Very embarrassing---

Hu Yaotai looked at the bowl of wonton noodles that had been spitted by the old beggar, closed his eyes helplessly, then waved his hand and said, "No, you can eat it!"

The beggar smiled and said, "Hey, this is what you said--I didn't snatch your noodles. It was given to me by this kind-hearted person, and you let me eat it..."

Hu Yaotai rolled his eyes: "If you want to eat, you will eat as soon as possible. Why do you say so much nonsense?"

The beggar was no longer polite and squatted directly on the ground. He first put the "ancestral" "Snow Mountain White Phoenix" carefully into his arms, and then happily stretched out his two fingers to start catching the wontons in the noodle soup.

Maybe it was because the wonton was too hot, and he caught it too quickly, and the fingers were burned. With a "Ouch", it almost jumped up in pain.

Seeing this, Hu Yaotai burst into laughter, shook his big head and said to the beggar, "Do you think it's so easy to eat for free? It's so hot!" After that, he deliberately sucked a mouthful of noodle soup at wonton noodles, and the sound was very loud.

Su Dingxian shook his head. Hu Yaotai was just fine. He just had a bad mouth. When he turned his head and saw the beggar trying to pinch the hot wonton with his fingers, he handed over a pair of wooden chopsticks equipped with the side stall and said, "Use chopsticks to eat!"

The beggar was not polite, and snatched over again, and began to squat on the ground, snoring, and ate at the wonton noodles.

Hu Yaotai curled his lips and said, "Axian, you don't have to treat him too well! I heard from the old man that this is a scammer who cheats on food and drink!"

Su Dingxian smiled slightly, "The epileptic guy is also a human being."

Hu Yaotai said, "You are good-minded--but this world does not recognize good people."

When Hu Yaotai said the word "good person", the beggar who was burying his head suddenly looked up and said, "No good person! Not bad, no good person!" Then he pointed at the theater with chopsticks and said, "I'll tell you a secret. No one who watches the show there, nor are they good people! They don't understand the show at all!"

Hu Yaotai was angry and interrupted, and said, "Shut up, it seems that you are very clear about this theater!"

The beggar drank all the soup in front of the noodle bowl, then wiped his dirty mouth with his dirty sleeves, looked at Hu Yaotai and said, "You are right this time! Let me tell you, I came out of that theater. When I was popular, the entire theater, no, the entire Hong Kong and the entire Lingnan sang the drama I wrote!"

Hu Yaotai couldn't help but sneer: "I think you are not a madman, you are a dreamer---a big guy who daydreams! Where is that? Can people like you enter?"

The old beggar helped his broken myopia mirror, coughed, stood up, holding the soup bowl with his left hand and chopsticks with his right hand, and sang rhythmically: "Sad tears cannot shed the shadows of the past, and the heart is full of taste, only you know; a crescent moon, no one can reunite, the sound of the deep and deep news is lost, the love is lost, and the ambition is not moved; the infatuation is given to her, the snow is flying tonight, the good scene is abandoned, and the good scene is abandoned..."

Instantly--

The traffic has become quiet.

Hu Yaotai, Dad Hu and others looked at this extremely dirty old beggar incredibly.

Su Dingxian narrowed his eyes and looked at the old beggar with all his thoughts.

...

now---

Anyone who knows a little about the Cantonese music in Hong Kong knows that the song sung by the old beggar is the famous southern music song "Fishing Snow in the Cold River" sung by Xue Juexian, a popular actor in the country.

Just when people were surprised whether the beggar was really crazy or fake, they saw the beggar sing the lyrics and continued to sing in the rhythm of "Fishing Snow in the Cold River": "I see my mentor again, and my heart hurts all the time, as if it is like a sword, mud and dust are half sealed. The ambition and talent of the past ended. The snow in the river, tears and eyes are blurred. I let Boyaqin down, and it is hard to find a soulmate..."

Some old people, including Mr. Hu, knew Nanyin. When they heard the lyrics of the play, they couldn't help but say in surprise: "Why did the lyrics be changed? However, this lyrics are closer to the artistic conception of "Fishing Snow in the Cold River"..."

Hu Yaotai didn't understand the drama very much, but he also thought that the beggar sang very well, at least his ears were itchy and numb, as refreshing as he had taken his ears.

