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A few casual words of self-deprecation allowed Wang Xu to quickly get closer to the guests in the audience, and the atmosphere became very intimate.

"Are you pretty?" Wang Fei happily took Wang Xu's hand and asked everyone.

"Beautiful boy, haha", the atmosphere was very lively, they were all acquaintances, so they still had to give this face, not to mention that Wang Xu was really handsome.

"He bragged to me that he had studied opera with Boss Mei, but I never believed it. So, I asked him to sing for me. So I arranged it here for everyone to be a witness and listen to him with me. How was your singing, okay?" Wang Fei turned into a talkative host today, explaining the cause and effect very clearly.

"Okay-", everyone shouted together.

After the explanation, Wang Fei turned around, hugged Wang Xu, and kissed him on the face before jumping off the stage.

Wang Xu stood on the stage, standing out from the crowd. His height allowed him to look around the audience unscrupulously. Wang Xu didn't recognize most of them, but he also saw a few acquaintances. They were not acquaintances, but acquaintances who had seen photos in previous lives.

Today's guests are all dressed very conservatively. Most of the men are dressed in shirts and trousers, and most of the women are dressed in simple dresses or long skirts or cheongsams. It is obvious that everyone is prepared for the atmosphere of drinking tea here.

But it's not time to go down and get to know people yet. Wang Xu will perform first and then get off the stage to interact with the guests.

Wang Xu wore a robe with water sleeves today. This is not a Peking opera costume in the traditional sense. Because what we are singing today is an excerpt, the characters have different clothes. You can’t just change your clothes every time you sing an excerpt.

Therefore, Wang Xu simply wore an improved version of the gown that was neither male nor female, but looked more like a man than a woman. This dress has a long skirt that touches the floor and fluttering sleeves, like a woman's skirt. But it looks very solemn, the color is elegant and noble, and after wearing it, if you look closely, it looks a bit like a handsome man.

In fact, this thing is not uncommon in later generations. It often appears in many fairy tales. Wang Xu just made some improvements to make it more convenient to wear. The main reason is that with fluttering clothes like this, it is easier to express some actions in Peking Opera, so that people will not feel too dramatic after seeing it.

Wang Xu watched Wang Fei jump off the small stage with a smile, waited for her to sit down, gently raised her hands, and then pressed her hands down to signal everyone to be quiet.

This is the cue for the play to begin. Then, Wang Xu turned around and turned his back to the audience. He lowered his head slightly and raised his hand to slightly cover his face. The body is slightly arched, the legs are slightly bent, and the posture is straight.

In the audience, some knowledgeable people have begun to nod slightly. This is obviously not a stick. Even if it is just a joke, it is still an expert's joke.

"Hey...ah...", a shout, like the first cry of an oriole, startled the whole hall.

"Okay", as soon as the applause came out, Wang Xu knew that there were people in the audience who knew opera, and those who dared to applaud at this time were all experts.

Because ordinary people, when they first hear this challenge and the crisp and bright sound of the word "咿", they will involuntarily inhale along with it. And as soon as the slightly hoarse, infinitely soft word "Yeah" comes out, you can't help but exhale.

Then there was a numbness in the scalp, and the feeling of hair standing on end swept through the whole body. Normal people will be immersed in this feeling for a while. As the saying goes, it is refreshing for a while, and then they will remove the emotion and return to normal.

At this time, you can't scream well no matter what. Only people who often listen to operas and are used to this "yiya" voice can quickly react and shout out involuntarily.

At that time, Mr. Mei relied on this voice to calm the foreigners in the audience who did not understand Peking Opera at all, and made them confused from the beginning to the end. The show was held in San Francisco for three consecutive days. Every venue was packed and even reporters from major newspapers rushed to report on it.

Wang Xu's voice was no less impressive. Everyone in the audience looked at the stage in amazement. Some people couldn't help but touch their arms to smooth down the erected hairs.

Even Wang Fei, who was somewhat mentally prepared, got excited for no reason at the sound of this voice. The feeling of hair on the body exploding was really more refreshing than drinking a bottle of iced drink.

The huqin played and the wooden board rang. Wang Xu's body slowly turned, turning his body without turning his legs. His body seemed to be twisted into a twist. His hands were made like orchids, lightly touching his cheeks, and the other hand was waving lightly as he turned.

The arms are like green onions and the body is as if there are no bones. When the body is twisted, a delicate and charming posture is released. The slightly closed eyes suddenly opened, closed and opened again. The dark eyes glanced at the audience and then left. The eyes were full of emotion.

At this moment, the audience in the audience was in a trance. There was still a tall man on the stage, but he was clearly a charming and beautiful lady, elegant and graceful.

Beautiful, so beautiful that it can't be compared with anything else, so beautiful that it can overwhelm the entire country.

"Okay, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow," before the words were spoken, the lucky numbers were ringing, and there was thunderous applause.

"The ice wheel of the island is first turning..."

After winning the lottery, there were no worries anymore. Wang Xu's subsequent performances were like mercury falling on the ground, like flowers blooming on brocade.

Although there was no makeup, it still brought an incomparable audio-visual feast to the guests, which made the guests satisfied and the theater fans were hooked.

There was no small talk or self-introduction. Just a few excerpts made all the guests present remember this young man who was new to Hong Kong and Wang Fei's boyfriend.

The performance is not long, only about half an hour. After all, it is just a few excerpts. However, his way of performing freely between men and women and performing as he pleased still made the guests eye-opening and said that the trip was worthwhile.

After the performance, Wang Xu faced the audience and bowed to thank him, then turned around and bowed to the Yue team to thank him. From beginning to end, Wang Xu didn't say a word.

All the guests stood up and gave warm applause. They were all acquaintances. No one called for an encore, but the atmosphere was obviously much more lively than at the beginning.

With a smile on her face, Wang Fei jumped onto the stage, threw herself into Wang Xu's arms without restraint, and kissed Wang Xu hard.

Too shameless, this is what Wang Fei thinks. This boyfriend is simply a treasure, the kind that can bring countless surprises whenever you dig it.

Other celebrities hide their love affairs, but Wang Fei doesn't. She wants to tell the world that she is my man.

Wang Fei originally didn't mean to show off her boyfriend everywhere, but this man really makes people want to show off. What should I do?

After the performance, Wang Xu naturally wanted to come down and get to know the guests.

Wang Fei happily took Wang Xu's hand and introduced the guests to Wang Xu table by table.

Huang Jiajun of Beyond was particularly excited. Apparently he had not recovered from the shock of the performance just now.

He is also a rock and roll young man who has basically no interest in traditional things. Being here today is to give Wang Fei face, and they all still like this junior junior sister very much.

But I didn't expect that I would be shocked by a heart shock that was no less than an earthquake.

For the first time, they truly felt the charm of traditional opera. It was not just the slow, stale, noisy singing in their simple impression. Art can actually transcend eras, provided you really do it well. .