Entertainment: Reborn as a composer, dominating the entertainment industry

"Yuan'an County?"

Ning Jing took out her mobile phone and opened the map software. Yuan'an County is only 76 kilometers away from Lingzhou.

With doubts, Ning Jing carefully read the contents on the A4 paper.

A faint smile and lingering words, burning fire to burn the ashes!

The 29th year of the Republic of China.

Yuan'an County, the theater, the Japanese pirates, Pei Yanzhi, the burning of the theater, Ning Jing read the entire content word for word.

As a fellow opera artist, she couldn't help but be shocked by the story in the text, and was also moved by Pei Yanzhi's righteousness. Ning Jing's eyes were moist, and she murmured,

"Has this happened in Yuan'an County? Never heard of it."

"I have to ask Master when I have time."

Then he looked at the score of"Chi Ling".

He was stunned when he saw it for the first time.

The beginning of the song was actually a Kunqu opera, and Chen Xi even specially noted the Kunqu opera singing style.

The score is also different from that of pop songs. The score of opera is more complicated than that of pop songs. There are many notes arranged in each beat and each section, and there are also many ornaments, such as glissando, vibrato, and rising and falling notes.

However,"Chi Ling" is not a complete opera score, and it is not complicated.

"I don't know where the love comes from, but it is deep and lasting."

Ning Jing is very familiar with it. This is a clip from"Peach Blossom Fan". Anyone who has learned Kunqu Opera can sing it. Ning Jing can also sing it. Her master Xiao Shiqing taught her.

Following the tune, Ning Jing tried to sing the Kunqu Opera part. Fortunately, she has been practicing her voice for so many years, so she didn't feel too much pressure in the Kunqu Opera part.

She continued to follow the music score.

"The sleeves rise and fall in the play"

"Sing pessimism, sing separation"

"None of me"

"The fan opens and closes, the gongs and drums sound and then fall silent"

"Outside Mirror Lake, a cup of tea"

"Still warm"

……

Ning Jing recalled the contents on the A4 paper and brought them into the lyrics and music. This paragraph should describe the actor's thoughts.

"Why do I feel sad and lost?

I continued to read and suddenly realized

"In troubled times, duckweed can't bear to watch the flames of war burning the mountains and rivers"

"Although I am in a low position, I still dare not forget my country."

"Even if no one knows me."

From the rendering to the momentum, the lyrics and music are more layered. The almost calm emotions are pulled again, and the eyes are wet again.

Then it is the opera part

……

Ning Jing looked at the music score in front of her, just obsessed, over and over again, forgetting time and space.

She imagined herself as Pei Yanzhi, facing the broken mountains and rivers, willing to die with dignity and righteousness. She also imagined herself as a bystander, feeling sad and overwhelmed by the scene. She mobilized her emotions, slowly merging with the story and the song.

"I am a communicator.

Ning Jing has found her position.

She conveys the stories in the text and the emotions in the song to the audience. Let more people know this history, let more people know that actors not only have friendship, but also have a country! This is my responsibility.

As an opera artist, it is also my mission!

Ning Jing, who was shocked beyond words by"Red Opera", overlooked one thing.

With Chen Xi's age of 27, why did he know that history? Why could he write such a song?

Without thinking too much, Ning Jing looked at the time and found that she had been here for almost three hours. She hurried out of the printer room and walked to her room to practice.

As she walked, she thought

"Where did Ling'er go again?"

"The theater is so quiet"

……

Chang Yunxin went to the train station to see someone off again. Chang Yunxin had almost sent off all the young people in the theater. The theater that was once bustling with people, now there are few people.

Chang Yuanyi looked at the deserted theater with nostalgia in his eyes. In the past, every morning, there were the sounds of apprentices shouting their voices. He strolled around, guiding and correcting them.

Now he is almost alone. When will the theater be able to regain its former bustle?

