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"Sister Shaoyao, do you think Mr. Night Watchman will really come?"

"I saw your husband's photo in the newspaper! He looks young."

"Although he looks a bit ugly...but my mother said that it is safer for men to be ugly."

"Sister Bai, have you seen Mr. Night Watchman? Does he really look like the newspaper photo?"

"Hey! Look, do you think I'm wearing makeup?"

Bai Shaoyao looked at these chattering little sisters with a smile, but did not reveal their little thoughts. They were just joking, after all everyone here knew that was impossible. They are just a bunch of ruined flowers and willows, and people like Mr. Night Watch deserve better.

When she thought of meeting Mr. Night Watchman, whom she had admired for a long time, her thoughts could not help but drift away. It is no exaggeration to say that the reply Mr. Nightwatchman gave her changed her life. From her husband's letter, she rekindled her spirit that had disappeared for a long time.

She is not a complete bitch, there are still people in this world who do not despise her, and there are people who are willing to listen to her patiently and tell her some heart-felt truths. For her, who has lived with men's lies since she was a child, the truth is a rare commodity. So she also cherished the advice given to her by the night watchman - he asked her to learn to read and write from the prostitutes, and she did so.

Maybe some gods really heard her prayers. She finally recovered and her luck improved. She met Dashuai Xue at a banquet, maybe because prostitutes who like to study are too rare, maybe because of a whim, but no matter what, Dashuai Xue redeemed her body, and she became Dashuai Xue's third concubine. She tried her best to please and behave well, and finally won Dashuai Xue's favor for her.

The sisters all envied her good luck, but she was not so optimistic. As the saying goes, beauty fades before she grows old. Who knows how long Marshal Xue will like her? That's why she must seize this rare opportunity, study hard, and enrich herself with knowledge. In this way, even if Marshal Xue gets tired of her one day, she can still support herself with her own abilities.

Adapting Mr. Nightwatch's "Memoirs of a Courtesan" into a play was her most daring attempt. When she first heard the story "Memoirs of a Courtesan", she had the urge to turn it into a drama. This is the story of their prostitute, and she wants this story to be on the stage and be seen by more people.

So she boldly sent the letter to Mr. Night Watchman. It would be a great shame for many writers to have a prostitute act in a play adapted from their own novel, but she somehow felt that her husband would not care.

As expected, the husband didn't care. Not only did he readily agree to the matter in the letter, but he also required that all actors must use prostitutes! This incident caused a sensation among the sisters in Bada Hutong, and I don’t know how many people applied for the role. Just because their freedom of life is still restricted by brothels, most of the drama actors chosen by Bai Shaoyao are former prostitutes. Although they all knew that this drama would bring a lot of trouble to the actors, they still chose to participate without hesitation.

Because prostitutes have collectively lost their voices for thousands of years in Chinese history, this drama is a rare channel for them to express their voices, and it is of great significance to them!

"Madam, Mr. Li is here." The waiter's words came from outside the door. The originally noisy backstage dressing room fell silent. A few seconds later, there was a burst of screaming and all kinds of chaos.

Bai Shaoyao was interrupted from her thoughts. For a moment, she couldn't help but nervously tugged on her skirt and looked in the mirror.

Mr. Li had no choice but to decline the invitation from the Marshal that day due to illness. She knew that Mr. Li was in poor health and had suffered a lot in prison this time. Naturally, she hoped that Mr. Li would take good care of his health and did not dare to bother him with drama-related matters.

Therefore, the husband has never watched their drama rehearsal so far. Although she had sent the script to her husband before, and he also gave a high evaluation, but after all, it had not been read by the original author, so she felt unsure.

Today is the premiere day of the play "Memoirs of a Courtesan". Naturally, she sent the tickets to her husband early, but she has been worried that her husband will not be able to come due to physical reasons. Now that she heard that her husband is really coming, not only her, but also all the actors They are all like chicken blood,

They must give the best performance to their husband!

…

Under the guidance of the attendant, Le Jing and Li Shuran passed through the turbulent sea of ​​people and took their seats in the first row.

If he hadn't received a complimentary ticket as the original author, he really wouldn't have been able to buy a ticket this time.

