I Miss You

When the night was quiet, Qingchengwo sent a message to Su Po from the bed: "Are you home?"

Super: "Just arrived."

Qingcheng: "I forgot to ask you just now, how did you know my birthday?"

Super: "You talked about it back then."

Green Orange: "Did I say?"

She actually forgot completely.

Super: "However, your birthday happens to be the anniversary of the success of Kunqu Opera's'Willing for Heritage'. It's a pity that I cannot accompany you on your birthday every year because of a commemorative performance."

Green Orange: "It's okay, I can still celebrate my birthday on the lunar calendar."

This time, Super sent a voice: "Well, every year on the solar calendar, I will sing for you on stage; every year on the lunar calendar, I will celebrate your birthday off the stage. How about?"

Super said "good", it was so sweet as to melt into honey, dripping into the heart of the green orange.

But this drop of honey, like an introduction, brought out the various tastes that she had accumulated in her heart for many years. A love affair that spanned nearly nine years. It was ridiculous. She was so upset that she didn’t understand anything, so she decided the ending. Regretfully, they missed the middle for so many years because of a small misunderstanding... But luckily they still If I can meet again, I can come together again...Qing Cheng turned his head and saw the "Book of Songs" on the bookshelf, and remembered the phrase "hold your hand, grow old with you".

Two days later, the Liangfu Kunming Theater in Huazhou gathered all the cast and crew of the new version of Kunqu Opera "Dream of Red Mansions".

"Our version of "Dream of Red Mansions" mainly expresses the sense of prosperity and decline by concatenating several important birthday banquets in the original work, plus the last Jia's house copying and Baoyu's monk. Our feature is the drama in the play..." The first two days , It is up to several main screenwriters to explain the screenwriting intentions and the characteristics of the whole play to the actors.

From this, the actors knew for the first time that in addition to the role they played, they also needed to share the part of the play in each banquet. This is not only a very interesting attempt, but also a difficult challenge.

For example, the four characters in "Yuanchun Point Play"-"Banquet", "Qiao Qiao", "Xian Yuan", and "Li Hun" will be performed by Yan Yan, Li Keke, Su Po and Yan Xiaoyao. Although I only sing one piece of music, for young actors, if they want to perform a sudden change of roles, it is very skillful.

The next evening, the script meeting finally ended. The young actors had a good time, and they all met to go out for dinner, and a dozen people walked out of the compound.

Super and Yan Yan walked at the back.

"Hey, Lao Su, after listening to the script meeting, why are you still looking calm and gentle?"

"Otherwise? Should I put the pressure on my face and advertise it?"

Yan Yan laughed, "Knowing that you are not easy, I'm relieved."

Super shook his head and sent a message to Qingcheng just now. She hasn't come back yet. He swiped on Weibo. When he saw the person he set to follow quietly, he posted a video half an hour ago. While Weibo, he stopped.

Her text is-a bit abused, a bit sweet.

"What are you looking at?" Yan Yan leaned forward curiously.

Super directly clicked on the video.

The first picture shows him sitting in front of the mirror and letting the makeup artist remove his makeup, wearing a white shirt soaked in sweat.

He smiled and thought: This should be the footage taken by the photographer during the rehearsal of "The Story of the West Tower".

The tone of the picture is very soft, the light turns from bright to dark, and finally disappears into a touch of white.

Then, the whiteness turned into a lake where the earth was unknown and the morning dew was clear. A group of half-aged children scattered everywhere to practice their luck; in the practice classroom, they rolled their waists, opened their hips, and squeezed their eyebrows into one place; , The children went downstairs together, clutching the handrails of the stairs, rubbing down step by step...

A drop of sweat fell and turned into ink. When it bloomed, it was a video-recorded clip of his performance: he was still childish in his youth, and he grew up to be suave and romantic. He was there after every ink blossom bloomed. The grace on the stage, and the background music is his "Lazy Thrush" in "The Story of the Jade Hairpin?": "Falling Leaves Shocking Dreams..."

The stage faded, and a close-up of a hand appeared. The knuckles are distinct, and the white skin is lined with ink, as if yin and yang flow.

When he reappeared, he was dressed neatly on the stage, and sang suavely: "Hua Jian Zhong Wang Miao Kai, Jingjing is enviable. Wonderful, envy you for being light and able to write complaints..."

As the sleeves turned, Luotuo's green shirt turned into a red robe, and a gorgeous peony smudged into a cloud behind him, and the layers faded away, but the applause rang out in the mist, and the voice sang: "The gold powder is not dead, Smell the fragrance of six dynasties."

The video is not long, only a short period of more than four minutes, and finally the curtain is prosperous.

Super finished watching the video calmly, and finally clicked to forward it directly——

Kunqu Opera Xiaosheng Super: You are so kind. @是橙不木

The fans’ comments were very quick--

What did Boss Su transfer? Are you so spoiled? ? ?

Who is this "is it orange or not wood"?

After watching the 20-second video, I couldn't help but quit and say something, the back of the male **** is inexplicably painful. I've seen the sweaty tidbits of male gods before. At that time, I only felt that it was so tempting to look at me.

