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Today is not a good day, Shao Youguang is talking about the play with the actors quickly.

The stage in the drama center was not big, and the script was not what he wanted to produce. The producer approached him, gave him money, and gave him the script, and he took it.In fact, this is the case, Shao Youguang is very poor now.

Poor people have poor aspirations.Ten years ago, when he was in high spirits, he would never have imagined that he would be this virtuous today.He thought he had calmly accepted this fact long ago, but he was still short of breath. He didn't understand how an undergraduate student who graduated from the School of Drama with dignity for four years couldn't even stand on the stage.

The female number one was looking at him with a confused and embarrassed face: "Guide Guang, there are too many lines in your new script that I can't remember."

Shao Youguang scolded the actors without mercy, and the little girl in front looked like she was about to cry when her eyes became fierce.He looked impatiently into her red eyes, her nose was too high, and the root of the mountain was unnaturally raised.Must have bumped the nose, he thought.

That's right, everyone in this era wants to become famous overnight, and want to make hit idol dramas, who would be willing to suffer on the stage of drama.

Whatever was on his mind, he said it out of his mouth.The girl's family couldn't bear this kind of grievance, she turned around and ran away crying, and the little actor who played a supporting role next to her immediately chased after her.Shao Youguang didn't bother to care about it, and he felt even more upset. He didn't even have the ability to resist pressure and he was still an actor.

The show premieres tomorrow, and the lights are facing the cue and light positions on the console, and the scene is flickering. Shao Youguang leans on the edge of the stage building and lights a cigarette. Actually, smoking is not allowed in the theater, but he is really addicted to cigarettes. One sachet a day as a base, sometimes I can’t bear it during the rehearsal, I will take two sips and kill it immediately.He actually thought it was funny, there was no choreography from the beginning to the end of this scene, and the lighting was basically white light, so there was no meaning to the light.But he still called the young man in charge of the lighting to the stage, and asked him to step on the ladder one by one to the light poles more than ten meters high to face the light.

"There's nothing wrong with that." The kid in the light replied dissatisfied.

Shao Youguang sneered: "There is nothing wrong with Dabai Guang, go up, this is a respect for the stage."

Those young people who have just graduated and practiced are full of theoretical knowledge, how do they know that stage lighting is the externalization of emotion.How can darkness, filled with light and filled with light, be expressed by a single light?They don't know the meaning of the light at all.Shao Youguang is notoriously bad-tempered, with an unprovoked expression written all over his face. Everyone in the crew is very knowledgeable, and no one comes to talk to him.

"Fuck, nothing goes right," he thought.

Looking around, he saw the next unlucky ghost who bumped into the muzzle - the dance director Lao Ma.He has known Lao Ma for many years, and he has been with Shao Youguang University since.Speaking of which, the old horse is a year older than him, but he always likes to follow their gang's shouting of Brother Guang.

As soon as the old horse looked at him, he immediately turned his eyes guiltily.

"Old horse, come here at once..."

"Hey, I'll answer the phone first." Lao Ma's cell phone rang just now, and he waved his hands eagerly to answer the phone.

After coming back after a while, he threw himself into Shao Youguang's trap a little excitedly, and shouted: "Guard, I found it! I finally found what you wanted!"

Shao Youguang immediately understood what he found.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and said in his heart that he finally had something that went well with him today.The new play in the drama center is a period play, and the props in it used old notebooks. The dance director assistant ran out and searched in the flea market for several days. Seeing that the play was about to start its premiere, I finally found it. .

"Okay, we'll go through the whole process again in five minutes."

"Okay!" The old horse was in a good mood, and went happily, "Come on, come on, get ready and let's go again soon..."

So when the dance director's assistant ran over in a panic, the heroine on the stage was reciting lines in rhythmic rhythms—do you think this crabapple flower is annoying?It wants to drive into the house.

Shao Youguang couldn't bear it anymore and shouted: "Is it okay to have some feelings, you are implying your love, love! It's not going to die."

He softened his tone as patiently as possible.At this moment, the dance director's assistant timidly called out "Director" from behind.

Shao Youguang doesn't know where the producer recruited the kid to be his assistant. It seems that he has just entered university not long ago. He seems to be in charge of learning art. He is usually in charge of moving props and changing scenes in the group. Shao Youguang has a bad temper. As we all know, children don't dare to talk to him.