In Nian'an Society, only Xiao Yuanpeng was not affected by the deserted theater. At this moment, in Xiao Yuanpeng's courtyard. Waves of exclamations came

"Wow, so handsome"

"Wow, that's dangerous."

"Teacher Xiao, please be careful."

Xiao Yuanpeng used to practice sword occasionally, but now he has an admirer, Su Linger.

These days, Teacher Xiao has changed from occasionally to practicing once in the morning and once in the evening, and every time he practices sword, Su Linger will exclaim.

In the past three days, after Su Linger finished her voice in the morning, she came to Xiao Yuanpeng's courtyard to watch Teacher Xiao practice sword, and learn some knowledge of opera. Compared with the serious Chang Yuanyi, Xiao Yuanpeng is more approachable, and he will answer all questions from Su Linger.

With a loyal audience, Xiao Yuanpeng also drank his life away, and he practiced sword vigorously, and his clothes were full of energy. The clothes he wore were also very simple, with the style of a great general.

Holding the sword in one hand, Xiao Yuanpeng actually made a sword flower with the 1.8-meter-long sword.

He retracted the sword, steadied his body, and applauded!

Su Linger clapped his hands.

Xiao Yuanpeng looked at Su Linger who was standing beside him and applauding. She was graceful and her face was full of sincerity and admiration. He couldn't help but sigh.

Why did his father accept a disciple like the little junior sister? Not only was she savage and willful, but she also knew how to scold people all day long. She could say ten things to him, and the key was that what she said made sense.

Alas, Xiao Yuanpeng sighed and looked at Su Linger.

"Ling'er, where did we leave off this morning?"

Su Ling'er heard Teacher Xiao's question.

"Teacher Xiao, the opera talks about the difference between vocalization and guttural sound, and the story talks about Huang Zhong's clever capture of Tiandang Mountain."

Xiao Yuanpeng saw that Su Ling'er remembered it so clearly, and a smug look appeared on his face. How great, why not let Dad expel the little junior sister from the sect and take Ling'er in? Thinking about my father's advanced age of 93, forget it!

"Ling'er, come, let me show you my precious sword.

Su Ling'er walked up the mountain curiously, holding the sword that Xiao Yuanpeng had just wielded with both hands, and stood on tiptoe, not moving at all.

"It's so heavy! Teacher Xiao, what kind of knife is this?"

Xiao Yuanpeng was waiting for Su Linger to say this.

He made this knife based on the description in the book. The name is recorded in many ancient books and also mentioned by storytellers. Xiao Yuanpeng had already chosen a domineering name for the knife!

Xiao Yuanpeng raised the knife and stroked the long beard on his chin.

"The knife weighs 52 pounds!"

"Named,"

"Silver dragon locks the sun and moon, Santing cuts the mountain with a knife!"

Su Linger looked at the arrogant teacher Xiao

""Locking the Sun and the Moon, Cutting the Mountain Knife, what domineering names!"

I sighed in my heart, if my dad was as lively and cheerful as Teacher Xiao, how nice it would be.

Su Linger was born in the countryside. Her family was very poor when she was a child, but her parents were loving and the family was harmonious. Her father always liked to hold her and watch quietly without saying anything.

Later, when she went to elementary school, her mother died of illness. Since then, her father has become silent and has lost weight visibly.

Perhaps in order to escape, her father brought her to a big city and started import and export trade. Life gradually got better, but her father has always been alone.

Thinking of when she was a child, she was lying on the bed, under the dim desk lamp, and her father was lying on the desk writing a diary, writing about his nostalgia for her mother and his vision for his future.

Tears welled up in Su Linger's eyes.

Xiao Yuanpeng looked at her and wondered why the girl was crying?

Was it because the name of the knife was too domineering? Sure enough, the name was chosen correctly, but it was not good to make the little girl cry.

"Ling'er, let's continue what we talked about this morning!"

Su Ling'er looked up from her memories.

"Um!"