stonecrandall Chapter 294
Chapter 294
In a large flat in the city center of Shanghai, Shanghai.
Master of Sichuan Opera, Master of Face Changing in China - Mr. Peng.
Sitting in the mahogany armchair in the study, staring at the tablet.
The tablet was playing the variety show "My Dad is Superman".
Since the last time he met Xiao Yang in kindergarten,
he watched a show of face changing by Xiao Yang.
He started to follow this parent-child variety show every episode.
At this time.
Mr. Peng's son came over and prepared to add boiling water to the teacup next to Mr. Peng.
His eyes glanced at the tablet screen.
"Red Sun Nursing Home in Shanghai..."
"Dad, why do you want to go to a nursing home? You won't go to a nursing home if I'm here."
"You are my dad, just live at home, I will serve you..."
Mr. Wei turned his head and looked at his son.
With the corner of his mouth raised, he closed the folding fan in his hand and gently hit his son's arm.
"I am still able to walk and pick up your child from kindergarten, so you and your wife can go to work with peace of mind."
"When the child grows up and I get older, I am afraid you will be eager for me to go to a nursing home."
Old Wei's son: "Dad, what are you talking about?"
"You raised me when I was young, and I will take care of you when you are old."
"If I send you to a nursing home, will I still be a human being? Will my relatives and friends around me scold me to death?"
Old Wei smiled with relief and said in a happy tone.
"Hahaha..."
"I was just kidding you. I know you are filial."
"But I watched the live broadcast today and changed my view of the nursing home."
"I used to think that the elderly in the nursing home had a miserable life. They had no children to care for them and sat in a dark room every day."
"But after watching the live broadcast all day today, I think it is quite interesting to live in this nursing home."
"Look, the living environment is quite good and the food is good."
"This group of elderly people talk and laugh together, and there are group activities.
You can even form an elderly orchestra, play the piano, dance, and sing together. This life is rich and colorful.
"In a few years, when the children grow up, you are busy with work and no one will talk to me. Maybe I will really go to the nursing home."
"Dad, what are you talking about?"
The son of Mr. Wei frowned, with a helpless expression on his face.
Just when he was about to say something, he heard Mr. Wei pointing at the tablet.
"Hey, don't make noise. "
"Look..."
The son of Mr. Wei looked down and saw a little girl of 6 or 7 years old, wearing a red costume, holding her cape with one hand, and walking onto the stage in a proper and heroic manner.
Mr. Wei pointed at the screen and said to his son.
"Look, this is Xiaoxiao, the daughter of Xiao Yang, whom I often told you about."
"How is it? She has changed her face in a proper manner. "
Wei's son watched a cute little girl change her face into 3 or 4 different masks in a row on the tablet.
The movements were neat and tidy, and there was no flaw at all.
Then,
Xiaoxiao walked off the stage and interacted with the audience.
The last purple mask was pulled off, and a husky expression appeared on his face.
"This, this..."
Wei's son stared at his old father nervously.
This old-fashioned and stubborn Chinese face-changing king.
He thought that when his father saw this funny scene, he would blow his nose and stare, and be furious in the next second.
One second, two seconds, three seconds~
After 3 seconds, Wei was stunned at first.
Then he pointed at the screen and laughed:
"This, this child, is really clever, interesting, interesting..."
Wei's son was shocked.
The father who used to be serious about the Sichuan Opera face-changing art was not angry but so happy when he saw this scene.
It was incredible.
"Dad, aren't you angry? ”
Old Wei: “Angry? Why are you angry?”
Old Wei’s son: “Don’t you think this emoticon package doesn’t respect traditional art?”
Old Wei smiled and said, “Son, your father is not an old stubborn man!”
“I used to think that we should follow tradition and remain unchanged.”
“But recently I met Xiao Yang, and seeing him actively promote our traditional Chinese culture, I slowly figured out a truth.”
“What?!”
“Only dead things remain unchanged.”
“You and your grandson Xiao Xiao Wei are unwilling to learn face-changing with me, don’t you think it’s boring?”
“Then look at this emoticon package, do you think it’s interesting?”
A soft voice suddenly appeared behind the two.
“Interesting!!”
“This mask is so fun! Grandpa, I also want to learn face-changing! "
Wei Lao's grandson stood behind the two of them without knowing when,
watching the live broadcast on the tablet silently.
Seeing Xiaoxiao's expression changeHis eyes lit up and he almost laughed out loud.
Old Wei waved to Little Wei and took him into his arms.
He asked with a smile.
"Are you willing to learn face-changing from me?"
Little Wei nodded: "Yes, I want to learn."
"If I were in kindergarten, I would definitely be cool if I made expressions like the little sister in the video."
Old Wei hugged his big fat grandson and said with a smile.
"Look, my eldest grandson is willing to learn face-changing from me."
"Can I still be angry?"
"We must let the next generation like face-changing first before we can talk about art!! Otherwise, how can we pass it on."
Three generations of grandparents and grandchildren talked and laughed while watching the show.
Soon it was the last show.
A "beauty" dressed as a concubine in ancient costume slowly walked onto the stage accompanied by various traditional Chinese instruments.
The opening shocked the three people in front of the screen.
The singing method of hanging the voice made people's scalp tingle, and the voice was loud and clear.
Unique charm and rhythm, melodious tunes.
It seems to make people travel through time and space, and return to that ancient and elegant era.
Old Wei hurriedly put his precious grandson on the ground.
He took out his old phone from his trouser pocket.
He found the phone number of another old friend and dialed it.
"Hello, old Ding, are you home?"
"Well, you quickly open your tablet or mobile phone,..."
"Yes, yes, yes! Hurry up, there is something for you to see."
Old Ding is a good friend of Old Wei and also a big shot in the Chinese opera circle.
However, unlike Old Wei, he sings Peking Opera.
He followed Old Wei's steps and asked his grandson to help open the tablet,
and found the live broadcast of "My Dad is Superman".
A woman in ancient costume was singing a modern song in a male voice.
"..."
"Jianmen Pass is your deep longing for me,"
"I'm willing to die for true love at Mawei Slope"
The child frowned and asked.
"Grandpa, is this person a man or a woman?!"
"How can she sing with a man's voice when she is so beautiful?"
Old Ding reached out and patted his grandson heavily.
"I have sung Peking Opera for so many years, and you don't even know this?"
When the child was confused.
I heard the person on the stage pause for a moment.
A sharp and high voice lingered in the room.
"Love and hate are in an instant"
"Raise a glass to the moon and love is like the sky"
"..."
The child was shocked.
"Grandpa, his voice is the same as yours when you sing opera!!"