Liu Bei's father is a director and her mother is a drama actress.
Her parents divorced when she was very young, and she was raised by her grandma. It was her own idea to apply for the opera school. Her mother cried and shouted not to let her take the exam, but it didn't work. Because this kind of school is closed, you will be in Grade 8 as soon as you go to it.
Years, graduation will definitely include distribution, so you don’t have to worry about anything.
Perhaps it was this kind of growth environment that made her very independent and independent since she was a child.
The next day, morning.
Six young actors, led by a teacher, took the bus to the Qianmen Arrow Tower.
It was agreed that there would be no need to put on makeup or costumes, just sing a few verses, and no one thought about compensation. I was satisfied with the food.
Nowadays, opera actors also have units. The units organize performances and sell tickets, but it has nothing to do with them. They only receive a monthly salary. If anyone takes jobs privately and collects money from others, the problem will be big or small...
Huang Zhanying knew that several children were coming, and he was extremely enthusiastic.
"Have you had breakfast?"
"We cooked the eggs specially, so let's lay them down first!"
"I don't know what your rules are. Can I drink tea? If not, I'll boil you some boiled water!"
There were not many customers in the morning, so Huang Zhanying ran to the stall and put his loud voice to use: "Have a look, have a look, stop the troublesome people passing by, today we invited students from the opera school to perform. To give back to everyone,
The second one is also lively and lively.
We have been selling tea for so many days, and we can continue to do so thanks to everyone’s support. Thank you in advance!”
As soon as he shouted, he was surrounded by several layers of people.
In this simple venue, noisy environment, and under the centuries-old archery tower, a young actor aged 18 or 19 came up and spoke with a slightly nervous voice, "Mu Guiying Takes Command."
In the first few years, the operas of emperors, generals, ministers, talents and beauties were not allowed to be sung, but now they are gradually restored, forming a situation where model operas and traditional operas are promoted simultaneously.
"The loud sound of golden drums and painted horns reminds me of my ambition to break through the sky. I think of the majestic peach blossom horse in those days, when the enemy's blood splashed on the pomegranate skirt... I can stop a million soldiers with one sword!"
"good!"
"good!"
The singing was natural and green, not to mention nervous, but the crowd applauded thunderously, which was a huge compliment.
Lack of entertainment!
From the late 1970s to the late 1980s, it was the last glory of traditional opera.
To put it simply, the market is good, opera actors have the same status and popularity as film and television stars, and opera is not a niche, but mass entertainment.
In later generations, this was no longer the case, and it became a niche. Only in some areas, the flames of the opera still remained, such as Henan opera. It is said that Henan opera is the only opera that can support itself without state funding.
Yu Jiajia clicked photos and recorded every moment. These are the building blocks for stepping onto the ladder of becoming a great journalist.
But she was suddenly stunned and quickly patted Chen Qi.
"Hey, there's a foreign devil!"
"Where?"
"Over there, over there!"
Chen Qi took a look, and sure enough, a blond woman with blue eyes was squeezing in with great interest.
"You deserve to be lucky, foreigners have happened to you!"
…………
It is said that on January 1 this year, China and the United States officially established diplomatic relations.
When Chinese leaders visited the United States, the good man Carter arranged a theatrical performance. The last program was 100 American children of different skin colors singing "I Love BJ Tiananmen" in Chinese, which became a legend.
After that, the United States also sent a congressional delegation to visit, and Lao Piden was there. He was a senator at the time, and he also visited the Great Wall. This was his first visit to China. Who could have imagined that 40 years later, he would
What about becoming a rare beauty?
China has opened visas to Americans, and some art groups, reporters, photographers, and a small number of tourists have come one after another.
They took a lot of photos and brought them back to American newspapers. After all, our country is so mysterious now and the whole world wants to know about it.
Eve Arnold is one of them.
She was a contracted photographer with a photo agency in the United States. When she found out that she could come to China, she couldn't wait to submit her application.
It was passed quickly, and she also got a special treatment: the validity of the visa was extended for 6 months, and she could go anywhere she wanted to go as a tourist with the arrangement of the National Tourism Administration.
It was still winter when she came here. She took pictures of passengers in the train station, the Ming Tombs in the snow, and female workers in the factory. After that, she went south again, visited the Tsingtao Brewery Factory, and even went to Shanghai.
Went around a lot and just came back.
Eve was planning to take pictures of the alleys in Beijing in the past few days before returning to the United States, so she saw the scene in front of her.
"I remember when I first came here, there was no such stall here?"
"No, it may have been opened recently."
"Ha, I want to go over and ask!"
