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Less than four hours have passed since the announcement of the "Travel Visit Interview".

But on Weibo Chaohua, there have been more than 3,000 posts related to Li Shixin's interview video!

"It's too true, and it's too profound! Although Xinye doesn't have the title of an expert or a master, but based on this passage of understanding of the current situation of Peking Opera, I don't know if others are convinced, but I am convinced anyway!"

"Speaking of it! A fancier who has loved Peking Opera for ten years, only became a fan of Xin Ye after "Ling". It can only be said that compared with so many so-called masters and experts today, Xin Ye is thorough and open-minded! Peking opera is Things that have been eliminated by the times, if you really want to make Peking Opera good, let Peking Opera go down from the altar and return to the folk. Instead of putting on airs and saying that you are the quintessence of the country every day! There will be more and more people like Xinye Bright artists, more and more Beijing opera-related works like "Ling" come out, so that I can have the motivation to follow, and follow Peking opera for another ten years!"

"In the past two days, I have read a lot of remarks about the decline of Peking Opera. Each family has their own arguments. But what Xinye said today, I think it hits the point. There are always some people in the industry who like to use big hats to judge people, saying What contemporary young people don't know how to appreciate, talk about social impetuousness and so on. But these people have never thought that Peking Opera is already out of date.

For us to accept it, we need to become what we like-just like "Ling" and several Peking opera fusion pop songs by Xin Ye. As the audience, we have no responsibility to change our three views and aesthetics, to cater to one thing specially!

In this interview with Lord Xin today, the Three Views really hit me! Just because the old man can soberly and deeply understand the disadvantages of contemporary Beijing opera, he can't resist the banner of revival to win his own reputation, and he can really make people who have never heard of Peking opera feel good about it. What are these people in the Beijing Opera Association? ! "

"If Peking Opera can't change, if it can't enter the lives of contemporary audiences, it's a dead thing! If you can have this kind of insight, you can also produce "Ling" and "Ten Years of the World" and "Er Yuehong Memories". This new form, I would like to enshrine Lord Xin as the number one person in contemporary Beijing opera!"

"It's hard. The hard part is that I saw several Beijing opera OSTs of "Ling" this morning when they were released. But I felt that the content was boring, so I didn't finish watching it. I just watched it. Compared with the two song OSTs , Today's playback volume is less than one-tenth.

In the interview, Mr. Zhong Xin said very calmly about Peking Opera, but I believe that as an old artist who has been immersed in Peking Opera for so many years, his heart should be sad when he said these words. Among the people he said who kept his color unchanged, he might also be himself. Let’s not talk anymore, let’s show my grandma the OST of today! "

"From then on, I will turn from a fan to an iron fan! Silently support, I only hope that Lord Xin will be kind!"

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On the set, as the mobile phone, which had been bombarded with information for an afternoon and finally ran out of battery, automatically shut down, Li Shixin heard a soft beep from the system.

Recalling the endless posts in Weibo Chaochao, Li Shixin smiled slightly.

"Old Li, three scenes have been rushed out today. If everything goes well, the Kung Fu feature film will be completed tomorrow morning."

Just when Li Shixin was thinking about whether he should make a move and push the Peking Opera Association, which had been pretending to be an ostrich, into the sea, a greeting came from behind him.

Seeing the hot and sweaty Liu Wenqiang, Li Shixin nodded.

"Then please trouble Director Liu, and cut out the entire film after filming tomorrow morning. Try to post the ending part the night after tomorrow."

"Tomorrow is only Thursday, Mr. Li! Didn't you say that the ending part will be released on Friday?"

Hearing Li Shixin's explanation, Liu Wenqiang frowned.

Glancing at the doubts on the young man's face, Li Shixin patted him on the shoulder with a smile, "Director Liu, you've been on CCTV for a long time. I don't understand the mentality of online viewers. What kind of temper do netizens have? Reputation, originally scheduled to update two episodes but you update one episode, they will rebel. But originally scheduled to update two episodes, you update three episodes together, they will climax in place! The same reason, you originally scheduled Friday update, but If you delay until Saturday, many people will scold you for delaying the update. But once you update on Thursday, they will feel like they have picked up a hundred dollars in the aisle!"

"Um, if it's on CCTV, such an early relaxation would be to broadcast the accident. Teacher Li, what is the reason for this?"

Looking at the portrait of Li Shixin who was teaching and dispelling puzzles, Liu Wenqiang scratched the back of his head.

What's the point?

Metaphysics!

The boy is too tender.

There are so many routines to learn!

Patting Liu Wenqiang on the shoulder, Li Shixin put his hands behind his back and walked towards the hotel with a smile.

Just when Li Shixin's mobile phone was turned off and the Internet was cut off, it was rare to enjoy the joy of finishing work before the sun went down. His previous interview still touched the hearts of netizens.

Beijing, Tongzhou District.

A small disturbance is unfolding in an ordinary family.

"Why am I so calm?! Look at what grandpa is doing here?! He took a broken rag and took a basin and wiped my car. Look at the paint! It's full of small scratches. Take pictures in circles. My newly bought car doesn’t even come with a car cover!”

Downstairs in the community, seeing the eldest daughter of the Cheng family jumping and screaming distressedly around a new car with red cloth strips tied on the wheels, the neighbors around snickered.

