Rebuild SCP to Save the World

"You watched the performance just now." The director was not at all surprised by the person walking out of the shadows, obviously he had known his existence a long time ago.

The pale middle-aged man did not speak, but nodded his head with his skinny fingers.

Seeing this, the director was helpless, and didn't know how much he sighed tonight, and regretted: "I didn't know what illness I was guilty of, so I promised you to perform this scene that I don't know where to find."

"Nothing, you are just like me, you are just as impressed by the script." The thin man still said in a hoarse voice.

"No, I'm not the same as you. Didn't you realize it, only you, who wanted to make this scene like a demon, for this scene, you have become the ghost like you don't know it!"

The pressure of acting made the director say what he kept in his heart for a long time. This time he failed, and he may not be able to stand up for a lifetime.

"I treated you as a friend to help you! Now, for this drama, I will be ruined! Do you understand!"

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

The thin man just sat quietly with a listener, waiting for his friend to vent the accumulated pressure.

Soon, the director finally panted, stopped scolding his mother, and said to the thin man out of breath: "I have been doing it for so many years, but I don't know what the problem is, why this drama is not good!"

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

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

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

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

Before the director seemed to have thoughts, he probably guessed what it was.

The thin man opened the wrapped old newspaper more cautiously, revealing an old book that looked many years old at first glance.

On the yellowed cover, only three words were written: Peach Blossom Fan!

"Is this... the original." The director saw what it was at a glance.

"Isn't this thing your baby? It's the first time I have seen the true face of this thing." The director asked with some doubts, without realizing it, it became harder and harder to look away from the script. .

"Now, the dead horse is also a living horse doctor. According to this performance, follow this performance. There will be changes!" The thin man grasped the original with his hands tightly, and kept repeating his mouth, hoping to increase his determination.

Upon hearing this, the director felt unusually approving of the thin man's words.

Speaking of approval, he slowly approached the thin man, ready to take a look at the original with his own eyes.

Seeing his friend's approach, the thin man subconsciously overreacted and wanted to cling to the original "Peach Blossom Fan".

But he immediately reacted, and reason got the upper hand. Instead, he proactively stretched out his hand, handed it up, and showed it to the director.

The director's hand trembling touched the original, and also took the original carefully.

After stroking intently for a while, I opened it gently. Inside are familiar layout, prologue, dialogue, explanations in brackets, the second act, the third act, and the last act.

The more the director looks at it, the more difficult it is to suppress his inner desire. When filming it, the idea of ​​performing it fills up the director's heart.

As the hand that held Yuan trembles more, the director suddenly raised his head and firmly assured the thin man: "Seeing the original of this scene, I am more determined to film it. Don't worry, anyway, I It will also make this play a perfect performance."

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

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Time came to the next day,

When a crowd of actors returned to the stage again, ready to resume rehearsals.

They saw a director who was in a completely different state from yesterday. The director was refreshed at this time, with smiles and confidence on his face.

Warmly greeted the coming actors.

This kind of change can't help but feel strange to the actors. From the eye contact between everyone, everyone understands that everyone feels this way.

When everyone was suspicious and asked, the director didn't give all the actors time, and greeted loudly: "Quick, quick, quick, everyone is in place! Everyone can't waste time, let us act, quick!"

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

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

The director gave an order and today's rehearsal began quickly.

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

The difference, however, is that this time, the director did not fall into the same level of helplessness as the actors on stage.

But as if feeling the same, he took out the original "Peach Blossom Fan" in the bag.

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

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

The director did not appease everyone this time, explaining: "This play, Peach Blossom Fan, has never been performed by anyone before, but it is not original by the screenwriter."

"Not original?" The male lead couldn't help but say.

The director took the book and showed it to everyone, while continuing to explain: "This is a recorded play that has been passed down from unknown years ago. The name is Peach Blossom Fan. There is no performance record of this play anywhere, but... How can such an unparalleled drama be covered in dust!"

At the end of the day, the director became enthusiastic.

And seeing the original actors from afar, almost simultaneously gave birth to a strange feeling from the bottom of my heart.

"Then, let's do it again!"

This time, the director said confidently.

This time, the play finally reached the final scene smoothly, and the perfect performance reached the final scene. However, the strange feeling that came up in everyone's heart during the last scene performance could not help being ignored by everyone.

"This time, there is no problem with the last rehearsal." The director's smile appeared uncontrollably. Although the actors on and off the stage were tired, they all cheered and celebrated the successful performance.

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

They will definitely accompany this unparalleled drama to welcome the new future!