The Correct Posture For Salted Fish To Turn Over

No, Gu Zheng, who was full of food and drink, suggested that Bei Jun and him have to say something... a night cultural tour of the country of Japan.

In the life of Gu Zheng's youth, what once accompanied him through the most confused and restless period is the collection of his favorite island professional movies.

Whether it’s the ignorant underground screening room when you were young, or the DVD era, the pirated discs on the corners of the street, and those who have traveled through five rings and traveled through the mountains and ridges to see you in Zhongguancun, a battle for film selection.

Those were all unforgettable memories that belonged to Gu Zheng.

After many years, I grew up, and everyone’s sharing on the computer is so convenient. Those shiny discs that can be held in their hands have also become boring codes.

Lost the original little anxiety, little excitement, the pirated disc bought back is a cartoon or the mystery of true love.

But regarding the heart of pilgrimage, it is still beating.

That's why Gu Zheng was excited at this time. With small shiny eyes, he stared at a ticket stub that suddenly appeared in his hand.

And Bei Jun, who was on the opposite side, still kept showing off with him, his great achievements: "How about, idol, I'm reliable in doing things, knowing you want to see and know, I naturally bought one of the most famous venues in Kabuki Town. Tickets."

"I can tell you that many foreigners want to get a performance from the Xiaolichuan family."

"It just so happens that a buddy who studied abroad helped me buy a very private box in advance."

"Hey, look at the woman on the ticket stub. Isn't it awesome?"

"It doesn't make sense to wear clothes these days. It's just this kind of clothes that don't agree with the taste, that's enough."

Gu Zheng was told by Bei Jun that he subconsciously swept the tickets so that he only felt his chest hot.

There was a very white woman on the ticket stub. She was holding a hollow sandalwood fan with round shoulders. The clothes that looked like ancient Chinese clothes were just draped lazily on it.

People can't help thinking, is the underneath of this robe undressed, or is it undressed?

It's this kind of smell of holding the pipa half-hidden, it was actually reflected in this simple ticket stub.

For the small cards that were confiscated by Gu Zheng, those shoddy works are really too low.

The beauty of true female worries lies in the connotation of the characters.

Gu Zheng was very satisfied with the beauty of this woman.

I really didn't expect that it was just a big health care, and the people of the Wa country really knew how to play, and they were able to come up with so many tricks.

Thinking of this, Gu Zheng just bared his teeth and said, "What are you waiting for, let's go now."

After that, I will walk towards the street of Kabukicho in Tokyo.

But Bei Jun quickly stopped Gu Zheng's footsteps. He pointed to the door of a very antique and eye-catching small theater not far from Kabucho Street, and said mysteriously: "Brother, Right here, I deliberately chose a place to eat close to here."

Good brother, full of yin desire, you really understand brother's heart.

Unlike the flamboyant and flamboyant Kabukicho with neon flashes, the place chosen by the Bejun brothers is just two low-key and traditional Japanese lanterns hung.

The ticket collectors at the door were not as pompous as the soliciting buddies of Kabukicho.

An ordinary passerby, received tickets from two sneaky tourists, and introduced them into the large venue for performances.

This is a performance venue with a circular structure.

The suspended venues on the small second floor on all sides are specially prepared for guests watching performances.

When the lights in the central performance hall came on, the lights of the people in the pavilions on all sides then fell down.

Then no one knows the activities hidden in the dark.

But this public space is empty enough, which brings a sense of excitement inexplicably.

Gu Zheng, who pretends to be well-informed, feels that he has played with the Japanese people.

In order to prevent themselves from appearing too much, when Gu Zheng and Bei Jun arrived in the designated two-person small box, they ordered a bit more tea in the performance hall.

While preparing for a splendid performance, let me moisturize my dry throat.

The time on the fare is gradually approaching, but the boxes in this big arena have not yet filled up to 30%.

Even Bei Jun was aware of the abnormality of the business here, and said to himself: "No, this environment is so novel and unique, how can there be only such a small number of people?"

As soon as his voice fell, there was a quiet noise in the box on the opposite side of the cloister.

Wow, a large number of people were seated, and the vacant box on the opposite side was directly filled.

The few words vaguely heard from the opposite person made Gu Zheng discover that they might have met a tour group of compatriots in the motherland.

"Awesome. What kind of travel agency's service, and this kind of group project. Next time I travel to Japan, I will also report to their family group."

While Bei Jun lamented the gradual enrichment of the domestic seven-day tour projects, the lights in the venue gradually dimmed.

