Back to the Republic of China as a director

As soon as the cold north wind passed, the sky in the capital turned a gloomy mouse gray color, and the light snow fell, covering the dust that filled the streets.Although it seldom snows in Beijing in winter, only a few people can rejoice over the snowflakes.

The whistle of the train, the jingle of the tram, the cries and calls of various vendors, the bracelet bells for selling medicine, the small drums for collecting old things, and the clappers for selling oil... Long and short, they penetrated into the whole capital together. in the alleys of different sizes.

There is no spring and autumn in the capital, and the gloomy winter usually comes suddenly, and people will hurriedly put on leather clothes to keep out the cold.

Or like Ji Shuangyu, wrapped in the only semi-hollow padded robe she has.The reason why I say 'semi-hollow' is because there is still a little cotton in the clothes, but it can fill half of the space, which is not completely miserable...

All of Ji Shuangyu's hair was hidden in the felt hat, revealing only a fair and beautiful face like the first snow under the eaves, and her pupils were half-hidden by black and thick eyelashes. In contrast, the pupils were lighter in color, but clear and energetic , such as colored glaze shining on the moon.

He bowed his head and folded his hands, and like the other seven or eight people, he followed his neighbor Jiang Sanjin into the gate of Changle Theater.

Jiang Sanjin glanced at Ji Shuangyu's lowered face, and said in a bit of bewilderment, "You work on the streets in winter and summer, why have you gained so much weight for nothing?"

Ji Shuangyu's face is definitely not fat, and she even lost weight because of not eating well these days.But Jiang Sanjin didn't know how to describe it, it might be more accurate to call it delicate.

A few days ago, Ji Shuangyu had been wrapped in a scarf, so she couldn't see it, but now that she has no cover, she can see it clearly.

Different from the sallow and thin complexion of the poor who are full and hungry, they are more like children raised with rice and eggs, with a tall and straight figure and wide eyebrows and eyes, and they are even stronger.

Although the facial features were similar to before, Jiang Sanjin felt that Ji Shuangyu's appearance was many times astonishing, and his vocabulary was limited. He didn't know how to say it, so he only choked out the word "white and fat", subconsciously subconsciously applying the highest aesthetic in his heart.

Ji Shuangyu said without changing his expression, "Uncle Jiang, it's frozen. I left the scarf for my younger siblings."

Knowing that his parents died of illness, Jiang Sanjin nodded with emotion as he raised several younger siblings by himself.It was also because of Ji Shuangyu's pity that Jiang Sanjin wanted to help his neighbor and bring him to the theater to earn money.

Jiang Sanjin ate this bowl of rice from Liyuanxing, which was popular, that is to say, he was playing tricks.After working for a long time, he has a plan in mind and has become a leader.Some small tricks on the stage do not need to be experts, and laymen can also be used to make up the number, as long as he, the leader, can explain the movements on the stage clearly.

He often recruits poor friends, especially those who don't have a regular job.Not only this one theater, but also several stages and theaters where he sings opera, and he runs around with the actors.

As long as he is in charge, there will be no troubles on stage, so all troupes are willing to cooperate with him.

But Jiang Sanjin didn't know that this Ji Shuangyu was no longer that "Ji Shuangyu"!

This Ji Shuangyu was born in the 21st century and is a director by profession.Born in a literary and artistic family, he worked on various studios and theaters, and he was in his prime.Just before wearing it, the box office of the new film was a big hit, and there was still a celebration banquet.

After drinking too much at the celebration banquet, and then waking up, it was nearly a hundred years ago.The family is destitute, and there are four younger brothers and sisters who are howling with hunger, and they look like they are all dependent on him.The only son, Ji Shuangyu, had never seen such a scene before.

Why is he so pale and tender?Because he is wearing ah!

At first Ji Shuangyu thought it was a soul wear, but after touching the flannel pajamas on her body and looking at her light-colored hair that had been dyed in the mirror, she immediately became convinced that she was wearing it. However, in this era, there is also a person named "Ji Shuangyu" who even has long hair. It's about the same as him.

——I don't know if the "Ji Shuangyu" here is exchanged with him, and it has been a hundred years later.

When she first wore it, Ji Shuangyu pretended to have a sore throat and fooled around for a few days, and gradually got out the situation from the mouths of the children at home, and also recognized the neighbors.

These days, he has been wrapping his dyed hair tightly and waiting for the black hair to grow out. He doubts that there is no hair dye yet.After all, he was unfamiliar with the place, so he was afraid of attracting strange attention.

According to Ji Shuangyu's guess, he suspects that this is a parallel universe, because the historical trend seems to be inconsistent, maybe that Ji Shuangyu is him in the parallel universe.

Ji Shuangyu wakes up every day, looking forward to returning to her apartment bed, and then wakes up hungry and disappointed to drink cold water.

Too poor, his family is really too poor!

