The Correct Posture For Salted Fish To Turn Over

As soon as Gu Zheng raised his eyebrows, he turned his head to the center position and turned his back to the direction of the smoking gun, and made a simple lift...

When he looked back, time passed by, amazed the old locust tree in the courtyard, and under the locust tree, a big rough man with a stunned expression.

At this time, Gu Zheng, the vignetting under the lights of the night, has long been dragged out, just a little handsome ordinary face, but at this time, it seems to be a gender that has been blurred by the light.

Between gestures, this rough man with no image just now was stuffed with mustard piers. The moment he stood up from the front of the small dining table, he was like a person, in the clouds and mist, and never seen again. Clear.

Standing alone under the lamp, moving his steps gently, waving his sleeves slowly, and turning his face, he smiles without showing his teeth and his sleeves does not show his fingers, just like everyone is pretty.

If it's not a big deal, after Gu Zheng's thin lips lightly opened, and the throat like a Liu Ying came out, there was nothing left in the eyes of the smoker who was still sitting at the small table. Down.

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Tsing Yi is a dream, cares about the years;

Huadan is a wine, which has been established in the years;

It was Hua Dan, and gradually became Tsing Yi.

...

This person, this scene, this song, this love,

Already mixed together, floating in this quiet courtyard, echoing in this impetuous society.

Let the people who passed by this small courtyard a long way, the pace of rushing home, also slowed down by three points, the impetuous, stuffy breath that was suffocated by the illusion of the day, also instantly dissipated.

Imagine that we were once human figures.

Beautiful and cute, cheering,

Young and impetuous, but also full of energy.

Like the poplar blossoms in March, it sprinkled all over the sky and hit people's faces.

A frown and a smile hold people's hearts.

But since when, are the years? Is life? Or is it the shackles in your heart?

Let us complete the transition from Hua Dan to Tsing Yi?

Gradually, he became a dignified and elegant one, with his eyes lowered and his eyebrows lowered, and he sang of firewood, rice, oil, salt and human feelings in a low voice.

Singing and sighing is always about love's big Tsing Yi?

When I look at Hua Dan, I look at the joy of half a lifetime.

We look at Tsing Yi...but we can clearly see the sadness of a lifetime.

When Gu Zheng’s sing fell slowly, I don’t know when, the mouth of the cigarette gun was also closed, just staring blankly at Gu Zheng under the lamp, and his thoughts seemed to follow this pause. The tunes that came down flew away together.

Gu Zheng, who was in a state of adjustment, rolled his eyes, changed the messy frame he had just held, walked straight to the pipe, patted him on the shoulder, and reminded: "Hey, brother, I'm recovering. , Wake up."

"If you delay any more time, it will be midnight, even if someone wants to lend you a costume, there will be no figure."

"Oh oh oh." Gu Zheng interrupted the shocked smoke gun, and he recovered in an instant. At this time, he grabbed Gu Zheng's arm, and his eyes flashed with excitement. Guang Guang said with excitement, "Gu Zheng, our celebration is stable!"

"Don't care about the monsters, the evaluators of the Cultural Affairs Bureau or the investigators of the Urban Construction Planning Bureau, there is only one way to go in front of your brother."

"That is to kneel down and sing to conquer!"

"Sure enough, it is an expert from the folks. Wait, brother, brother, I will lend you clothes. Not only that, that outfit must have a full set, a full set!"

"You wait, brother is going now!"

"Hey hey!" Gu Zheng here only listened for half of the words, and the smoke gun over there rushed out of the small courtyard, jumping and leaping away in smoke.

Just looking at that figure, Gu Zheng had already seen that the smoke gun had already made two difficult big jumps on the road.

Is this crazy?

But what the **** is the investigator of the Cultural Affairs Bureau? Anyhow, explain the words clearly before leaving, right?

Gu Zheng, who couldn't get the answer, didn't plan to struggle anymore.

Anyway, by the celebration tomorrow morning, everything will be clear.

Turning his head, he could only clean up the leftovers by himself and send them to the food box.

The box from the Peking Restaurant was to be sent back by Gu Zheng at the end, and there was nothing left to do the aftermath.

Gu Zheng willingly opened his eyes and it was the moment when the sun was bright.

Before he could even do the daily morning jogs, he was dragged into the backcourt of Lianhua Terrace in the innermost part of the commercial street by the smoke gun.

Among them, there is a set of costumes hung with professional clothes hangers, standing in front of the last row of makeup mirrors, which is particularly conspicuous.

And Gu Zheng, who saw this costume, raised his eyebrows at the smoking gun that he came over with interest, and asked: "Brother smoking gun, you really trust me. You also look for a costume like this. single."

"Do you know that this kind of costume can only be used in the role of Yu Ji in the excerpt of "The Overlord".

"It's not like other Tsing Yi Hua Dan, who can make do with each other can deal with each other, you are really not afraid that I will not know this song?"

