I just want to copy books quietly

Of course, Mrs. He knew that his words had something to say, so she waited for him to finish with a smile.

Du Caige naturally wanted to take the opportunity to raise conditions, so he said slowly: "Of course, if someone is by my side and often records my thoughts, it may speed up the creation of this excerpt. It is best that this person understands Kunqu opera, and Can sing well too, so that helps me experiment and adjust to find the best sound and music”

"Understood." Mrs. He stretched out her hand and rubbed Xu Qingya's little head, "Xiaoqing, from now on, you will follow Brother Du when you are not in class, and help him record the Palace of Longevity."

Before Xu Qingya opened her mouth, Du Caige waved her hand first: "How embarrassing is this, Aunt He, Xiao Xu is your beloved apprentice, who will inherit your mantle, you must keep her by your side to teach her skills."

He is advancing with retreat, and he is not afraid that Mrs. He will not let go.

"It's okay, I'm still strong, I'll teach her slowly in a few years, the most important thing now is to create the Palace of Longevity," Mrs. He said with a hearty smile, "Is one person enough? If not, I can call A few apprentices and grandchildren are here. They are all great beauties! There are also handsome young students, it depends on your taste."

He said and winked his eyes mischievously.

Women, whether they are 8 years old or 80 years old, will have the urge to look cute from time to time.

"That's okay? We can't delay everyone's business, as long as Xiao Xu follows me." Du Caige accepted it as soon as he saw it.

"Did you hear that?" Mrs. He said to Xu Qingya, "I've been following you, Brother Du, for a while."

"Got it!" Xu Qingya looked downcast.

Of course Du Caige could see the smile on her lips.

She lowered her head and said to Du Caige aggrievedly: "Uncle, your plot has succeeded, and I will be yours from now on!"

Even though Du Caige's concentration was extraordinary, his heartbeat accelerated half a beat because of this ambiguous sentence.

Mrs. He slapped her lightly angrily, reluctant to slap her hard. "You girl, how do you talk? What kind of conspiracy or not, no big or small."

Xu Qingya pouted, but her little hand made a "v" covertly to Du Caige.

Du Caige said with a smile: "Well, I just happen to be free. Today I will go back and write out the lyrics and melody of the first two episodes. Tomorrow I will bring Xiao Xu, and I will trouble Aunt He to find some Kunqu opera performers. Let's write the first two episodes. Design the action."

He is reciprocating, giving the old lady a little bit of sweetness.

Mrs. He slapped her thigh happily: "That's great, no problem, I'll arrange it. Xiao Du, you are a man who can accomplish things, act swiftly and resolutely, and you will definitely become an international director in the future!"

Look at the level of people's speech.

Being a master is not without reason.

"But I don't know Gongchi notation, so I can only use simplified notation to write the music first. Aunt He, I have to trouble you to find a teacher who can translate simplified notation into Gongchi notation."

"It's just a small matter. Don't worry, Xiao Du. You can create with peace of mind. Aunt He will take care of the logistical problems to ensure that you have nothing to worry about."

The next day, Du Caige came to the agreed place, the usual practice room of the Kunqu Opera Troupe of the Magic City, with the first biography and the second promise of the Palace of Eternal Life that he had written.

He Tiantian is the instructor and honorary head of the Magic City Kunqu Opera Troupe. It is a piece of cake to borrow a practice room and a few people.

"Good! Well written!" After watching the two dramas brought by Du Caige, Mrs. He applauded with great enthusiasm.

She looked at Du Caige with admiration: "I don't know how to describe your calligraphy skills and Kunqu opera skills. Just look at the first two works, and you know that it will be a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation!"

Du Caige was a little modest: "Let's work hard to write it first, and write it later. As for whether it is a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, let future generations evaluate it."

Mrs. He glanced at him approvingly, looked down at the manuscript again, nodded and said, "The biography is very clear."

Biography is a common practice in the writing of legends in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. It is usually placed first, and two lyrics and music are used to reveal the creative intention and plot outline.

The biography of the Palace of Eternal Life is also two poems: one is Manjianghong, which explains the creative intention, and the other is Qinyuanchunlai, which introduces the plot.

After reading the song Qinyuanchun, Mrs. He already knew what kind of story Du Caige wrote about the Palace of Eternal Life.

