Chapter 145: 8.10 Face-lifting opera

Maybe pretending to be stupid for too long, Qi Changjun's mind was really inflexible, but he did not understand the deep meaning in Gu Yunxi's words. His face couldn't help getting gloomy, and there was a dreadful coldness in his eyes.
He stayed for two years and loved for two years. Is it necessary to leave because he has recovered his mind?
Qi Changjun made his hands into fists and clenched them tightly, and his heart was even more annoyed by his frivolous actions.
He couldn't walk and couldn't leave the man half a step. He was afraid that as soon as he left, the teenager would meet a man who was more upright and better than him. He knows clearly that he is not a gentleman, and is not worthy of an elegant boy.
Gu Yunxi didn't understand Qi Changjun's thoughts, and thought his words had given the man enough hints, so he laughed softly, leaning on the man's broad shoulders and said, "I'll let the girl prepare bags for you." The scar on the man's face and the blindfolded eye continued, "Go away and don't know when we will meet."
The implication of his words was for the man to come back as soon as possible after handling the matter, and it became a farewell word in Qi Changjun's ears. The eyes of men became deeper and deeper, covering the bottomless darkness.
He had given up begging Gu Yunxi, nodded his head, and moved his throat hard before he could barely send out a "good" word.
"Three days later will be my day," Gu Yunxi stroked the thick short hair of Fu Qi Changjun and smiled happily. "I have reserved a place for you in the front row, and I will leave after reading." Scene, even if they knew they would meet.
His first opera was for this man. Qi Changjun's return to South China was one of the ways he forced Tiandao to make moves, otherwise how could he be willing to let this person go.
There are so many drama teams in Pingcheng, but the Mei family is the only one who can attract attention without having performed a drama. When Meiyuan announced its opening to the public, Pingcheng people rushing to buy tickets lined up long nights.
Even if this Meijia opera class doesn't sing well, as long as it can be the first person to see the appearance of Master Meijia's opera, this ticket is worth the money.
Everyone wants this ticket, but the amount that Meiyuan can provide is very limited, and it has not yet officially opened for sale.
In desperation, Mei Zhipeng had to send thousands of Pingcheng Self-Defense Forces to maintain order. This was the first time he had asked the Self-Defense Forces to serve the Mei family.
Although Mei Zhipeng spent money to support 200,000 troops, he never thought that the SDF belonged to the Mei family. If he regarded the SDF as a private property, would it not be any different from those warlords.
Three days later, the opening day of Meiyuan arrived as scheduled.
Gu Yunxi was sitting in front of the vanity mirror, looking quietly waiting for the artist to put on his makeup.
The painter was holding oil paint, but he refused to do it for a long time. He really didn't know how to put a strong face on this gorgeous face.
He and the artists next to him glanced at each other, sighed, and had to find the old man from Zhuang, "Master Mei is so beautiful, I have to wait until I can't get the makeup."
He was afraid that this face would be ruined and he could not paint what the young man should have.
Old Zhuang twisted his eyebrows, took over the oil paint in the artist's hand, made a few strokes, and it was a meal. I haven't noticed in the past that the child's face has become so beautiful before he knows it. This is definitely not a good thing for them. Fortunately, he is the young master of the Mei family.
"Master, I'll do it myself." Gu Yunxi smiled upward, raised his hand and waved the artists. I saw him pursing his lips and dabbing with his hands.
For a while, the gongs and drums kicked off, the curtain slowly opened, and the Meijia opera class officially entered the stage of history. They all say "relentless, the opera is meaningless." Today is the day when they completely reversed the status of the opera and created a new look for the opera.
Gu Yunxi's brothers first appeared, and their performance was naturally wonderful and amazing. All the people in the stage could hear his throat screaming, and the intense applause didn't stop for a moment.
By the time of the intermission, the backstage was overwhelmed with gifts from the guests.
The people who came almost forgot that they had come only to see Master Mei.
Another gong and drum beat, and there was a warm applause from the audience, and then everyone's face turned upside down.
