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Baochan frowned and looked at Ying Xiaonong: "What did you say?"

"Ruyizhou has nothing to do with me," Ying Xiaonong said, "It was between you and me when I was old, I..." He said in a muffled voice, "I don't see anything else, I just play with you."

"Xiao Nong." Baochan sat next to him and took his arm.

"Why?" Ying Xiaonong slightly distanced herself.

Bao Chan patted his shoulder, suddenly pinched his cheeks, hugged his face and rubbed it fiercely, until Ying Xiao Nong screamed: "Brother! Take it easy! It's drooping!"

Baochan let go of him: "Don't talk nonsense," he said in a soft but strong tone, "Ruyizhou belongs to everyone."

Ying Xiaonong opened his mouth, didn't say anything, just muttered: "Because I'm two years older than me, I teach me all day long, and I still point to this face to eat!"

Bao Chan glanced at him: "You rely on your voice on stage, not your face."

Without saying a word, Ying Xiaonong took out the odds and ends from the box and put them heavily on the ground. Baochan sighed: "Don't worry, I'm already 28, and I won't do stupid things."

Ying Xiaonong curled her lips: "There is no one more stupid than you in the world." He meant that he was flying moths to the flames, and he wanted to prop up Ruyizhou with his head broken and bleeding.

"By the way, someone praised me for being young today."

Ying Xiaonong tidied up her things and wiped her hands: "Who is so closed-eyed?"

Baochan handed him water: "Brother neighbor."

"He doesn't understand you," Ying Xiaonong saw the silver bracelet on his hand, "You, there are two people on and off the stage."

He looks like a crane off the stage, but he becomes a tiger on stage. When he raises his voice, he suppresses the clouds, and when he turns his eyes, he looks down on thousands of troops.

"I've known you for seven years," Ying Xiaonong stretched out his little finger to hook the silver arc, "this bracelet is too small."

That's right, it's been seven years. When Baochan met him, he was 21 and was in his third year of junior high school. He was at the house of Grandma Gong who sang Danjiao, and he went to borrow the piano for Shi Kuoting.

Shi Kuoting is the only son of Mr. Shi, but he was not born to be a singer. He was a young student at the beginning, and later changed to playing the piano. From the first day he sang, he became the luthier for Baochan.

Grandma Gong's qin is very famous. It is said that it has been handed by three generations, and the bow is surrounded by souls. Baochan wants to borrow it and make a similar one for Shi Kuoting.

He remembered very clearly that it was Wednesday, and there was no class in the afternoon at school. As soon as he entered the building of Grandma Gong’s house, he heard the sound of gold and jade upstairs: 20 years of throwing away armor and not going to battle, does it mean that I have no loyalty to the country and the people? !

It's a section of "Mu Guiying in Command" "A family hears the side report and their ambitions are uplifting". It is about the Northern Song Dynasty. Guiying puts the overall situation first, and the story of Qing Shuaiyin going out again.

A piece of Xipi Sanban, which beats people's heart in the heavy part, and grabs people's god in the light part, with a good voice that is full of water and spirit, wraps around people's ears and temples, and sings into people's hearts.

Knocked on the door, Grandma Gong opened it, Grandpa Gong sat on the sofa in the living room against the light, with the old Huqin on his lap, and a boy in his late teens stood in the middle of the living room, with slightly long black hair and his eyes like lacquer After the pen was clicked, the cherry mouth pointed and the chin was pointed, and Mu Guiying walked out of the painting just like a living.

He is straight, with his left hand on his chest, as if he is bearing the seal of commander, and he is singing the allegro: Suddenly, the sound of the golden drum and the sound of the horns are shaking, which arouses my ambition to break through the sky. Pomegranate skirt!

Cavities are cavities and boards are boards, and the words are pearls, like a sharply sharpened knife cutting across the ear, leaving behind a heroic spirit and a hint of sweetness.

The man's eyes turned, his dragon eyes and phoenix eyes looked at Bao Chan, and then sang: I have to be responsible in my lifetime, how can an inch of land belong to others, what a clown in the world, I can stop it with a single sword——

With one breath, Baochan held his breath.

With a slight smile on his face, the man sang coquettishly: "Millions of soldiers—!"

"Okay!" Baochan clapped his hands and said hello. Grandpa Gong's huqin is nothing more than that, and he stood up with a smile: "Baozhan is here. Here, here is the qin for you."

Baochan was about to pick it up, but blocked it with one hand: "Wait a minute," Ying Xiaonong turned around and called Grandma Gong, "Teacher, why did you give him this piano?"

His name is "Teacher", not "Master", and it seems that he is just learning the art temporarily, "I will borrow the piano for two days," Baochan smiled, "I will return it when I use it up."

Ying Xiaonong looked him up and down with proud eyes, and let go, "Are you also a teacher's student?" He saw the silver bracelet on Baochan's left hand, "How long have you been studying?"

He asked this because he mistook Baozhan for Tsing Yi.

"I'm an old student." Baochan put the piano in a bag and put it away carefully, "I also learned Tsing Yi at the beginning, and I haven't tried this one since I put it down."

"Oh," Ying Xiaonong heard that it wasn't a profession, and the comparisons all over his body lost a lot, "Looking at your appearance, I thought it was either Tsing Yi or Hua Dan."

Baochan looked at him, liked him no matter what he saw, and shook his head: "Where are you singing with now?"

Ying Xiaonong turned around arrogantly: "Not yet."

"Then come to me," Baochan immediately invited him, "Our regiment is short of a big Tsing Yi."

Ying Xiaonong turned around halfway, and raised the end of his eyes: "Where are you?" He smiled charmingly, "The Beijing Opera Troupe or the National Theater, do you decide?"