Watching the show of Affection again, even though it is the second time I watched it, I still feel amazing.

"Youth is good, so why not have fun. May this life be gentle forever, and Baiyun does not envy Xianxiang to write well, well written!"

She waved for a few people and introduced them to Du Caige, who turned out to be her disciples and grandchildren.

Mrs. He ordered them to obey the command and assist Du Caige to arrange the movements and footwork.

He also called two musicians and gave them the numbered notation written by Du Caige, and asked them to compile it into Gongchi notation for preservation.

At the same time let them practice these pieces.

He also copied a few copies of the words of love and gave them to these disciples and grandchildren, including Xu Qingya, to let them get acquainted with each other and try to get together today.

Du Caige has seen the entire Hall of Eternal Life, although it is a 10-hour condensed version.

There are 50 performances in the Palace of Eternal Life. If the full-length performance is performed, it will take at least [-] hours.

How can modern people have so much time to patiently spend more than twenty hours watching a play?

Therefore, in order to preserve the classics and keep the kindling, it is imperative to streamline these classics.

Be it the youth version of Peony Pavilion or the Palace of Eternal Life, the streamlined Peony Pavilion has lost a lot of ancient charm, but it is more suitable for the modern fast-paced society and has attracted some young fans. It is hard to tell the gains and losses.

According to his own memory, Du Caige directed these apprentices and grandchildren of Mrs. He to choreograph the movements. Mrs. He watched from the side with a smile all the time, and went to rest for a while at noon.

In the afternoon, she came to watch the rehearsal again. Although she looked a bit out of spirit, everyone could feel her enthusiasm.

Encouraged by Mrs. He, everyone's progress was very fast, and in the evening, they finally got together again.

I heard an apprentice who played the role of Tang Minghuang sing: "Looking lightly at the side, the shadows on the temples and the light of the clothes reveal a thousand shapes. This evening is happy, the wind is clear and the moon is bright, laughing at him in the dark dream of the Tang Dynasty."

Xu Qingya continued: "I am lucky to be able to serve the king from now on after the banquet. The Yao rank is small, the spring is full of heavenly language, the fragrance is lingering on the fairy rod, and the jade dew is cold on the clothes. I am still staring at the mandarin ducks in the palace of heavy gold."

The old lady lowered her head, and there were some crystals in her eyes.

A lifelong long-cherished wish, at this time finally sees the hope of fulfillment.

Chapter 328 I Eat Him To Death

When dusk fell, the slanting wind blew up the drizzle, and the sky was hazy.

There are a lot of laurel near the residence of the Kunqu Opera Troupe in Shanghai. At this time, some of them have been scattered with the wind and rain, and the ground is golden.

The cold fragrance comes to the nostrils, quiet and timeless.

Standing at the gate, Du Caige didn't open an umbrella. Mrs. He held his hand with both hands, a little excited: "I hope you can do what you want to do and realize your dreams. But if you are free, you can also Come back and have a look, write a few more, finish this great book earlier, and help me realize my dream, okay?"

How could Du Caige say "no"?

He smiled and gave Mrs. He a hug: "Aunt He, I have a good idea about this matter. It has a high priority and I will never forget it."

"That's good, that's good." Mrs. He felt lost.

It's not that I'm really disappointed, but I really want to see more exciting scenes behind the Hall of Eternal Life.

Just like "Three hates in life, the first is the prickly shad, the second is the unscented crabapple, and the third is the unfinished dream of the Red Chamber."

In fact, to put it bluntly, it is hypocrisy.

But whether it is a person, a painter or an actor, they all have to be so hypocritical.

Without this hypocrisy, no real art can be created.

Not hypocritical, can make money.

Do what you want to make money, just like writing on the Internet, you can write whatever routine can make money.

Readers like to watch Jiangzhi?Then write Jiangzhi.Readers like to read the first full collection?Then write all the first and all receipts.Readers like to watch pretending to beep?Then write pretend to slap your face.Readers like to watch Son-in-law God of War?Then write the son-in-law God of War.

These things are naturally readable.It is easy to see the intracranial elevation.

But can it produce art?Can't get out.

Hypocritical, like Cheng Dieyi, hypocritical or not?

There are also people like Van Gogh and San Mao, they are all hypocritical and crazy, and only in this way can they achieve artistic transcendence and perfection.

