On the stage.
It was a simplified story.
The scenes of the green robes brought people back to the stormy Republic of China.
It was the story of a troupe called Shuangqing Troupe.
Pei Yanzhi, who had joined the troupe since he was young, studied hard.
He had trained hard for many years, and his song had shaken the capital.
With his excellent singing and stunning green dress, he became famous all over the capital for his first time on stage.
Unfortunately, his fate was full of misfortune and he was forced to be involved in a conspiracy of the upper echelons. In order to protect the Shuangqing Class passed down by his master, Pei Yanzhi exhausted all his family wealth.
He led the troupe and fled the capital in a sorry state.
Pei Yanzhi held back his energy and went to the south with his partner, Zheng Shutong. He swore that he would sing well and return to the capital in glory.
Later on, Pei Yanzhi became famous on both sides of the Yangtze River in a very short period of time with his extraordinary singing, figure, and appearance.
At that time, the country was desolate and the wind and rain were unstable.
The Dragon Country was being invaded by the Japanese, and the people were in deep water.
Once, they accepted an invitation and came to a small county in the south. Anyuan County.
They were going to sing at the local Xinmin Theater.
At the same time, he would also do some rest.
Who knew that the next afternoon, a group of Japanese men would suddenly enter the county.
After hearing about Pei Yanzhi's reputation, the Japanese officers immediately came to their door and asked Pei Yanzhi to perform for them.
Pei Yanzhi refused flatly.
He remembered his master's orders.
Although actors were humble, they did not forget the righteousness of the country. Even if they starved to death, they would never be traitors.
The Japanese, who were furious, threatened the lives of the entire county.
Pei Yanzhi had no choice but to agree.
That afternoon.
The entire Shuangqing class was gathered in the backyard. Even the theater owner was present.
Looking around at the uneasy crowd, the theater owner revealed his identity and revealed that he was a red person. He also exposed the Japanese people's plot to use Pei Yanzhi's reputation to create Japanese works and infiltrate the culture of the Dragon Country. He hoped that Pei Yanzhi could help him kill the Japanese officers.
"I swear I won't be a traitor!"
Pei Yanzhi agreed without hesitation.
He also informed the Shuangqing class that anyone who was willing to leave could do so now.
Who would have thought that the people from Shuangqing class would all be willing to stay.
"Senior Brother Pei, you're not afraid of death, but are we people who are afraid of death? At most, he would just die together with them!”
"Yes! At most, we'll die together!"
"To be able to get a bunch of Japanese officers to accompany me, my life is worth it!”
"That's right! They say that prostitutes are heartless and actors are heartless. Today, we'll let them see that our troupe also has a backbone!”
……
That night.
The entire county was silent.
Everyone shut their doors tightly.
Only the Xinmin Theater was brightly lit.
Set up a stage to sing opera, gongs and drums are ready.
It was packed with Japanese officers and Han traitors. All of them were drunk and greedy.
……
As the people on the stage worked hard to perform.
The actors had forgotten that they were performing and were fully immersed in the show.
The people below the stage were also watching with infatuation, as if they were dreaming of the past and watching the scene personally.
The theater was silent.
The live broadcast room was silent.
Everyone was engrossed in watching.
The number of viewers in the live broadcast room continued to soar. Eight million, ten million, twelve million…
Da da!
At this moment, the gong and drum sounded.
The show began.
Du Sansheng, who had been prepared for a long time, took a deep breath and took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention.
He sat in front of the guzheng that he had prepared earlier.
He sat in the shadows without saying a word.
A beam of light shone down.
Du Sansheng appeared.
Dressed in a picturesque green dress, she sat in front of the ancient zither and stunned everyone.
The audience in the theater and livestream were shocked.
In a trance, they seemed to see the real famous actress of a generation, Pei Yanzhi, appear on the stage.
She was originally immersed in her role, but now she was even more focused.
The people who were originally watching from the sidelines also got into the act.
At this moment, everyone seemed to have transcended time and become a participant in that great show.
Yang Su's hand lightly closed.
His fingertips touched the strings of the zither.
In an instant, the melodious sound of the zither flowed out like flowing water.
The sound of the zither played into Du Sansheng's heart, as well as the hearts of the audience.
Those who played the zither used their hearts, and those who listened to the zither entered their hearts.
In yesterday's rehearsal, it was supposed to be played by other musicians. It was only after Du Sansheng received the system reward last night and obtained the grandmaster-level Guzheng ability that he decided to play it himself today.
Today, he was going to sing half of "Peach Blossom Fan" with a wonderful prelude of the zither.
At this moment, in his hands, the scene instantly became vivid.
In this stormy era, everyone was in a small theater in the county town.
Listen to a piece of zither music and watch the performer sing.
He stood up.
He moved with lotus steps.
After a small round of mediation, they arrived at Nine Dragon Pass.
His sleeves rose and fell.
Her red lips moved slightly.
A melodious singing voice sounded.
She was singing the Kunqu opera 'Peach Blossom Fan'.
She was dressed as Lee Xiangjun, the famous actress of the Red Chamber.
That's right!
