Did the celebrity fall today? [Entertainment]

Zhuang Jing was wearing a white gown, dyed back his black hair, and only had a plain face, which was as eye-catching as a bright pearl.

Especially the pair of well-shaped eyes, unlike before, they were always in a daze, but filled with complex and difficult emotions, and they were naturally romantic.

In just two or three shots, he made people believe in his character—Wang Yuanhong, a folk opera artist in the Republic of China who lives on the flyover and has experienced the hot and cold world without changing his heart.

The audience who were ready to laugh were already stunned, and some even asked in disbelief, "Is this person really Zhuang Jing?"

But soon, even the whispers disappeared, and everyone concentrated on watching the play.

Jin Hong couldn't take his eyes off the stage, just like he couldn't take his eyes off that person before.

Memories are as fresh as yesterday.Under the red wall, the young man wore a moon-white gown, unfolded a fan carefully, his eyes were brighter than pearls, and two very shallow dimples were exposed: "Zhuang Huan, that's a really nice name."

At that time, Jin Hong himself was not very old, so he suppressed the joy in his heart and put on an old-fashioned look: "Jing, the brilliance of jade. I think it suits you very well."

The young man wanted to salute and thank him, but Jin Hong did his best and helped him up: "Xiao Wuer, you and I are welcome."

His hand touched the young man's thin and slender body, and his heart suddenly became full, like a skylark jumping around in its internal organs, eager to rush out of the shackles and fly above the blue smoke and white clouds.

So many years have passed, his every frown and smile, every joy and anger, will always be engraved in the memories of his youth, with bright and moving colors.

The blood all over his body returned to his heart, and he was trapped in the narrow three-inch space again, with several ups and downs, unable to calm down.

The drama on the stage is still going on.

Wang Yuanhong had already entered the courtyard, and had finished recalling the years of acquaintance and friendship with Shao Qi, and finally it was time to clarify the purpose of today.

He asked Shao Qi why he wanted to associate with the Japanese, did he really lose the integrity of the Chinese?

Shaoqi naturally has many unspeakable secrets, but he can only lie to his only confidant in his life.

After He Yaodong finished his supposed lines, he raised his head and drank a glass of wine, crying and laughing: "Ah, I love my country, but does the country love me?!"

Zhuang Jing played in a second.

Even he knew that this was a sentence from Mr. Lao She's "Tea House", and it was used by He Yaodong to add to the drama, but it was too abrupt and the emotion was not continuous.

Fortunately, Zhuang Jing has decades of stage performance experience and has always been known for his steady words, so he properly used his own reactions to pull back the rhythm.

He has done five or six times in this performance, which can be called a rescue.

He Yaodong was still immersed in his emotions as usual.When it came to the emotional part, he stood up suddenly and slammed the wine glass on the ground, the fragments splashed everywhere, and one piece almost brushed Zhuang Jing's face, which shocked Zhuang Jing.

He Yaodong roared in pain: "I used to be a rich and well-clothed prince! After the Qing Dynasty was over, they took everything away from me. Why? Now I just want to get back everything I had before. Is it wrong? ?”

Zhuang Jing stood up, stood shoulder to shoulder with him, looked him straight in the eyes and asked in a deep voice, "Then can you recognize the thief as your father?"

These words made He Yaodong silent for a long time.

Just when the rhythm was about to break, He Yaodong seemed to have made up his mind and said, "Does a person like you know what a father and son are, and what is loyalty, filial piety, and righteousness?"

He raised his hand and pointed at Zhuang Jing's nose: "You are just a low-level actor who performs on Tianqiao. If the Qing Dynasty is still alive, how can it be your turn to give me pointers?"

He Yaodong also seemed to be emotional at this time, his eyes turned scarlet, and the entanglement and pain were inadvertently revealed.

These words and this look seemed to hurt Zhuang Jing, making him take a step back involuntarily.

As soon as he retreated, the staff at the scene hissed softly.It turned out that Zhuang Jing was wearing thin-soled cloth shoes, and pieces of porcelain had been stuck in them. The blood had already soaked the ground the size of a thumb through the cloth shoes.

He Yaodong said: "You go, what I owe you, when I get back what I should get back, I will pay you back ten times and a hundred times."

Wang Yuanhong smiled: "You princes and nobles always think that you are born superior, and you see us poor people as bedbugs in the gutter. But now it is the Republic of China, and it is not your turn to suck the bones and marrow."

"Don't pay back what you owe me. I think Japanese things are dirty."

"Today, you and I will cut off our robes and we will never see each other again!" Wang Yuanhong straightened her spine and walked out of the yard. Blood spots were like plum blossoms sprinkled along the long way, looking shocking.

After he disappeared, Shao Qi sat down blankly. After a long time, a line of tears flowed down his face from the corner of his eyes.

"Cut!" The screen goes black and the segment ends.

In the camera aimed at the tutor, Jin Hong's face is expressionless, except for the slight redness of the eye sockets.

Where the camera couldn't see, his hand held the beads tightly, and the red thread was wrapped around the palm, cutting out a pale color.

He is familiar with Zhuang Jing, and even more familiar with Zhangshanghong.The original Zhuang Jing couldn't play such a role anyway, and only another person could play it.

After 3 minutes, He Yaodong and Zhuang Jing took the stage, and the audience gave them warm applause.

Seeing the audience, He Yaodong wanted to help Zhuang Jing, but he declined.He walked to the front of the stage with a natural gait, without any trace of injury.

The host first asked with concern: "Zhuang Jing, how are your feet?"