But who came to think that the smoke gun on the side was confidently returning: "If you want to talk back, you can sing such a moving character that I rarely hear. Isn't this bad Farewell Concubine in the street caught in your hand?"

Hearing this, Gu Zheng, who covered his face, felt chest tightness and shortness of breath.

This Farewell My Concubine, originally produced in 1922, was actually customized for Master Mei Lanfang. In the process of non-stop interpretation, it was divided into two genres.

However, the Yuji clothing, whose logo is too obvious, is a classic that has not changed over the years.

By now, I can only pray that all the neighbors who came to attend the ceremony this time were familiar people from the neighbourhood.

If it is true, then I really have to show some abilities to look after the house.

I don't know the ability of this self-contained Master Gu. He doesn't practice regularly during the day, so don't be unfamiliar.

Recognizing his fate, Gu Zheng sat upright in front of the makeup mirror. When he held the eyebrow pencil in his hand, a familiar feeling flowed from his fingers to his heart.

The deep-rooted soul belonging to opera people seems to be awakened by this small pen.

Let Gu Zheng, who was in front of the mirror dressing up,... settled.

The makeup of opera is so magical.

The wheatish skin color changes its color because of the occlusion of the rice-like white powder.

The over-resolute eyebrows have also been gentle for years.

Those bright eyes turned into Gu Pan's posture, although it is not as good as the stunning effect produced by the delicate five senses... But under Gu Zheng's brilliant pen and flowers, it also adds a bit of charm, plus The transformation of walking and stature.

If it were from a few meters away from the stage, looking from a distance, a pretty pretty lady was slowly appearing.

Never see the true colors of a half man again.

Here Gu Zheng drew and witnessed the whole process, but he blinked his eyes desperately.

There were only two words left in his mouth, and he was repeatedly yelling: "I'm going! I'm going!"

It seemed that if he didn't do this, he couldn't hide his surprise at this time.

Seeing the reaction of the smoking gun, Gu Zheng, who painted his makeup, made follow-up actions that made him even more stunning. This man who knew each other skillfully attached the spikelets on Yu Ji’s forehead. The large knots of temples are pasted into the shape of the moon gate.

After he put the sparkling rhinestone dot Cui Ruyi crown on his head, the smoker just wanted to sit on the side and rest while holding his chest.

His legs are soft and his heart is beating fiercely.

The bead curtains on the Ruyi crown that only Yu Ji could wear were hanging. As Gu Zheng looked at the makeup left and right, they also shook with ding ding dong dong.

With a bit of heroism, it's different from the sassy state of ordinary women.

After seeing the symmetrical makeup on the corners of his eyes and even the headdress on his forehead, Gu Zheng stood up in front of the mirror and began to peel off the costumes from the clothes rack layer by layer. Piece by piece, I wore it on my body.

Costume clothes, fish-scale armor and haute couture cloaks can be worn like this, and there is only one of the costumes in Peking Opera.

This character named Huashan combines the characteristics of Huadan, Tsing Yi, Daomadan and other characters. It requires proficiency in singing and making proofs, and it is not a comprehensive exercise that ordinary people can do~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This ancient costume inlaid with rivets symbolizing military commanders, in order to reflect Yu Ji's fortitude, the waistline of the beautiful costume is also made to the extreme.

Borrowing such a gorgeous costume embroidered with peonies and dragons and phoenixes would definitely waste a lot of work on the pipes, right?

Thinking of Gu Zheng here, he didn't mind that the other party borrowed clothes indiscriminately without discussing it with him.

Instead, he asked in a good voice, "Brother Smoker, your clothes are too professional and gorgeous, right?"

"This is definitely a costume that is only used for normal repertoire."

"Where did you borrow this from?"

On the side of the pipe that was suddenly questioned by Gu Zheng, it was only then that he reacted, and he was a little bit self-satisfied when he said about his achievements.

"Aren't we in the Capital Academy of Chinese Opera very convenient?"

"You also know the old man in my family. He is a long-time fancier. There are few movie fans in the Forty-Nine City who don't know him."

"Then when I was holding the horns, the whole city was chaotically, and I met a lot of folk art masters and teachers."

"No, there are several grandpas and uncles in it, all of whom are professors and teachers in the Chinese Traditional Opera Academy."

"I'm thinking about borrowing clothes. Wouldn't it be too cheap to get a few of the students' usual practice clothes?"

"So I went to the old man, took a few of everyone's possessions, and gave you a long face."

After hearing this, Gu Zheng, who was just about to put the lake-blue rimmed cloak on himself, shook his hand, and then said: "No, I am wearing this costume. Come out, you said it was the clothes of these masters, why don't I believe it so much?"

After all, most of them are women now to interpret the image of Yu Ji, and many masters of the Cheng and Mei schools have begun to accept female disciples.