Master of Chinese Opera

Chapter 238
"On the one hand, there is the sound of mourning and mourning, and on the other hand, the trumpet is blowing towards the sky;
On the one hand, the white lights of the Liang family flashed with tears, and on the other, the colored ribbons of the Ma family sedan chair flew;
On the one hand, the cold wind blows thousands of tears, and on the other hand, the warm wine makes people smile and open their eyebrows;
While Yingtai is alive, Shanbo has become a ghost, so life and death cannot be separated from each other. "

When more than a dozen opera performers in the center of the stage danced with sedan chairs made of red silk ribbons, and the words of Yingzhou on the background screen showed the meaning of the duet of Shen Yuelou and Han Zaifen, the sadness in the hearts of the audience suddenly increased scored three points.

The lights dimmed and then brightened, the stage was played, and Zhu Yingtai passed a new grave in a sedan chair.

Before getting on the sedan chair, she made an agreement with her father—two white gauze lamps in front of the sedan chair, and three thousand silver paper ingots behind the sedan chair.The sedan chair goes to the side of Nanshan first, and Yingtai wants to go to Caoqiao Town to sacrifice brother's grave.

Zhu Yuanwai didn't want to agree to this kind of unceremonious condition, but he could only nod his head in response to his daughter's threat of not being able to get on the bridal sedan chair.

"Brother Liang, Shanbo, Yingtai is here."

After getting off the sedan chair, Zhu Yingtai threw herself down in front of Liang Shanbo's tombstone in a red wedding dress.

"This is the resting place of Brother Liang. Is this our home?"

Zhu Yingtai tremblingly caressed Liang Shanbo's tombstone, and couldn't help but burst into tears: "My brother was sleeping soundly in the room, and my younger sister came to accompany me as promised. The embroidered curtains were locked, and before I went to the funeral to pay my respects, Yingtai made amends at this moment." .”

After bowing three times to Liang Shanbo's tomb, Zhu Yingtai sang again: "It's like Liu Yinhui back then, picking up a small mound with your hands. Insert a yellow leaf to replace Liu Cui, and let this vast loess bury this sorrow And sorrow, bury the sorrow and sorrow (ehh~~)."

Hearing Han Zaifen's libretto and feeling her implicit, restrained, and eloquent sadness, the audience couldn't help applauding.

"The artist played so well and sang too well."

"The actors are fully involved in the play, and I am also substituted in."

"Oh, Liang Shanbo died and Zhu Yingtai got married. This ending is so heartbreaking."

……

Standing up and looking around, Han Zaifen couldn't help but said to herself: "It's so quiet here, no chickens or dogs are heard in the barren mountains and fields, and I don't hear the strict words of my parents anymore.

You can't hear the matchmaker's clever tongue to deceive people, and you can't hear the world's bad words to hurt your heart.

Don't be afraid of Ma Taishou bullying others, and don't have to cry all day long. "

When the mountain wind suddenly blew up, Han Zaifen covered her face and closed her eyes, and suddenly began a beautiful imagination: "Xingyun as a companion, the bright moon as a lamp, and the pine waves like a harp, accompanied by the sound of our books, I want to talk, talk, cry, and laugh. , Want to scold, want to hate, whatever our temperament.

Whether it is the red sun that urges people to wake up, or it is more drumming to report the night.

Guarding this pure land, just the two of us.

Brother Liang, open the door quickly, where do you open the door quickly?

You stay lonely in the room, and I am outside the door with the cold wind blowing.

You are still mad at me for putting down the bead curtain and giving me back a cold stone tablet. "

At this moment, Shen Yuelou's gentle voice suddenly came from behind the tombstone: "Yingtai, I hope you come to light the red candles, I hope you come to drink the same cup of wedding wine, I hope you come to comfort the wounds together, and ask the heaven Right and wrong."

"Brother Liang, open the door quickly, open the door quickly!"

Han Zaifen looked at herself, and sang softly: "Could it be that I think I'm haggard, how can I cry when I enter the bridal chamber.