When he asked this question, Baochan realized that his heart was high. The so-called "Phoenix is ​​not a sycamore tree."

"We... are a private group," Baozhan said solemnly, "It's called Ruyizhou, with a history of over a hundred years. I'm the head of the family. If you come, I'll wait for it!"

Ying Xiaonong turned around and said lightly: "No, thank you."

Grandma Gong was listening, and came over to grab the treasure: "Grandma made fennel dumplings, have a bite?"

Baochan came here after eating, but he was polite and never refuted the face of his elders: "Eat!"

Grandma Gong smiled and patted the back of his hand, then asked Ying Xiaonong: "Where is Xiaonong?"

"No more," Ying Xiaonong packed up his things, put his bag on his back and walked to the door, nodding, "Thank you teacher."

With a bang, the door closed, and Bao Chan stared at the door without moving as if he had lost a priceless treasure. Grandma Gong shook his hand: "Don't look, he is not the same as us."

Baochan didn't understand what she meant.

"Grandma has watched the world's fireworks all her life, and she can tell at a glance that the kid is from a wealthy family. He sings for fun." Grandma Gong put the dumplings on the table. "He has a good voice and a beautiful appearance. Although he is Fancier, but he has learned from us old Tsing Yis who are still alive."

When the old man was still alive, he said that some people learn opera just because they want to go to the end of the path under their feet. is their own.

Baochan turned his eyes back and sat down at the table, in front of him was a large plate of steaming dumplings.

Goodbye Ying Xiaonong, it was two months later, at the interview meeting of the Beijing Opera Troupe, Bao Chan entrusted someone to sneak in, wanting to see the way of the professional troupe.

To join the Beijing Opera Troupe, one must first sign up online, take the written test and qualification review, and then enter the interview. The interview is a professional test, and one person plays an excerpt. The applicant, Yi Shui'er, is a graduate of an opera school.

Baochan walked into the backstage, and immediately saw Ying Xiaonong, sitting in the corner, not quite the same as the last time we met, with less arrogance on his body.The professional test is color singing, most people have already put on the makeup, Ying Xiaonong rubbed the rouge, the eyebrows and lipstick have not yet been put on, when he saw Bao Chan, he was taken aback, then turned his head away.

Singing, you can pretend to be anything, except for dan roles, Baochan walked over and said, "Where is the one who combed your hair?"

Ying Xiaonong ignored him, and drew his eyebrows in front of the mirror. Human hair and bletilla striata skin were placed on the table at hand, and Baochan rolled up his sleeves to fetch water.

"I don't need you," Ying Xiaonong glanced at him, "I can do it myself."

Baochan didn't care about his petty temper, took a basin of water, put the bletilla striata skin in it, and grabbed it by the handful: "Where do you sing?"

Ying Xiaonong pursed her lips, pointed to the chair next to her with her chin, on which was a purple tie with round flowers, and a "handsome seal" wrapped in yellow cloth, which was the book "Mu Guiying in Command" ", you need to comb your hair.

"I'll do it for you." Saying that, Baochan spread the human hair on the table, and painted it with bletilla striata water that had smeared out, and when the strands of hair were sticky to his hands, he began to stick the patch.

Combing the big hair requires "small bend and big willow". Baochan tied a headband for Ying Xiaonong, from the middle to both sides, pasted peach cheek powder one by one, and then tied the thread tail, a girl with long hair reaching her ankles That's it.

Ying Xiaonong showed a smile, looking at Bao Chan in the mirror, looking at Bao Chan in a peerless manner: "You can do it."

Baochan stroked his hair and said, "It's because you have a good foundation."

Then insert gemstone hairpins, rhinestones, and butterfly hairpins, and then insert the last three on the back of the head, insert ears on both sides, and wear butterfly top flowers on her head. Xiao Nong twisted her body, and stood up slowly with her colorful hair on her head.

"Yo!" There was a hoarse voice from the door, "My beauty!"

Looking over, Baochan saw that he had a painted face with a copper hammer, an old face, a marquis hat, and a white beard. He was dressed in a big purple dragon and python. It was Xu Yanzhao from "Second Entry to the Palace".

Ying Xiaonong twirled Tingting to put on her kimono, and replied, "Get lost."

"Hey, you said your mouth," the colorful face came over, seeing that Ying Xiaonong was singing Mu Guiying, he was excited, "Hey, we are a pair of purple, we are a good match!"

Ying Xiaonong tilted his head, threw the end of the thread into Bao Chan's hand, and introduced while putting on the costume: "This black head (1) is Zhang Lei from the Academy of Chinese Opera..."

Before he could finish speaking, he heard a distant voice shout: "Zhang Lei, where are you!"

The voice was female, but it was an old man who came in after a while, wearing a white python, a gauze hat, and a white beard, holding a wat board in his arms.

She is not as good as Zhang Lei in thick soles, but she looks handsome. She glanced at Ying Xiaonong and Baochan, and the contempt in her eyes was self-evident: "We will be here soon, why are you walking around!"

"It makes you nervous," Zhang Lei walked out with her, "You are the most outstanding member of our class, no one can get you down, don't worry..."

They went to the front desk, and Baochan looked at Ying Xiaonong.

"He came from a professional school," Ying Xiaonong shook his sleeves and held up his Tsing Yi, "Look down on me for being wild."

Baochan studied at a teacher's school, not a graduate of a professional drama school, but the beating and sweating he endured at the old man's place was by no means less than that of a professional school. He pursed his lips and felt a wave of energy in his heart.

(1) Blackheads: Another name for copper hammer painted face, also called singer painted face and big painted face.