My Blind Actor [Entertainment]

"Where is this place...why is there someone singing?" He Lingsheng asked Ruan Zhe with his head slightly sideways, grabbing the back of Ruan Zhe's hand.

"... Teacher Dou Hongxiang who sings Peking Opera, I don't know if you've heard of it... I asked someone to find her to help teach you how to move..."

He Lingsheng tightened the hand holding the back of Ruan Zhe's hand for a moment, and then let it go quickly. Ruan Zhe paused for a second before retracting his hand regretfully and stuffing it in his trouser pocket.

"Aren't you going to play Huadan? I think teaching this is exactly what you need..." Ruan Zhe stood next to He Lingsheng, and he couldn't see the scene in the courtyard from the position next to the wall. He could only hear a female voice coming from the high wall, Euphemistically helpless, mourning and singing.

The Beijing Erhu is still playing the accompaniment, and it is in harmony with the thin and elongated female voice. When it is almost noon, there seems to be the sound of hawking from afar outside the alley.

Ruan Zhe saw that He Lingsheng had been in a daze, but just stood there and listened, and pulled He Lingsheng to the yard.

"Let's meet her first. I said a lot of good things before she agreed to teach you."

"How did you invite Mr. Dou...?" He Lingsheng pulled Ruan Zhe to stop on the spot.

"...just begging for help, what else can I do..." Ruan Zhe felt guilty.

He Lingsheng obviously didn't believe it, and the palm that pinched Ruan Zhe's wrist tightened even more.

"See why you're nervous..." Ruan Zhe didn't want to say to He Lingsheng at first, "I didn't hurt you... just... just give me money..." To say it so directly, it seemed that he had no ability other than having money.

And the money is still his father's.

He didn't want He Lingsheng to know that he was a rich second generation, but he couldn't explain his ability to let He Lingsheng jump to Jiangwei, and he couldn't explain that he didn't work and still had a lot of money.

"Ruan Wentian told him?" He Lingsheng thought that it was Ruan Wentian who asked this "friend" to help him learn the movements, so that the acting would be more similar.

Ruan Zhe...how could such a temper think of such details.

Ruan Zhe didn't refute or confirm, and dragged him into the yard.

There are two old men sitting under the pear tree, one is playing the Beijing erhu and the other is beating the single-skin drum. Although other musical instruments are missing, they can still show some charm.

The silver-haired and petite grandmother was wearing a blue gown, and she seemed to have returned to the period of the Republic of China for a moment, an old actor and a long-fashioned gown.

He Lingsheng couldn't see it, he supported the screen wall, and only heard the sad but enlightened opera sound.

"Permeated—sorrowful place—wet with tears—clothes...I only know——Tie Fugui is destined for life, but who knows—the number of life will be clear in an instant..."

He Lingsheng was grabbed by Ruan Zhe's wrist, and subconsciously tugged Ruan Zhe's hand, "Ms. Dou will give me a layman to teach me this because of money?"

Apparently, He Lingsheng felt that such a former Peking Opera actor would never agree to the "teaching" request made by someone like Ruan Zhe.

Ruan Zhe didn't answer, the gentle female voice was still singing softly.

"I think back then I used to act coquettishly, even if I don't believe in my past..."

The old man's figure, movements, gestures, fingertips, and his body are all elegant. Although he is not facing the front face, he only moves lightly with lotus steps, his wrists are turned, and his waist is soft. Just looking at the back can also reveal that it has passed through decades of time. The kind of domineering and shocking beauty.

Even if it is loess and blue bricks, the undiminished Beijing charm of the famous actor on the stage decades ago will not hesitate to dye every inch of the air.

The two stood at Zhaobi and waited until they finished singing "Stop falling in love with the passing water, turn around in the sea of ​​bitterness, and realize Lan Yin early", and then the Beijing erhu finally stopped the Beijing tune.

Dou Hongxiang turned around, and gently waved to Ruan Zhe and He Lingsheng.

"Mr. Dou is good! I am the one..."

"It's Xiaozhe, I brought friends here, rest here first, I'll go get what your father left here..."

"Hey, okay, please..." Ruan Zhe laughed and pulled He Lingsheng to sit on the stone bench under the tree, and the two players who played the erhu and the single-skin drum also got up and left.

"Your father? What did you put here for the teacher?" He Lingsheng withdrew his hand and put it on his knee.It turned out that his name was "Xiao Zhe"...

Ruan Zhe still salivated at He Lingsheng's slender and well-articulated hands, and scratched in his trouser pocket unnaturally, "...my dad likes this, and he is friends with Mr. Dou, so I can pay for it... ..."