The premiere day of "Memoirs of a Courtesan" was particularly popular this time. First of all, it was a gimmick created by the prostitute team. The play became famous before it was performed, causing a stir in the city of Peiping. Secondly, it is Marshal Xue’s signature piece. It is said that this play was adapted from one of Marshal’s concubines, and this concubine also played the heroine! Naturally, many people wanted to see such a strange thing. So the entrance to the theater was packed with people early in the morning.

Le Jing felt in his heart that Marshal Xue was really the version of the domineering president of the Republic of China. In today's era, there are countless men who hate women going out to show their faces, and most prostitutes who have been good men hide their former identities for fear of being shamed by the public. And Dashuai Xue not only supported Bai Shaoyao and the little sisters to perform in dramas, but also made her the leading actress. Dashuai Xue can really describe his true love for Bai Shaoyao.

Le Jing didn't wait long before the stage lights dimmed, the announcer came on stage to announce the curtain, the curtain slowly opened, and the play finally began. He also withdrew his thoughts and began to seriously immerse himself in the performance.

The experience of watching your own work presented on stage in the form of a drama is quite amazing. Even with the critical eye of the original author, Le Jing has to admit that they performed the work very well. If they did not have a deeper understanding of the original work, they would not be able to achieve this effect. Probably because the novel is about the lives of prostitutes, these girls brought the story to life!

What kind of story does "Memoirs of a Courtesan" tell?

Since it is called a memoir, the article is of course based on the memories of a famous prostitute.

The story begins on an evening with a magnificent sunset. Because Bai Moli, a former famous prostitute, was too ill to accept customers, she was carried to a mass grave by the madam and the brothel clerk, who prepared to dig a hole and bury her alive.

It was under such circumstances that Bai Moli recalled the first twenty-three years of her life.

Bai Moli came from a wealthy family when she was young. She was abducted by traffickers during an outing and sold into a brothel.

Girls like them, because of their outstanding appearance, are regarded as rare treasures by the madam. They were brought up as ladies of the world. They are good at playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting. They are the top Qingyin troupe in the first-class brothel. Bai Moli has a lively and cheerful personality, speaks fluently, and is very popular. However, her innocence ended at the age of 13. From then on, her life took a sharp turn, heading towards the depths of hell.

Every Qingyin class must hold a melon-popping ceremony when they are 13 years old, and auction their right to the first night. From then on, Bai Moli began to experience many men. Because of her cheerful and optimistic personality, she is very good at making fun of hardships, and Le Jing also wrote many humorous jokes.

For example, the person who photographed her first night was an amorous young man, who promised to redeem her life in the future. On the surface, Bai Moli happily agreed, but secretly she rolled her eyes and thought to herself: "The beauty of knowledge lies in making people... I'm confused; the beauty of poetry lies in instigating men and women to cheat; the beauty of women lies in being so stupid that they have no regrets; the beauty of men lies in telling lies to the point of seeing ghosts in day and night. If I really believe your ghost, then I will be the world's most stupid woman. ”

Bai Shaoyao, who played Bai Moli, performed this psychological activity in a monologue, and there was a burst of laughter from the audience. Le Jing heard a lady sitting next to him laugh and say to her best friend: "You see, it's true that a man's mouth is a liar. So don't agree to Mr. Zhao's pursuit so easily. You have to test him more." Only a few times.”

The companions nodded in agreement.

Behind Le Jing, an old scholar scolded: "It's all nonsense, it's all fallacy!"

"Dad, you're laughing so hard that you're crying, so stop pretending."

Some viewers also said: "I have only watched The Night Watchman's "Rat Eyes Look Down on People" before. The writing style is very profound and the conception is very profound. I didn't expect that his jokes can be so funny. I can go straight to cross talk."

"Huh? This play was written by the Night Watchman?"

"It is adapted from the novel of the same name. My friend is at the printing office. He said that the novel "Memoirs of a Courtesan" will be published in a few days!"

"Ah, then I'll have to buy a book and read it then."

The audience burst into laughter while the story continued on stage.

