My live broadcast sucks. If I make enough 200 yuan, I will stop broadcasting!

Pei Yanzhi is the "corner" of this theater, on the square inch stage, I saw him with soft sleeves and graceful tone, and in the applause of the crowd, he played Li Xiangjun who dared to love and hate, and did not hesitate to stain the peach blossoms with blood. "

"However, the family and the country are broken, the mountains and rivers are scattered, who can be spared. "

Soon, the war stretched here, the Japanese surrounded the county, and came to the theater to ask for a separate performance for them, in order to comfort all the Japanese soldiers, and named Pei Yanzhi to appear, if he dared to refuse, he burned the entire theater and even the county, and everyone could not escape death. "

Pei Yanzhi smiled, did not refuse, turned around and sat in front of the dressing table, and drew his eyebrows. It was night, and there was silence in the small county, reflecting the bright lights in the theater, and the Japanese were sitting under the stage, drinking wine and eating meat, talking and laughing freely. The gongs and drums sounded, the curtain opened, and the show began. "

"What he sang on stage was that he didn't know what to do, and he went deep. Sitting in the audience are jackals, tigers and leopards, and evil ghosts are in charge. With the eagerness of the drums, the singing became more and more sad and angry, and the jackals in the audience seemed to be stunned

Until the enemy found out that the fire had already spread, and they tried to escape only to find that the door had already been tightly blocked, and the entire theater was splashed with oil before they knew it. "

The drama on the stage is still singing, and it is singing: "I once saw the warbler crying in the Jinling Jade Palace, and the flowers of the Qinhuai Water Pavilion bloomed early, who knew that it would be easy to freeze." Seeing him raise the Zhu Tower, seeing him feasting guests, seeing his building collapse. This moss and green tile pile, I once slept and slept well, and I saw the rise and fall of fifty years to ......."

"The building collapsed, but the play is not over. "

The story Jiang Feng told was not long.

But with Jiang Feng's voice slowly speaking, the audience in the entire live broadcast room had already entered the play.

They seem to have seen the drama of desperate and repaying their family and country with their bodies.

"Is this really a fictional story? How do I feel like the real thing? "

"yes, this story alone has already made my eyes red. "

"It is precisely because of the sacrifices of these predecessors that we have peace and peace today. "

In front of their family and country, they are also willing to pay and sacrifice themselves. "

"Tears, this is the spirit of our ancestors, even if it was the most ninth-rate drama at that time, they were willing to sacrifice their lives for their family and country. "

Jiang Feng's story directly made netizens in the live broadcast room talk about it.

They thought that Jiang Feng would tell a story of love, love.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Feng actually told the story of a drama who sacrificed his life for his family and country.

This also had to make them sigh that Jiang Feng's pattern was bigger.

"It's a tearful story, no, he's not even a story, he's 'history'. "

"It's a 'history' worth remembering. "

After hearing this story, Sister Zhou also sighed slowly.

I have to say that Sister Zhou's three views are still quite positive.

In this kind of family and country feelings, there is no ridicule, but a very serious face.

After all, isn't the current anchor the same as the previous drama?

It's just that it used to be performed in reality, but now it's performed online.

Thinking about it from another perspective, if she was in Pei Yanzhi's position, would she do that?

She didn't know that, after all, the current society was already a peaceful society that her ancestors had exchanged.

...

Imperial Capital Academy of Opera.

"Brother Feng's pattern is big, I didn't expect to tell a story about our opera ancestors who sacrificed their lives for the country. "

"I'm looking forward to Brother Feng's ancient opera songs more and more. "

Ah Long clenched his fists and shouted with some excitement.

At this time, his address to Jiang Feng changed from Jiang Feng to Brother Feng, obviously, he had recognized Jiang Feng in his heart.

"Be quiet, I'll sleep. "

Brother Tiger reminded on the side.

"Okay, okay, Brother Tiger. "

Ah Long also realized that he was a little out of shape, and hurriedly apologized.

However, his face was still filled with excitement and joy.

......

And just when everyone was still immersed in the story Jiang Feng told.

Jiang Feng played the guitar and slowly spoke.

"An ancient opera song "Red Ling", for everyone. "

"As soon as the play folds, the water sleeves rise and fall. "

"Singing joys and sorrows, singing clutches, nothing to do with me...."

The fan opened and closed, and the gongs and drums sounded silently. "

"Love in the play, people outside the play, who says it?".

As soon as Jiang Feng opened his mouth, he portrayed the image of an actor dancing on the stage with his sleeves dancing and singing in his mouth.

To put it simply, everyone has this picture in their hearts.

It was a whitewashed attic, full of officials, outsiders from the city, and pawn vendors.

There are also warlords who sit in the front row.

But more than that, it's a little devil in a neat uniform.

They invaded the country, but they also defiled the culture of the country.

watched the actors on the stage sing and dance hard.

They sat on their chairs and gently patted the hands that had killed countless innocent people.

Even though they were covered with gloves, they couldn't hide the foul-smelling filth.