...

After about five minutes, someone came back to comment after watching the video--

The video is well done, as if to see the life of a Kunqu opera actor walking from a silent stage to a stage full of applause.

I found that the original blogger has posted a lot of videos before, some of them were original shots, and some were cut, they were amazing!

The three words that the male **** sends, carefully savoring, are really too sultry.

you are so nice? you are so nice? Is it a confession or thanks?

Yan Yan recalled the ID of "Is it an orange or not a wood", and saw that Super, who had always been boring on Weibo, said something when he reposted it, and he knew it in his heart.

"Old Su, your girlfriend is a strong pet husband."

"Well, she is very capable."

Yan Yan was shivering, and took out his mobile phone to join in the fun, and followed the trend and commented: "Little brother, pet fans."

As soon as I refreshed it, I saw that Tong Anzhi also reposted it, and he added a comment: "If there are fans like this, I am envious."

Among them, the most eye-catching comment was Shen Jiajue: "When treating fans, don't be too frivolous. We must be respectful. We are only with them. Let us encourage you."

Brother Shen received a uniform response from a large number of fans following this comment: "No, no, Brother Shen, we just want to be treated frivolously!"

Qingcheng came out of the shower, rubbed her hair with a towel, turned on her mobile phone and posted on Weibo, and then she was dumbfounded-she found that many people had reposted her Weibo.

Her Weibo is often used to post videos she edited, which attracted some fans, and she was a little pink, but the amount of reposts this time was surprisingly high.

As soon as she checked, she understood.

She had only planned to post the video on Weibo. As a result, I never expected that the master would forward it directly, as well as Yan Yan and Tong Anzhi.

Qingcheng stopped wiping her hair, and sat down on the bed and sent a message to Super: "Are you paying attention to me?"

"I found it from Anzhi's watch list early in the morning."

"...Will you be too blatant with words like this?"

"It's already very subtle."

Qingcheng pursed his lips and smiled, thought for a while, and then typed slowly and sent it over: "What about the unpretentious?"

The other party came back quickly, apparently thinking about it in his mind a long time ago: "Mrs. Handy."

Green Orange: "...It's better to be more reserved."

When Super put away his mobile phone, he heard Yan Yan say: "Is it orange or wood? Lao Su, have you ever drunk and hugged Miss Xu and shouted'mumu'? So your girlfriend became angry. , Took such a Weibo name."

Super ignored his dog-blood inference, and directly replied: "Green orange is wood."

Yan Yan didn't react for a while: "...The one eight years ago? I thought you were the one who was laughing?"

Super inserted his hands into his trouser pockets and walked forward, with a smile on his face.

Suddenly, Yan Yan hurried to catch up: "Su Po, you are too perverted! Have you been waiting for eight years? Or have you been working hard for eight years?"

"neither."

He spent eight years thinking about it, and then realized it for eight years.

During the rehearsal of Kunqu Opera "A Dream of Red Mansions", Qingcheng also returned to school to prepare for her graduation work.

They basically keep calling good night once a day. But this day, Super received a call from Qingcheng at noon.

"The script of my graduation work has been revised. The original is Qi Lao's famous play "Heart Ape."

Super: "I don't know much about drama, what do you say?"

"The story of a harlequin actor, realistic themes, very familiar with kung fu." This is probably the biggest gain during the time she has studied with her second uncle. Because of her knowledge and love of Kunqu Opera, she would try such a difficult, multi-level drama.

"Why is it a harlequin instead of a scarf?" Super joked after listening.

Qing Orange smiled back to him: "Then you have to ask Mr. Qi, why he didn't write a drama in which a female student is the protagonist."

"How about you change it to another one."

"Change what?"

""Farewell My Concubine"?"

"Isn't this a shameless show?"

"You can change it. Overlord Jun's appearance, then you listen..." Then, Su Po really came to the scene of a Shengdan dialogue, purely original, and also comes with a transformation of the role of Shengdan——

Yu Ji: "I want to commit suicide."

Overlord: "Really?"

Yu Ji: "Really."

Overlord: "Are you sure?"

Yu Ji: "OK."

Overlord: "Then you go to die."

Qing Orange couldn't smile: "What kind of script is this?"

Boss Su summed it up solemnly: "If you love her, you will satisfy all her wishes."

Qingcheng was silent, and finally chose to blow her mindlessly: "You are so talented. By the way, I think it's better-tomorrow I will take you to the Ulva House in China."

"Okay." Super responded with a smile, thinking in his heart: I used to worry about eating, so I don't need to worry about it anymore.

The next evening, after more than three hours' drive, Qingcheng finally arrived in Huazhou.

Liangfu Kunming Theater is located in the prosperous area of ​​Huazhou City. When Qingcheng got off the bus, what you saw was a brand new and classical five-story building, which was completely different from the garden architecture of the Baizhou Kunming Theater.

As soon as Qingcheng signed her name, she heard the guard say: "Oh, Teacher Su is out."