Du Caige is very clear that he is also hypocritical, but not to the extent of Mrs. He.

Generally speaking, his directorial career is still commercialized.

The three films filmed on Earth in the last life were all very commercial films.

How to make money without commercialization?

If you can't make money, why should others invest money in making movies for him?

This is a compromise he made to the morals of the world.

But when he doesn't have to worry about money anymore, he will definitely be really hypocritical for the pursuit of art.

Maybe it will be as willful as Nolan filmed Creed.

The Boeing 747 is blown up for you to see, whether you understand it or not, whether you are high or not, anyway, I will be high first.

After bidding farewell to Mrs. He, Du Caige turned around and was about to leave, but saw Xu Qingya who had been holding an umbrella for Mrs. He before, handing over the umbrella to someone else and chasing after her.

"What are you doing?"

"I'll go with you." Xu Qingya said confidently.

Du Caige was taken aback. "Why are you walking with me?"

"Master has already handed me over to you, and I am yours." Xu Qingya smiled slyly, how could she still have the temperament of a high mountain flower when they first met?

She looks just like a little fox.

Cunning, charming.

Also full of life.

"Since you are mine, what do you do if I ask you to do it?" Du Caige laughed.

"Of course! I'm good."

"Okay, I'll try." Du Caige nodded, "First you jump frog three times around here, and bark like a dog while jumping."

"That's it? Uncle! You're not pursuing too much!" Xu Qingya was so angry that her cheeks puffed up.

Du Caige waved goodbye, turned around and left.

"Uncle, don't you want me to make you tea in a maid outfit?"

Du Caige didn't look back, but just waved his hands vigorously behind him.

"Hmph. Don't wait for the time! Uncle, don't regret it!"

Mrs. He turned her head and asked her other disciple in a low voice: "What does it mean to wear a maid outfit?"

The disciple was in his 40s, and said with a smile, "Anyway, it's something for young people, a little fun."

Mrs. He nodded thoughtfully, "Oh? E Xiaoqing is quite naive and romantic."

That disciple didn't know why the master said this suddenly, and couldn't figure it out, so he could only respond: "Yes, my junior sister has always been like this, and we all like her innocence and romance."

Mrs. He motioned her disciples and grandchildren to leave, and waved to Xu Qingya.

Xu Qingya immediately ran over, as light and nimble as a deer.

"Master!"

Mrs. He reached out and touched her cheek lovingly, "Did Master usually control you too strictly?"

Xu Qingya stuck out her tongue: "No, it's actually not bad."

"Your parents are also very strict with you."

"kindness."

"It may be that our thinking is too old-fashioned. We always feel that we should strictly control girls, because girls are too easy to suffer in society. Instead of waiting for others to hurt you, why don't we first control you a little bit and put an end to others possible harm to you."

"But your nature is very innocent and lively. In fact, we have been suppressing your nature."

Xu Qingya tilted her head and looked at Master, puzzled. "Master, what are you talking about?"

"It's nothing, just talk casually. Do you want me to ignore you in the future? You are free? That's impossible! I still have a breath, so I have to control you!" Mrs. He smiled happily, showing her dentures.

Xu Qingya blinked, "Then you can continue to take care of me, you don't take care of me anymore, I'm not used to it yet."

"I told you to follow Xiao Du, but I didn't say I told you to go to someone else's house."

Xu Qingya coquettishly said: "I know, I was just joking with uncle."

"I also know that you are joking, but," after a pause, Mrs. He said, "you met such a person at the most beautiful age, the age when you first fell in love, and I don't know whether it is good or bad."

"He's too talented. In the words of you young people, he has such a good looks. And he has a likable personality. How can people not like him for such a person? But you shouldn't like him."

"If you have been in a few relationships, know yourself, know men to a certain extent, know how to get along with others, know how to grasp and manage a relationship, then I will feel relieved when I meet him again. "

Mrs. He sighed, "I don't feel at ease when you meet him now."

There was a little blush on Xu Qingya's fair face, but her expression was not shy, but generous, with a sly smile: "Master, you think too much. Uncle is too old, so I won't be with you." He's talking about feelings! Actually, I really yearn for sibling love, Shigong was younger than you, Master, so I want to find someone younger than me."