069. Life is like a play, there are times when you wake up from a dream ()
In the square.
The thousand people stood there in silence.
Almost everyone closed their eyes.
He listened to the lingering sound in his ears.
He sighed at the tragic feeling in his heart.
The summer wind blew gently, bringing with it a hint of summer sadness.
Sparkling tears rolled down their faces. Under the moonlight, they looked like falling stars.
At this moment…
The square was unprecedentedly quiet.
It was so quiet that only the sound of heavy breathing could be heard.
But everyone knew that this silence was temporary.
Just as Ye Yan was about to kiss the actress, the audience's emotions exploded.
"Pa! Pa! Pa!"
A deafening clap that resounded throughout the entire square erupted.
Accompanied by an explosion of applause, there were also heart-wrenching cheers!
"Good!"
"Too tragic!"
"My heart is shaken, and I can't forget it for a long time!”
"When you open your mouth, you can control the world. This is the feeling you're talking about! Old Demon Ye is too strong!"
"Boohoo, I'm crying!"
"Old Demon Ye's ethereal and direct recitation touches people's souls too much!”
" I'm in a trance. I've been practicing my singing under the stage with all my heart and soul. I've spent all my youth to polish the ups and downs of my voice bit by bit to the best, just for the moment when the fireworks bloom on stage. But now, no one is watching. I'm left alone. It's too difficult to be an actor, and it's too difficult to be an opera!”
As soon as he said this,
The surrounding people couldn't help but feel sad.
That's right!
The people on the stage sang and danced, using their heart's blood to perform their own joys and sorrows in their sleeves.
The people below the stage hurried past, perhaps entrusting their feelings to the joys and sorrows in the play, or perhaps just smiling, and then disappearing in the clouds of history.
The fireworks are easy to be cold, and the wild geese don't leave a trace.
When the noise dissipated, who was the passer-by, who was the spectator, and who was the confidant?
Nobody knew!
What a good sentence!
Everyone couldn't help but be concerned about the opera and the person on stage!
"Who said actors are heartless? Actors have emotions, joy, anger, sorrow and joy are mixed in powder and ink, love words are difficult to fall into ink, other singing must be mixed with blood.”
"Pathetic, lamentable, praiseworthy."
"There is a saying: This song should only exist in heaven, how many times can the world hear it!
Some people say: a jade flute to the sky to do, the moon full Lishan Palace leakage long!
Some people say: Jiang E cry bamboo plain female sad, Li with China playing harp!
Some people say: Kunshan jade broken phoenix cry, hibiscus tears dew fragrant orchid smile!”
"Brother, this cultural level is 666!”
"Strong!"
"I'll give you a Like!"
"Someone said: I copied this!"
"F * ck! Brother, your words are over!"
"By the way, does anyone know what this song is called?”
“.....”
This sudden burst of applause and cheers…
The two of them were shocked. After exchanging an awkward look, they quickly separated with their faces red.
The shy Wen Nanyan wanted to get off the stage immediately, but she was stopped by Ye Yan's words,
"You danced and sang very well just now!”
Wen Nanyan nodded as she looked at Ye Yan's warm face.
"You too!"
The two of them looked at each other and smiled.
They were like Hou Fangyu and Li Xiangjun in the peach blossom fan.
However, they were not Hou Fangyu or Li Xiangjun.
"Thank you, everyone. This song is called 'Red Leder'!”
On the stage, Ye Yan slightly bowed and said lightly.
......
Capital City's Huaxia National Drama Academy.
It was one of the few opera academies in the country.
At this moment,
As the curtain fell on " Red Lem ", a sorrowful cry echoed in the huge campus.
In a classroom.
The teacher on the podium did not give a lecture.
Instead, he was listening to the song "Red Kirin" with the students.
Especially when he heard the words," I don't dare to forget my country even if no one knows me."
Her expression was even more emotional, tears streaming down her face, her heart filled with sadness and depression.
The people of the world have misled me,
Xizi was also sentimental and righteous. When the country was in trouble, they would step forward. It was just that their status was low and few people knew about it.
When the performance of Red Lychee was over,
A student asked.
"Teacher, why is this Chiling so sad?"
Yeah,
Why is it so sad?
The teacher on the podium looked dazed.
Thinking of that period of history,
He took a few light steps and looked at the bright moon in the sky. A story echoed in his mind.
The story fits this song perfectly,
Perhaps this was the story that the Red Leaning was telling?
As the teacher thought about this, he looked at the student and said indifferently,
"This Chiling might not just be a song, but a piece of history, a little-known story!”
"A tragic story about an actress!”
In the classroom, the students did not speak. They were all listening to the teacher narrate that period of history.
"During that chaotic era, our country was being invaded by inhumane invaders.”
" One day, the invaders found an opera master and used the lives of the entire city to force him to perform for them alone. That opera master gladly went to perform for the bandits. When the performance reached the climax, Pei Yanzhi shouted," Set fire!"”
" Then, a raging fire engulfed the theater completely. Facing the invaders armed to the teeth, the troupe members used such a tragic method to destroy the enemy and complete the last scene of their lives. Later, the building collapsed, but the show did not end. They did not dare to forget about the country. They all said that actors were heartless, but who knew that actors also had hearts.”
After he finished speaking, there was silence.
The phrase "I dare not forget the worries of the country due to my humble status" was like a faint voice that kept ringing in his ears.
At the same time,
In the courtyard office of the Huaxia National Drama Academy.
Where the lights dim,
Principal Zhang Chengwang sat on the chair and did not speak for a long time.
The computer screen on the desk showed Ye Yan's live broadcast room.
After a long while, Zhang Chengwang said leisurely.
"The people in the show sing the peach blossom fan, and the outsiders also sing the peach blossom fan.”
"The actor is not acting himself. The person watching the show is in love with the character in the play. It's just a beautiful dream inside and outside the play. When you wake up from the dream, you will eventually leave behind some reluctance and sadness.”
Life is like a play, there are times when you wake up from a dream.
Zhang Chengwang then stood up and made a call.
"Elder Liang, inform Old Man Meng and the others that we will have a meeting in the conference room later!”
"Ah, okay!"
Zhang Chengwang looked at Ye Yan on the screen with a complicated expression.
"How good would it be if I was in the opera line!”
The song was a fusion of the opera, and it was performed on the same stage with the opera.
This might be the direction of the rise of opera!
The opera passed down by the ancestors could not remain unchanged. Only by bringing forth new ideas and developing them could it be passed down in this new era.
After this night,
This song was Red Silk.
He saw the change from no one below the stage to everyone in the hall.
He knew that if he didn't make changes to the traditional opera, it would soon become common.
Therefore, when this thought came to his mind, he immediately gathered all the leaders of the school and held a meeting overnight to discuss this issue.
......
This book comes from：m.funovel.com。