For Brother Liang, I re-shaved my sideburns, for Brother Liang I remade new clothes and dusted off dust, for Brother Liang I put on red flowers again, and for Brother Liang I wiped off the tears and showed my smile.

Speaking of my brother's heart, the tomb flew to the tomb and thundered. "

When Han Zaifen sang these lines, the music on the side of the stage was loud, imitating the sound of wind, rain, thunder and lightning.

The lights on the stage were like a ray of thunder hitting the tombstone. After a thunderous sound of gongs and drums, Shen Yuelou walked out slowly from behind the curtain in the groom's wedding gown.

Seeing this scene, the audience in the audience exclaimed and immediately clapped desperately.

"Liang Shanbo, Liang Shanbo is alive?!"

"Great, they finally met."

"Hahaha, married, they are married."

"Resurrecting from the dead is a bit surreal, maybe it's just Zhu Yingtai's imagination?"

……

Helping Han Jaifen cover his head, the two walked into the tombstone hand in hand, pretending to be included in the tomb.

After the two entered the tomb, the tombstone closed again, the wind stopped and the rain stopped, and the rainbow hung high. Suddenly, a pair of colorful butterflies flew out of the tombstone and slowly flew up into the sky.

The curtain slowly closed, and Shen Yuelou and Han Zaifen's duet of Huangmei Danjiao sounded again: "A story has been sung for thousands of years, Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai. A pair of colorful butterflies convey love, and today they fly to the flowers again, today Flying towards the flowers again (Alas~~)."

Starting with this paragraph, and then ending with this paragraph, the feelings brought to the audience are completely different.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow"

"Huaxia's opera is so charming, it's really worth it to come today."

"I really like the actors who play Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai."

……

At the end of the performance, Shen Yuelou and Han Zaifen took the stage together to call a curtain call to the audience in Yingzhou, and the audience applauded thunderously.

"Thank you to the artists of the Chinese Opera Cultural Exchange Delegation for their wonderful performances. Today's performance ends here. I look forward to their second performance soon."

……

After the performance, back to the Kyoto State Guest House, the actors of the Huangmei Opera who participated in the performance today were still very excited, and they all shared with their companions what they saw and heard in the Kyoto Theater today.

Shen Yuelou called Shang Han Zaifen, Lin Yanqiu and Yu Zhenfei to hold a summary meeting.

After being seated, Shen Yuelou, the head of the group, couldn't help looking at Yu Zhenfei and Lin Yanqiu and asked, "What do you two think of the performance of "Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai" today?"

This is the first performance of the Huaxia opera cultural exchange delegation, and the deputy head Yu Zhenfei and key personnel Lin Yanqiu naturally watched the whole process.

Hearing Shen Yuelou's question, Yu Zhenfei replied with a light smile: "Boss Shen and Teacher Han's interpretation of the story of Liang Zhu's transformation into butterflies moved heaven and earth. Judging from the reactions given by the audience at the Kyoto Theater, the performance is extremely effective. good."

Lin Yanqiu also nodded: "Yes, during the process of watching the performance, I have been paying attention to the reactions of the audience around me. Judging from the frequency of their tears and applause, "Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai" should be regarded as a big hit. It worked."

Knowing their views, Shen Yuelou nodded lightly, maintaining cautious optimism in her heart.

Judging only from the audience's reaction at the Kyoto Theater, the show must have been a success.

But whether the play has already had a certain influence in the literary and art circles of Yingzhou depends on the reports of the media in Yingzhou and the official arrangements of Yingzhou for the next performance of the opera cultural delegation.

"Everyone, let's go back to rest first. Tomorrow, we will see if the media in Yingzhou will report on our performance at the Kyoto Theater. Let's communicate with Mr. Akai to learn about the next performance he arranged for us. The time and the size of the theater can also reveal some of Yingzhou's official evaluation of the strength of our opera cultural delegation."

"Well, let's go back first, and you should go to bed earlier."

(End of this chapter)