This Star Wants To Retire

Tong Qinglin, a contemporary opera master, is over eighty years old.

Luo Mo was his closed disciple, and some of Luo Mo's brothers and sisters were older than his father.

Over the years, Mr. Tong has only focused on one thing.

That is to promote opera culture.

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

The reason why Luo Mo agreed to the invitation of the program group and became a staff member of the program group was because there might be an opportunity to promote opera.

At this moment, Ning Dan looked at Luo Mo and said, "I contacted Mr. Tong because I thought you could have a video call with him tonight."

Hearing this, Luo Mo understood Ningdan's intentions.

This is giving gold to "Creating Idol".

Artists of the older generation with extraordinary status.

In this world, the older generation of artists is highly respected.

If Tong Qinglin is willing to appear in the show, then the style of the video call will be different immediately!

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

For such an old artist, even an existence of Ning Dan's level would not dare to be sloppy.

Therefore, she had to contact Tong Qinglin first and ask for his opinion. If he didn't want to show up, the program team didn't even dare to ask Luo Mo to play a video to test the waters.

In fact, Luo Mo temporarily played a video at the recording site, and the old man would probably pick it up.

"What did Master say?" Luo Mo asked.

"Mr. Tong Lao agreed." Ning Dan said.

"Agreed?" Luo Mo was very surprised.

Ning Dan pursed his plump lips, and said: "My original plan was that if Mr. Tong refused, then show him your opera singing at the end of "Big Fish", maybe he will change his mind."

"But I didn't expect that he readily agreed." Ningdan said.

She looked at Luo Mo in a daze, and said, "It can be seen that Mr. Tong has high expectations for you."

Luo Mo listened, speechless for a long time.

His memory began to churn, and he returned to that rainy night.

Luo Mo's father was named Luo Shan, and he had run a small theater troupe in the early years. Singing operas in villages and cities to earn money.

Many young people may still have the impression that there were quite a lot of performances by such troupes when they were young, but it is more difficult to see them now.

At that time, he could still make some money, but it became more and more difficult later on, so Luo Shan changed his career and opened a small restaurant, and the business was pretty good.

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

He has good talent, at least much better than Dad.

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

It seems that the thing that Dad is most proud of in his life is being accepted as a registered student by this famous opera master.

During the summer vacation when Luo Mo was seven years old, he was dragged by his father to work as a temporary worker and performed on stage.

Halfway through singing, it began to rain heavily.

The pouring rain fell from the sky, and all the young and old who watched the theater dispersed.

Only a thin old man and a middle-aged man stood on the opposite floor of the stage, overlooking the stage through the wind and rain.

Tong Qinglin came here by himself, without saying hello to Luo Shan.

There was no one in the audience, and Luo Mo, who was only seven years old, sang and sang with his immature opera accent on the stage.

There is no slack in the slightest, and there is no coping at all.

When he stepped down, he met a thin old man.

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

The thin old man looked at Luo Mo and asked, "It rained so much just now, there was no audience in the audience. Those partners in the troupe are all doing foreign work. You are a child, why insist on finishing singing seriously?"

Luo Mo, who was only seven years old, didn't understand it very well. He just replied, "I like it."

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

After saying this, the old man nodded slightly, but didn't say much.

The little boy Luo Mo looked at the old man and added a few words.

It was these few words that won him the favor of the old man.

"And...and I know the rules! I know the rules!" Luo Mo raised his head with a high-spirited expression.

"Oh? What rules?" Tong Qinglin asked clearly.

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

"The old ancestors have rules, the singers have to finish singing when they open their voices, no matter whether there is anyone listening!"

The play has begun, and all directions are open to listen. One side is human, three sides are ghosts, and four sides are gods.

Once you open your voice, you must finish singing, regardless of whether there are people in the audience, because ordinary people don't listen, it doesn't mean that the old people don't listen.

If the audience doesn't listen, it doesn't mean that the gods don't listen.

This is the rule.

The rules left by the ancestors.

………

………

There is indeed a part of superstition mixed in with the saying of singing from all directions.

But the core of it is actually about professional ethics and professionalism.

This is what his father taught him, and he remembered it in his heart.

Because the old man said that grandma likes to watch operas very much, little Luo Mo thought that if he was on stage, grandma in the sky would definitely watch and listen.

After a few days of contact, Tong Qinglin, who had no plans to accept a disciple for a long time, made an exception and accepted Luo Mo as a disciple.

According to Mr. Tong, the current society is more impetuous than before.

Not to mention adults, even a baby, it is difficult to calm down and do things.

TV series, cartoons, games....

Which is not more interesting than singing?

What's more, opera has long since declined.

If it was in the past, a generation of opera masters made an exception to accept apprentices, what an exciting thing it would be.

However, just before Tong Qinglin wanted to accept Luo Mo as his apprentice, he didn't care whether the little baby could understand or not, and told him earnestly, and also told Luo Mo's father, Luo Shan, to think carefully.

These days, even his disciples may not be able to succeed.

"If you worship me as your teacher, I will teach you well and be strict with you."

"You will spend a lot of effort, energy and time on opera."

"However, it may not be possible to stand out."

For a dignified and famous master, saying such words is somewhat bitter.

Mr. Tong is more open-minded. These days, even if he studies hard and studies hard, he may not be able to get ahead and live a good life in the end. Not to mention learning operas that have declined since childhood.

He understands why no one learns to sing now, and understands why this is the case.

The older generation of artists, or the older generation of craftsmen, knows that times have changed.

But somewhat helpless.

Tong Qinglin is at least a person of status, but what is the situation of many ordinary old people?

In the past, others asked for apprenticeship, but now they are afraid of delaying them.

The end result was that Luo Mo became Tong Qinglin's closed disciple as a teacher.

At this moment, Luo Mo chatted with Director Ning Dan for a few more words before leaving the conference room.

On the way back, he was still a little absent-minded.

You must know that he is the fusion of two souls, not the seizing up that often appears in fairy tales and fantasy novels.

His respect for his master cannot be overstated.

Even Luo Mo on Earth has great respect for these old artists.

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

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

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

The old man, who hardly drank alcohol on weekdays, had a rare drink.

After the spirit of wine came up, Luo Mo still remembered what the old man said.

He looked around at Luo Mo's senior brothers and sisters who were not young, and said, "You all have been on the last train of the prosperous era of opera, and you have all been [actors], and you have at least once relied on the popularity of opera. .”

"Years of hard work have paid off."

"That era was so beautiful."

"What a sight."

"Only Xiao Luo, only Xiao Luo, alas." The old man sighed.

The so-called [Jiaoer] means the star in the industry, the big star in the industry.

Taking advantage of the strength of the wine, Old Master Tong looked at Luo Mo's seniors and seniors, and said, "If there is any opportunity in the future, I will give priority to Xiao Luo. You seniors, don't be jealous and angry."

Everyone laughed and the atmosphere was harmonious, all of which indicated that Master was looking down on everyone.

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

Tong Qinglin called Luo Mo to his side, patted him on the shoulder lightly, and said with drunken eyes:

"Master wants you to stand on the big stage and sing."

"Master wants to see you as a role."