Chapter 310 National treasures never go out of time

Looking at the back of the official leaving.

Many people in the Hu family clenched their fists.

Everyone knows that opera has declined, but no one will ever say this in front of them.

"If I had known that the head of this family would have been this face. Even if I were given ten times the appearance fee, I wouldn't have come."

"It's really annoying. Peking Opera is in decline, so why is it his turn to say it? No matter what, Peking Opera is also a national treasure."

"The finale changed to the big one, and directly made our [Farewell My Concubine] a show of seeing off guests. When did you ever get such an insult?"

"Think about our Hu family, who is also a famous opera troupe in Beijing opera, will be treated like this."

Everyone in the Hu family was indignant.

This is the official website, it is really a shame to the people.

Ying Er's agent, listening to their voices, couldn't help but shake her head.

I don’t quite understand the ideas of these people, and if I eliminate them, I will eventually eliminate them, what else do I need to stick to?

“The big shaft is actually pretty good.”

Hu Wenchang smiled and said to everyone, "Everyone will perform well then, and someone will appreciate it."

That being said.

But everyone's hearts are mixed.

Peking Opera is not said that if you perform it well, someone will watch it.

Young people don’t like it, and the elderly people they like are leaving the stage of history one after another. In the future, Peking Opera will have a bumpy journey.

I'm afraid it's really gone.

"Farewell My Concubine, right?"

A few minutes later, a young man in a suit and tie came over, holding a program list in his hand, glanced at the Hu family group standing behind the scenes, and said, "You should be on stage later."

The music on the stage has fallen.

Ying'er walked out, and the agent hurriedly went up to support her, with a smile on her face, "Thank you for your hard work, Ying'er!"

"Something!"

"Go back and have some rest first."

"I want to change the plane."

"All right."

...

Watching them leave.

Hu Wenchang took the Hu family and followed him on the field.

Standing on the stage.

Hu Yibao looked at the audience, and there were thirty or fifty tables full of people.

“There are quite a lot of people this time.”

Someone in the Hu family whispered, his voice a little happy.

For them, it has been a long time since they performed in front of so many people.

However, when the guests on the scene saw that the Peking Opera appeared, the interest on their faces disappeared instantly, and instead they were unconcealed disappointment.

"I thought it was something, it turned out to be Peking Opera."

"What! It's all this era, and there are Peking Opera performances."

"Oh, I'm leaving!"

"That Ying Er was really beautiful just now."

"It's not your turn to be beautiful, hahaha! This time the Shangguan family's program is pretty good, but this Peking Opera is a bit disappointing. If it's a skit crosstalk, it's better than him."

"Brothers, let's go. Yesterday I got five tickets to Hu Yibao's concert. Let's go and watch it tonight."

"Damn, the concert is much better than Peking Opera."

The guests did not hide their disdain for Peking Opera, and many of them had already stood up and prepared to leave.

"Prepare to start!"

Hu Wenchang whispered to the Hu family members.

Everyone nodded.

Although they were disappointed in their eyes, this was something that happened frequently. They have encountered it many times in recent years.

They appeared, and the scene began.

At the beginning of the opera, even if there is no one in the audience, they will finish singing it.

This is the rule set by our ancestors.

Just as it was about to begin.

"Hey! Those who sing Peking Opera, you all leave!"

I didn't know it was, but suddenly shouted.

"Ha ha!!"

The whole house burst into laughter immediately.

Following someone to cheer.

"Everyone has retreated. Even if you sing, no one will watch it."

"Yes, yes! Go home! Change the industry, maybe it will be better."

"Hahaha!!"

The laughter from the audience made tears flow in the pupils of the young people in the Hu family class. The grievances that have been suffered over the years have instantly surged up.

They have heard a lot of disdainful discussions about Peking Opera, but no one has ever mocked her like this.

“Master…”

Zhang Jialuo, the youngest 16-year-old boy from the Hu family class, looked at Hu Wenchang and tears flowed out.

It was his dream to perform on stage.

At this time, my dream was being ruthlessly and wantonly trampled under my feet and constantly ravaged.

For a moment, his heart was filled with helplessness.

"Child..." Hu Wenchang reached out and touched Zhang Jialuo's head. He didn't expect that these people would be so excessive this time.

Just as he was about to comfort him, Hu Wenchang saw Hu Yibao step forward and stood in front of him.

Everyone in the audience stood up at a person dressed in a beautiful Peking Opera appearance, thinking that the Peking Opera performance was about to begin, so they couldn't help but speed up their pace.

"Oh! It's beginning, it's beginning!"

"Go and go! They sing theirs."

"We didn't even make a fuss to step down. It's really not easy for Peking Opera to survive until now, hahaha!"

"So strong! But what's the point of being strong? Anyway, I'll be eliminated by the times."

Hu Wenchang knew that the opening of Farewell My Concubine was not Hu Yibao.

Just as he was wondering what his grandson was going to do, a clear song suddenly rang on the stage.

"A play is folded, the water sleeves rise and fall"

"Singing joys and sorrows, no matter me"

"Expand and closed, gongs and drums sounded and silent"

Melodious and melancholy singing.

Everyone who was about to leave on the scene couldn't help but stop and turned to look at the stage.

Hundreds of gazes fell on Hu Yibao.

"Oh! It's interesting!"

“This song sounds pretty good.”

"What new song is this? I've never heard it before."

"This song, let's go after listening to it."

Everyone who had left sat down one after another.

While someone was laughing, he took out his cell phone and took a photo at Hu Yibao, who was dressed in a beautiful face on the stage.
To be continued...