Chapter 74

"From China?" Li Zitao directly sat up, grabbed the ticket and looked carefully.

"New York metropolitan, a Peking Opera master from China, a great artist who is popular with 50000 people, Mei Lanfang is a special performance of Meilanfang!"

When he pronounced the last name, Li Zitao's voice was like a rooster whose voice had been pinched. His tone was raised by eight tones in an instant.

"Charlie, how about this consultation fee?" Seeing his surprise, Lawrence said triumphantly.

"Great." Li Zitao looked at the ticket with complicated complexion, as if he felt that the words he had just said were not enough to express his excitement. He said again, "great!"

"Ha, what are you waiting for? Let's go now." 'cried Lawrence, waving his arm.

On the plane to New York, Li Zitao still felt like a dream. Mei Lanfang, a familiar name, will never be forgotten by any Chinese.

The first of the four famous dans, the king of the performing arts, and the founder of the Mei school, he promoted the art of Peking Opera to an unprecedented height with his elegant performance and flowing singing.

It was he who spread the art of Peking Opera all over the world, and there was a frenzy called "Mei whirlwind" all over the world.

Even in the past 21 century, the legend of this Peking Opera master is still popular, and his love with the emperor of winter is even more lamentable.

I didn't expect that in another strange world, he was lucky to see the legend and watch his performance.

"A little excited." Li Zitao murmured in accordance with his heart beating fiercely.

He is not a fan of drama, but he still has a feeling of admiration, admiration and respect for artists like Mei Lanfang.

It is with the efforts and efforts of these people that Chinese traditional culture can go abroad and show the world the splendor and details of an ancient country with thousands of years of cultural heritage.

What made him feel more complicated was that it was the future event related to the three eastern provinces. The Manchuria incident recorded in the previous history,

because of the commander's wrong judgment and slightly weak character, the 400000 Eastern garrison watched the devils and occupied the three eastern provinces under their noses.

Li Zitao has been telling himself that he can't intervene in this kind of thing. Now the little devil can challenge the Soviet Union.

Although there are many reasons for this, we have to admit that the little devils in this period were powerful. Even the United States should face up to its status.

Li Zitao did not think that he had the strength to resist a country, nor did he have the lofty consciousness of a savior. But at this time, fate gave him a chance to meet Mei Lanfang.

This made him ask himself in his heart, "should I do something?"

When he arrived at the metropolitan theater in New York, Li was still in a tangle.

"Do you want a ticket, sir? Big artists from China only need 15 dollars. " As soon as he got off the bus, two white cattle came up and looked at him warmly.

There is no shortage of scalpers in America, especially in this high-profile show. Tickets in the hands of ticket vendors have increased from $7 to $10, and then to $15 before the show starts today. Even so, it can't resist people's enthusiasm.

"We already have it." Seeing Li Zitao's absent-minded appearance, Lawrence waved the ticket in his hand and said.

The two yellow cattle did not care. They turned to another Chinese and said, "Sir, do you need a ticket? Great artists from China... "

"How much is it?" Asked the man in plain clothes.

"15 dollars." "The big artist has only one performance in New York. If you miss it, you can't see it."

"Yes, but I only have $10." Some of the man said.

"Thirteen dollars, sir. The show is about to begin." Seeing his expression doesn't seem to be faking, the Yellow Cattle tentatively said a sentence.

"I bought it." Li Zitao stood out, took out two $10 knives and handed them to each other.

"Thank you, sir. I don't know what to call it?" Looking at the tickets handed over by Li Zitao, Zhao Yaozhong is embarrassed and grateful and hugs his fist.

"Li Zitao, how about you?" Li Zitao said with a smile.

"Zhao Yaozhong." Zhao Yaozhong said shyly, his face was slightly emaciated, his eyes were gentle, his hair was thirty-seven and his hair was shiny.

"Let's go in and talk about it. The show is about to start." Li Zitao warmly greets.

"Alas." Zhao Yaozhong nodded and said with some emotion: "I can't imagine that master Mei is so popular in America. The price of five dollars is three times as much."

"Art knows no borders." Li Zitao said casually.

Zhao Yaozhong was stunned and said with a sharp smile: "yes, art does not know national boundaries, but artists have different nationalities."

"Ouch, if you meet a compatriot, you will get the gold sentence. This friend is not simple!" Li Zitao thought with tears and laughter.

"Charlie, is this your friend?" Lawrence was waiting at the gate of the theater. When he saw Li Zitao coming with another Chinese stranger, he asked in surprise."Lawrence, my friend." "This is Zhao Yaozhong, my compatriot," Li said

"Hey, man, you look so skinny." Lawrence is very familiar, with his fist against Zhao Yaozhong's chest jokingly.