A little bit of lip, color is like Chunhua, eyes like Qiubo, looking forward to flying God, like a knife, everything is not charming, everything is not tempting. Before he spoke, the listeners had lost their words.
When the teenagers on the stage stared at them, the crowd just felt confused and ignorant of the world.
After a while, Fang turned back from the astounding appearance of the boy, but he suddenly opened the mulberry. The voice was gentle and light, incomprehensible to the ear, and it really sounded like a dream.
After the sound had been resting for a long time, the people on the stage had not returned to their consciousness, and he stared at the young man on the stage.
"Pap", "Pap", "Pap", I don't know who slammed the palm of his hand and smashed the dreams of the crowd. A group of people suddenly stood up, and they rushed to the stage impatiently.
They just wanted to be able to touch the fascinating goblin on the stage, even if it touched his corner of clothing.
There is an unwritten rule for listening to a play.
When the opera is singing, you can drink or throw flowers because of the excitement, or you can cheer or throw the peels because of boredom, but you must never approach the stage.
Once someone dared to approach the stage, they would be dragged out immediately and forbidden to enter the garden again. But today, no one has complied with this requirement. They squeezed against each other, and no one wanted to take a half step back.
There are usually a few thugs in the theater to prevent people from making trouble. Meiyuan is no exception. But today's battle is too scary, where a few thugs suppressed a group of crazy and radical people.
They rebelled, just like the lunatics, and the thugs were all relieved and they were breathing hard. If the Self-Defense Forces, who were standing guard outside the field, arrived in time, it wouldn't be how things went.
When the spectators were taken away from the Meiyuan, the hissing and unwilling roar shook the whole city.
After that, Meiyuan's door was full of people admiring Gu Yunxi every day. More people came here in disgust and returned home. They were already crazy about Gu Yunxi, and even bought gifts for him in order to please him. Even Qing Gao scholars who had always opposed the old culture were disheartened by him.
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Therefore, Gu Yunxi got a pseudonym-Yuqing City. Because he is as beautiful as a crown jade, he has an allure.
When Gu Yunxi learned that he had the nickname, he couldn't help laughing. Is this another name for stealing the darling of heaven? People in this world are really destitute, so they have not taken off the word "allure".
In the hearts of listeners, Gu Yunxi's drama is the best drama in the world. Gu Yunxi's voice is the sound of nature that can sweep away many troubles.
One of his turns and one raised his eyebrows could not help but follow him into the play, as if experiencing the sadness and joy of the people in the play. They may cry or laugh or be sad or painful. When they have finished venting their emotions, they will find that in this world, no matter how hard and tired they are, it is worth living well.
If so, within half a month, Gu Yunxi has become famous all over the world. His fame is well known in the north and in the war-torn south.
The only thing that can compete with him is his seniors who are regarded as the "Pingcheng Seven Masters".
They do not have the jealousy that often appears in other theatre groups. The brothers experienced five spring and autumn seasons together. They saw Gu Yunxi's daily hard work in his eyes. The name "Yu Qingcheng" should be a teenager.
The Mei family drama group became the most famous drama group, which made the director of Meiyuan happy and sad.
As long as Meiyuan sings, it will be full, and Meiyuan's daily account will almost exceed Mei's most profitable shop. However, because they can't buy tickets, people who make trouble outside Meiyuan every day also have more than one day. They have mentioned the fare again and again, but still cannot satisfy such a large number of guests.
In addition, some wealthy people, in order to be able to dominate the theater, let the Mei family drama class only sing to him, and sent someone to station at the gate of Meiyuan every day. Driving away one by one is almost endless.
"Master," a handsome-looking man approached Qi Changjun respectfully, handed a telegram, "This is the latest news from Pingcheng."
One year ago, when men appeared in front of them, no one knew how excited they were at that moment, and how they managed to suppress the tears in their eyes.
They knew that the Marshal would not die! They waited until they came to the commander who came back alive!
Kong Zongwen, the villain on the holiday news!
Qi Changjun glanced at the man, took the telegram, swept across at a glance, his eyes stopped on the word "Yu Qingcheng".
