This Star Wants To Retire

　　 Tong Qinglin, a master of contemporary Chinese opera, is over 80 years old.

　　 Luo Mo is his closed disciple, and Luo Mo's brothers and sisters are a bit older than his father.

　　 Father Tong has only been focusing on one thing these years.

　　That is to promote the culture of opera.

　　 He witnessed the brilliance of opera, and also witnessed its decline.

　　 At the beginning, Luo Mo agreed to the invitation of the program group and became a staff member of the program group because he might have the opportunity to promote Chinese opera.

　　 At this moment, Ning Dan looked at Luo Mo and said, "I contacted Mr. Tong Lao, thinking that you can make a video call with him tonight."

　　 Luo Mo understood the intention of Ning Dan when he heard the words.

　　 This is giving gold to "Creating Idol".

　　 The older generation of artists have extraordinary status.

　　 This world has high respect for the older generation of artists.

　　 If Tong Qinglin is willing to appear on the show, the style of this video call will immediately become different!

　　 At the same time, the identity of Luo Mo's famous disciple will also be exposed.

　　 For this class of old artists, even if they are at the level of Ning Dan, they dare not sloppy.

　　 Therefore, she must first contact Tong Qinglin to ask for his opinion. If he doesn't want to show up, the program team dare not even ask Luo Mo to directly play a video to try the water.

　　 Actually, Luo Mo temporarily played a video at the recording site, and the old man would pick it up 80% of the time.

　　 "What did the master say?" Luo Mo asked.

　　 "Mr. Tong Lao agreed." Ning Dan said.

　　 "Agree?" Luo Mo was very surprised.

　　 Ning Dan pursed her lips and said, "My original plan was, if Mr. Tong Lao refused, then I would show him your opera singing at the end of "Big Fish", maybe he will change his mind."

　　 "But I didn't expect that, he readily agreed." Ning Dan said.

　　 She looked at Luo Mo who was a little absent-minded, and said: "It can be seen that Mr. Tong has high expectations of you."

　　 Luo Mo listened, speechless for a long time.

　　 His memory began to churn, and he returned to the rainy night.

　　 Luo Mo's father is called Luo Shan, and he had a small theater troupe in the early years. Sing in the village and the city to earn this money.

　　 Many young people may still have impressions. When they were young, this kind of troupe performed quite a lot, and now it is more difficult to see.

　　 At that time, I was still able to make some money, but it became harder and harder to do it later, Luo Shan changed his job, opened a small restaurant, and the business was pretty good.

　　 When Luo Mo was young, he learned to sing with his father.

　　 He has a good talent, at least much better than his father.

　　 When he was young, he often heard his father mention a name—Tong Qinglin.

　　 It seems that the most proud of my father in this life is to be accepted as a named disciple by this famous opera artist.

　　 During the summer vacation when Luo Mo was seven years old, he was taken by his father to work as a temporary worker and went to the stage to sing.

Halfway through 　　, it rained heavily.

　　 The pouring rain fell from the sky, and all the old and young people watching the theater dispersed.

　　 There is only a thin old man and a middle-aged man standing on the floor opposite the stage, overlooking the stage through the wind and rain.

　　 Tong Qinglin came by himself and didn't say hello to Luo Shan.

　　 There was no one under the stage, and Luo Mo, who was only seven years old, sang and sang all the time on the stage with his immature drama.

　　 There is not the slightest slack, nor the slightest coping.

　　 When he stepped down, he met a thin old man.

　　 His father stood behind the old man, respectfully, with endless tension on his face.

　　 The thin old man looked at Luo Mo and asked, "It was raining so hard just now, and there was no audience in the audience. Those partners in the troupe are all working hard, you are a child, why do you insist on singing the song seriously?"

　　 Luo Mo, who was only seven years old, didn’t actually understand it, but just replied: "I like it."

　　 Just like Jiang Ningxi's understanding of Luo Mo, this person seems to be born for the stage, and he loves the feeling of being on the stage.

　　 After saying this, the old man nodded slightly, but didn't say much.

　　 Little boy Luo Mo looked at the old man and added a few words.

　　 It is these few words that made him favored by the old man.

　　 "And... and I know the rules! I know the rules!" Luo Mo raised his head with a proud face.

　　 "Oh? What rules?" Tong Qinglin asked authentically.