"Hey, hey." Zhao Yaozhong grabbed the back of his head and said shyly, "when I study, I always forget to eat. When I think about it, the dining hall is closed, so I can only make a living by myself."

"Oh, another good student." Lawrence spread out his hands and boasted.

"The show is about to start." Li Zitao took the lead and went inward.

"Lawrence, can we sit together?" It's not easy to meet an interesting compatriot. Li Zitao wants to talk to each other more.

"I'll arrange it." Lawrence nodded and walked towards the next door.

With Rockefeller's gold lettered signboard, their seats were transferred from ordinary seats to private rooms on the third floor on the right side, which is one of the best views to watch the stage.

"Is brother Zhao still in school now?" The three sat down and chatted casually, waiting for the performance to begin.

"Yes, I'm studying for a Ph.D. in Caltech, and I'm finishing my final project."

Zhao Yaozhong pointed to the stage below and said with a smile, "this is not to hear that master Mei is coming. I want to see you before you leave. I don't know if I can meet you."

Doctor, a doctoral student studying abroad in this era, a good scholar!

"I'm sure we can. It's said that master Mei is very kind. After each time, he will shake hands with the audience in front of the stage. As long as the audience doesn't leave, he won't go."

All of these come from the memory of previous lives. Li Zitao used to check the love story between Ling Wang and Dong Huang, which happened to have such records.

"That's great. I like drama since I was a child. When I was a child, I always followed my grandmother to listen to the drama. At that time, I still wanted to be a dramatist in the future." Zhao Yaozhong said with a smile.

"It's a good thing you didn't do it, or it must be a loss to the physical world." Li Zitao said with a smile that he was already thinking about how to "hook up" with the Xueba.

"Oh, I remember, the genius from China, Zhao." Lawrence suddenly exclaimed, "the National Academy of Sciences has published information and papers about you, called, called..."

"Hard gamma ray absorption coefficient measurement." Zhao Yaozhong said with a kind smile.

"Yes, my father said you were a genius." Lawrence clapped his hands.

“……” Li Zitao listened to the water mist, such as "hard Y" and "Ray", but he was very good at grasping the key points.

Genius, what he is short of now is genius, "gifted compatriots sent to the door!"

"Here we go." Zhao Yaozhong pointed to the stage and said with bright eyes.

Seeing the curtain of the stage open, Li could only restrain his excitement and planned to wait until the end of the performance to talk to him alone.

If Li Zitao knew what kind of achievements the shy young man was going to have in the future, he would immediately tie him away.

In the first scene of Fenhe Bay, when Mei Lanfang appeared in costume, the opera house was silent.

He was born to belong to the stage, as long as to that station, people's eyes can not help but be attracted by him, as if even the soul has been involved.

The pink cheeks of gorgeous children are not demon like. They contain affectionate eyes like talking eyes. They are graceful and beautiful with a smile and a smile. No one can believe it. This is a man's body.

A sad and happy, a shake sleeve, a kneeling, a bow, a frown, a smile, a look back, a lifetime of instant rest.

The sword dance in the box of red thread has made American dance masters marvel.

The loyal maids in the thorn tiger, their tenderness when they are empty and helpless, and their righteousness when they are finally determined to die and die generously for their country have made many Hollywood stars cry.

The long sleeve solo dance in the goddess of Luo, the double sword dance in farewell to my concubine, and the flower sickle dance in Chang'e's flying to the moon, the audience were stunned, "there are so many forms of dance."

One scene after another, one play after another. When the curtain of the stage was completely closed and the lights were on, the whole audience of the opera house stood up.

They couldn't restrain their excitement. They clapped their hands red and cried out in the thunderous applause: "China may, chin Mei..."

The audience's response was so enthusiastic that Mei Lanfang did not even have time to remove her make-up. She stood on the stage in a modest and friendly manner, shaking hands with everyone on the stage.

"Master Mei, your performance is wonderful." Zhao Yaozhong, a young fan, stood in front of the stage, clasped Mei Lanfang's hand and pressed it down.

"Thank you for your honor. If you are not in a hurry, you should wait backstage first. All our Chinese compatriots are here." Mei Lanfang was also a little excited.

He can't see so many waves in the heart of his compatriots.

"Good, good." Naturally, Zhao Yaozhong would not refuse.

After shaking hands with Mei Lanfang, Li Zitao takes a meaningful look at him and goes to the backstage. Lawrence is a real beggar who has to join in the fun."What are you doing here? This is a Chinese gathering." Li Zitao said speechless.

"Hey, Charlie, I'm your friend." Lawrence said discontentedly.

"But it's all Chinese." Zhao Yaozhong snickered that Lawrence gave him a very different feeling. He did not have the arrogance of other white people when facing Chinese.

His words and deeds are witty, not affectable, warm and generous, it is difficult to make people dislike him.

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