[Comprehensive film and television] The daily life of the male god

Just after the New Year's Eve, Changsha began to snow.

The snow in the south is not as fierce as in the north. Even if the city is covered with snow, you can still see the faint colors. At the beginning of the new year, the main street, which is inaccessible due to the New Year, is full of people again, and the warm popularity has melted away. The hard snow, especially the chaotic stalls on the corner of the street, when the pot cover was lifted, the steaming steam went straight to the sky, and the old man happily fished out bowls of chaotic chaos in the white mist with a big iron spoon and brought them to the table The diners swallowed the soy sauce and vinegar one by one, and swallowed the scorching hot one.

"Grandpa, have another bowl!" The diners put the bowl on the table after eating, and there was not even a mouthful of soup left in the bowl.

The old couple rested on the charcoal fire, put away the soup, and raised their heads from the heat: "Don't buy it, don't buy it, the second master is back home, today is the first scene, if it's too late, we won't be able to make it!"

"Yo, the second master is back!" The diner slapped his thigh: "Why didn't I know?"

"You just know, you just came back this morning!" The person next to him sipped the hot soup anxiously and murmured.

"I heard that the second master and the Buddha had a fight, and almost lost his life."

"Grandpa bless you, the second master came back safely, and we can feast our ears again."

"Hasn't this ear blessing always been there? Half a month ago, a new actor named Zi Niang came to the Liyuan. The song "Drawing the Silk Opera" was sung in a beautiful and graceful way, which is even better than the second master."

"That's right, the second master must sing the silk show in the finale. If we can catch up with the two bosses and sing together today, we can also judge and judge along with it, right?"

"You can pull it down, it's everyone's business to judge and criticize, we poor people from poor families, let's have fun."

The diners, who were full and warmed up, trotted towards the Liyuan with their sleeves rolled up. The cold wind blew away their conversations, and dissipated in the bustling streets along with the hot fog away from the fire source.

Er Yuehong was covered in wind and snow, ate a bowl of noodles at the noodle shop on the corner of the street, and hurried to Liyuan.

He was trapped in the mine this month, and entered the bronze illusion again. He narrowly escaped death and never had a full meal. Today he hurried back to Changsha, but remembered that he had spent all his wealth and dismissed his servants, leaving only an empty shell of Hongfu Originally, he just regarded singing as a pastime after dinner, but now this hobby has become the only way for him to solve his food and clothing.

Entering the Liyuan through the back door, Er Yuehong went to the backstage to play the role first, and heard the continuous applause from the front desk, so she knew that he was not in this month, and a new role came to the Liyuan, so she hooked her nose red and asked behind her The boy who tidied up his face: "Which boss is in the front?"

"Back to the second master, it's Boss Zi, who came to our opera garden half a month ago." Hearing the second master's question, the young man came over with a smile and bared his small white teeth: "It just so happens that this boss Zi is You became famous in one fell swoop because of your string-drawing play."

"Silk-drawing play?" Er Yuehong, who had already finished her makeup, turned her head and heard the wonderful sound starting from the end of the music at the front desk.

The spectators in the audience saw that the Tsing Yi on the stage walked like a weak willow supporting the wind, spoke like a swallow whispering, singing melodiously, looking forward to the sky, a pair of autumn pupils cutting water, a touch of black eyebrows like smoke, singing the song with thousands of twists and turns. , such as weeping and complaining.

Since An Zixuan came to Liyuan, she only sang this song every day, and she only knows this song.

Although she had learned from Er Yuehong for fun when she was in the Red Mansion, unlike those actors who have played since childhood, An Zixuan's strength lies not in her singing style, but in the fact that every time she sings, she seems to connect herself with her. Er Yuehong reinterprets this half life.

The basic skills of opera performance are important, but a love character is the finishing touch, which is why the owner of Liyuan kept her and she was well received by the public.

"You are ragged, I paint, walk side by side through mountains and rivers, you are haggard, I will brighten you up."

Er Yuehong, you were born and died with the Buddha, and I will stay in a corner to guard the century-old Red Mansion and the huge pear garden for you.

"It's you who kissed away the pen and ink, stained the corners of my eyes with tears, who is it for when you play parting and reunion meeting sorrow and joy?"

An eloquent voice suddenly came from behind, and An Zixuan was taken aback, and a sharp-eyed audience immediately stood up and pointed at the backstage, saying in surprise: "Second Master! It's Second Master!"

"That's right! It's the second master!" The audience stood up one after another, and they really saw Er Yuehong, who had already dressed up, standing in front of the backstage curtain.

Everyone in the audience cheered for the two bosses to sing together, but Er Yuehong stared intently at the Tsing Yi on the stage who was trembling with shock, even though she was covered in makeup, even though she was wearing a heavy costume. But he firmly knew that she was An Zixuan.

When the silk-drawing play came out back then, many actors followed suit, but no one could sing the melancholy that penetrated into the bone marrow, except him, except her.

Because I have experienced it, I understand the heart that is fettered willingly.

Audiences stand in the stands, one in Tsing Yi and one Hua Dan, who are full of all kinds of life, singing and sighing is the glitz of the world. Although it is the first time to cooperate, it is perfect. Someone in the audience sighed in a low voice: "Today I can see the second master and Zi. My mother is on the same stage, I have no regrets in this life."

At the end of the song, the crowd dispersed, either in ecstasy, or deep in self-knowledge, all with infinite sighs, but no one expected that this was the first time and the last time that Er Ye and Zi Niang would share the same stage.

Since that same stage, Erye and Ziniang have disappeared. Some people say that they fell in love with each other because of the play, and they retired. , sold the family property and left Changsha with his wife. There are different opinions. However, when it comes to the second master of Jiumen and Liyuan Ziniang, everyone is just regretful. After all, it is someone else's life, and they are just spectators.

At this time, the protagonist of the story stepped on the train going south. An Zixuan leaned on Er Yuehong's shoulders and opened the curtains. Looking at the fleeting scenery outside the window, her eyes gradually became moist.

She still remembered what he said to her yesterday after the curtain ended.

"Zixuan, I have never really had you. When I finally understood that the moon on the sea is the moon in the sky, and the person in front of me is my sweetheart, I just lost you like this."

"My Er Yuehong is not like Zhang Qishan, who has a noble sentiment of worrying about the country and the people. I just want to live my own life with my beloved."

"Zixuan, are you willing to leave Changsha with me? Let's go to a new city together and start again. This time I won't spend my life in a daze, because I know that there is still you in my life."

An Zixuan blinked her eyes, and the teardrop hanging from the corner of her eye fell on her palm.

Er Yuehong, I am willing to accompany you to see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day, and I am also willing to accompany you through the long and poor life to the end of life, because you are always in my life.

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Thank you for chasing me all the way, Sanqian is bowing here, I hope to get everyone's support next time I open the pit, okay?