　　 Luo Mo raised his head and looked at him, his tone was immature but loudly:

　　 "The ancestors have rules, the singer must finish singing once his throat is opened, no matter if anyone listens to it or not!"

　　 The play has already started, and listened in all directions. One side is a human, the three are ghosts, and the four are gods.

　　 Once the voice is turned on, you must finish singing, regardless of whether there are people in the audience, because mortals don’t listen, it doesn’t mean that the deceased doesn’t listen.

　　 The audience does not listen, it does not mean that the gods do not listen.

　　 This is the rule.

　　 The rules left by the ancestors.

　　……

　　……

The saying that 　　 plays and sings all directions is indeed mixed with some superstitions.

　　 But the core of it is actually related to professional ethics and professionalism.

　　 This is what the old man taught him, and he remembered it in his heart.

　　Because the old man said that grandma loves to watch theaters, little Luo Mo thought, when he is on stage, the grandma in the sky will definitely watch and listen.

　　 After a few days of contact, Tong Qinglin, who had no intention of accepting a disciple, made an exception and accepted Luo Mo, a disciple.

　　 According to Mr. Tong, now this society is more impetuous than before.

　　 Don't talk about adults, even a small baby, it is difficult to calm down and do things.

　　 TV series, cartoons, games...

　　 Which is not more interesting than singing?

　　 What's more, Chinese opera has long since fallen.

　　 If it was once, a generation of famous opera artists made an exception to accept disciples, how exciting it would be.

　　 But, just before Tong Qinglin wanted to accept Luo Mo as a disciple, he didn't care whether the little baby could understand or not, he told him earnestly, and also told Luo Mo's father, Luo Shan, to think carefully.

　　 These years, even his disciples may not be able to get ahead.

　　 "If you worship me as a teacher, I will teach you well and strictly demand it."

　　 "You will spend a lot of effort, and spend a lot of energy and time on opera."

　　 "However, you may not be able to get ahead."

　　 dignified master, saying this kind of thing is somewhat bitter.

　　 Old man Tong is more eager. In these years, even if you study hard and study hard, you may not be able to get ahead and live a good life in the end. Not to mention the declining opera from an early age.

　　 He understands why no one learns to sing now, and he can understand why this is the case.

　　 The older generation of artists, or the older generation of craftsmen, know that the times have changed.

　　 But somewhat helpless.

　　 Tong Qinglin is at least a person of status, but what is the situation of many ordinary elderly people?

　　 is that people used to ask for a teacher, but now they are afraid of delaying them.

　　 In the end, Luo Mo became a disciple of Tong Qinglin's apprenticeship.

　　 At this moment, Luo Mo and Director Ning Dan chatted for a few more words, and then left the meeting room.

　　 On the way back, he was still a little lost.

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　　 His respect for the master cannot be increased.

　　 Even Luo Mo on earth has respect for these old artists.

　　 Walking along, Luo Mo walked to a window and looked out the window.

　　 He remembers very clearly, two years ago, it was the 80th birthday of the old man.

　　 Luo Mo and the brothers and sisters went to celebrate the old man's birthday.

　　 The old man who almost doesn't drink alcohol on weekdays drank some alcohol very rarely.

　　 After Jiujin came up, Luo Mo still remembered what the old man said.

He looked around at Luo Mo's older brothers and sisters, and said, "You guys, all have been on the last train of the prosperous era of Chinese opera. They are all people who have been [Jiaoer], and they have at least relied on Chinese opera. ."

　　 "Years of hard work has been rewarded."

　　 "That era was so beautiful."

　　 "It's so beautiful."

　　 "There is only Xiao Luo, there is only Xiao Luo, alas." The old man sighed.

　　 The so-called "Jiaoer" means the wrist in the industry and the big star in the industry.

　　 Elder Tong, taking advantage of his drinking spirit, looked at Luo Mo’s senior brothers and sisters, and said: "If there is any opportunity in the future, I will give priority to Xiao Luo. Those of you who are senior brothers and sisters, don't be jealous and angry."

　　 Everyone laughed and the atmosphere was harmonious, indicating that Master was looking down on everyone.

　　 When Luo Mo started, he was a seven-year-old baby. Everyone watched him grow up, and it was too late for pain.

　　 Tong Qinglin called Luo Mo to his side, patted his shoulder lightly, and said dimly:

　　 "Master wants you to stand on the big stage and sing."

　　 "Master wants to see you as a role."