This Star Wants to Retire

Chapter 39: Corner

Tong Qinglin, master of contemporary Chinese opera, is over 80 years old.

Luo Mo was his closed disciple, and Luo Mo's brother and sister were slightly older than his father.

Father Tong only focused on one thing this year.

It was to promote opera culture.

He witnessed the brilliance of the opera, and also witnessed its decline.

At first, Luo Mo approved the program group invitation and became a program group staff member because she might have the opportunity to promote Chinese opera.

At this moment, Ning Dan looked at Luo Mo and said, "I contacted Mr. Tong Lao, thinking that you can make a video call with him tonight."

Luo Mo understood Ning Dan's intentions when he heard those words.

It gives gold for "Creating Idols".

Old generation artists had an outstanding status.

The world has great respect for the older generation of artists.

If Tong Qinglin was willing to appear on the show, this style of video calling would soon become different!

At the same time, the identity of Luo Mo's famous disciple would also be revealed.

For this class of old artists, even if they were at Ning Dan's level, they did not dare to be careless.

Therefore, he had to first contact Tong Qinglin to ask for her opinion. If he did not want to appear, the program team did not even dare to ask Luo Mo to directly play the video to try the water.

In fact, Luo Mo temporarily played the video on the recording site, and the old man would take it 80% of the time.

"What did his master say?" Luo Mo asked.

"Master Tong Lao agreed," Ning Dan said.

"agreed?" Luo Mo was very surprised.

Ning Dan pursed his lips and said, "My initial plan is, if Mr. Tong Lao refuses, then I will show him your opera singing at the end of "The Big Fish", maybe he'll change his mind."

"But I didn't expect it, she immediately agreed," Ning Dan said.

He looked at the slightly absentminded Luo Mo, and said: "It can be seen that Lord Tong has high expectations of you."

Luo Mo listened, silent for a long time.

His memory began to spin, and he returned to the rainy night.

Luo Mo's father was called Luo Shan, and he had a small theater group in his early years. Sing in villages and towns to get this money.

Many young people may still have the impression, when they were young, this kind of troupe was pretty much performing, and now it is harder to see.

Back then, I was still able to make money, but the longer it became harder and harder to do so, Luo Shan changed jobs, opened a small restaurant, and the business was pretty good.

When Luo Mo was young, he learned to sing with his father.

He had good talent, at least much better than his father.

When he was young, he often heard his father mention the name—Tong Qinglin.

It seems like the proudest thing of my father in this life is being accepted as a named disciple by this famous opera artist.

During summer vacation when Luo Mo was seven years old, she was taken by her father to work as a temporary worker and went on stage to sing.

In the middle of the road, it rained heavily.

Heavy rain fell from the sky, and all the old and young people who were watching the theater dispersed.

There was only a skinny old man and a middle-aged man standing on the floor across the stage, facing the stage through the wind and rain.

Tong Qinglin came alone and did not greet Luo Shan.

There was no one below the stage, and Luo Mo, who was only seven years old, sang and sang all the time on stage with his immature drama.

There was no slightest respite, nor the slightest countermeasure.

When he resigned, he met a skinny old man.

His father stood behind the old man, respectfully, with endless tension on his face.

The skinny old man looked at Luo Mo and asked, "It was raining so hard just now, and there were no spectators in the audience. The partners in the troupe were all working hard, you were a child, why did you insist on singing? seriously song?"

Luo Mo, who was only seven years old, did not really understand it, but simply replied: "I like it."

Just like Jiang Ningxi's understanding of Luo Mo, this person seemed to be born for the stage, and she liked the feeling of being on stage.

After saying this, the old man slightly nodded, but did not say much.

Luo Mo's boy looked at the old man and added a few words.

It was these few words that made him well liked by the old man.

"And. and I know the rules! I know the rules!" Luo Mo raised his head with a proud face.

“Oh? What rules?”Tong Qinglin asked authentically.