"It's been bandaged, it's just a small injury." Zhuang Jing replied.I really don't think there is anything wrong. When I was a child, I practiced stilts, wrapped my feet with white cloth, and pressed the weight of my whole body on the thumb-sized wooden chips. I stood on the bricks for two hours.He suffered so many injuries at that time that now he feels that there is nothing worth crying out for.

"Let us once again thank the assistant guest Zhuang Jing for his contribution with applause!" The host proposed, and the audience applauded again.Zhuang Jing respectfully bowed to the audience in the applause, and the applause couldn't stop.

From Zhuang Jing's point of view, this is just a thank you to his parents for food and clothing. From He Yaodong's point of view, this is just stealing his limelight, making the host completely forget the existence of him as the protagonist.

He also didn't want Zhuang Jing to be hurt by throwing the cup, so he made another note of Zhuang Jing in his heart.

Actress Wu Nianwei commented first.She wiped away her tears and gave a high evaluation.But for some reason, she deliberately ignored Zhuang Jing, and instead gave He Yaodong all the compliments.

"Yaodong and I are also old acquaintances. This play let me see a mature actor's devotion to acting and the passion he should have. I saw in you the helplessness and great love for the country of a prince at the end of the road. You let me I believed in the character Shaoqi, thank you!"

"Yuan Ke is the director." The host called the names.

"I'm not satisfied with this script." Unexpectedly, Yuan Ke's first sentence was criticism.

"Yaodong, you acted too hard. It can be seen that you have passion, but this passion is not in line with the identity and ideas of the character Shaoqi. You want to express too many things, and the explosion is too early, which leads to the front The rhythm is messed up, and you didn't get into the play until the end, you have to thank your opponent for this, if there is no Zhuang Jing, this play might fail."

"As for Zhuang Jing, you are more handsome than I imagined." As soon as Yuan Ke's words fell to the ground, the audience laughed.After all, Xianjun's emoji packs are swiping the screen recently, and everyone immediately thought of those hideous expressions.

Zhuang Jing also smiled, his peach blossom eyes curved, revealing a pair of small dimples.

"Especially your eyes, eyes, every look of yours is very attractive. And the feeling of your body is right, you don't feel like you are acting, but you are such an entertainer who sings drums during the Republic of China .If there is an opportunity, we can cooperate in the future.”

Yuan Ke is a well-known director with awards and box office guarantees in today's film industry. His words carry a lot of weight.

There was thunderous applause.

Zhuang Jing said: "Thank you, mentor, we will definitely cooperate when we have the opportunity in the future."

With Zhangshanghong's status in the opera world, whoever he said this to would be overjoyed and feel honored.But Zhuang Jing is just a little artist who is black all over the Internet, no matter how he hears this sentence, he is a bit overconfident.

Many actors at the scene were envious and jealous, while secretly despising Zhuang Jingshun.He Yaodong's face beside him was even more livid, almost unable to hide his emotions.

"Director Wang Xiao'an, this is the play you originally directed. Mr. Xiao Mingran, the original actor of our Wang Yuanhong, is also present. How do you see this play?"

Wang Xiaoan said: "Although the character Wang Yuanhong appeared in only three episodes, he is actually a very dramatic and charming character, and played a very important role in the key point of Shao Qi's transformation. From this point of view, I think today's clip is a success.

A prince with a noble status actually has a heart-to-heart relationship with a low-level actor, and the prince still needs the help of the actor, which creates a conflict of identity and a sense of dislocation.My two characters actually have prototypes in this relationship, namely Baylor Zaihong and the famous actress Zhang Shanghong. "

Zhuang Jing: ...

Jin Hong:.

He looked at Zhuang Jing on the stage, he was expressionless, with a smile on his lips, unable to guess his emotions.

Zhuang Jing thought to himself, Zaihong and Shaoqi are not the same kind of people at all, Zaihong will not let himself fall into such a miserable situation.Even if he is unfortunate, he can find joy in life under any situation.If he lived in Shaoqi's small courtyard, he would definitely plant flowers in the small courtyard, and hang a pair of indigo and red indigo under the eaves.

Wang Xiaoan went on to popularize the history of the past with the audience: "Zaihong was kind to Zhangshanghong, and the two were childhood sweethearts, and they fell in love with each other. After the fall of the former Qing Dynasty, Zaihong took refuge in the Japanese, and Zhangshanghong angrily broke up with him. Until 1943 In [-], Zaihong's identity as a member of the secret party was exposed and he was brutally murdered by the Japanese. Only then did Zhang Shanghong understand Zaihong's tolerance and righteousness, and risked his life to collect his body in the suburbs to erect a monument for him. So you see, even low-level actors have Great love and righteousness."

Jin Hong, who has always been cue to him before speaking, took the initiative to raise the microphone: "Director Wang Xiaoan's words are wrong."

Wang Xiaoan's face froze slightly, but he quickly adjusted and asked sincerely, "How do you say it?"

Jin Hong said: "Pocket Red is an outstanding Peking Opera artist. Words such as actor and low class are an insult to him. During the Anti-Japanese War, he taught behind closed doors, and created many performances for students to reflect the suffering of the war and reflect patriotism. Even if Jae Hong is not buried, he is also a model of patriotic entertainers at that time."

Zhuang Jing was slightly startled, and turned his eyes to Jin Hong, thinking that this kid is really good, but he didn't expect that there would be someone who understood him like this 70 years later.

The host smoothed things over: "It seems that Mr. Jin is still a fan of Master Palm Red."

Jin Hong nodded and did not deny it.

The host took advantage of the situation and asked Jin Hong what he thought of this clip, and Jin Hong said: "My lord is so stupid."

Then he turned to Zhuang Jing, and set his eyes on his eyes that were not smiling but affectionate: "Zhuang Jing, you remind me of an old friend."