Costume Mountains and Rivers

There is a saying that a bitch is ruthless and an actor is ungrateful. He is both an actor and a bitch, so he should be ruthless and ungrateful.

These words are actually taken out of context. For example, a bitch, before being crushed by thousands of people, might have waited for her lover under the wall on a dewy morning; Probably also looking forward to an encounter, but how can the world compare with the magnificence in the play?If you look at too many illusions, the reality will be extraordinarily ugly. Over time, your heart will become a stubborn stone, which cannot be easily shaken.

Actors and whores are both inferior, so they should take off their clothes and have sex that other people want to have, put on costumes and sing the scenes that others love to hear, only show one face, and paint thickly, whoever acts Who will become, when to cry, when to laugh, when to frown and bow down have already been stipulated, every gesture is in shackles and masks, interpreting the bitterness of others, and shedding your own tears.

If actors and bitches fall in love with the world and cannot perform well, for him, Mo Qinghe, they will lose their lives.

Not only his own life, but the lives of hundreds of people.

It's a long story.

In the spring of the 25th year of the Republic of China, Beiping.

This theater on Liuma Road in the capital is bustling with activity for several consecutive days. A string of red lanterns are lit up as soon as it gets dark. People of all ages flock in after dinner with theater tickets in their hands. Big, invited the famous actor Mo Qinghe, who is accompanying his brother to recuperate in Beidaihe, who claims to not be on stage for a year, to sing the complete version of "Wang Baochuan". A big poster was hung outside the garden, and the theater tickets were sold out within seven or eight days in advance.

At the right time, the anti-Japanese outcry across the country was intensifying, and demonstrations against the Kuomintang's policy of non-resistance were surging one after another.However, no matter how tense the situation was, people in Sijiu City still had to listen to the opera. Mo Qinghe's return was like a dose of chicken blood, making those theater fans who had been absent for more than half a year prick up their ears, eagerly looking forward to it.

Sure enough, Mo Qinghe lifted the curtain to show up, and when she glanced down, she knew that she had taken ten to ten seats. There was a crowd of people upstairs and downstairs, so crowded that there was not even a place to stand.The band tuned the strings and plucked the cables, and the huqin blared. When he opened his voice, the cheers from below almost knocked down the roof.

The two dudes in the audience were listening to the play while knocking sunflower seeds and gossiping, spitting out the shells on the ground.

"Tsk tsk, this Boss Mo is really a natural beauty. Looking at his figure and looks, even a serious girl may not be able to compare with him." The man stared at the stage, and he laughed greedily, "I heard that the price is marked, let's go back and play." Play?"

The other one was a little more stable. Hearing this, he gave a wink to the box on the second floor: "Dream your mother's daydream and see for yourself who is upstairs. This is the third night. I'm afraid Boss Mo will ...I can't run away."

The man who spoke at first heard the words and looked upstairs, and saw a sea of ​​people on the second floor, but a private seat separated by the railing was very clean, and a man in a neat military uniform sat in the middle. Small.There were more than a dozen people in the seat, some in military uniforms, long gowns, and bunts. Except for him, they didn't dare to sit down. They stood on the side serving tea and water, and the waiters were very attentive.

The man in the military uniform in the middle was in his early thirties, with a stern expression, even a little sullen. He took a sip of tea and glanced at Mo Qinghe who was working hard on the stage.

"Hey, isn't this Shen Peinan? This guy has just been awarded the title of Lieutenant General of the 54th Division. He is proud of his spring breeze. Why is he tired of being a popular person in front of Wang Zhaoming, so he came to wander around in Beiping?" The man downstairs rolled his eyes and his expression was ambiguous. Being targeted by Master Shen, it's difficult, difficult."

The people around him took up the conversation: "Shen Peinan's hobby is famous all over the world. It is said that he is very fierce in bed. Several little actors who have followed him can't stand it. I see Boss Mo's white and tender ass. But first you have to taste the horsewhip, and then try the 'human whip'."

"Tell me, hey, tell me, if the teacher plays hard tonight, will we be able to hear tomorrow's Wujiapo slope, or can't we hear it?" laugh.

An old man with white beard and hair at the next table heard this and heaved a long sigh: "The Japanese are already at the door, and they are a gang of son-of-a-bitch who are only interested in showing off and entertaining the show. The country is really hopeless." .”

A pair of old walnuts in his hands made a clicking sound, and there was a good time in the play, and everyone called for it like a whirlwind, but no one paid any attention to the old man's words.