After watching the old beggar sing a paragraph with his voice, it stopped abruptly, then burst into tears, and pointed at the theater crazy and said, "Bad people! There are all bad people in it! You have heard it just now, and there are actually such a sing of desolate sounds inside!"

"Songs are not like songs, and plays are not like plays! What a bullshit "The Drunken Concubine" is simply a mess! Hahaha! The country is about to perish, and monsters are rampant! This Peking Opera Huangmei and Guangdong Opera Nanyin are almost destroyed in the hands of these monsters! I cry, I am sad, I am so happy that I can hide my tears!" The old beggar learned from the appearance of an actor and wiped tears with his sleeves.

Everyone around him was puzzled, and Dad Hu and Hu Yaotai were also confused. They vaguely felt that the old beggar was calling the people in the theater a bastard, and he himself was a good guy.

"You can't say that," Su Dingxian suddenly said, "Traditional folk art has its strengths and principles for a hundred years, but times change. If everything goes on, stick to the rules and do not think about adapting, then no matter how wonderful the song is, no matter how wonderful the play is, it will be abandoned by the times!"

The old beggar who was originally crazy and crying suddenly looked at Su Dingxian when he heard this. His turbid eyes burst out with a ray of light and said angrily: "What did you say?"

"You know what I said best." Su Ding said calmly, "It's right to protect traditions, it's right to love Peking Opera Nanyin. What's wrong is that he dare not try it. He is extremely frightened by any changes and changes, as if the sky fell!"

Su Dingxian had a firm tone and argued vigorously.

Because he knew that the evil-level song "Drunk Concubine" that the old beggar mentioned was the song he had created before for the New Horse Master in Lichi Theater.

To be precise, Su Dingxian buried a thunder in the opera and song world in Hong Kong.

In the past, the music scenes and music scenes in Hong Kong were clearly separated and did not interact with each other.

Famous actors in the folk art world look down on those emerging singers and stars, believing that they don’t understand art and know how to do basic skills. They can only make money by singing and twisting their butts. It’s almost like robbery.

Those celebrity singers look down on the old people who sing operas, thinking that they are all old antiques and keep the opera in their hands, and they can't keep up with the trend of the times at all.

There is no doubt that Su Dingxian's song "The Drunken Concubine" combines opera with pop music in advance, packages it, and throws it out like a bomb.

Although Su Dingxian didn't know how effective the bomb was, as a veteran, Su Dingxian knew accurately that if the opera did not change, it would only be eliminated in the future.

In his previous life, Su Dingxian saw the decline of traditional folk art. Whether it was Peking Opera, Cantonese Opera, or Huangmei Opera, there was no market in that era. Young people were chasing the four heavenly kings, Liu Guoli and Zhang. Who else remembers Gai Jiaotian, Mei School, and Cheng School?

Times are changing. If traditional folk art still sticks to the rules, then there is only a dead end.

The old beggar was squeezed by Su Dingxian, and couldn't help but burst into anger and said in anger: "You are just talking nonsense! What is art? What is Peking Opera? What is Cantonese Opera? What is Nanyin Minor?"

Su Dingxian smiled, "I don't understand all these, but I know that no matter how elegant the art is, someone will come to appreciate it in the end! You think pop music is low-level, but those working people at the bottom of the public are very welcome! You think Peking Opera and Cantonese Opera are noble, but now you can look around and see how many people can appreciate these arts? Not to mention the ticket price, how many people can understand opera lyrics and tunes?"

"This is the reason why you are so arrogant and have no other people! You have been immersed in your own world, thinking that you are always right, and others are wrong, and you think that you are crazy is different, but in my opinion, you are not wrong at all, because from beginning to end you are a arrogant and self-righteous person!"

The old beggar was ashamed of refuting Su Dingxian's words. After thinking for a long time, he said: "You defended the song "Drunk Concubine" at all costs. Could it be that you did that song?"

Su Dingxian wanted this sentence. He glanced at the man next to him who was mixed in the crowd like a reporter and said righteously: "So what? Whether it is opera or song, it is all about entertaining others and yourself. As for the final form, only everyone has the final say! You claim to be a talented man, but how many people can understand your song now? How many people can appreciate it? What is abandoned by the public is not what you call a fine product, nor is it what you think is covered with dust, but it is the old antique that the people abandoned! "

The old beggar was stunned and looked weird on his face.

