A master of national style who starts from yearning

“Oh oh, little brother Jiang Feng is good, scold this stinky maggot!”

“Little brother Jiang Feng said well, I can’t stand him for a long time, scold him fiercely for me!”

“Praise for Jiang Feng’s little brother, this hot temper, I like it!” I’m powdered, how about you? ”

Just when the barrage mad stood for Jiang Feng, Huang Lei and He Jiong looked at each other.

He didn’t expect that Jiang Feng’s personality was so tough, and he couldn’t directly open up at a glance.

But at this moment, even if Cai Wuquan was a member of the program group, the two didn’t want to help him say anything, but just asked: “Xiaojiang can still play?” ”

“A little.” Jiang Feng is just being modest, the system gave him a master-level joke, and he didn’t need to think about it, and he knew how strong this thing was.

“Okay, okay, then hurry up and give us a paragraph.”

Jiang Feng cleared his throat slightly, picked up a chopstick from the table, and gently knocked on the bowl.

‘Ding. ’

This crisp sound was like opening a mechanism in Jiang Feng’s mind.

I saw that his lips were slightly open, and the expression on his face became a little melancholy.

A long breath erupted from his mouth, eventually turning into an aria.

“Smell the wind and snow, outside the firewood gate.”

“But there are my returnees.”

“Who is waiting for whom to appear this night.”

“Han Jiangxue, poor Baiya beauty.”

“Chunhua for silver butterfly.”

……

The long tone and ancient style of drama carried the audience through it.

Everyone seemed to be at the same time, from this intoxicating spring breeze on the first night, to a snowy cold night.

In the silver white of the snowy night, a leaky country cottage appeared.

A man who could not see his appearance clearly was leaning outside the wood gate, looking into the distance, waiting for whose return.

“All this because of your parting.”

“All this because of your parting.

“All this only because of your parting”

……

The last three repeated sentences are like blows to people’s hearts.

People can’t help but evoke parting longing, immersed in that artistic conception for a long time and do not want to wake up.

It wasn’t until a long time later that several people came to their senses, and Xiao Ju and Sister Zifeng began to quietly wipe the corners of their eyes.

The older two teachers both sighed from the bottom of their hearts.

Teacher He Jiong shook his head and said, “The reverberations are all around the beam, and the March is endless, maybe it is Xiaojiang’s joke.” ”

Huang Lei’s face was still a little melancholy, “It’s no wonder, a few of us here have been away from home for many years, and Xiaojiang’s singing really evoked my sad parting thoughts.” ”

“A wounded parting, a wound parting.” Teacher Huang Lei let out another long sigh, raised the teacup in front of him, and said to Jiang Feng: “There is no wine, I toast you with a cup of tea, and toast you for this wounded parting.” ”

Jiang Feng raised the teacup, signaled in the air and drank it, his mood was actually not too high after he finished singing.

Huang Lei said that at this table, they are all people who have not been at home for many years.

But they at least have friends with them, and a large group of lively people like the film crew.

Jiang Feng, on the other hand, was alone and stayed in this ancient mansion in this mountain village for two whole years.

These short words were sung by him from the heart.

Only this true feeling can move all listeners.

The barrage in front of the screen at this time also gathered on Jiang Feng’s body.

“What should I say about this joke? It really made me cry, and I still feel tears. ”

“Hey, I really served Jiang Feng’s little brother, funny can make me laugh to death in place, just opened my mouth, my tears can’t stop falling, how can this be done.”

“I don’t care, anyway, Jiang Feng’s little brother I am a fan, if he does not enter the yearning program group, I will crowdfund him to debut.”

“Well said, compared to that maggot-like dance, shouldn’t a little brother like Jiang Feng be a fan? Crowdfunding counts me up. ”

After a while, the mood of several people in the mushroom house was relieved.

Sister Zifeng had long cried like a little flower cat, and at this time she also said with a red nose and a coquettish voice: “Brother Jiang Feng, blame you for causing me to cry like this.” ”

Mother He looked at her delicate little daughter’s appearance, and couldn’t help laughing: “Don’t talk about you, I almost cried.” ”

Xiao Ju was a little surprised, while taking care of the makeup he had spent, he asked: “Jiang Feng, you are so good at playing, why haven’t I seen you perform when I was in school before?” ”

Huang Lei shook his head and said: “Xiao Ju, you are not right, Xiao Jiang’s drama is not only good, but already good to a level.” ”

Seeing that several people looked at him puzzled, Huang Lei explained: “Let’s put it this way, when I was in Beiying before, I knew a few opera masters, and the skills Xiaojiang showed today are no different from them.” ”

“Big, master?” Everyone was extremely shocked, and the opera masters of Beiying were all national treasures.

The youngest among them is now already Hua Jia years old, and it has been a lifetime of hard training to achieve a master level.

How old is Jiang Feng? Can you be on a level with these masters?

Huang Lei nodded resolutely, “That’s right, it’s the master level, even if those masters come in person, they will definitely agree with my judgment.” ”

ps: Ask for flowers, ask for praise, ask for tips