Zhou Xingzheng and Liu Shengan were communicating with the sketches, and they were not clear about the storms outside. Others were also doing their own things. No one looked at their phones, so they didn't know that the outside was causing a lot of controversy because of their sketches.

Even if they know, no one will care. After all, they are preparing for the sketch, and King Liu is here, so what else is there to worry about?

As soon as the sketch is announced, the more miserable they scold now, the more embarrassing they will be in the future, and all their mouths will be blocked.

"I remember you made a Peking Opera movie before, and you have practiced Peking Opera hard for a while for that movie, right?" Zhou Xing asked.

Liu Shengan nodded: "Well, I've taken it. That was the first time I personally came into contact with ancient Chinese art. I felt it was so charming, because I fell in love with these in that shooting. Later, I also specialized in some related knowledge, not only drama, but also Chinese painting, etc.."

As he said that, Liu Shengan sighed: "It is because I know more that I feel sad about the loss of these ancient arts, but there is no way to do so. Many masters are old and some have passed away, but they cannot find someone to pass on. Gradually, the loss of art will increase."

Zhou Xing also empathized with it: "Yes, those arts are treasures of our China, but they should not be offered to us descendants and placed in museums for future generations to visit. The best memory is to pass on it."

Liu Shengan looked at Zhou Xing with praise: "The best memory is to pass on the inheritance. This is really good."

Zhou Xing smiled: "In fact, inheritance can be found. The ancients said that there are top scholars in every industry. Why? Because every industry can find profit points. We talk about inheritance. We cannot force future generations to do it just because it is a good thing. If this is the case, without such an industry and audience, they may be starved to death. What else can we talk about inheritance?"

Liu Shengan naturally understood this truth, nodded, and said, "Yes, I also realized this problem. Art is not high-ranking and needs to be liked by the public. Only in this way can these arts have a market and with a market, some people are willing to pass on it."

As he said that, Liu Shengan sighed: "But it is easy to say, but it is not that simple to do. Just like when I came into contact with paper cutting a few years ago, I thought it was too incredible. A small piece of paper, after folding, a pair of scissors flew up and down. It won't take long to unfold, and after it is unfolded, it looks like a magic trick, and a lifelike picture appears."

Speaking of this, Liu Shengan's eyes dimmed and sighed: "But later I learned that the folk paper-cutting market is getting smaller and smaller, one is the cost and the other is the price, which has caused paper-cutting artists to lose space for survival. Instead, they have made those fake paper-cutting printed and machine-cutted paper-cutting rampant on the market. For this, I raised money to make a movie myself to realize the artistic beauty of paper-cutting, and also taught everyone how to distinguish machine paper-cutting and craft paper-cutting. Although it has effects, it still has not improved much."

Hearing this, Zhou Xing couldn't help but feel respectful. Being able to raise money to do such a thing by himself can indeed be considered attentive.

Zhou Xing comforted: "Take it slow, there are always more ways than difficulties. As long as more people join in, there will still be a chance."

Liu Shengan nodded, then smiled and said, "Okay, let's not talk about this, let's talk about this sketch. You wrote it so well. In this way, the last masterpiece really broke my heart."

Zhou Xing said modestly: "You have been too proud. I am not as noble as you. If it weren't for your inspiration, I would have not realized this phenomenon of loss."

Liu Shengan waved his hand: "Hehe, that's not what you say. As long as you do it, it's never too late."

Although he is from Xiangjiang, he speaks Mandarin very standard. Although he still has a southern accent, it is good enough for people in Guangdong and Xiangjiang. Of course, this is related to his frequent work in the mainland many years ago.

Zhou Xing nodded in approval, and then asked: "I asked you before if you can sing Peking Opera. You said yes, can you show us a piece?"

Liu Shengan understood what Zhou Xing meant, and wanted to test his own standards, so he laughed:

"No problem. Although I have been filming that movie for a few years, I like this, so I have been learning."

Zhou Xingxi said: "That's great."

After pondering for a moment, Liu Shengan asked, "Then I will sing a classic clip of "The Empty City Plan"?"

Zhou Xing naturally had no objection and nodded quickly.

Liu Shengan stood up, put his posture in a straight position, shouted a few bytes like a practising voice, then closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, obviously adjusting his emotions.

Just when Liu Shengan opened his eyes, Zhou Xing found that his eyes had changed and became a little far-reaching. After seeing them, people unconsciously felt a solemn and solemn nature.

Opening his hands, Liu Shengan glared at his eyes and opened his voice in a deep voice:

"I was watching the mountain view on the city tower, and I heard the chaos outside the city.

The flags were waving and the scene was filled with shadows, but it turned out to be a soldier sent by Sima!

...

Don't be confused,

Come, come, come, please come up to the city and listen to me playing the piano!"

After singing in one go, Liu Shengan seemed to be immersed in it, while Zhou Xing and some people next to him were a little stunned. This word was so upright, unlike a person singing from a Xiangjiang man. It was obviously an old fan. It was not an exaggeration to say that he was an Peking Opera actor who had been immersed in for many years!

It is obvious that Liu Shengan said nothing before. He did have practice and was devoted to practice. Otherwise, how could he sing such an effect!

"Okay, great!"

Zhou Xing then remembered to applaud, and shouted loudly. The people around him also applauded like they woke up from their dreams, their eyes full of admiration!

Liu Shengan smiled and waved his hand: "Haha, there are so many things during the Chinese New Year, and I haven't practiced for a while, otherwise there are a few places that can handle better."

Zhou Xing can't sing Peking Opera, and he smiled and said, "In the eyes of me, an outsider, it's already great, at least the effect on the show will definitely come out."

Liu Shengan shook his head: "Our program must be for audiences across the country. Those Peking Opera masters are indispensable. I still have to practice well to avoid being embarrassed."

From Liu Shengan's words, Zhou Xing knew that his serious attitude was not something that could be comforted by his own words, "You are not specialized in Peking Opera, and others will not care so much."

Of course, if Liu Shengan has such an idea, Zhou Xing naturally cannot get it, and it will definitely be better to keep improving.

After understanding Liu Sheng'an's level, Zhou Xing's previous worries disappeared. The only thing he has to worry about now is Zhang Junhong. However, since she promised so much, Zhou Xing believed in her, at least she wouldn't be too impatient.

In the next few days, they were all here, and they had no attention to the troubles outside, including Jiangnan Satellite TV, and they never came forward to explain, as if they didn't know.

This attitude made Lu Chen feel so frustrated, but he was helpless. Netizens scolded him for a few days and the news also reported him for a few days. Not only did the popularity not diminish, but it attracted more and more attention.

Gradually, time is getting closer and closer, and finally it is the thirteenth day of the first lunar month, the first party.
Chapter completed!