Shen Qi died in a fire. What he held in his arms was the last old costume in the theater troupe's warehouse.
When he opened his eyes again, he became a handyman moving boxes in Gaoqiangzhou Caotai Class. No identity, no drama, not even qualified to be on stage. The only thing left was an empty stage in his mind. The backstage was filled with masks, costumes, and scripts from Chinese operas, waiting for him to draw them out one by one.
In this world, drama is life.
Everyone relies on the roots of opera to practice, and the Heavenly Court of Zhengyin has controlled the world's operas for three thousand years, dictating who sings what, how to sing, and for whom. Wild plays should be damned, and new plays should be damned even more. Anyone who wants to be on stage must first learn to shut up.
But Shen Qi insisted on singing.
When the ghost show came to the door, he made his first clown face, and used a broken number to scare off Caidan. He became famous in Shiqiao Town with "Stealing Armor", and the sentence "It's not illegal for a clown to steal something" made Rongqing's class leader speechless. He took a little girl who could only memorize opera lyrics, a Luotuo military advisor who had been deprived of his acting skills, and a half-year-old boy who couldn't even practice walking, and walked step by step from the earthen platform at the entrance of the village to the Gaoqiangzhou Baixi Club.
He sang Peking Opera, Kun Opera, Sichuan Opera, and Huangmei Opera. Every time it is sung, the world's "new drama" becomes one more point; every time it is opened, the sound of the sky will crack a point faster.
Zhengyin Tianting wants to kill him. The ghost show sect wants to take him away. Thousands of troupes were watching him. Heaven is watching too.
"You think I'm a jerk, but I want to change your script."
This is the path Shen Qi wants to take. It's not about becoming an immortal or becoming a king. It's a trick, given back to everyone who wants to sing it.
Purpose: Everyone has the right to equal treatment.