evening.

It's getting dark.

A theater is being performed. It is the end of the year and there are more and more similar performances. The people come here, and the ticket prices are not expensive.

The car stopped.

Zhang Ye and Haqiqi Xiaowang got off the car.

Haqiqi wondered, “Which is this?”

Zhang Ye smiled and said, "Xiao Wang, buy three tickets."

Xiao Wang got the order and went to buy tickets.

The ticket sales window has been closed.

The staff looked at her and said, "It's been half an hour since the show started."

Xiao Wang took out the money, "Are there any more seats?"

"However, there is," said the staff.

Xiao Wang said: "Then give me three pictures, it's time to start."

The staff hesitated for a moment, "If you don't mind, then okay."

With the tickets, the three of them entered the theater.

This is one of the largest theaters in Beijing. However, for artists of Zhang Ye, for staff who are used to seeing the world around Zhang Ye, this stage is still too small. Even if someone gives them free tickets, they won't come in.

Back row.

The three of them found a remote place to sit down.

There were many seats in the auditorium, but only half of them sat.

Haqiqi asked: "Director Zhang, are there talented people in such small places?"

Zhang Ye smiled, "That's not necessarily."

Xiao Wang also asked in confusion: "Those who really have wrists won't come here to perform, right?"

Zhang Ye said: "So you have to review it first. I only believe in my own eyes."

Ha Qiqi and Xiao Wang didn't talk anymore. They knew that Zhang Ye would not bring them here for no reason. Director Zhang must have chosen someone in his mind before.

The stage is in chaos.

The audience also ate melon seeds and started making excuses.

Two people turn.

crosstalk.

song.

There are all kinds of programs.

This kind of performance in the theater usually doesn't take too long. When Zhang Ye and the others came, they had already performed almost half of it. The show was one after another, and soon it reached the finale.

The actor is on the stage!

As soon as people came out, the whole audience became lively!

"Gao Xiliang is here!"

"It's out!"

"Haha, just wait for him!"

"Come one!"

Whistle!

Cry!

The audience was hilarious and long-awaited.

On the stage is an actor dressed in a woman, wearing a classical dance robe, dancing gracefully, and chanting poetry in his mouth, which is also the voice of a woman!

"The river goes east, the waves wash away, and the eternal heroes."

"To the west of the old building, humanity is the Red Cliff of Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms."

"The rocks penetrate the sky, the waves slam the shore, and thousands of snow piles are rolling up."

"The country is like a painting, and there are so many heroes at the moment."

At the end, I sang it softly.

The poem is Zhang Ye's poem, but the song is his own match.

Xiao Wang was stunned, "Gao Xiliang?"

Haqiqi also knew him, "That star dressed as a woman? I remember he is a fourth-tier artist, and this person has always been controversial."

Gao Xiliang, a domestic fourth-tier artist, has attracted a lot of famous artists in the entertainment industry. Not to mention a thousand people, there are definitely three or five hundred people. However, for ordinary people, it is worth it to spend this ticket to see a small bowl of fourth-tier in this theater, so the organizer also let Gao Xiliang appear as the finale program.

The audience watched and chatted.

"It looks like a woman."

"Hey, isn't this the second tail?"

“It’s not interesting to be a man dressed in a woman.”

"Yes, wouldn't it be better to find a real woman to dance?"

"Haha, I really like it."

"What did you say he stuffed his chest?"

Some people watched it with relish.

Some people looked contemptuous.

Someone is joking.

Only Zhang Ye didn't blink and looked very seriously.

Every move.

Every frown and smile.

They are exactly the same as women.

Zhang Ye was a little shocked.

Xiao Wang suddenly said: "Isn't this the same as Qian Pingfan in "The Voice"?"

When Zhang Ye heard this, he couldn't help but shook his head, what do you know? Where is the same? Qian Pingfan is a childish voice, but his voice is like a woman. Qian Pingfan is not a cross-dressing from beginning to end, and the person in front of him is the real cross-dressing! He is a real master!

finally found you!

...

The performance ends.

Backstage.

Gao Xiliang removes makeup.

His wife, also his agent, Zhao Ke, helped him pack his performance costume and asked, "Is there any echo in the Beijing Spring Festival Gala? Can I choose it?"

Gao Xiliang was silent.

Zhao Ke asked: "Has it been swept away?"

Gao Xiliang nodded.

Zhao Ke gritted his teeth, "Or why don't you try it at Liaoning Platform?"

Gao Xiliang said lightly: "I tried it, but I didn't reply."

"Old Gao." Zhao Ke looked at him with distress, "You have worked hard for so many years and have been scolded for so many years. Can you really go on this path?"

Gao Xiliang pondered for a moment, "I don't know."

"and you"

"But I love this."

"You are saying this again. You love it, but who loves you? You have been studying art for more than ten years and have learned to go over the cross-dressing since childhood. You have made so much effort with your teacher, but what's the result? The audience still can't accept it." Zhao Ke's eyes turned red, "Old Gao, or forget it, I, I really can't see others scolding you!"

Gao Xiliang said in a deep voice: "The teacher has passed away. I am the only successor of this generation. If I leave too, who will be responsible for passing on this art? Xiaoke, I cannot retire, otherwise this craft will be over!" After a pause, "I'll try again, I'll try the Spring Festival Gala of Tianjin again."

Zhao Ke said: "I tried it last year, and the same was the year before yesterday!"

Gao Xiliang hesitated, "Maybe it can be done this year."

The door was not closed, and a person came in outside at this time.

The man was wearing sunglasses, "No need to go to the Tianjin Spring Festival Gala."
To be continued...