Although Mei Xijun comes from a family of Peking Opera, he has never learned a single opera.

When Wu Yuexian learned of his existence, his mother who was doing chores in Xianggu Alley also passed away, and his aunt's family took him from Xianggu Alley back to his hometown to stay.

In the past few years, Aunt Mei has always wanted him to inherit the career of his father and grandfather and learn Dancing.

However, his qualifications were mediocre and he was very rebellious. The masters he invited to his home all failed to teach him after a month or two.

"Master Patriarch doesn't want to give this child food, so he should find a way to let him learn something else!"

It so happened that his uncle's family was also having difficulties at the time. His uncle, who was a piano player in a large theater troupe, fled westward with his ancestors. The family couldn't afford to take the blame and couldn't afford to feed so many mouths.

It happened that Wu Yuexian learned about their residence and went to visit, and Aunt Mei asked him to bring Mei Zilan back.

"Yue Xian, you have full authority to discipline him on our behalf. If he disobeys, I will beat or punish you as you like. If he can't sing, I will never let him enter the house again."

Although Aunt Mei said angry words, she still had hope in her heart.

After all, my family is from a Peking Opera family. Now that we are in the third generation, we are just a man. If he doesn't learn opera, the inheritance of this family will be cut off.

Wu Yuexian took him back to Xilianshe because of her past friendship.

But when I taught him how to play today, I realized why so many old artists couldn't teach him anymore.

This kid is really rebellious.

If you ask him to act as a female actor, he will always find it hard to get over it, saying that he is clearly a tomboy, how can he act like a girl and imitate a sissy?

But he was not in good health, so he couldn't sing the scenes between Wu Sheng and Wu Jing.

Singing Laosheng, whenever he encounters lyrics that do not suit his mood, he will always be unable to sing. He feels that it is not to his taste, so he is unwilling to sing.

In the final analysis, this is not a problem of one's own conditions, but of one's heart.

From the bottom of his heart, he didn't want to act.

Such people cannot be retained by force.

But in this situation, if Wu Yuexian didn't keep him, where could he go?

"Drama and reality must always be separated.

Weishi knows what you are thinking. You feel that they all think you are from a Xianggu alley. They think you are like those little Xianggu who make a living by pleasing others and look down on you.

If you want to keep yourself clean, you don't even want to learn how to act, and you want to stay far away from this industry, so that no one will say anything about you."

Wu Yuexian's words hit the mark, causing Mei Zilan to raise her head sharply and look at him in surprise.

Wu Yue

Receive anger elsewhere.

Now you have connections in this industry and your livelihood is also in this industry. You study opera well at Xilianshe. All the class leaders are your grandfather's old friends, and everyone will take care of you.

If you don't learn this business and go out alone to make a living, where can you, a nine-year-old kid, go? How can you survive?

By then, can you guarantee that you will not be worse than you are now, or even more looked down upon?"

Mei Zilan frowned and remained speechless.

He really didn't want to learn drama, but he also really didn't think about how he would survive if he didn't learn drama.

Wu Yuexian suddenly raised her head, patted his shoulder and said: "Xijun, as the old saying goes, you have to get up wherever you fall. Even if you really leave this industry, your future is uncertain.

With your life, will people in this industry forget your origins?

No!

The more cowardly you are and the more you want to escape, the more people will not take you seriously and make fun of you with your unsavory past!

You listen to Master, you study opera with Master, and you reach the peak of your skills and become the king of this industry!

When you stand at the top, your background will no longer matter. Even if those people want to laugh at you, they will no longer dare to say it to your face, because they can only look up to you."

Wu Yuexian said that she was excited, as if if he continued to talk, he would not be talking to Mei Zilan, but to himself.

If his master could have said this to him at the beginning, he probably wouldn't have survived until now without even a troupe, and would have to fight alone.

Now I really have to thank Ye Rongzhen for his wise eyesight and drawing him into the group.

Looking at the capital, is there any opera troupe that can support dozens of students like them and still keep it going?

Since Mei Zilan was the only student to be taught at the moment, Wu Yuexian did not go to the classroom and taught opera in a small building in the backyard.

At this moment, he was afraid of making a fool of himself by crying in front of his apprentice, so Wu Yuexian left Mei Zilan to reflect on herself while she went to the training ground to show her loyalty to Ye Rongzhen.

Mei Zilan was indeed a little hesitant after being told by Wu Yuexian.

It sounds great to rise to the top of a profession where those who look down on him, and then look down upon them, sound great.

But can he really succeed on his own?

Is this so easy?

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard a very beautiful piece of Xipi rocking music coming from Song Youzhen's classroom. It ended in just a moment. It was too short, and he still wanted to listen.

So he hurriedly left the house and wanted to see who sang it and ask him to sing it again later.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he went out, he saw Su Yunqing coming out of the classroom in a hurry, rushing to the window of Song Youzhen's classroom, using his finger to poke open the window paper, and quietly peeking inside.

After a while, he covered his chin with both hands, muttered and ran back without even caring about the pain.

"Impossible, this is impossible, how is this possible? If I didn't see it, I didn't see it. If I didn't see it, then she didn't sing it. If she didn't sing it, she wouldn't be so good. I absolutely can't admit it."

Su Yunqing was so abnormal that Mei Zilan was really curious about what was in the window, so she also walked over and looked in through the window.

I saw Xibao standing next to Song Youzhen, facing the students. Song Youzhen said happily: "Xibao sang very well and accurately. Someone heard that in the lyrics just now, which parts used sharp tufts?"

Words, which ones are catchy words?"

There was silence for a while.

The four little carrot-headed people with big eyes blinked, thinking that they only wanted us to listen, not to recognize them.

We just thought it sounded good, but we didn't listen carefully. We didn't understand anything that was sung.

Song Youzhen: "..."

Xibao: "..."

I had no choice but to ask Xibao to sing it again.

"You must listen carefully this time. There is a word in this that my teacher just said. If you can't say it again, my teacher will punish you."

Xibao then took a deep breath, got into the mood again, and sang the Xipi rocking board just now again.

For fear that the little carrot heads would be scared away by Song Youzhen and join other people, she also deliberately spelled out a few key words to make them clearer.

The effect of singing was actually better than before.

She was very into the opera when she was singing, and her expression and emotions were on point. She looked dumbfounded at Mei Zilan outside the window, and a ball of fire surged in her chest, and she was filled with joy from the bottom of her heart.

He has made up his mind, he wants to learn opera, sing well, and earn back all the face he lost because of his birth!

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