The accompanying translator had no choice but to squeeze in. The government allowed these foreigners to come in because it wanted them to see China's reform and opening up. Although they were interested in big scenes, they preferred to take pictures of small things.
Then, a golden retriever walked through the crowd, and everyone was stunned, oh, foreign devil!
The young actor who was singing took a look, oh, there are foreign guests!
More energetic.
Eve arrived at the tea stall and looked at everything curiously. Huang Zhanying and others suddenly became nervous and exchanged looks: Oh my god, foreigners! Are we going to knock her down?
"Hello, what are you doing?"
She asked, translated into Chinese, and introduced: "This is an American reporter. Don't be nervous. Just speak normally."
"We, what did we say?"
Huang Zhanying still lacked experience and was a little confused. Chen Qi had to walk over, smiled and waved: "Hello!"
"Do you know English?" Eve asked.
"Self-taught, a little bit."
"Wow, you are already very powerful. Are you selling water?"
Chen Qi really wanted to talk in English, but it was too much, so he had to pretend not to understand and chat through a translator.
"This kind of tea is called Big Bowl Tea. Although it is simple, it has a history of 400 years. In the Ming Dynasty, there were 132 businesses. Selling Big Bowl Tea was a steaming business. In the Qing Dynasty, there was a man named Pu Songling.
In order to collect stories, a tea stall was set up at the entrance of the village..."
"Simple! Simple! How do you want me to translate?"
The translator glared at him and said, "And don't talk nonsense. Why didn't I know that Big Bowl of Tea was so awesome?"
"International friends are here, do I dare to lie? If you don't know, it means you don't have them?"
Chen Qi transformed into the big brother who had always been a fan of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, and he dealt with all of it.
"We just started last month... Labor is a very honorable thing for us. Now that the environment is open, we are happy to try new things and have already made some achievements.
We are doing a small activity today, they are all students, do you want to listen to traditional Chinese opera?"
"Okay!" Eve nodded.
"Quick, quick, quick!"
Chen Qi quickly waved and said: "This is a rare opportunity to sing a piece for this silly foreigner."
The young actor who appeared first came over and sang a few words even more nervously. Eve didn't understand and didn't care. She was just curious about everything about this country.
But how could Chen Qi let it go? Of course he had to take advantage of such a good opportunity. He pushed Huang Zhanying up and said, "Give her a bowl of tea!"
"Do you like drinking?"
"You don't care if she likes to drink or not, get up quickly!"
Huang Zhanying had no choice but to pour a bowl of tea.
"Thanks!"
Eve responded in simple Chinese, took the big bowl, looked at it, took a sip, suddenly made a bitter look on her face, shook her head and said: "This tastes very strange, thank you for your hospitality, can I take some photos for you?"
?”
"sure!"
After taking the photo, the translator breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, there was no accident.
He pulled Eve away, not forgetting to look back and glare at Chen Qi, this is an international friend!
"I'm taking pictures too!"
Yu Jiajia ran over and said: "The scene where she drinks tea will definitely be completed!"
"What title do you want?" Chen Qi asked.
“American friends prefer big bowls of tea?”
"Your foreign-related manuscripts need to be specially reviewed, right? Then write them like this."
In fact, it was too mediocre. If possible, he thought it should be called "Old BJ's Traditional Big Bowl of Tea Conquers the Americans, and I drank a big bowl in two mouths"!
This kind of title is very familiar. There are many on the Internet in later generations, such as "The Chinese roast duck was so fragrant that the German father-in-law cried, and he couldn't stop eating one." "The American brother-in-law ate Chinese steamed buns for the first time, and he was completely conquered after eating five in one go."
The traffic is very sufficient.
"I originally just wanted to gain popularity through singing, but who knew I was so lucky that a stupid foreigner fell from the sky? Now I don't have to worry..."
Chen Qi looked to the west side of the Arrow Tower and saw that the tea stalls there were also set up. There were almost no people around and the customers were all here.
It's not easy for others either. He doesn't want to use too dirty methods, he just wants to make himself popular. When they can't continue the business, he will absorb them to increase his strength.
From 13 people to 33 people, we can offer some better conditions.
He discussed the manuscript with Yu Jiajia. Yu Jiajia still had some conscience at this time and said: "I think it's a bit deviating from the truth."
"Let me ask you, are the young actors here to perform?"
"Coming!"
"Is it voluntary?"
"yes!"
"There are also foreigners, right?"
"have!"
"You had a lot of fun, didn't you?"
"yes!"
"So, you just selected part of the content, and it's all true when you write it. What's wrong with that?"
He shrugged, "It's called journalism!"
(No more...)
Chapter completed!