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Xiao Yanzi Flies, Wu Ah-ge Chases ust as Zhou Chenyu was about to say something, he was interrupted by the voices coming from the stage. The two people onstage straightened the microphones, meaning they were about to begin the xiangsheng. Before xiangsheng starts the “proper routine,” that is, the formal content, the performers will often chat casually with everyone for a couple of opening lines, basically the equivalent of transitional banter between acts, so that entering the actual routine…-
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Selling the Body, Not the Art The gifts onstage had more or less all been collected, and the two of them thanked the fans once again before starting to walk toward center stage. Just then, a scream rang out from below the stage. “Fengfeng!” Guan Chenfeng turned his head to look. It was a stylishly dressed pretty jiejie, around twenty-something, holding a bouquet of fiery red roses in her arms. So Guan Chenfeng smiled into the microphone and said, “Heard you. Mama loves me.” The…
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Quarrels at the Head of the Bed, Reconciliation at the Foot For the theater’s evening performances, each show had five or six acts, mainly xiangsheng, with a few other quyi performances such as pingshu, dagu, and kuaibanshu inserted between the xiangsheng pieces. The opening xiangsheng was performed by a pair of middle-aged male actors. Both of them had fine brows and fine eyes, and even the xiangsheng they performed had a mild, gentle air to it. The two of them performed “Wenzhang Hui,” a…
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Xiaqing Yuan Liao Feng Pavillion Quyi Society uses two theaters in the capital as its home base, Xiaqing Yuan and Dongning Yuan, located respectively in the east and west of the city. Several of the old gentlemen of the Mao generation are already quite renowned figures in the quyi world. They basically only appear at large-scale performances and television programs now, so naturally they no longer perform xiangsheng in the small theaters. That means the small theaters are basically the young…
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As If Standing at the Edge of an Abyss After seeing Weibo, Yan Chao’s first reaction was to call Zhou Chenyu. It rang for a long time before someone finally picked up. The place on the other end was noisy and bustling, there were probably a lot of people gathered around him. Zhou Chenyu’s lazy voice came through the phone. “Hello?” Yan Chao said, “It’s me. Is this a convenient time for you?” The moment Zhou Chenyu heard his voice, he answered crisply, “Yeah, it’s convenient.…
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I Just Like Letting Him Ride Because the guest had been changed at the last minute before, the publicity plan for The Second Role had been overturned and redone from scratch. Everything had been produced in a frantic rush, so the entire promotional plan was inevitably a little rough, and there was no way to place the promos with that much precision. On top of that, time was tight. In short, the ratings on the day of the premiere were not especially ideal. But all beginnings are hard. In the first…
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Sharing a Bed, Dreaming Different Dreams The “home” Yan Chao brought Zhou Chenyu back to was still that same little house where he had once depended on each other with his grandmother. The place was small, only around sixty square meters. Later, after his grandmother passed away, Yan Chao also went to Beijing for school, so the house was naturally left empty. Now, he had no family at all here. On top of that, the journey was long, so he could not come back even once in a whole year most of the…
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Taking Him Home When Yan Chao opened his eyes again, it was already broad daylight. Autumn sunlight filtered through the thin gauze curtains into the room, casting a warm wash of gold. His sleep in the latter half of the night had been surprisingly steady. He had not even had another dream. Seeing that he was awake, Zhou Chenyu took breakfast out of the microwave and called him over to eat. Yan Chao’s head was still a little muddled. Without saying a word, he sat down at the table and glanced…
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Startled from a Dream The production team probably never expected that what was originally just meant to be a dinner segment, eating and drinking while sampling the local specialty foods, would be forcibly turned by Zhou Chenyu’s impromptu opera performance into a major discussion about the clash between traditional opera and contemporary values. In an instant, the program had countless more meaningful bits of material and quite a few topics that could stir up discussion heat. The same appearance…
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Thinking Only of Wang Baochuan Receiving that sudden flirtatious wink from him head-on, Yan Chao not only did not feel disgusted, he actually froze. For no reason at all, he felt his mind go faintly blank for an instant. Everyone else reacted more or less the same way as Yan Chao. After all, opera was not as accessible as xiangsheng. Insiders watched for the craft, while outsiders could only watch the excitement. At that moment, everyone simply looked at Zhou Chenyu in a whole new light and burst into…
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