"Director, you, do you read this job?"

He handed over a red plastic bag, the cheapest in the wholesale market, with a hard-shell notebook crumpled inside.

Shao Youguang opened it and saw that the light green cover was almost faded, and many places were whitish, scratched, and water stained. He flipped through it casually, and the pages inside were all yellow, loose and brittle , actually written densely, with blue ink.

Enough broken, enough age.

Shao Youguang casually handed it to the old horse next to him, and asked him to take it to the backstage prop box and arrange the number.

In a blink of an eye, he saw the assistant child looking at him eagerly.

Shao Youguang thought to himself, what to look at, and boasted dryly: "Okay, it's good."

The child is stepping into the society with one foot, and is happy to be praised by the seniors.Shao Youguang looked at his back, and shouted angrily: "Remember to ask the production for reimbursement for the round-trip fare."

"Understood, thank you director!" The child turned his head and smiled brightly at him.

The drama on the stage continued to move forward. Shao Youguang thought that no matter how bad the drama was, as long as he stood in front of the stage for one day, he had to concentrate on performing his duties as a director.

At this moment, he was rarely distracted.The child's face was so young and full of vigor that he couldn't help but think of his youthful days in college, which must have been ten years ago.

How wonderful it was back then. A group of friends rehearsed together every day or two, everything, including Shakespeare, Spring Willow, and avant-garde dramas. Absurd, anti-plot, immersive, they played at that time For the rest, the black box theater on the top floor of the Director's Building of the Academy of Drama was their world. There was a performance of "A Midsummer Night's Dream". Watching a play among them.At that time, he and Wumei stayed up for three full nights before drawing those scenes that were fake and real.

At that time, Shao Youguang still felt that the future was bright no matter what. He actually didn't think so much, and he didn't plan to be a famous director, he just wanted to be able to do what he liked.

But who knows, Shao Youguang, who was flourishing on campus in high spirits back then, is now bent for a little director's fee.

When the stage came to a climax, the actress cried out desperately. Shao Youguang came back to his senses and didn't interrupt this time.

After the performance, Shao Youguang clapped his hands: "Okay, that's it for today."

As usual, there is a daily summary meeting. For Shao Youguang, it is not so much a summary meeting as it is a criticism meeting.From actors to lighting to costume props, every link has faults.Everyone was visibly relieved when it was over.

"Okay, okay, let's go quickly, come early tomorrow afternoon, and the premiere will be tonight." Shao Youguang was not bothered by the lack of sight of the people in this room, and just wanted to drive them away quickly.

Of course, they didn't need him to chase them away, and the building was emptied after a while.Before leaving, the old horse asked him if he wanted to go with him, and he happened to take him for a ride.Shao Youguang refused mercilessly, saying that he had something to do.

In fact, he is just idle, so there are so many things to do after finishing his work.It's just because it's raining outside today, but it's overcast but not gray, and everything under the sky is a cool green color.Shao Youguang likes this weather very much, he just wants to take a walk in the rain.

The vicious and machismo Director Shao did such a romantic and girlish thing, I am afraid that everyone in the crew will laugh out loud.

So Shao Youguang was the last one to leave, and he went to the backstage to check as usual.The props and costumes were all in the box, and the old notebook probably fell to the ground because of the carelessness of the dance manager assistant who packed the props.The light green is a little more dirty, looking pitiful.Shao Youguang picked it up and shook it.The cover is really mottled, he thought inexplicably, it seems that the previous owner didn't cherish it very much.Then he opened the notebook again.

The blue ink is beautiful, but the strokes are heavy, as if there is some hatred and bitterness.Shao Youguang felt a little strange. He didn't know why. Facing this word, he felt like meeting an old friend.

This feeling attracted him to read word by word.

The first line reads, April 4th, the weather is fine.Shao Youguang knew that this was a diary.

He then looked down and saw that the person who wrote the diary wrote——

"It's spring, and the crabapple flowers in the yard next door have come into my house. But Shao Youguang never comes to play with me."

"Shao Youguang is the person I like."

The author says:

Open a new pit! "Do you think this crabapple flower is annoying or not? It even wants to come into the house." This sentence was written in a daze, and I couldn't think of any good lines, so I borrowed "Returning People on a Snowy Night" "The dialogue of "I wrote it later and echoed it as I wrote it.The essence is still drama Amway)