Even if there is a cylinder of rice at home, he can calm down and appreciate the world a hundred years ago.But hungry, how can I think about it, Ji Shuangyu has never had such a day when she can't eat any minced meat for ten days and a half months.

Even if he could go back one day, he had to guarantee that he would not starve to death before then.

It turned out that Ji Shuangyu seemed to be a coolie doing odd jobs on the street, unable to save much savings, and had no job opportunities since winter.He was thinking about what he could do, when his kind neighbor, Uncle Jiang, said he could take him to play tricks.

At that time, Ji Shuangyu was overjoyed, and he was playing tricks. That was also going to the set, a place he was familiar with.

As long as he has the opportunity to go in, he is afraid that he will not have the opportunity to earn more money by his skills. He is a director, he also knows photography, and he has worked on sets and theaters, and he also knows about all kinds of related work.

It was only later that I realized that I had misunderstood—the word "playing tricks" was originally a word borrowed from the opera industry.

What Jiang Sanjin said by playing tricks was going to the theater, not the movie set.

Then at least I can make some money, even though I only play a small part of the show every day, and take it back for the family to eat, I am still very poor and hungry...

How can I eat meat?

"I really want to eat meat." Ji Shuangyu whispered.

"Why are you muttering?" asked the passer-by who was playing tricks together, and was shocked when Ji Shuangyu raised his eyes, "Why are the circles under his eyes red?"

Ji Shuangyu: "It's nothing, I feel so poor."

Passerby: "..."

Uh, very poor.

Everyone is poor, but Ji Shuangyu's family is poor because they have many children and no adults, so they are all crying for poverty...

Passers-by pondered: "If you have studied opera and can sing, not to mention whether you can become a good actor, at least you can earn more than you do now." After all, just looking at this face, the appearance is not bad.

After saying this, Jiang Sanjin, who was overheard, glared, "You're the only one who talks too much."

Jiang Sanjin knew that "Ji Shuangyu"'s parents were also from a scholarly family, and died of poverty and illness only when the family was in poverty.Ji Shuangyu, as the eldest son who had enjoyed a few days of blessings, was reduced to a low-level job to beg for food, and he probably felt uncomfortable enough.

But Ji Shuangyu just smiled: "It's just my tone deafness."

The time and space are different, the former Ji Shuangyu didn't know why, but the one who grew up in modern times didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

Everyone is equal, without occupational discrimination.

Besides, he is a film director himself, but there are elders in his family who are also engaged in the traditional opera industry.Ji Shuangyu was also deeply affected.

It is said that these two industries have a long history in China. When movies entered China, the creation of Chinese people was mostly influenced by traditional art.The first film made by a foreigner is not the type of opera.

It can only be said that he really can't sing, he doesn't have that talent.

In fact, Ji Shuangyu has heard similar words. Many people have persuaded him to come to the screen, thinking that he has a photogenic actor's face.He was not here at that time.

When I was just making a film, there was even a foolish rich second generation who was walking around the company and saw him standing with a group of actors, pointing to him as the leading actor...

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Besides, in the Changle Theater, the backstage is noisy.

Before going in, Jiang Sanjin told me to keep a low profile today, so as not to make those inside angry, especially the famous actor "Ying Xiaonong", who recently sang in the Changle Theater, he has a bad temper.

Ji Shuangyu of this theatre, also came to play a few tricks before, and heard some gossip from his colleagues, and knew why they were arguing.

The owner of the theatre, surnamed Xu, is called Xu Xinyue, and he is young.This is his family's ancestral property, the land is also his, and the garden is also his. He is in charge of it from the east, and signed a long-term contract with Hanxi Troupe, a troupe that sings both Beijing opera and Kunqu opera "Two Under the Pot". Hanxi Troupe is stationed in this garden. Singing.

Changle Theater is not a big place, and it can seat three to 400 people even if it is full, but the location is good enough, it belongs to the prosperous area, and the business has been good.

The previous boss, that is, Xu Xinyue's father, is a well-known iron cock in the industry.When the business was handed over to Xu Xinyue, he showed this characteristic even more, and everyone called him Xiaoji and Jizizi behind his back.

But in doing anything, if others make progress and you don't make progress, it is equivalent to you regressing.

Other theatres are pushing out the old and bringing forth the new, trying every means to attract customers. Boss Xu is stingy, he is not willing to renovate the theatre, and he is not willing to invite famous actors.If you don't pay attention, the business is as cold as the north wind outside.

Some middle-aged people even came to the door, trying to make peace for the person who heard the news, and bought his land.

Pian Xu Xinyue's mother is also sick, spending money like running water.The iron rooster is also a filial son. In this era, apart from being filial to the elders, it is also important not to move the ancestral property at will, otherwise it will be even more unfilial, not only unfilial to your parents, but also unfilial to your family's eighteen generations of ancestors.