The lieutenant looked along his line of sight and sighed longly, "Listening, if you can't watch a drama in Yu Qingcheng in this life, you will be gone for nothing. Marshal, I really don't know if we have this opportunity in the future. See the charm of this jaded city. "
"Qingcheng, this name really suits him." Qi Changjun ticked the corner of his mouth, stroking his finger back and forth on the name.
He still remembered the young man's first scene. It's amazing how many people can't see it anymore with just a glance. Crazy for him, crazy for him, crazy for him. The chaos of Meiyuan that day broke the peace of Pingcheng for hundreds of years.
The handsome man flashed doubts in his eyes and couldn't help asking, "Master, do you know him?"
When they returned, they ruined their looks, hurt their eyes, and kept silent about the past two years. They were afraid to touch any sad things, and they never dared to ask, but today the expressions of the marshals are too much to care about.
Qi Changjun touched the left eye covered with the blindfold and the scar that penetrated half of the face, and said in a deep voice, "No."
He is no longer a silly big man in Pingcheng, and is no longer the younger brother Mei Younan. He is Qi Changjun, a great warlord in South China. This status is his destination, so that he can desperately rob the teenager.
"Yifei, the masters have been busy this year." The old man touched the beard that he had only kept for a few years, and sighed to Gu Yunxi. The disciples became so famous that he and several other masters were useless, drinking tea and chatting every day.
Gu Yunxi turned the script in his hand without waiting, waiting for the old man in Zhuang to continue.
The old man in Zhuang sighed again and started praising Gu Yunxi. "You have no reputation now. I don't know how many people come a long distance to listen to you."
"Master, speak up if you have something. I'm uncomfortable with such a brag." The old man of Zhuang is still very familiar with him. He has never seen anyone praise him since he played.
The old man in Zhuang smiled wryly, and finally stated his purpose, "I met a nice child on the street and wanted to bring it back to Meiyuan for training."
Gu Yunxi was silent for a moment and talked.
Although Meiyuan is the Mei family's property, he said that the old man in Zhuang was a master, and the old people in the park were very respectful to the old man, and brought back a child where he nodded in agreement. I'm afraid there is still something in the old man's words.
Sure enough, Zhuang's old man's eyes flashed, and then he said, "This child has a poor life, but he has a good talent. It seems that I have seen you back then, and worked hard to adjust it, maybe it will become the second 'Jade Qingcheng'."
As the saying goes, fish and bear's paw can't have both. If a theater team has two pillars, there is no guarantee that nothing will happen.
Gu Yunxi is the most proud disciple of the old man in Zhuang. The child he meets today is not inferior to him in terms of bones and voices, and his age is not much different from Gu Yunxi's time when he joined the team. If you really want to train, you can cause another sensation. However, Meiyuan is now very "young" and is in a period of fame. It does not need to inject fresh blood. It is still the blood that will take away the master of the Mei family.
However, when he met a good seed, the old man in Zhuang really didn't want to give up.
Good gifted child? Gu Yunxi laughed silently. Who can draw the attention of Zhuang old man on the street, who else besides the much-loved heavenly beloved?
Tiandao arranged for him to appear two years in advance, and also deliberately appeared in front of the old man Zhuang, apparently aware of the changes in the world. Very good, he finally waited until Tiandao made a move.
The heavenly ways that change the destiny of others, the causes and effects of mysterious disappearance, the law of beginning to confront the heavenly ways, can not understand the identity of the lover, I do not know what exactly happened between these ancient gods, but he will always explore one by one.
Gu Yunxi put down the script in his hand, smiled, and said, "The masters just like it. With a little younger brother, Yi Fei will only be happy." He frowned, thinking for a while and then said, "Why not Well, I ordered people to find some more children, and the masters looked at what they liked and left the teaching, so that the little master could have a companion. "
When the old man Zhuang heard it, he was overjoyed. He was so anxious to find something to do before bringing the child back. It would be better if he could come to a group. With such a temper, he was uncomfortable all day without training.
He quickly went to the director of Meiyuan and asked him to release the news as soon as possible, saying that Meiyuan would no longer accept disciples.