Mo Qinghe couldn't hear the people's discussion in the audience. He was concentrating on singing an excerpt with his voice. The last one of "The Complete Works of Wang Baochuan" came to the palace.

"After kowtowing in the Golden Palace, I walked away. I couldn't help but turn my back. I smiled happily. I suddenly thought of the dragon raising his head on February [-], grooming and dressing up and going to the colorful building. I don't fight the princes and grandchildren. The hydrangea is single-handed to flatten your head. Cold Kiln Li suffered eighteen autumns, waiting to be a queen."

The vocalization is all about luck, the voice is clear and clear, without any amplifier, the pleasant voice spread from the front row to the back row, Mo Qinghe twisted her body, her eyes moved, her master taught this play to smile when she was young, Thinking of the poor and lowly husband who went back to Chang'an to be the emperor, pity her Wang Baochuan for [-] years in the cold kiln, and made her the queen, the family reunited, and stayed together forever.

What a good drama, but it's a pity that I only said half of it. Xue Pinggui married the princess of Xiliang Kingdom Daizhan in eighteen years, and was supported by the princess. The husband and wife both return the home, and the husband is divided into half, and they have to act like they are full of joy.

Every time Mo Qinghe sang this passage, thinking of Wang Baochuan's 18 years of poverty, and her lover's empathy, and even making her a child, he always felt uncomfortable.

Shen Shizuo in the stands has been a fancier for many years. Hearing Qing He's "acting", his expression couldn't help but move.

Mo Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief, the other party was a big fish that had been fishing for three days in a row, and now he was only about to bite the hook, so he didn't dare to neglect.

Hitting the castanets, tuning the strings, and the drumbeats were rushing like rain. He made a full posture, and he didn't dare to be sloppy. Finally, when the show was over, Mo Qinghe thanked his seat, and was praised by the owner of the theater all the way into the backstage. After drinking tea to moisturize my throat, I was about to remove my makeup while sitting in front of the makeup mirror.

After a play, Mo Qinghe's brain hurts from being covered with beaded rhinestones. Just as he pulled out a hairpin, the boss held down his hand and said, "Don't be busy, don't be busy, we will have guests later."

After speaking, he winked outside the room, leaned into Qinghe's ear and whispered: "Then the teacher is still waiting."

Mo Qinghe snorted frivolously, and poked the boss's forehead with an orchid finger: "I didn't know there was a customer? I have to sell sooner or later. I'm used to it, and I don't have time to set up the archway. The key is What kind of worth is it?"

The boss hurriedly apologized: "Yes, yes, Boss Mo is right, but it's been three days, and you haven't let him walk in front of you. Now, maybe you won’t be happy with Boss Mo if you turn your back on him.”

"I haven't said I'm afraid or unhappy, what are you afraid of?!" Mo Qinghe gave the boss a sharp look, "Go out first, find a few more people to stop him, speak nicely, don't offend people."

"They're all ancestors, they can't be offended..." The boss muttered all the way, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and left.

The backstage was vacated, and once the door was closed, the noise outside and the sound of gongs and drums could not be heard clearly.

Mo Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief, took off all the pearls and emeralds, twisted a hot towel to wipe the oil paint, and passed the water over and over again, finally revealing a clean face, reflected in the mirror inlaid with sandalwood, blown by the wind , trembling.

In the mirror is a very good-looking face. It is not like the makeup and charm of ordinary male actors. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as heroic. The eyes are big, deep eye sockets, surrounded by black eyelashes, the bridge of the nose is straight, and the mandible With some edges and corners, if you wear a fashionable white school uniform, you will also be a young man with a charming charm.

It's a pity that after studying drama, no one regarded him as a human being since he was a child.

He first entered Liyuanhang 15 years ago, and he was not yet called Qinghe, and he was not called Boss Mo, but he was just a thin boy with eyes as clean as a lamb. His mother sent him to the gate of the Liyuan when he was new year, and said, "Shaoxuan, you have to listen to the master, and my mother will come to see you during the Chinese New Year."

Then my mother left. After going away for more than ten years, she never came back.

Thirteen years later, he changed from Mo Shaoxuan to Mo Boss, Mo Qinghe.

The doorway of the low class, the actor's appearance is beautiful, if he doesn't have a backstage in private, he will be ridden by others, especially the male actors, who are coveted by many dudes on weekdays, but they are just for food. One, bad luck, one after another.

