Chapter 1293

"Master, if you don't pass, the competition will be over." Xianyu complained.

Hong Haier said: "Master, you are so unethical. It takes a lot of mana to hide and press the road. Where are we going? Why do I feel that the further we go, the farther we are from the competition?"

Fangzheng didn't speak, but quickened his pace and walked forward. After passing a street, it was the riverside, and there was a small park by the riverside.

A small shed was set up in the park, and the sound of gongs and drums came from inside, as if something was still going on.

But outside the shed, there was no one there.

"Hey, Master, there seems to be someone singing an opera over there." The squirrel pointed to the shed curiously.

Hong Haier said: "What's so interesting about singing? Look, there is no one at the door. I guess everyone has gone to watch the competition. That's the real excitement."

Xianyu nodded and said, "Yeah... that's right, what's the point of this."

However, Fangzheng still didn't speak, and led them to the front of the stage.

"Isn't it? Master, we're here to watch the game, not the play." Hong Boy was anxious.

Fangzheng waved his hand and said, "If you want to watch the competition, you can go to the theater for the teacher."

"Uh...Master, let's go by ourselves?" Hong Boy was stunned, this had never happened before.

Fangzheng nodded and said, "Yes, let's go."

Hong Haier looked at the other little guys and asked, "Are you going to the game or the theater?"

Salted Fish and Squirrel raised their paws decisively: "Watch the game!"

"Master, let's go then?" When Hong Haier asked, he found that Fangzheng had already arrived at the stage, and then sat cross-legged in the ice and snow! Tilting his head slightly, he looked into the stage with a smile. But because of the angle, Hong Haier couldn't see what was on the stage or what was being performed.

"Let's go, let's go watch the game." Xianyu was really in a hurry, he knew very well that today was a day to slap people from the R country, and the tool for slapping was the cold bamboo tea from Yizhi Mountain. This made him very interested...

Hong Boy scratched his head and said, "Oh, then... well, let's watch the game first, and come back to see Master later."

The squirrel scratched its belly and said, "Junior brother, you go to watch the game, I want to accompany master."

"You don't watch the game anymore?" Hong Haier asked in surprise.

Xianyu also asked in amazement: "On the way, you've been talking about slapping the bad guys from Country R all the way. Why didn't you go when you reached the gate?"

The squirrel looked at Fangzheng and said, "I don't know either... In short... um... look at Master, look at his expression. Don't you think that smile is very warm? I think this picture is very beautiful and warm... I want to see what he's looking at too."

After finishing speaking, the squirrel ran over, imitated Fangzheng's appearance, and sat beside Fangzheng, looking up at the program above. His big eyes were cute, but they obviously lit up, as if the things on the stage were very strange. It looks so good.

"Why don't we go and have a look too?" Honghaier asked Xianyu.

Xianyu said: "Go over and have a look. If it looks good, just watch it. If it doesn't look good, let's go to the game."

Hong Haier nodded, one man and one fish immediately moved over.

Seeing this, the two guys suddenly lost interest...

The performance on the stage is Peking Opera, the actors are very well dressed, but the equipment is very old, there are not many actors, there are not many players playing and singing, and there is no beautiful lighting effect. The two little guys watched for a while, then yawned.

In the end, Xianyu took Honghaier away and went to watch the game.

The squirrel looked at it, and after feeling refreshed, it also began to yawn. He couldn't understand what was being performed in Peking Opera at all. Some of the lines he sang could be heard clearly, while others couldn't be heard clearly. One sound was very long, very long... the long squirrel eyelids could hardly be opened.

The squirrel leaned into Fangzheng's arms and asked, "Master, is this pretty?"

Fangzheng shook his head and said, "I don't know Peking opera as a teacher, maybe it's because of the generation gap. Except for some familiar operas, I don't understand the rest, and I'm not used to watching them."

Squirrel was stunned, and said, "Master, I thought you liked Peking opera very much, seeing your fascinated look. Since you don't like it, why should you watch it? Why don't we watch the competition?"

Fangzheng shook his head slightly and said: "There is excitement every day, you can watch it if you want, but there are some things, if you don't take the time to support them, they will really be gone. Although I can't understand dramas as a teacher, I can understand people and people." Culture. Look around, it’s freezing and windy, and people don’t even want to go to the streets. But what about them? Wearing thin costumes, they’re singing and dancing hard here...Look at their eyes again, That's concentration, that's seriousness. The plays they perform may not be the type we like, but they represent the inheritance of Chinese cultural imprints. Some things must be passed on and cherished. We can't be the inheritors, We can't be qualified listeners, but we can be a supporter.

It's nothing for us to lose by giving some support to these bearers, but for them... that's the motivation to keep going. "

The squirrel said: "That's it... Hey, Master, their eyes are so powerful, they are different from ordinary people. That black-faced man holding a long gun stared at me, and I was afraid..."

Fangzheng smiled and said: "That's Zhang Fei, Zhang Yide, famous military generals in history, of course they are scary. I heard from my teacher that Peking opera singers usually practice their eyes. It takes many years to practice one expression and one look. Ten minutes on stage, ten years off stage, that’s not bragging.”

"No wonder it's so powerful...Master, how long do we have to watch? Don't you want to watch the excitement over there?" Squirrel continued to ask.

Fangzheng said: "We are here, they have an audience. If we leave, they will lose their only audience. There is no shortage of audience over there. It doesn't make much sense to them whether we go or not. But in Here, we are all of them. Their hard-working performances are just for us to watch. Now that they are gone, can you live with your conscience?"

The squirrel was dumb... for a long while, then muttered: "Master, I'm sorry, but I really don't understand."

Fangzheng said: "Then learn to be a teacher, sit here, quietly, smile, and just watch. Hmm... If you are sleepy, you can do this."

After finishing speaking, Fangzheng slapped his hands and shouted: "Okay!"

This voice, the voice was so loud that the snow on the leaves on both sides of the vibration crashed down.

The actors performing on the stage were obviously stunned. Obviously, they didn't expect that there was only an audience below, and their voice was louder than a trumpet!

But what really confuses them is that the section they just performed just took two steps, and they haven't reached the exciting place yet.

This is good, it's a bit inexplicable... It's not on point, and it makes them feel hairy.