Bring your child to a variety show? Daughter: He is truly my living father!

Chapter 170

On the kindergarten stage.

The host held the microphone and spoke passionately:

"The unique skills transform the intangible cultural heritage classics and innovate to perform a different Shu opera."

"Next, we will perform the last show today - Sichuan Opera face-changing."

"Please invite our xx class parent - Xiao Yang to the stage!"

When they heard Xiao Yang's name.

Many parents were excited.

During this holiday, everyone watched the live variety show "My Dad is Superman" a lot, so of course they know who Xiao Yang is?

Even if you don't watch variety shows.

Xiao Yang has been on the hot search every few days, so you know him.

"Fuck, Xiao Yang?"

"Xiao Yang can also change his face? Why don't I believe it? How old is he? This unique skill requires several years of practice, right?"

"This big brother, "The Tomb Raiders" has only updated a few chapters? He changed his face again?"

The discussion in the audience was very lively.

Even the children began to dance excitedly and shouted at the stage.

"Wow, face changing, face changing..."

"Face changing is coming, face changing is coming!!"

Many viewers in the live broadcast room are also looking forward to Xiao Yang's performance.

Xiao Yang just changed a few times casually, but everyone didn't see enough.

The barrage rolled:

-"Here it comes, here it comes~ Everyone, don't make any noise, look!"

-"Mute, mute, from now on, don't send barrages, disturbing my appreciation of art."

Then a background music composed of traditional instruments sounded on the stage.

Everyone gradually quieted down.

"Dongdongdong! Clangclangclang!"

"Clangclangclang~"

A burst of gongs and drums made a noise.

Xiao Yang wore a black cloak embroidered with gold patterns, a black hat, and a folding fan in his left hand.

He turned his back to the audience, took small steps, and quickly moved to the center of the stage.

With two "dongdong~" sounds.

Xiao Yang waved his right hand to the side and rolled up his cloak and waved it forward.

He turned around and stood still, with a black mask on his face.

He looked at the audience with wide eyes, wearing a black cape, black hat, black shirt, black pants, and black boots.

He fanned himself with a large golden folding fan in his right hand.

Adding Xiao Yang's own height of 1.85m.

This appearance was majestic and domineering!

There was a cheer from the audience.

Before the audience could react.

The fan in Xiao Yang's right hand turned faster and faster, and passed in front of him, covering his face for less than a second.

When the fan moved away from his face,

the mask turned from black to red.

The audience cheered again!

Then, Xiao Yang made a cloud hand.

One hand was clenched into a fist, raised in front of him, barely covering half of his face.

When he put down his arm, the mask turned into the golden Monkey King style again.

This time.

The children under the stage were even more excited.

They shouted: "Monkey King, Monkey King..."

If their parents hadn't stopped them, they would have rushed to the stage one by one.

The comments were rolling:

——""Fuck, Xiao Yang's operation is really like a sparrow pecking at a cow's butt - sparrows eat awesome!"

——"I have learned some Sichuan opera, but I am not good at it, and I am far behind Xiao Yang. Xiao Yang is really professional. Each mask of different colors changes different movements and expressions in time, and the performance is very lifelike."

——"Although I don't understand drama, I admire Xiao Yang's face-changing skills. "

Accompanied by the melody and rhythm of the music,

Xiao Yang flicked his face, blinked his eyes, waved his hand, and turned around,

and changed into various facial makeups of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, which made the audience dazzled.

The whole action was smooth and seamless.

The audience under the stage and in the live broadcast room were stunned.

The kindergarten teacher who had been dissatisfied with Xiao Yang just now.

At this time, there was only admiration in his eyes.

Watching Xiao Yang's performance, his mouth never closed.

He whispered to himself: "How...how did he do this?"

"It's amazing? "

The Sichuan Opera face-changing master beside her, the old man just now, was also very moved by Xiao Yang's performance.

I didn't expect that besides him, there was someone who could perform Sichuan Opera face-changing to such an extent.

This unique skill can actually be passed down, and there are successors.

Good!

Good!

Tears appeared in the corners of his eyes.

At this time, the kindergarten teacher next to him asked:

"Old man, you just said that you are also a drama fan."

"Can you tell me about this Sichuan Opera face-changing? ? "

"If the children ask about it, I don't know, it will be embarrassing."

The old man heard it.

Thinking, popularize drama knowledge to these teachers.

Then tell the children through them.

It is a good thing to let more and more next generations like China's Sichuan Opera face-changing.Ah.

He immediately started talking about it with great interest.

"There are three main types of face-changing in Sichuan Opera: wiping the face, blowing the face, and pulling the face."

"Wiping the face means applying oil paint on the forehead or eyebrows..."

"Not only that, different colors of facial makeup represent different characters and personalities."

"For example, red represents Guan Yu, black represents Zhang Fei..."

"In fact, face-changing is not difficult. The difficulty is that the performer must remember the order of the facial makeup on the face and make corresponding adjustments to the facial expressions in time, so that the audience can feel the characteristics of the character and the emotional changes."

"..."

The old man said a lot.

The kindergarten teacher sighed after listening.

"This is really complicated."

"The change of this facial makeup seems to take only one second, but there is actually so much knowledge."

The old man laughed.

"That's natural."

"Otherwise, it is said that one minute on stage takes ten years of hard work off stage?"

After hearing what the old man said.

The teacher also carefully observed Xiao Yang on the stage.

As expected.

At this time.

The mask on Xiao Yang's face turned blue again.

Xiao Yang's expression returned to normal, with light in his eyes, and he looked very handsome with the delicately drawn mask.

Then.

As Xiao Yang tore off the last mask, his true face was exposed to everyone.

"Heh!"

"So young!!"

The old man couldn't help shouting.

Xiao Yang had been wearing a mask just now and he couldn't see it.

He thought the parent should be quite old.

After all, he usually has to be at least 30 to 40 years old, and only after a long period of hard practice can he reach such a level of face-changing.

Unexpectedly, the performer on the stage was a young man who looked only in his early 20s.

Awesome!

Awesome!

The old man sighed in his heart, thinking that this should be a child's skill?

I don't know who he learned it from?

I have never heard of it.

Under the stage.

Niuniu saw Xiao Yang's face.

He immediately rushed forward happily, pointed at Xiao Yang on the stage, and shouted to the children beside him.

"This is my dad!"

"Isn't it awesome!!"

Audience: ? ? ?

——"Hahaha, Dai Chuan fainted in the toilet after hearing this."

——"Niuniu, this is your dad? Does your mom know?"

——"Even if it's like this for a child, whoever is awesome wants to be their dad, and so do I. Xiao Yang is my godfather."

At this time, Xiao Yang had changed all his facial makeup and revealed his true face.

Everyone thought that the face-changing performance was over.

Just about to get up and leave.

But Xiao Yang didn't leave the stage.

The background music didn't stop either.

"What's going on?"

"What's going on? There's more? The facial makeup has been changed, what else can it change?"

Even the old man was curious.

What else is this for?

Curtain call? ?

Xiao Yang smiled secretly in his heart.

This system rewards the master-level face-changing skills of the sect level. Do you think that's it? ?

That's impossible.

He just raised his hand again!