The fact was indeed as Bai Moli expected. The young master soon got tired of her and fell in love with another Qingyin class again. The little sister proudly came to show off to her. Bai Moli couldn't help but said to her little sisters sincerely: "A few days ago, Master Wang's father said that he would redeem me to be his concubine. I guess it won't be long before I become Master Wang's baby mother. Since you are now with Master Wang is fine, Chunhong, come on, call me 'Mom'."

As soon as this statement came out, the audience burst into laughter again.

Le Jing did not smile.

He just suddenly remembered what a certain writer who committed suicide by throwing himself into a lake said before his death: "I want to write the saddest tragedy, full of shameless laughter."

"Memoirs of a Courtesan" is a tragedy told in a comedy style. The core of comedy is tragedy.

Amid the roars of laughter from the audience, the plot on stage continued in an orderly manner.

Among the prostitutes, Bai Jasmine is undoubtedly an oddity. She doesn't feel sorry for herself, and she doesn't bother to engage in intrigues. She has a cheerful and cheerful personality. When she is not receiving clients, she can read, write, play the piano and paint. Although she is the most humble prostitute in the world, she is as carefree as a hermit in the mountains.

She is such a sunny and optimistic woman who is indifferent to fame and fortune, but fate has never been kind to her.

She doesn't believe a man's words, only her own efforts, so she desperately saves money to redeem herself and have a free life. But if a prostitute wants to make more money, she can only accept more clients. In order to make more money, she is hardly picky about her customers. As long as she pays enough money, she will accept any customer.

She soon contracted the disease, and was reduced from the top Qingyin class to a second-class teahouse, and finally to the most filthy and despicable brothel where she paid ten cents a time to sleep. Even some of her acquaintances called her a bitch and a slut, saying that she would sleep with anyone for money, and that she was just in this situation because of herself.

The sad thing is that even though Bai Moli has worked so hard to make money, she still hasn't saved much money. The madam and her clerks stole her belongings time and time again. There were serious floods in her hometown. She actively donated money and goods. Because a beggar looked like the sister she remembered, she spent money to help her go to school...

So even though she worked hard to make money by accepting customers, she was still poor and her freedom was far away.

Gradually, the laughter in the audience died out. Even though Bai Moli was full of witty words, not many people laughed this time. Some people even let out a low cry.

Then there is the sunset at the beginning of the story, which is also the ending of the story.

Bai Jasmine lay in the dirty mud, ending her long memory. She looked up at the beautiful sunset with great effort, and heard the cold conversation between the madam and the waiter. She suddenly remembered that when she was a child, when her family was still well off, she had great ambitions and dreamed of becoming a miracle worker like Qiu Jin. woman. However, fate is unlucky and the world is uncertain. She and they are just duckweeds, unable to control themselves. Then at least let her choose her own way of death in the end.

She used her last strength to get up, feeling that she had never run so fast in her life, and then laughed amidst the madam's angry curses and jumped into the moat with the setting sun.

The play itself strictly follows the plot of the novel, with only some minor changes. For example, Bai Moli had an extra monologue before jumping into the river. She turned around and laughed at the pursuing madam and her waiter: "You lost! I am free! I have suffered all the hardships in this life, and in the next life, I will be happier than all of you!"

Then the narrator softly read the last sentence in the original work: "Look at the magnificent sunset and the clear lake surface, how peaceful it is like in this world."

For a while, the theater was quiet and only the sound of low sobs could be heard.

The so-called tragedy is to tear beautiful things to pieces and show them to others.

Such beautiful white jasmine cannot survive in this dirty world.

The audience had been laughing so happily before, but now they were so angry and...ashamed.

Everyone watched quietly as the heavy curtain fell and never rose again.

I don’t know how long it took, maybe a dozen seconds, maybe a minute, but suddenly a loud curse came from behind: “This fucking society!”

Then sporadic applause first sounded from the side of Le Jing, and soon spread to the entire theater. The audience stood up and turned their anger into thunderous applause, as if they wanted to lift the roof of the theater and turn it into the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder. Execute all the evil in the world, return China's true sea, Yan, and rivers to be pure, and make the world stable.

The author has something to say:

What Bai Moli said about the beauty of poetry came from an Internet joke, the source of which is unknown.

Lao She: I wanted to write the saddest tragedy, full of shameless laughter.

Lu Xun: Tragedy is to tear beautiful things into pieces for people to see.