He Lingsheng sat in a regular posture, with his fingers curled up slightly, while Ruan Zhe slightly raised his head and stared at his hands.

There was the sound of Gululu's iron wheels rubbing against the ground, and Dou Hongxiang's voice was a little closer, "Come on, let him challenge."

There was a smile in his voice.

Dou Hongxiang came out wearing gold-rimmed presbyopic glasses, her hair was coiled up, making her look more bookish, and she could see that she was a beauty when she was young.

He Lingsheng didn't know what was pushed out. When Ruan Zhe saw it, he pulled He Lingsheng's hand excitedly and rushed to the shelf. He Lingsheng struggled and was pushed onto the shelf.

"Guess, what is this?" Ruan Zhe took He Lingsheng's hand to touch a row of old but extremely exquisite costumes hanging on the iron frame.

He Lingsheng was stunned, and let Ruan Zhe touch the shoulders of each costume little by little.

Ruan Zhe obviously liked this reaction very much, and he happily took off a pair of taupe-colored breast embroidered pleats, "Try this one?"

He Lingsheng touched the embroidery, "What color is this...?"

Ruan Zhe answered casually, "It's black."

Knowing that he was talking nonsense, He Lingsheng smiled, "Impossible. Tsing Yi is black, and Tsing Yi has no embroidery."

Ruan Zhe saw that He Lingsheng laughed suddenly, and was stunned for a long time. He Lingsheng took off the other one and asked him, "What about this one? What color is it?"

Ruan Zhe finally realized, "Green."

"Lie to me again, this one is black..." It's obviously the style of Tsing Yi.

He Lingsheng raised the corner of his mouth slightly, laughing at Ruan Zhe's nonsense to lie to him.

Dou Hongxiang was a little surprised, "Does the young man like Peking Opera very much?"

"I understand a little bit, if I like it, I like it." He Lingsheng replied quickly.

Seeing him close his eyes, Dou Hongxiang said, "Young man's eyes...?"

Ruan Zhe rushed to answer, "It's okay, he'll be fine after seeing a doctor in a few days..."

He Lingsheng didn't answer.

Dou Hongxiang laughed, "Okay...No kid of your age likes Peking Opera..."

"Sir, don't say that..."

"Hey, I can't afford to say 'Mr.', I just have to call you grandma, grandma dear! Haha..." Dou Hongxiang obviously prefers He Lingsheng, and Ruan Zhe himself is not qualified to be called "grandma"...

"Which one do you like? Pick it out and give it to you!"

Before He Lingsheng could refuse, Ruan Zhe rushed to say, "Thank you grandma!"

He Lingsheng had no choice but to smile apologetically.Dou Hongxiang sat on the stone bench and drank tea first.

Ruan Zhe brought him many pieces, pink ones, blue ones and bright yellow ones, and He Lingsheng shook his head when he touched them.

Ruan Zhe asked him quietly, "What do you want?"

"...Jiang Yuyi is like that." He Lingsheng also whispered.

Ruan Zhe tapped the palm of his hand, "Um...this?" He took a costume of Yu Ji from "Farewell My Concubine".

Bright yellow embroidered with red flowers, white cranes and emerald leaves, the edge of the cloak is glazed blue, the cloud shoulders are blue, decorated with small red silk tassels, the cuffs are narrowed, and the tiger's head is embroidered with gold thread on the fish hanging around the waist.

It's just that the costumes are obviously very old. Although they are well maintained, they still have signs of age.

He Lingsheng touched it, "This is..."

"This is Yu Ji's, right? I still recognize this." Ruan Zhe touched the parts that seemed to be in bad condition.

"I can't wear this..." He Lingsheng couldn't laugh or cry, this is too classic, how can I wear that feeling...

Dou Hongxiang saw that the two of them had picked out, so she came over and took a look, "Yu Ji? I haven't sung it...it's pretty good! It's a waste of time to leave this dress here, so I might as well give it to you and change it for me." Grandma, look!"

He Lingsheng was startled, "This won't work..."

"You can wear it as long as you want! I'll help you put it on..." Ruan Zhe excitedly held He Lingsheng's hand with the costume.

Dou Hongxiang glanced at the hands held by the two, took a sip of tea, and said nothing.

He Lingsheng was hastily stripped of his clothes, but before he could resist he was put on a costume indiscriminately, so he had to take it off and put it on again.

"...Is this how you wear it? Isn't it buttoned on the outside? Are you wearing it backwards..."