This is the prelude to the beginning of the performance.

"Hurry up, let's start, be quiet."

Under Gu Zheng's reminder, the two masters enthusiastically turned their eyes to the direction of the return platform.

The surroundings are dark and the lights are shining in the middle, like watching a movie instead of a charming performance.

Seeing this, Gu Zheng's eyebrows wrinkled all at once. It would be boring to meet in such a frank manner.

Suddenly, a long tune that was longer than Chinese Peking Opera came out from the back of this stage.

Then, on the platform in the center, two people popped out.

White, really white, pale and pale.

Look at that white face, is it a ghost? !

A white-faced man with no gender appeared in the dark background, dragging a singing voice longer than Peking opera, and there seemed to be ukiyoe leaves floating on the stage;

A man wearing the most traditional Japanese kimono, painted with this horrible makeup, his entire face is only a little bit between his lips, embellished with red rouge the size of a fingernail.

The rest are all white.

Then came the Japanese-style aria Kabuki, which began to perform on this stage.

...

'puff! ’

Bei Jun on the side squirted out the tea without any image, causing something oolong. His buddies said that he would ask him to watch a performance on the side of Kabukicho, that's it!

Don't tell me, this is really a Kabuki performance, but this Kabuki is a traditional Waguk opera that has been passed down for 400 years.

How could Gu Zheng and others, who didn't even watch the performance of their own people, understand the island culture at all.

The gentle and weird accent below began to sing more and more intensely.

But Gu Zheng in the box was unloved answering the question that Bei Jun had just discovered.

"Hey, idol, is the performer underneath a man? Look carefully, it seems pretty good."

And Gu Zheng replied weakly: "Ah, yes, in the old days, many Kabuki performances were a means of soliciting customers from the Japanese prostitutes. In order to prevent this kind of promotion of art, the government was actually betraying the sex. Women are strictly prohibited from becoming performers of Kabuki."

"So, the actors in the future will be the reverse of the disguise of women as men, and they have contributed a certain amount to satisfying the preferences of some people."

"I just don't know, the compatriots on the opposite side, how they feel when they have been cheated this time."

But Gu Zheng didn't know that the team of people on the opposite side did not come to travel. They were real artists who came to watch the performance.

As a cultural and artistic center, the two countries exchange activities.

This time, the Tokyo Traditional Culture Association issued an invitation to invite some famous figures from the Chinese Literature, Calligraphy and Painting Association to come to Japan for exchange and study.

By the way, I would like to discuss my experience on the protection and promotion of traditional art and literature.

These older generation artists, with the purpose of critical learning, watched this kabuki repertoire, which is a bit scary in the eyes of ordinary people, with gusto.

Don't understand Japanese? I have an accompanying interpreter.

""Mingjin" is a very traditional set of Kabuki songs ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and it is also one of the most full of female characters."

"With elements of Japanese mythology, it mainly tells a monk who lives in a cave in Beishan, "Master Mingshen", who was dispatched by the heavenly court, "Jiejian in the Clouds", tempted, degenerates, and diminishes the power of the body, drinking. Get drunk. The Yunzhong Jijian Ji took the opportunity to cut the rope that Master Mingshen sealed the Dragon God, and the story of making nectar drop from the sky for the people of all nations."

"Look, everyone, when Yunzhong Jiji seduce Master Mingshen with a feminine attitude, Master Mingshen couldn't bear to touch her body."

If such a serious explanation is not carried out among a group of artists, if it is heard by someone like Gu Zheng, he would think you have any deep meaning.

But people are art, and the body language that is displayed on the stage is completely incomprehensible.

The Yunzhong Jiujie, who was disguised as a woman, also moved small steps when escaping, reflecting the beauty of a woman's frailty.

Ha ha.

Gu Zheng collapsed and burst into tears.

Why did you come here? Who will give him a final answer?

Gu Zheng, who wanted to walk away several times, always felt a bit impolite.

After drinking three pots of tea and spitting it out countless times, the lights on the stage finally came down.

"Oh heaven, it's finally over, hurry up and go!"

Gu Zheng could not wait to leave this irritating box immediately, but Bei Jun on the side was puzzled: "Brother, this is all over, but are you anxious?"

"Drink too much water, go to the toilet!"

An angry Gu Zheng plunged into the bathroom of the theater, but when he came out, he met an acquaintance at first glance.

"Professor Yang, why are you here!"

Isn't this the boss of the Central Academy of Fine Arts?