Seeing that the restaurant owner was still willing to help them, the owner of Qixi was very touched.
He quickly called the two pillars of the stage, one named Butterfly and the other named Jingshan, and they performed a piece for Liu Qiaoer on the spot.
Opera is a local art. As I said earlier, each place has its own characteristics.
However, opera has undergone many changes since its inception. There is no such thing as an unchanging opera. Even ancient music, when restored, is different from modern music.
After hearing this, Liu Qiaoer scratched her ears and gave a dry laugh.
"Your voice is very nice and you sing well, but I don't understand. What story are you singing about?"
The troupe leader quickly went to get the script for Liu Qiaoer to read.
After reading it, Liu Qiaoer broke out in a cold sweat. Isn't this just like the article she wrote
There is no conflict, the characters are flat, the plot is uneventful, and apart from the better writing, there is nothing much to watch.
There are quite a few opera troupes in Fengxin County. It is no wonder that they have been forced to sing such operas until they have lost all the money to eat.
The class owner looked at Liu Qiao'er's face, which looked as uncomfortable as if she had eaten a sour orange, and asked carefully: "Miss, is there any problem?"
Liu Qiaoer frowned speechlessly: "Who wrote this play?"
The owner smiled and said, "I..."
Uh... Liu Qiaoer frowned.
"Which is your troupe's most famous work?"
The class owner scratched his head and said, "This is it."
"Ah?" Liu Qiao'er was a little shocked. "Other opera troupes should perform several operas at a time. Why do you only have one?"
The troupe owner boasted confidently: "But this is the most famous one. The others are not good. They all like to watch dramas about men and women falling in love."
Liu Qiaoer was really convinced and smacked her lips, "Well, then you must have rehearsed more than just this one play."
This troupe owner is so mysteriously confident that he keeps singing throughout a play. No matter how good the song is, there will come a day when people get tired of it.
After the troupe owner brought other scripts, Liu Qiaoer discovered that the other scripts were even older than this one.
"They are tired of listening to all these songs."
Indeed, the scripts are all rotten. Their troupe has been in existence for decades. The troupe owner is the second generation. After taking over the troupe, he wrote a play, which became a hit, and he has never produced a new play since.
Liu Qiaoer flipped through it casually. There was a martial arts scene and two scenes about beautiful women and their lovers. There were three scenes in total, and they looked pretty good.
"Can I take these scripts back and read them? If possible, maybe I can help you stage one."
Unexpectedly, the troupe owner looked down on Liu Qiaoer and snatched the script from her hand.
"No, no, if you give it to another troupe, our troupe will really have nothing to perform."
Liu Qiaoer was puzzled: "You still have intellectual property rights here."
The troupe owner was slightly startled. "What power? Miss, you don't know. Competition between troupes is quite fierce. They actually have some scripts, too. It's just a matter of who sings better. However, you can't take the script away. If the girl really wants to watch it, why not watch it here?"
Gu Mubai snorted coldly, "You can barely afford to eat. We want to help you, but you're not willing. Qiao'er, let's go back. This troupe isn't good enough, so we can just find another one."
Having said that, Gu Mubai pulled Liu Qiaoer and prepared to leave.
Jingshan, who played the young man, was quick-witted and quickly stopped the two men.
"Sir, please don't leave yet. If you want to know what the story is, I will tell you. As long as you can help us, we will be very grateful."
It’s okay to talk about it, Liu Qiaoer nodded.
Jingshan told Liu Qiaoer the three stories.
The first one is a martial arts story, which tells the story of a bandit who robbed passers-by of their belongings and a young general who attacked the bandit's lair.
The second and third ones are both stories about scholars and beautiful women. They are very clichéd.
Just by listening to him tell the beginning, Liu Qiaoer could guess the ending of the routine story.
Just as Jingshan finished speaking, he heard someone calling him, "Jingshan, someone is looking for you outside."
At this moment, the butterfly standing next to Jingshan suddenly became annoyed.
"It must be that lady again. She's still haunting us. Jingshan, if you dare to see her again, I'll end all ties with you."
Oh, it turns out that Butterfly and Jingshan are a couple.
Liu Qiao'er stroked her chin as she watched the show. Suddenly, an idea flashed through her mind, and the best plot of a human-ghost love story appeared in her mind.
"Um, troupe owner, does your troupe perform ghost plays?"
The troupe owner was surprised when he heard this: "Ghost? We have performed this before, but the effect was not very good. Besides, everyone is superstitious, and we only perform at night, so we are afraid that they will be scared."
Liu Qiaoer shook her head slightly: "Ghosts are not scary, but human hearts are. I have a story to tell you. Can you make it into a play?"
The class owner didn't expect Liu Qiaoer to come up with a story at this moment, and nodded quickly.
"Girl, please come in and sit down, let's talk in detail."
Within the time it took to burn an incense stick, Liu Qiaoer told the troupe leader the story of Nie Xiaoqian.
Not only did the troupe leader listen without blinking, Gu Mubai also listened with gusto. The other actors in the troupe also gathered in twos and threes around them, listening intently.
"It was almost dawn. Ning Caichen took Nie Xiaoqian's urn and quickly left Lanruo Temple. He also left the control of the Black Mountain Old Demon. Nie Xiaoqian was finally able to reincarnate, but at this time she had fallen in love with Ning Caichen and was reluctant to leave."
After Liu Qiaoer finished speaking, she looked left and right, and felt a little embarrassed when she saw that everyone was staring at her.
"The story is over. Can you sing this play?"
The class owner listened reluctantly: "Ah, that's it, the two of them didn't end up together?"
Liu Qiao'er didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "One is a ghost, the other is a human, how can they be together? If you want to write, there is a second season, but it won't be as good as this one."
Before the troupe leader said anything, the other actors were even more excited than him.
"Boss, let's make it into a play. It will be great. Really. The girls say it's great. If we sing it into a song, we will definitely become famous."
At this time, even Butterfly couldn't help but say, "Boss, you can do it. If you can't, let this girl help us. If this play succeeds, we will be much better than Xiao Dujuan and the others."
Xiao Dujuan is a mainstay of another opera troupe. She and Butterfly were once known as the two best opera performers. Butterfly now has no new plays and is gradually declining.
The class leader was persuaded by everyone. He lifted his clothes and knelt down in front of Liu Qiaoer.
"If you are willing to help, I will give you half of the money earned by this troupe."
Liu Qiaoer hurriedly helped him up and said, "Master, you are joking. If you can write well, I am willing to read it. If you need my help, just come to me."
Two days later, Liu Qiaoer finished writing A Chinese Ghost Story and sent it to the owner of the opera troupe.
I don’t know when they will be able to finish writing it. Liu Qiaoer, like everyone else, is eagerly waiting for it.
Gu Mubai didn't expect that Liu Qiao'er could actually write stories, so he suggested, "Miss Qiao'er, if you write this story into a storybook, you can also make money."
"Oh? Is this okay?"
When she heard that she could make money, Liu Qiaoer's eyes lit up.