Suppress monsters and save the world

Chapter 99
"You saw the performance just now." The director was not surprised at all by the person walking out of the shadows. He had obviously known of his existence for a long time.

The pale middle-aged man did not speak, but tapped his head with a skinny finger.

Seeing this, the director was helpless, and he sighed a lot tonight, regretting, "I didn't know what was wrong with me at the beginning, but I actually agreed to you to play this play that I don't know where I found it."

"It's nothing, you are just like me, convinced by that script." The thin man still said in a hoarse voice.

"No, I'm different from you. Don't you realize that you are the only one who wants to make this drama like a maniac? For this drama, you have become the ghost you are now, and you don't know it!"

The pressure of acting made the director say what he had kept in his heart for a long time. If he failed this time, he might not be able to stand up for the rest of his life.

"I help you because I treat you as a friend! Now, because of this drama, I am going to be ruined! Do you understand!"

The director hadn't finished venting yet, and poured out all his brains.

The emaciated man just sat quietly as a listener, waiting for his friend to vent the accumulated stress.

Soon, the director was finally out of breath, stopped cursing, and said to the thin man out of breath, "I've been doing this for so many years, but I don't know what the problem is. Why can't I perform well in this movie!"

The director took out the printed script and read it page by page, but he still fell into a situation where he didn't know what to do.

Silence once again enveloped the space, and both the quiet director and the thin man could hear their breathing.

At this time, the thin man seemed to have made up his mind, and made a little movement.

The thin man's movements attracted the director's attention. The man raised his hand and carefully took out something wrapped tightly in an old newspaper from his arms.

Before the director seemed to have something in his mind, he probably guessed what it was.

The thin man opened the package of old newspapers bit by bit more carefully, revealing an old notebook that seemed to be many years old at first glance.

On the yellowed cover, there are only three words written: Peach Blossom Fan!
"Is this... the original?" The director saw what it was at a glance.

"Isn't this thing your treasure? This is the first time I have seen the true face of this thing." The director asked with some confusion. Unconsciously, it became increasingly difficult for him to take his eyes away from the script. .

"Now, it's a dead horse as a living horse doctor. Act according to this, just act according to this. There will definitely be changes!" The thin man grasped the original with both hands, and kept repeating in his mouth, hoping to increase his determination.

When the director heard this, he felt unusual approval for the thin man's words.

While speaking in agreement, he slowly approached the thin man, ready to take a look at the original with his own eyes.

When the thin man saw his friend approaching, he subconsciously overreacted and wanted to hug the original version of "The Peach Blossom Fan" tightly.

But he reacted immediately, his reason prevailed, and he actively reached out his hand, handed over the original, and showed it in front of the director.

The director touched the original with trembling hands, and took the original carefully.

First, he touched it intently for a while, and then gently opened it. Inside was the familiar typesetting, prologue, dialogue, explanations in brackets, the second act, the third act, until the last act.

The more the director watched, the more uncontrollable his inner desire became. The idea of ​​filming it and performing it filled the director's heart irresistibly.

As the hand holding the script became more and more trembling, the director suddenly raised his head and assured the thin man firmly: "Seeing the script of this play, I am even more determined to film it well. Don't worry, no matter what, I will It will also make this play a perfect performance.”

"What a wonderful story, isn't it!" The thin man showed a smile that hadn't appeared for a long time.

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The time came to the second day,
When a group of actors returned to the stage again, ready to continue rehearsing.

They saw a director who was in a completely different state from yesterday. At this time, the director was full of energy, with a smile and confidence on his face.

Warmly welcome the arriving actors.

This transformation can't help but make the actors feel strange. From the eye contact between everyone, everyone understands that everyone feels this way.

Just when everyone was full of doubts and questions, the director did not give all the actors time, and greeted loudly: "Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, everyone! Everyone can't waste time, let's act, hurry up!"

The director's active actions urged the actors to quickly enter the state and stand in their respective positions.

"Prologue, first quarter, get ready!!! Start!"

With the director's order, today's rehearsal began quickly.

"Card!"

"Card!"

"Card!"

However, this rehearsal seems to have improved, but it is still not satisfactory.

However, the difference is that this time, the director is not as helpless as the actors on stage.

Instead, as if feeling something in his heart, he took out the original "Peach Blossom Fan" in his bag.

Maybe, looking at this, he will get better, the voice in his heart told him.

The actors on the stage were always paying attention to the director, and naturally saw the book the director took out for the first time.

The director did not whet everyone's appetite this time and explained: "This play, Peach Blossom Fan, has never been performed before, but it is not the original work of the screenwriter."

"Not original?" the male lead couldn't help but ask.

The director showed the book to everyone, and explained: "This is a recorded play that has been handed down many years ago. The name is Peach Blossom Fan. There is no record of this play's performance anywhere, but, How can such an incomparable drama be dusted!"

In the end, the director became obsessed and frantic.

And seeing the many original actors from a distance, almost at the same time, I felt a strange feeling from the bottom of my heart.

"Well, let's do it again!"

This time, the director said with confidence.

This time, the play finally went smoothly to the last scene, a perfect performance to the last scene, but the strange feeling that rose again in everyone's heart during the last scene performance was ignored by everyone.

"This time, there is no problem with the last rehearsal." The director's smile could not be restrained. Although the actors on and off the stage were tired, they all cheered and celebrated the finally successful performance.

The haze that had accumulated in everyone's hearts for a long time disappeared with the original appearance.

They will surely welcome a new future with this incomparable drama!
(End of this chapter)