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Yu Feiwan grew up in this theater with his mother Yan Qing.

Tracing back to the roots, almost every girl’s aesthetic enlightenment comes from her mother.

The first time she secretly wore her high heels, the first time she secretly applied lipstick...

This morning, Yu Feiwan had changed into costumes and was sitting in front of the mirror applying light makeup.

The appearance of Tsing Yi is not as heavy as that of Hua Dan. It is usually more simple, focusing on the delicate outline of the eyebrows.

Wen Qi brought the magazine team over and first selected several scenes in the backyard forest.

Pines and cypresses, rockeries, flowers, corridors...

It was a landscape world that belonged to his childhood. Yu Feiwan liked to practice martial arts here the most. When playing hide and seek, he would always hide in the same place.

Wen Qi chose a headdress for her and said with emotion: "I feel like there are so many things that are destined to happen.

Like me, I have loved flipping through my mom’s clothing magazines since I was a child, and I could read them a hundred times over and over again.

Like you, you are destined to learn Peking Opera, become a famous actress in Tsing Yi, and be the young leader of this opera..."

Yu Feiwan looked at his shadow in the mirror.

Yes, if it weren't for her mother, she wouldn't think that the most beautiful person in the world is Qing Yi.

I come from an artistic family, but how can a child understand what art is and what is the precursor and consequence of Liyuan culture?

In her childhood, she only felt that the blue shirt and pink and white clothes made people lose their mind. One cloud hand, one crossed wrist...contains endless charm. The beauty of Qingyi is implicit, ultimate and helpless.

So she chanted, chanted, and beat hard, practicing basic skills hard. No matter how much pain and sweat she suffered, she was not distracted. Only when her father comforted her after being scolded, she would turn her back and quietly wipe away a few tears.

Even in the rebellious period of youth, and later the irreconcilable conflict with the mother, she moved out of the house...

Putting aside the burden of "Xiao Yanqing" and the burden of "successor of the group leader", Yu Feiwan was still full of enthusiasm deep in his heart to face opera purely.

"ok, perfect!"

After finishing the makeup, Yu Feiwan and Wen Qi left the practice room together.

At the end of September, the sky is high and the clouds are clear, and the autumn colors are charming.

Yu Feiwan walked towards her with broken lotus steps, like a fairy emerging from the world in a dream.

"Oh my god, I'm at a loss for words..."

"Like a classical beauty coming out of a painting."

"Who said traditional things are outdated? Look at this style and temperament, it's so stunning."

"Snatch those little dresses, the feeling of being culturally rich is different!"

…

The photographer and several assistants were busy outside. When they saw Yu Feiwan put on his outfit and came out, they all praised him unconsciously.

"The light will be brighter later. I will use a fan and a sword as props. Take one set of each."

Wen Qi helped Yu Feiwan sort out the details of his clothes, and discussed with the photographer: "You don't need to pose too much for the photo. Tsing Yi always looks dignified, and there is nothing new for everyone to see."

You know the kind that moves naturally, captures the charm, and flows smoothly."

"Okay, here at the pavilion, let's try it first." The photographer kept adjusting the camera position.

Yu Feiwan took a sword, stared at it for a moment and danced gently, with each move, the wind blew the fallen leaves, as beautiful as flying flowers and piles of snow.

The staff are standing by preparing.

Just listen to her open her voice, her mouth is light and round, and her tone is pure and fine; the tune is lingering and graceful, like drinking fine wine, it makes people lose their soul and their thoughts are leisurely.

"Look at the king sleeping peacefully in his tent with his clothes on.

I am here to go out of my tent and let go of my sorrows

Move lightly towards the front wilderness and stand still

Looking up suddenly, I saw the clear blue moonlight

…”

Singing and sighing three times is a classic excerpt from the Peking Opera "Farewell My Concubine".

Tsing Yi's singing skills are heavy. Voice, emotion, beauty, water, flowing water, high tone...

Yu Fei's sleeves were dancing in the evening water, his fingertips were peaked, and he sang all the way, completely forgetting himself.

But she didn't know that in the long pavilion in the distance, a camera was pointed at her, and she stopped to admire this beauty in the play.

…

"Click"

"Click"

"Click"

Several consecutive shutter sounds.

Jiang Ye's intuition was sharp and he instantly captured the moment when Yu Feiwan just turned around and looked back——

The light is scattered, the breeze is blowing her hair, her back is swaying, and her orchid fingers are frozen with her soft wrist.

It is truly "Three sighs in the stormy life, and one glance back from heaven and earth."

Jiang Ye put down the camera, showed his face, and smiled at the beautiful woman who also spotted him in the distance and was stunned.

Yu Feiwan's heart trembled.