The people around were also stunned and didn't understand why Su Dingxian was competing with an old beggar.

Mr. Hu and Hu Yaotai didn't understand, and thought that Su Dingxian would have been evil, otherwise how could he have fought with such a sloppy old beggar, arguing about whether "traditional" or "formal" or "formal" or "formal"?

"Axian, is he crazy?"

"Yes, why did he fight with this old beggar?"

"And what happened to him saying that "The Drunken Concubine" was done by Ah Xian?"

Mr. Hu and Hu Yaotai had no idea that at this time, Su Dingxian was not fighting alone, but the universal "values" of Hong Kong and even China.

Su Dingxian didn't know whether he was right or wrong.

He only knew that opera and pop music could eventually be combined into one and developed together.

However, the old ideas and ideas represented by the old beggar are like "blocking the road", making Su Dingxian's innovation difficult to move forward!

According to the original historical development trajectory, traditional opera will only slowly wither and decline, while pop music will replace it, rise with the trend, and eventually dominate the entertainment industry, making traditional opera out of reach!

...

Time passes by minute by minute.

Su Dingxian didn't know if his half-baked ability could convince the old beggar in front of him.

The people around were also confused, confused and curious. Will a person who debated with a crazy beggar win?

Almost a minute passed.

The old beggar suddenly seemed to have figured out something, and sighed and said, "Maybe you are right, because I am too persistent and have been trapped in the devil--whether it is opera or songs nowadays, they are all children's subjects to entertaining others and myself, but I take them too seriously, so heavy that I can't bear it myself!"

After the old beggar finished speaking, he suddenly looked up at Su Dingxian and said, "You have had this kind of understanding at a young age. It's very good - what's your name?"

Su Dingxian said in his heart, "I'll choose, you're just here to the topic now. I've been waiting for you to ask for your name for a long time!"

Immediately, I was sporting my clothes and said loudly: "I am not talented ----Sing Tao Daily reporter, Su Dingxian!"

Su Dingxian pulled the tiger bark and tree the banner, and first confirmed his name as a reporter.

The old beggar nodded with his hands behind his back: "Su Dingxian? I will remember you---no matter what, you convinced me and received teaching!"

The old beggar reached out to dust his clothes, and then bowed respectfully to Su Dingxian.

There was a lot of surprise around.

"What does it mean? Did the beggar admit defeat?"

"Has he surrendered?"

"This young man named Su Dingxian is so amazing!"

As everyone was talking, the old beggar turned around and left.

Seeing that the other party was about to leave, Su Dingxian hurriedly called him behind him and said, "Friend, your surname is honored?"

The old beggar laughed and sang loudly without looking back: "The voice of the heart, tears, daughter's fragrance, where can the swallows go back to find the remains of the pond? The red silk robbed the snow of the cold river at night, and the foolish person is Shisanlang!"

Su Dingxian was not surprised at all. Of course, Shisanlang of Nanhai, he knew, otherwise he wouldn't have said so much nonsense to him---Well, I just don't know if he was "retrieving traffic" this time?!

For Su Dingxian, this was actually a real surprise. I thought that if I came here to watch a show today, apart from exposing Mr. Zhuang’s conspiracy, I would not receive much. I didn’t expect to meet this "great god" of this era, so I would just take advantage of the traffic - after all, you have to become famous as early as possible. Only with fame can you gain both fame and fortune in the end!

For Hong Kong people in this era, they are still too "simple" and do not understand the importance of "traffic" and "hitting the porcelain internet celebrities", so let him Su Dingxian come to popularize them.

And those who were a little older like Mr. Hu were all surprised and said, "How is that possible? Could it be that he is the famous Shisanlang of the South China Sea?!"

Hu Yaotai still didn't understand, "Who is Shisanlang of the South China Sea?"

Others looked at him like idiots.

Hu Yaotai scratched his head, "Can he be a big shot?"

Dad Hu sighed, disgusting his son for being uneducated, and said, "He is not a big shot--he is the emperor in the Nanyin of Guangdong Song!"

Hu Yaotai looked contemptuous. Even beggars can become emperors these days, and this emperor is too cheap.

But I didn't know that in the crowd next to me, the man who looked like a reporter had quietly pressed the flash of the camera--

Click!

The beggar's back and Su Dingxian's back were recorded together!
Chapter completed!