A Mouthful of Sky-high Fried Rice, Lao Tang Apprenticed on the Spot

Li Yi is not a very good singer, at least compared to the few professional artists present, his singing voice is indeed not pleasant.

But when the form is here, he really can't justify it if he doesn't say a few words.

After all, Huang Xiaoming can put down his face and come up with a song "Too Much Trouble", if he still shirks, he will appear a bit stingy.

But he is really not good at singing, but he can really come up with a few words in drama.

Chen De, who he learned from [Imitation Liancai] last time, is a hardcore opera enthusiast and can sing himself.

It was precisely because he had watched too many dramas and stories about heroes and heroes that he came up with the dramatic idea of ​​assassinating the emperor.

And when he was interrogated, his sentence "If the matter is successful, the place where the public sits will be the place where I sit", which was also imitating Jing Ke's boldness in assassinating Qin.

However, when they heard that he was about to sing, everyone present were shocked.

Songs and operas are completely different things, and the difficulty is completely different.

Even ordinary people can come up with a few popular songs, but operas are not something that ordinary people can learn decently.

Those who can sing opera are all at the national team level. Singing popular songs is like a blow to dimensionality reduction.

Although the few people present are all from majors and have learned a certain amount of vocal music, they dare not even think about opera, which is completely in two fields.

"Brother Yi, can you still sing?"

Wu Lei looked at Li Yi in shock.

This was the most surprising time since he met Li Yi.

Laymen watch the excitement, while experts watch the doorway.

Among the world's three major performance systems, there is Mei Lanfang's opera system, which is a unique form of artistic expression for the Chinese.

Many times, there will be a hidden chain of contempt in the industry.

For example, entertainers who make variety shows are not as good as actors who make TV dramas, and actors who make TV dramas are not as good as those who make movies, and those who make movies are not as good as those who perform dramas.

In the music circle, there is also a chain of contempt that classical despises jazz, jazz despises metal, metal despises rock, and rock despises pop.

However, in China, whether it is the performing arts industry or the music industry, opera is a unique ceiling in terms of industry status and artistic status.

Although a layman can't see the way, he also knows how difficult opera is.

Therefore, the audience in the live broadcast room are also posting barrage discussions.

"No way? Brother Yi can still sing?"

"Singing opera accent, cook's soup, did Brother Yi learn both?"

"You can sing whatever you want, but ordinary people can't sing opera. If you fail to sing, it will be a joke."

"It's better to sing a mouth-watering song! Brother Yi is playing too big this time!"

Facing Wu Lei's surprise, Li Yi explained with a smile: "No, I can't talk about meeting, I'm just a fancier, I can learn a few words."

"That's amazing too!"

Wu Lei exclaimed: "I can even sing off-key in rapping facial makeup!"

"Brother Yi."

Zhao Jinmai asked Li Yi, "Which section do you want to sing? I'll help you."

"Need not."

Li Yi waved his hand: "I can sing a few lines for fun."

"No, no! You must have an accompaniment!"

Zhao Jinmai was a little excited: "It's the first time I'm listening to an opera at such a close distance!"

Seeing what she said, Li Yi had no choice but to click a paragraph: "Is there an empty city plan?"

Unlike songs, opera can easily find accompaniment.

Zhao Jinmai looked for it on the karaoke machine, but couldn't find it, so he took out his mobile phone: "I will order it with my mobile phone."

Soon, Zhao Jinmai found the accompaniment: "Yes! I'm starting to play it!"

As she spoke, she clicked play.

A few crisp bangs of clappers sounded, and the sound of gongs and cymbals also joined in, as if the stage was opening.

Everyone present looked at Li Yi with curiosity and anticipation.

Recalling the remaining memories of Chen De in his mind, Li Yi squinted his eyes and patted his knees sternly.

It was the fifty-fifth year of Qianlong, and Chen De came to Beijing for the first time.

It coincided with the "Sanqing" Hui troupe entering Beijing to celebrate the emperor's birthday, bringing Peking Opera from the folk to the court, and even won the lofty honor of riding a horse into the palace and carrying a knife to the palace.

Since then, Sixi, Qixiu, Nicui, Hechun, Chuntai and other Huizhou troupes have successively entered Beijing, and finally merged into the famous four Huizhou troupes of Sanqing, Sixi, Chuntai, and Hechun. The glorious era of Peking Opera.

It was Chen De's first time watching a well-produced and magnificent Beijing opera. He was shocked and out of control.

When he came to Heshen's mansion and became the head of the dining room, he had more time and money to listen to operas, and became a guest of honor in various gardens.

If you listen a lot, you will naturally be able to sing a few lines.

Relying on the face of Heshen's house and opening the way with money, he really learned a few tricks from the old famous artists he likes, and he sang like a model.

When He Shen's house was ransacked, he lost his job, and when he was in poverty, the owner of the garden came to him and wanted to invite him to sing the old man's song to earn some money, but he was beaten and scolded and kicked out.

Although he was too poor to live happily, he didn't think about actually singing in the past.

Although Beijing opera was already in full swing at that time, it was still a low-level plaything after all, and was regarded as the lowest status plaything.

No matter how bad he is, he is still a good cook.

In the Western Zhou Dynasty, the cook was a serious official, and he was a minister who prepared meals for dignitaries.

Although up to now, Shan Fu has become Qin Xing, but he has not been classified as a low class.

As the saying goes, "Three years of drought, the chef will not be hungry." No matter how hard it is, the cook can survive.

But the fact that the owner of the garden came to him to sing an opera was regarded by him as an insult, and it became one of the reasons why he decided to assassinate the emperor.

Hearing the sound of gongs, drums and Beijing opera, Li Yi spoke in a deep voice.

"I'm looking at the mountain from the tower,"

As soon as a libretto came out, everyone's eyes widened in an instant.

Even if you have never heard of this play, after hearing Li Yi's singing, the first thought that pops up in anyone's mind will be: "There is something!"

"good!"

Wu Lei clapped his hands excitedly.

Although he didn't know much about opera, he could tell that Li Yi's singing really had the flavor of Beijing opera!

Li Yi was almost choked up by his sudden yelling, so he closed his eyes and continued singing.

"I can hear the commotion outside the city!"

"Flags fluttering in the air, flipping the shadows,"

"But it turned out to be soldiers sent by Sima,"

Listening to Li Yi's singing, the audience in the live broadcast room were also shocked, and everyone was amazed.

"Fuck! Is it true? Is this lip-syncing?"

"Isn't it? Why do I feel the same as what my grandfather heard?"

"Huh? It's really a drama? Is there any brother who knows how to comment? How is Brother Yi's level? It feels so good!"

"I'm an opera student. Although Brother Yi's singing is not professional, it's still very good, and it seems to have been taught by famous masters. It's really interesting to touch it carefully!"

"No, Brother Yi, are you serious?"

After a section was sung, Li Yi didn't wait to take a breath when he heard Wu Lei yell, "Ah good~!"

"..."

Li Yi was instantly embarrassed by him, and couldn't continue singing.

"Okay, okay, that's all!"

Li Yi waved to Zhao Jinmai, signaling her to turn off the accompaniment.

"Don't! Brother Yi! I'm just hearing the smell, why don't you sing?"

Wu Lei scratched his head anxiously.

Li Yi took out a toothpick, stuck a banana in the fruit plate, and handed it to him: "Eat the fruit plate!"

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