It took him two seconds to react, then he quickened his pace and trotted over.

Jiang Ye also smiled and walked towards her.

"Why are you here!" Yu Feiwan raised his voice in surprise, raised his head and stared at Jiang Ye steadily.

Jiang Ye didn't answer but asked: "I also want to ask you, why did you meet here."

Both of them found it extremely incredible.

"I'm helping a friend with a magazine shoot." Yu Feiwan glanced behind him, where Wen Qi was looking around to find her.

Yu Feiwan called her best friend, approached the person, and introduced them to each other: "This is my good friend, Wen Qi, the fashion designer; this is Jiang Ye..."

"Oh, I know you. How could I not know about the popular 'superstar' in the music industry." Wen Qi shook his hand and said, "The real person is indeed more handsome than in the video. I'm glad to meet you!"

"Haha, hello." Jiang Ye also greeted, "Don't mention this now."

After saying that, he looked at Yu Feiwan and praised him again: "The outfit you're wearing today is very professional."

Wen Qi put his sister's arm on his arm and replied with a proud look on his face: "Not only is the outfit professional, our family has Fei Wan who has studied with a famous teacher since he was a child, and he is also the head teacher of this Jinghua Garden!"

Da Qing Yi is the name for the female character's appearance in drama. According to tradition, Qing Yi occupies the most important position in the Dan line, so it is also called Zheng Dan.

Yu Feiwan was very shy, and then he realized that Jiang Ye might have heard the part of Yu Ji that he just sang casually...

Her heartbeat suddenly increased. She stopped Wen Qi to prevent her from talking any more. She concealed her panic and asked Jiang Ye, "I haven't said why you are here."

"Oh, I'm here to help too." Jiang Ye shook the camera in his hand, "A few fans are here to compete here today, I'll help take some pictures."

"Fan fan?" Yu Feiwan was a little surprised.

Jiang Ye explained: "Amateur senior citizens' group. A group of uncles and aunts that I met during morning training. They love to listen to operas."

"It's so down-to-earth." Wen Qi covered her mouth and snorted, "Superstar, you have a very wide circle of friends."

As she said this, she glanced at her phone: "Hey, I have to hurry up and take the photo. This photography studio charges based on time, which is 10,000 yuan an hour. Let's make an appointment for dinner later to talk."

"Your performance over there will start soon." Yu Feiwan looked at Jiang Ye, his voice seemed to be full of tenderness.

Jiang Ye nodded: "You guys are busy, I'm going to go there, and I'll contact you when I'm done."

"Superstar, bye~" Wen Qi pulled Yu Feiwan away first.

We met in a hurry, and Poppy felt reluctant to leave. After a few steps, she couldn't help but look back.

Seeing that Jiang Ye was still there, leaning against the railing of the pavilion, he waved and smiled at her.

Yu Feiwan's eyes flashed, his chest felt warm, and he felt inexplicably at ease.

Wen Qi couldn't stand it anymore and complained: "Okay, this step has to be repeated three times, like a little daughter-in-law."

"Don't talk nonsense." Yu Feiwan turned around and was pushed back to the filming team by her best friend.

Seeing that it was almost time, Jiang Ye also walked to the Senior Activity Center.

He has been too busy recently. He goes to morning exercises every day. The opera singers sometimes ask him to help take photos and even give him some theater tickets.

The pace of modern life is getting faster and faster, and few people are willing to sit down and listen to operas. The art of opera is even more declining than cross talk.

Therefore, some theaters try to launch various activities to attract moviegoers and increase activity.

What those acquaintances from the small park participated in today was an amateur competition for Peking Opera enthusiasts, similar in nature to reporting on performances.

It is a fan feedback event jointly organized by major theaters in Beijing, which can be regarded as a kind of interaction with moviegoers.

Friendship comes first, competition does not matter.

For the elderly to socialize, in addition to having someone to play with, they are not alone; for aunts, beautiful photos are just what they need. Having videos and photos that can be posted to Moments to show off is the most proud and happiest thing.

No, the game is over.

A group of fans surrounded Jiang Ye.

"Hey, Xiao Jiang, how did I swing my sleeves just now? Did you take a picture?"

"Xiao Jiang, did I do any close-ups when I came out?"

"Jiang Ye, sir, did you record the video of my high-pitched voice earlier?"

…

Jiang Ye held the camera and patiently looked through each one for everyone.

One of them didn't pay attention, and his hand touched the previous photos taken of Yu Feiwan too quickly...

I was teased by the uncles and aunts for a while.

Jiang Ye grabbed his hair and smiled awkwardly.

Suddenly he remembered that he still had things in his pocket that he wanted to return to Yu Feiwan.

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ps: Qing Yi has no regrets.

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