Luo Mo raised his head and looked at him, his tone immature but loud:

"The ancestors had a rule, the singer had to finish singing once his throat was open, no matter if anyone listened to him or not!"

The drama has already begun, and is listening in all directions. One side is human, all three are ghosts, and all four are gods.

Once the sound is turned on, you have to finish the chant, regardless of whether there is anyone in the audience, because humans do not listen, it does not mean that the deceased person does not listen.

This is the rule.

Rules left by ancestors.

i'm...

i'm...

The saying that playing and singing all directions is indeed mixed with some superstition.

But the point is actually related to professional ethics and professionalism.

This was what the old man had taught him, and he remembered it in his heart.

Since the old man said that granny likes to watch the theater, little Luo Mo thought, when she was on stage, the grandmother in the sky would definitely watch and listen.

After a few days of contact, Tong Qinglin, who had no intention of accepting a disciple, made an exception and accepted Luo Mo, a disciple.

According to Mr. Tong, now this society is more patient than ever.

Don't talk about adults, even small babies, it's hard to calm down and do things.

TV series, cartoons, games...

What is more interesting than singing?

Moreover, Chinese opera has long fallen.

If in the past, a generation of famous opera artists made an exception to accept disciples, how exciting it was.

But, just before Tong Qinglin wanted to accept Luo Mo as a disciple, she did not care whether the little baby could understand or not, she told him in earnest, and also told Luo Mo's father, Luo Shan, to think carefully.

These years, even his students might not be able to advance.

"If you worship me as a teacher, I will teach you well and resolutely demand it."

"You're going to spend a lot of effort, and spend a lot of energy and time on opera."

"However, you may not be able to advance."

dignified master, saying this kind of thing is a bit bitter.

Old Man Tong is more excited In these years, even if you study hard and study hard, you may not be able to progress and live a good life in the end. Not to mention opera which declined from an early age.

She understood why no one was learning to sing now, and she could understand why this was the case.

The older generation of artists, or the older generation of artisans, know that times have changed.

But a little helpless.

Tong Qinglin was at least a person of status, but what was the situation of many ordinary elders?

it was people who used to ask for teachers, but now they are afraid of putting it off.

In the end, Luo Mo became Tong Qinglin's apprentice.

At this time, Luo Mo and Director Ning Dan chatted for a few more words, and then left the meeting room.

On the way back, he was still a little lost.

You should know that he is a fusion of two souls, not the seizures that often appear in Xianxia fantasy novels.

His respect for his master could not be increased.

Even Luo Mo on earth respected this old artist.

Walking together, Luo Mo walked to the window and looked out the window.

He remembered very clearly, two years ago, it was the old man's 80th birthday.

Luo Mo and the brothers and sisters went to celebrate the old man's birthday.

Older people who barely drink alcohol on weekdays very rarely drink alcohol.

After Jiujin appeared, Luo Mo still remembered what the old man said.

He looked around at Luo Mo's older brother and sister, and said, "You guys, all have been on the last train of the era of Chinese opera prosperity. They were all people who had [Jiaoer], and they had at least relied on it in the Chinese opera "

"Year of hard work has been appreciated."

"They are beautiful."

"It's so beautiful."

"There is only Xiao Luo, unfortunately there is only Xiao Luo." The old man sighed.

The so-called "Jiaoer" means wrist in the industry and a big star in the industry.

Elder Tong, taking advantage of his drinking spirit, looked at senior brother and sister Luo Mo, and said: "If there is a chance in the future, I will prioritize Xiao Luo. don't be jealous and angry."

Everyone laughed and the atmosphere was harmonious, indicating that Master looked down on everyone.

When Luo Mo started, he was a seven-year-old baby. Everyone watched him grow up, and it was too late for the pain.

Tong Qinglin called Luo Mo to her side, patted her shoulder lightly, and said faintly:

"Teachers want you to stand on a big stage and sing."

"Teacher wants to see you as a role."