"Shut up." Annoyed, He Ling took the cloak from Ruan Zhe.

"Close it... I will do this! I'll make it for you..." Ruan Zhe pulled the strap of the cloak, pulled He Lingsheng a little, and took a step forward, less than [-] centimeters away from Ruan Zhe's face .

Ruan Zhe fastened the cloak attentively, and squeezed He Lingsheng's shoulders with both hands, "Isn't that good? It's just that you don't look like a woman, so it's a bit strange to wear this..."

He Lingsheng took his hand off, "You asked me to try it, and you said it was strange."

"That's what I said..." Ruan Zhe touched the cloud shoulders on He Lingsheng's chest again, and He Lingsheng unnaturally knocked off his increasingly excessive hand, "Get dressed, take me out."

Ruan Zhe suddenly remembered something, "You don't wear a head mask or anything? You only wear clothes and don't even draw your face..."

"Mister won't give me the hair..." He hesitated, "...is it really not good-looking?"

He Lingsheng couldn't see it himself, so he still didn't have the confidence.

Ruan Zhe thought about it, looking at He Lingsheng from head to toe, "...it's not like..."

He Lingsheng smiled, "Of course not, I don't have that temperament..."

Ruan Zhe was stunned again, He Lingsheng seemed to smile at him a little too many times today...

Dou Hongxiang thinks it's okay, after all, He Lingsheng's figure is considered to be a relatively thin young man, although his temperament is a bit cold, but when he smiles, it's like breaking the ice, and he immediately becomes gentle. Dou Hongxiang likes this temperament very much.

Soft but not soft, coquettish but not charming, it is the best appearance.

Dou Hongxiang smiled, "Okay, I've got my clothes on, I'll teach you how to walk first, you go forward first, wherever I move this branch, you just lean your ankles, the stride is as small as possible, and slower ..."

Ruan Zhe sat under the tree and watched He Lingsheng walk over and over again, pinching the sleeves or the edge of the cloak with both hands. Dou Hongxiang taught him how to look like a Danjiao. In terms of acting, He Lingsheng is a talent.

"Arms to... raise your elbows a little bit, waist to that side, sink down, lower, lower... don't shake, this foot is a little further south..."

If He Lingsheng wants to play Jiang Yuyi, he must know a few simple movements, but the one taught by Dou Hongxiang is too difficult, He Lingsheng's waist is about to be broken, and he can't do what Dou Hongxiang wants.

The scene where Yu Ji dances the sword is actually the most amazing part. Passionate, decisive, mournful, and beautiful are all kneaded in the movements, and if there is any lack of it, it is like an imitation.

"Turn around, turn your back around, turn your hands over your head... just tap your feet... turn around..."

……

When Ruan Zhe woke up, it was already dark, and He Lingsheng stood alone with his cloak off, and his hair was tied in a small braid, which should have been braided by Dou Hongxiang.

Dou Hong was not around, and He Lingsheng was alone.

Ruan Zhe rubbed his eyes and saw that He Lingsheng raised his arm hesitantly, tapped the ground with his toes, and turned around as soon as his waist softened. The orchid fingers were still a little green, and he turned around without stopping, as if following the length of the erhu. The sound was normal, and he moved in small steps, then stood still and covered his face with his orchid fingers.

The bright yellow costume embroidered with colorful paintings is particularly vivid in the slowly falling night.

Ruan Zhe was dumbfounded, and He Lingsheng put down his hands a little dejectedly, always feeling that he could not learn well.

He Lingsheng turned around and bumped into Ruan Zhe's arms.

"Ah..." He Lingsheng was concentrating, startled, "...it's you..."

Ruan Zhe tilted his head, and suddenly called out, "He Lingsheng."

He Lingsheng raised his head slightly.

A kiss fell on the lips, and even the heartbeat was too late to hide.

The author has something to say:

Now that the management is strict, the kiss may also be locked... I'm afraid...

If I have a chance, I would really like to draw a male version of Yuji and Bawang, wearing only costumes and no headgear, it feels so good...

I like "Farewell My Concubine" played by Leslie Cheung, but I'm not a brother fan because I only like Cheng Dieyi played by him...

Peking Opera is really great, I hope more young people like Peking Opera...

Originally, He Lingsheng is suitable for wearing black Tsing Yi, which looks serious, but emmm forgive the stupid author for his little selfishness...

I still hope that the first kiss will wear Yu Ji's costume QAQ

Shengsheng: Where am I?who I am?

Ruan Zhe: woc what am I doing?Why am I suddenly...? ? ?Laozi's first kiss QAQ