The one who jumped was the eldest daughter of the Cheng family.

As a local aborigine, the Cheng family's old house was occupied. The developer added a four-bedroom, one-unit garage.

The big family moved from the small second floor where they had lived for decades to a new home that was compensated for land occupation.

Life is going well, and the younger generations are all promising.

No, the eldest daughter who just graduated from college and started working asked her family for 100,000 yuan, and paid the down payment to buy a new car. Prepare to clean up the garage where the sundries are stored, and use it to park cars later.

But I didn't want to, the garage that was slowly stuffed with old things hadn't been cleaned up, and there was a mess--the new car passed a section of the construction site when it was brought back, and the brand-new car was stained with a lot of muddy water.

The old man of the Cheng family who was tidying up the garage took advantage of his granddaughter talking reservedly about the process of picking up the car in the neighbors, took a clean rag and filled a basin of clean water, bent over and wiped the car quickly. .

The tiny pebbles invisible to the naked eye were wrapped in a clean rag, and under the trembling movements of the old man, they added small halos of light to the car that could be seen when the sun flickered.

The eldest granddaughter who likes to mention cars exploded when she saw it.

Seeing his daughter playing donkey in front of the neighbors regardless of his face, and seeing the old father who was standing behind him with the crime tool, that is, the white rag, crouching his neck and looking secretly, the head of the house, Old Cheng, heaved a long sigh.

Look, what's the matter?

After thinking about it, he stared at his daughter.

"You can do it! Don't tell me your grandpa wiped it for you because he saw your car was dirty. Even if your grandpa punched two holes in you with a walking stick, what can you do?! That's your grandpa, a bastard!"

Lao Cheng's angry roar made the eldest daughter's arrogance subside a little. But looking at the new car in circles of painted paint in the sun, the resentment still hasn't subsided.

"When you're old, don't bother with so many nosy things! You can go and play chess every day, eat salty radish and don't worry about it!"

After murmuring loudly on purpose, the eldest daughter turned around and got into the car.

With the roar of the engine, the brand new little black Audi flew away.

The protagonist of the dispute is gone, and the spectators who persuaded people to be good or gloated at their misfortune also dispersed.

People are gone, clean. But the remaining seven members of Cheng's family sighed in unison when they saw the old man with layers of wrinkles on his face, tall but thin as a skeleton.

Grandpa is getting old.

For an eighty-year-old person, his mind has inevitably become confused.

But unfortunately, the old man is still a person who can't sit still. Inflexible brains, severely outdated thinking, combined with a small problem of nosy at home, have caused a lot of trouble for the family in the past two years.

For example, the leftovers were not allowed to be thrown away, and as a result, they were left in the kitchen to emit a burst of rancid smell. Such as picking up the old clothes that have been thrown away at home from the garbage dump, causing swarms of flies in the summer. For example, when you think that no one is using electricity, you turn off the electric switch at home, which delays your grandson's promotion and fails to get out of bronze.

It's the little things that kill people the most.

A series of unpleasant incidents gradually made grandpa the most unpopular and marginalized one in the family.

In middle age, Lao Cheng became his father's guardian instead - he worried every day that his precious father would break into trouble.

Now looking at the old father who was all over and still shrinking his neck, Lao Cheng sighed.

"Father, Daling has a small mind and a bad temper. You are not good at anyone. Why are you touching her stuff? Look at her newly bought car. She is being teased by others! They say she is flirting with you. "

Facing his granddaughter, the old man was obsequious. But VS son, the old man struck out instantly!

"piss off!"

Shouted by his own father who was holding his neck, Lao Cheng shrank his neck and led his wife into the house.

Outside the garage full of sundries, only Old Man Cheng and his grandson, Xiao Cheng, who just finished the college entrance examination, were left.

"Grandpa, I support you!"

Holding the mobile phone, Xiao Xiaocheng raised his head and said quietly.

"It's not her own ability to ask the family for money to buy a car. Look at her! Grandpa, she will come back later, you use steel wool to clean her!"

The old grandson's support made old man Cheng feel a lot easier.

He straightened up and snorted softly.

"When I didn't give birth to your father, I saved two years' wages and bought a Da Yong Yong, which was much more impressive than her! Back then, I took your grandma to the theater with me, and it turned heads! That car, The paint surface is shiny! I wipe it with a rag every day and I can’t find any scratches. It’s a German devil’s broken car, what is it like?”

After mumbling to where his granddaughter was standing just now, the old man got into the garage amidst his grandson's snickering.

Looking at the box in the garage under the weight of a pile of old clothes, the old man blinked.

call.

Blowing away the thick layer of dust, he lifted the lid of the box.

aside.

"If I have any expectations for this show, it may be a consolation to those who have passed through the years but keep the old colors.

Peking Opera has been eliminated by the times, but it has also been brilliant, just like these people, they have also been young and fresh along with the glory of Peking Opera.

So I really hope that friends who like the drama "Ling" can take it to their families and watch it in front of the old people who like Peking opera. "

Li Shixin's magnetic voice came from the grandson's cell phone.

Thinking of what the old man said about going to the theater with his grandma when he was young, the grandson took his eyes off the phone and raised his head.

"Huh? Grandpa."

Looking at the old man holding an old photo album in the garage, Xiao Xiaocheng blinked.