Misunderstanding, I Really Didn't Show Love to My Teacher

Chapter 348



Chapter 348

Chapter 348 The name of Xia Zong is like thunder!

I got in by myself and went all the way to Goulan.

About half an hour later, the sedan chair stopped in front of Golan Baihuafang.

In the disaster in Zhongzhou City, Baihuafang did not suffer any damage. Because it was far away from the academy, and the witches were hammered by Wutong as soon as they appeared, this area was intact.

Mo Yan lightly entered from the side and followed the gravel road all the way to the backyard, where there was a row of black tiled “Five-Forty-Seven” earthen-walled huts. At the moment, a group of people were in the open space in front of the hut.

“Brother Mo is here.

“Brother Mo, is this kind of performance really feasible?”

Several former novelist disciples who had been trained by Chen Chang’an surrounded them. They had books in their hands and asked with a very helpless expression.

Mo Yan lightly pressed his hand and signaled everyone not to be anxious. He looked at the rest of the opera class. These people, old and young, were all members of the previous opera class. He didn’t spend a lot of money to get it off.

I thought that Chen Chang’an was going to perform a Chinese opera, but people threw over some scripts that they could not understand at all.

There is no drama in Dialogue, and it is required to speak the Han dialect popular in academies, and it needs to speak clearly and expressly in a straightforward manner. This has caused a group of old artists to collapse. What kind of drama is this? How can it be possible to learn.

Reluctantly, Mo Yan started the emergency training lightly. The problem is here. Everyone doesn’t know the standard of the script, so he can’t express the straightforwardness that Chen Chang’an requires.

As a result, Mo Yan was unlucky. He was the only one who had been trained by Chen Chang’an himself. Only he knew what tricks that the courtyard played primarily, so he had been guiding endlessly for seven days and nights. There will be noisy here after leaving for a while.

“It’s all quiet, as I said.

Mo Yan lightly sighed and yelled with a sigh: “The role is in place. Today, in the third performance of Feixue Mountain Villa, Wu informed his enemies that he must express his emotions. Did you hear it?”

Everyone started to take their positions, and eight disciples of novelists stood behind Mo Yanqing and studied.

This new opera is very strange. Although it lacks the charm, it has a strong appeal, but the requirements for the actors are also very high. For example, the star of Wutong is a strong man with a height of close to two meters and bulging muscles. He has a sturdy temperament, he used to be a martial artist, and he specializes in that kind of majestic role.

Now he has only simple makeup on his face, wearing a specially prepared cloth, exactly the same as Wu Tong Guxian wore that day, standing in the middle of the yard, and talking according to the lines spoken by the script.

“The opera of the headmaster is really weird.”

“I don’t know whether the people can accept it.

“There is no way out from the left or right. The head of the hospital can revive the novelist. Nowadays, the outside novelist is so famous, he punched the ancient witch giant to death. The name of the knight sect is like a thunderous. If we old things don’t work hard, we really won’t have a chance. NS

The oldest novelist disciple of the eight sighed and said: “This time, the director of the academy let us learn and organize, but it is also for the sake of our novelist disciples. The title of scholar is not worth mentioning.”

The other seven people were silent after listening, but Mo Yanqing, who stood in front, turned a deaf ear. He has now devoted himself to the career of directing.

Naturally, the word director is still taught by Chen Chang’an, who guides the performance and formulates the way of performance.


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