Boss Xu saw that his mother's illness would not recover for a while, and while he still had some money left, he was determined to save the theater's business.

He talked about it, and together with the Hanxi troupe, they invested together and invited Ying Xiaonong, a famous Beijing opera actor who hadn't been out of the mountain for a long time, to rehearse the first new play, "Lingguan Temple" with the theme of ghosts and gods.

It is said to be a famous actor, but now Liyuanxing is renewed every five years. Ying Xiaonong's ability to sell movies is definitely not as good as it was back then. Whoever makes Xu Xinyue can't afford to hire a popular actor is also reluctant.

In addition, Xu Xinyue also personally traveled to Shanghai to learn the most advanced and fashionable stage art techniques there, bought various props, and brought back a lot of Western-style set pieces.

After the play was arranged in this way, the water sign was hung outside, and the tickets did sell well.

It's a pity that before the heat of a few games, it became deserted. Seeing that this wave was bloody.

The backstage is full of confidence. After all, all places now learn Shanghai-style scenery, and Shanghai-style scenery is exactly the Western drama they learn. The oil painting-like realistic scenery, coupled with the fire of the mechanism, is very lively.

Now on the stage of Chinese opera, the most popular scenery is that of western drama.

Unexpectedly, this can also be a loss.

Seeing this situation, it's natural... to blame each other!

The theater troupe, Xu Xinyue, and the ex-famous actor quarreled violently.

The theatrical troupe blamed Xu Xinyue for not choosing a good scene, and the mechanism was not clever enough, and was deceived by the set designer in Shanghai;

Ying Xiaonong said that the accompanist of the opera troupe made things difficult for him, set the tone too high for him, and how to keep people away if he didn't sing happily.

Xu Xinyue took the opportunity to accuse them of internal strife in the face of a crisis, wasting the money she had specially arranged the stage and invited Ying Xiaonong...

Ying Xiaonong and the theater troupe leader attacked him together: "Where are you showing off! What do you know about singing!!"

——Ying Xiaonong is worthy of being a famous actor with a professional background, and a painted face usually requires an actor to be tall and majestic. He looked down at Xu Xinyue and spoke.This spout, this mouth skill, every word is powerful, clearly and mellowly hit Xu Xinyue's face.

Xu Xinyue: "..."

He's mad at him!Whether he still has his boss in his eyes, really depends on whether he is about to fall!

Everyone fell into the atmosphere of dumping the pot and couldn't extricate themselves. Xu Xinyue even grabbed Jiang Sanjin, an outsider, and asked him to comment: "Whose fault do you think?"

Where did Jiang Sanjin dare to answer, he just kept laughing, and wanted to go on like this, to end the Changle Theater for nearly a hundred years.

"I don't think the three parties are wrong." A thin voice sounded.

Everyone frowned slightly, and Jiang Sanjin's expression changed even more.

That's right, the person who interrupted was none other than Ji Shuangyu who didn't have enough to eat and was out of breath.

Xu Xinyue rolled her eyes: As long as anyone who is close to each other is right, you are right, he is right, and everyone is right.But no one is right, why is this business so crappy?The audience's fault?

Now there is another kind person, he took a look, "You... are you new to the class?"

If it wasn't for the quarrel today, Xu Xinyue wouldn't have met the extras.

When he saw Ji Shuangyu's outstanding appearance, he subconsciously thought he was an actor, but he was not as young as someone who had just learned opera, so he suspected that he was a stunned young man who had just applied to Hanxi's class, no wonder he had the courage to speak up.

Jiang Sanjin said with shame: "Boss, I brought this..."

Jiang Sanjin brought...

That's a dragon suit?

Xu Xinyue couldn't help but laugh, and he said angrily, "Where are you showing off!"

This is what Ying Xiaonong and the class leader said just now, in the dialect of the capital, it can be simply and roughly understood as "you know a fart".

The troupe master and Ying Xiaonong used to hate him, but he grew up in a theater and has been in charge for a few years, so he is better than a temporary actor. He learned this sentence from Ji Shuangyu.

Ying Xiaonong also sneered, he was a popular actor, when he was the most popular, he sang in the same opera, and he got more money than the old students and Dan roles, he was the only one in the Hualian line.

But his temper is also raised a bit, he is usually cross-boned and cross-chested, similar to a crab, he has quarreled with many people in Changle Opera Garden these days, and even Xu Xinyue has not given him a good face.

Ying Xiaonong was about to mock at this time, after looking at Ji Shuangyu, stroked his beard and said solemnly: "Hey, he looks pretty good, let him talk about it."

Everyone: "..."

Xu Xinyue touched her face, why did he feel being scolded around the corner? ?

Ji Shuangyu took it for granted, "Thank you, Boss Ying."

Everyone: "..."

Xu Xinyue: Even more angry! !

The author has something to say:

Ji Shuangyu: What is the use of this prosperous beauty? ...oh, it works.