The most thankless job in this world is probably acting. Mo Qinghe only remembers a large group of children without parents crowded in a dilapidated house. It is always winter. Jujube trees cross arms and legs. It is dull white, a little blue, sleeps in a big bunk, has lice in the quilt, and the children are in rags, and the food is always without oil. Whoever talks about eating dumplings during the Chinese New Year, the saliva can flow all the way to the padded jacket.

Practicing rounding the field, clamping fast bricks between legs, grinding the thighs bloody, listening to the memorization of every word in the recitation test, and hitting the board ten times with a wrong word, practicing handstand against the wall, sweat dripping away Xia Lian, even the best face looks like a gourd. When he practiced on a cold night, the carvings on the window lattices were covered with snow, and when he opened his mouth, he would breathe white air.

It's just like this day and night, having endured hardships, being a "servant", and finally becoming popular, there is a special car to pick you up when you go out, and you have your own backstage wherever you go, no one can enter without his permission, At present, this square room is full of piles, with a set of costumes hanging on the wall, heads and faces, emerald pearl flowers, rouge and gouache on the table, and hot towels sprinkled with toilet water on the washbasin stand. A cover, iron post.

As for those extras, they were all sitting crowded together on the floor of the outer hall, and several people couldn't snatch them with a mirror.

The skylight shone into the room through the frosted glass window lattice, but it was still not bright, and it took several lamps to see clearly. Boss Mo opened his red robe, revealing the snow-white water jacket underneath, and took advantage of this free time to refresh his mind.

A thin arm was exposed under the sleeve of the robe, with slender fingers, holding the peony teapot, tilting his head to drink tea from the spout.

There was a commotion in the corridor outside.

"Why do you feel uncomfortable now, didn't you sing well just now?"

The boss was obsequious and tried to make amends: "The rules in this show, no matter how uncomfortable you are, you can't lose your dignity in front of the audience. I just took a breath when the show was over. Please forgive me, forgive me."

Mo Qinghe narrowed his eyes, took out a locked wooden box at the bottom of the cabinet, opened the lock with a click, and took out a black imitation Browning pistol, held it in his hand for a while, and just brought the pistol Shuan, after thinking about it, put it back again.

It's better to be more cautious, first find out the details of Shen Peinan.

The noise was getting closer and closer.

"Boom!"

The front door was kicked open.

Hearing the sound before the people arrived, someone shouted loudly: "Isn't it just an actor, what kind of airs are you putting on, our master is willing to wait to save you face, and if you don't want to wait, it's just a matter of one sentence to abolish your theater... ..."

A young soldier rushed in recklessly, he jumped when he raised his head, and saw that the backstage of the theater was painted in vermilion for a "red" color head. , a handsome man in a red robe was staring at him with a smile that was not a smile, he bowed and saluted, and his posture was as beautiful as a lotus flower blown by the wind.

Xiaobing got stuck, and choked back the second half of the sentence, his face flushed red.

The boss also staggered into the door, hid behind the soldier, and kept winking at Mo Qinghe with a sour face.

Mo Qinghe was used to this posture, she didn't panic at all, she first smiled and rolled her eyes: "What's the matter? Who upset the people around our teacher seat, tell me, I'll settle the score with him."

The little adjutant hadn't been on duty for long, and he wasn't used to dealing with men like Mo Qinghe, so he didn't know whether to treat him like a woman or give him a beating first, so he stuck his neck and yelled: " The boss said you are not feeling well, but I think you are doing well, so pack up your things and leave, Master Shen is still waiting."

"Hey, that's unlucky." Mo Qinghe tugged at the water jacket, "Look, I've removed half of my make-up, and I haven't changed my clothes. It's not easy to see people. Otherwise, please tell me and let the teacher sit down Go back and rest first, and when I finish singing tomorrow, I will definitely drink with him."

"Stop doing this!" Xiao Bing stomped his feet angrily, "Our division commander came here from Nanjing on official business, and we waited for you for three days, and you always find reasons to shirk, deliberately not paying attention to people!"

"Look at what you said, where do I have the guts?" Qing He poured a glass of water and handed it to Xiao Bing, then wiped the sweat from his forehead with her fingertips, and said softly: "Mr. What kind of talent, I think he thinks hard, but the throat is really not good, if you go there and can't speak or sing, won't you offend someone and make the teacher angry for nothing?"

Xiao Bing was panicked by his series of intimate actions, and he didn't know what the taste of the tea was, so he stumbled for a moment. Seeing that he would not respond, Mo Qinghe made his own opinion: "Then let's do this first." , you go back and tell the teacher, I will definitely visit tomorrow."

As soon as the words fell, a deep voice suddenly sounded from the door: "No need."

"I will come by myself."