Li Xiangjun had also experienced the last years of Nanming. The destruction of the country back then was very similar to the present.
The invasion of foreign enemies, the fall of the country, and the duckweed of life.
Pei Yanzhi empathized with her, and his voice became even more sorrowful.
"The moss and green tiles
I once slept in a romantic sleep
I'll see the rise and fall of fifty years
……”
The opera singer on stage was sad, while the demons and ghosts below the stage were quiet. At first, they shook their heads, but the more they listened, the more uncomfortable they felt.
The more he listened, the more he felt that something was wrong.
In the end, the Japanese officer looked at Pei Yanzhi, who was staring at them coldly and angrily. He broke out in a cold sweat and woke up.
Just as he was about to draw his saber and threaten her.
At this moment, Pei Yanzhi pointed at the demons below the stage and shouted.
"Light the fire!"
In an instant, thick smoke rose from the entire Xinmin Theater, and the surroundings were on fire.
The raging fire was like a fire dragon that wanted to devour the panicking demons below the stage.
The Japanese people, who were still proud and arrogant a moment ago, were afraid and wanted to escape. However, they realized that the entire theater had been sealed off at some point in time. There were flames everywhere.
You can't retreat.
He was trapped inside.
"Baka!"
The Japanese officer was furious. He pulled out his long knife and slashed at Pei Yanzhi.
However, he was stopped by the people from Shuangqing class.
He used his body as a meat shield to block Pei Yanzhi at the back.
The sound of gongs and drums had stopped at some point.
The person playing the song fell on the stage, lying in a pool of blood.
He smiled happily.
His senior brother fell on the stage.
The owner of the theater collapsed on the stage.
The people of Shuangqing class fell under the knife one by one.
All of them were smiling.
He looked delighted.
On the stage, Pei Yanzhi was also smiling with tears in his eyes as he looked at the terrified Japanese people.
Looking at the flustered and exasperated Han traitor.
He looked at the Japanese people who were drowned in the sea of fire.
He watched as the Japanese officer who had just pulled out his sword dodged in a panic.
Pieces of bricks fell.
The whole place is full of despicableness.
Only Pei Yanzhi was left standing on the half-destroyed stage, bathing in the sea of fire.
He was still singing.
The beautiful melodramatic tone had turned into a demonic voice that demanded death.
"I once saw orioles singing in the palace of Jinling, and flowers blooming early in the waterside pavilion of Qinhuai River. Who knew that the ice would melt easily?
She watched as he built the Vermilion Tower, watched as he entertained his guests, and watched as his tower collapsed.
I once slept in a romantic sleep on this mossy and green tile pile, and watched the rise and fall of fifty years.
That black-clothed alley is not surnamed Wang, the ghosts of Mochou Lake cry at night, and the owls perch on Phoenix Terrace.
The dream of the broken mountain is the most real, the old land is difficult to lose, do not believe this map change draft.
……”
At some point in time, the projection that had stopped on the stage continued to play.
However, the scene changed.
In the black-and-white picture, an old theater was engulfed by fire and thick smoke. The flames soared into the sky and thick smoke billowed.
The entire county was silent.
Other than the Japanese who were fighting the fire, not a single Han appeared.
The whole county was dark, and only the theater was bright.
What was burned was the soul of loyalty.
But Lang Zixin was killed.
"Peach Blossom Fan" had changed to "Red Beauty" at some point.
It was the same sadness, the same sadness, and the same dramatic tone.
The one who praised him was Red Music.
It was the people in the play who were sad.
It was the people of the pear garden who sighed.
"So what if the speech is exposed
White bones, green ashes, all of me
In troubled times, duckweed bears to watch the beacon fire burn mountains and rivers
I dare not forget the worries of the country
Even if no one knows me
……”
In the Capital City's opera theater, the crowd of opera fans were moved. They did not know when their eyes had moistened.
The older artists who were listening to the play were moved and burst into tears.
Backstage, Du Jinfang, who had watched the whole thing from beginning to end, had tears streaming down his face.
In front of the live broadcast room, all the netizens were in tears.
The number of viewers in the live broadcast room soared. Thirty million, thirty-five million…
However, no one noticed.
They were all immersed in the story.
They all became characters in the show.
They became the Shuangqing class that died for the country.
She became a tearful and smiling actor on stage.
They became thousands of actors who dared not forget the worries of the country.
On the stage.
Du Sansheng's eyes were filled with tears and he was still singing.
" The people below the stage walk by, but the old colors are gone.
The people on the stage sing a heartbreaking farewell song
The words of love are hard to write down, she sings that it must be reconciled with blood
The curtain rises and falls, who is the guest?
……”
" A strong feeling of regret and seriousness. When I turn around, it's all an illusion. Who's opposite me?"
After a classic Kunqu opera recital, the singing was still the same, and the melodramatic tone lingered.
“……
you sing me to debut
Don't laugh at the wind and moon, don't laugh at people's absurdity
I once asked the green and yellow, I once sang the rise and fall of the world
How can I think about the emotionless Dao and the sentimental Dao?
……”
On the stage, Du Sansheng was singing without a care in the world.
The song was coming to an end.
………
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