Master of Chinese Opera

Chapter 8
For a nobody like me, who has no dazzling achievements in the past, to make such uncomfortable judgments, it is indeed not that convincing.

Alas, people are soft-spoken, and they shouldn't have opened their mouths to say those harsh words.

However, in order to complete the system tasks, I can only say that.

If he kept complimenting and only said good things about "Death of a Famous Actress", it would be even more impossible for Lin Sinan to change his script.

At that time, even if I made friends with Lin Sinan and starred in "The Death of a Famous Actress", if I can't get rewards from the system, what's the point of doing all this by myself?

In vain!

Before leaving, Shen Yuelou still tried to make one last effort

"Director Lin, after I read your script of "The Death of a Famous Actor" last night, I felt it and wrote it in one go.

The name is "Returning on a Snowy Night".

I leave you a copy of the script of this play, if you have time, you can read it. "

"Okay, I'll watch it when I have time. Mr. Shen, walk slowly. I have some inconvenience in my legs and feet, so I won't send you away."

After receiving the script handed over by Shen Yuelou, Lin Sinan couldn't wait to push this "bad guy" out.

After watching Shen Yuelou leave, he threw the script in his hand onto the table, Lin Sinan was still a little angry.

The story is boring, the characters are thin, and I know little about opera...

Is the script written by myself really so useless?

After a while, to calm down, Lin Sinan suddenly turned back and picked up Shen Yuelou's script.

Hmph, the script I wrote is not good, let me see how you, a Beijing opera actor, can adapt the story of the famous actress Liu Hanchen.

"Returning on a Snowy Night".

In all fairness, the title of this play is quite fresh and elegant, full of poetic flavor.

However, neither Feng Xue Ye nor Ye Guiren seems to have any deep connection with the story of the death of the famous actress Liu Hanchen.

Liu Hanchen was shot to death in prison, and there seemed to be no wind or snow that night.

Opening the script, the story takes place on a snowy night in the deep winter, and the location is the backyard of a certain manor in Yanjing.

A total of five characters are listed in the prologue: two little beggars hiding in the backyard of the manor to avoid the wind and snow, a desolate old man with scars on his face, a manor owner who eats vegetarian food and chant Buddha, and an innocent maid Xiaolan.

People who watch plays often need to know the story of what era and where each play is about.

What era is my play in?

It should be a paragraph in a never-ending life.

That era, maybe it can be regarded as just passed, maybe not completely passed.

However, the story that happened at that time may inevitably repeat itself in the future.

Because even though times change and the country changes, human nature remains unchanged.

Seeing the introduction at the beginning, Lin Sinansi instantly felt that his skin was about to get goosebumps.

The story is a never-ending paragraph of life. Even though the country and the times are constantly changing, human nature always remains unchanged.

This understanding is too deep.

The big pattern, the boldness, and the few strokes have written all the vicissitudes of the world.

Sighing deeply, Lin Sinan suddenly had a little understanding of Mr. Shen's disdain for his works.

Not to mention other things, in terms of the script creation structure alone, compared with Mr. Shen, my own structure is indeed a bit small.

I only focus on criticizing the era, while Mr. Shen focuses more on exploring human nature.

Whether it is the state or the intention, it is more than one step higher than myself.

After reading the introduction, the beginning is a description of the scenery that jumps in and out.

When the lights in the theater were turned off and the curtain was completely opened.

We saw a world wrapped in silver after the heavy snow.

In the back garden of a "rich man's family", the flowers and trees that had been luxuriant and bright in the past spring have all withered.

Between the flowers and trees, the back wall of a small building is faintly exposed.

……

admire!

Teacher Shen's writing style is also too delicate, with just a few strokes, a random sketch is full of sense of picture.

When the picture is described richly enough and a little sound is added, the characters will be brought out of the scene.

And as soon as the characters appear on the stage, the story will follow.

"Kind-hearted master and madam... If you have any leftovers, please give me a bowl!"

In the evening after snowfall, outside the desolate and lonely back garden, two little beggars were begging loudly towards the brightly lit manor.

Seeing that no one paid attention to them for a long time, they climbed into the manor through the broken wall, and built a fire in a corner of the back garden that could be sheltered from wind and snow to keep warm.

As night fell, the north wind howled, and heavy snow began to fall one by one.

"Tell me, why do they close the doors and windows so tightly while the lights are on in the room?

No one came out to reward us with a bowl of rice! "

Just as the two little beggars were talking about the brightly lit manor and the owners of the manor.

Suddenly, a desolate old man covered in wind and snow stumbled in from the side door of the backyard.

The old man was wearing a tattered clothes, his appearance was haggard, his face was covered with scars, and he stretched out two shadowy hands in the darkness, groping forward slowly, his figure was precarious.

"Who? Could it be a ghost?"

The two little beggars were stunned.

"Little brother,

...Come here...give me a hand.

I'm not a ghost...

It's a walking... patient. "

Hearing these words, the two little beggars hurried forward to help the frail and down-and-out old man to the fire to keep him warm for a while.

After a while, the frail old man regained his sanity, and spoke nonsense, vaguely revealing some of his own stories.

"I shouldn't have come here...,
But what am I doing here? "

While talking, the desolate old man smiled sadly intermittently: "I came here to find my shadow... I want to find my footprints left here...,
I am back.

...but I'm leaving soon.

After a lifetime of hard work, it's time to rest.

...What a big city...

a lot of people...

Such a sad time...

What a lively world...

A heavy snow covered everything.

...there is not enough snow falling,

Still have to go..., have to go...

Yuchun, Yuchuner, where are you..."

Muttering a few words in a low voice, the desolate old man's crumbling body completely fell into the wind and snow.

Although his inexplicable and strange words were spoken in front of the two little beggars, they were not meant for the two little beggars, but to be conveyed directly to readers and audiences.

Seeing this, Lin Sinan frowned slightly.

Who is this down and out old man?
What does he have to do with this estate?
Who is Yu Chun'er?
Returning on a snowy night, yes, he is the returning person on a snowy night.

(End of this chapter)