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There must have been quite a few high-ranking officials and representatives of warlords who heard this level, but the whole room was silent for a while, and no one made a sound.

When Gu Sheng and Jiang Xu rehearsed the play, they obviously didn't want to have the so-called "prejudicing the text with meaning". Regardless of the libretto or the rhyme, from the actor's singing and writing to the soundtrack supporting the vocal concerto, this play was completely regarded as a popular work It is remarkable to look at it, especially the second-fold "A Horse Chasing the Enemy". Hou Peigui has a solid background in martial arts and is straightforward. Listening to" play, this climax was repeated, and the applause was endless.

Besides Gu Sheng's brief appearance in the first episode, he mainly appeared in the third episode.This episode focuses on the grand occasion of the general’s return from victory, singing and dancing. Gu Sheng’s specialized singing skills are not deliberately highlighted, and he still focuses on playing. The top looks like gilt and jade inlaid, so beautiful.

Standing in front of the stage, Gu Sheng, who was chasing the lights, was really magnificent. The bright yellow costumes were full of flowers, and the rhinestone headdress was shining brightly, but they couldn't conceal the charm of the young and famous actors under the costumes. The clothes fluttered down, and everyone in the audience was startled. They were stunned for a second, and suddenly there was a thunderous applause like the sound of bells and drums!

And just when people's emotions were pushed to the commanding heights, the plot took a sharp turn, the erhu played mournfully, the curtain fell, and when you looked closely, there was only the general standing alone on the stage, while the beauty was behind the second curtain, singing and dancing , the lights changed, and it was like a dream for a while.

This is an expressive technique that has never been used in Peking Opera before. The two characters are displayed on the stage at the same time, so as to create a sense of time and space. Previously, Jiang Xu and Gu Sheng’s discussions on rehearsals also focused on this. Because there is no precedent, Jiang Xu almost planned to give up, but Gu Sheng admired this idea very much, insisted on keeping it, and really persuaded Hou Peigui to perform this together.

The singer died tragically, the soldiers were wiped out, the country finally fell to the enemy, and the exiled generals were not allowed to die on the battlefield to die for the country. Bearing the burden of humiliation, their ambitions are hard to pay, and there is almost no big move in the last break. Desolate, the female voice is sad and decisive, a period of remembrance of a life and encouragement to those who come is touching.

Jiang Cheng stared blankly at the actors on the stage. For a while, everything in this half of his life seemed to flow past his eyes, but his mind was empty. He clearly and distinctly felt a certain place in his heart sinking, as if something had been blocking him. The things I was holding were suddenly opened up.

He raised his hand to wipe his face, but it was inexplicably wet.

The family and country used to be grand and unparalleled in the world, but now it has come to this, why has it come to this!

——Excessive extravagance, extreme desire, no desire to make progress, and weak successors.

——And if you wake up now, it's not too late!It's not too late!

Jiang Cheng had so many thoughts and ideas at the moment that he couldn't name one of them.He suddenly remembered that he couldn't shirk it a few months ago and called Gu Sheng to the party to force him to sing.At that time, Gu Sheng scolded Shen Wenchang for his behavior, and he said——

"You sing about the emperors and generals in your play, what will the situation in Jinzhou have to do with you?"

He always thought that Gu Sheng didn't understand the current situation, just like the rich ladies he met before, down to the showgirl husband-in-law, they cared about it so superficially, they were coerced by everything for thousands of years, and these were clearly related to others things, but have nothing to do with it.

Jiang Cheng never felt that there was anything wrong with it. The political affairs of the current situation should be thought and controlled by people like him, while others only need to obey orders.As he himself said, who he is and what he does.

He himself practiced that sentence very well.He was in Jinzhou and abroad, no matter how absurd and chaotic the disturbance was, its essence was more like a kind of sex used to confuse the Song family.He was born as a descendant of a warlord family, and he always bears the weight of this position, and has never let up in his life.

But Gu Sheng used his drama to tell him at this moment that the power of a person is not necessarily limited to his origin.

An actor or actor can still integrate his thoughts into the play, and use this as an opportunity to inspire more people.

He may not be able to achieve such a brilliant success. The project of enlightening people's wisdom is huge and arduous, but at least it illustrates a possibility, a possibility of trying to bring about change.

At the very least, Jiang Cheng felt shaken at that moment.

This play was not long, and it took less than two hours to complete the whole performance. When the curtain ended, there was a moment of silence in the audience, and then there was a wave of applause.

Standing behind Jiang Cheng, Chen Rong was fascinated and clapped mechanically, his eyes still lingering on the opera singer, but someone bumped him on the shoulder. Chen Rong suddenly turned his head, took a closer look, and immediately cursed angrily. : "You don't have eyes! Calling the officer will kill you?"

"Yes yes yes... sir!" I saw a thin man squeezed behind him at some point, and unconsciously wiped his forehead with the palm of his hand, "I called you three times just now..."

Seeing the officer's face darken, the man hurriedly stopped talking, taking advantage of the thunderous applause of the people in the inner shed, he whispered a few words to Chen Rong.Seeing that Chen Rong's complexion changed suddenly, he immediately changed his tone and asked him to continue monitoring. When Jiang Chengxiao stopped and tilted his head to drink tea, he said solemnly: "Reporting to the young commander, you let me keep an eye on Young Master Jiang and related organizations. Action, the latest news has just come in - Young Master Jiang has left Xunzhou!"

Just a moment ago, Jiang Cheng was waiting for Gu Sheng to thank him for his seat so that he could pull him over to be intimate, but he frowned and asked in a deep voice, "Where is he now?"

"Sorry, I don't know yet." Chen Rong lowered his head, "But we have strictly monitored the Yang family who once provided them with shelter, and we should be able to interrogate them in a quarter of an hour..."

"No need," Jiang Cheng stroked Hu Qing's puffy cheeks, but his eyes followed the figure on the stage vaguely, "Who is he in contact with?"

"Except for the students and people who are usually together, there is a professor named 'Zhou Ren' from the United Nations University," Chen Rong said, "You should have read Zhou Ren's information, we have always suspected that he and The revolutionaries have colluded with each other, but it is just a cunning rabbit hole, and no real evidence has been obtained. In addition, he is moving around in the southeast. According to his latest letter address, he should be in Hengzhou, which is less than [-] miles away from Shanghai. There is a family there. A magazine with him as the editor-in-chief."

"Twenty miles..." Jiang Cheng muttered to himself, "I see, you mainly follow this line to find people, hurry up!"

When he said this, the corners of his eyes unintentionally lifted, and suddenly his eyes met those of the actors on the stage. In such a festive and jubilant atmosphere, in a split second, a shocking indifference and determination broke through. It came out of nowhere, piercing Jiang Cheng's heart like a knife's edge.

This pair of eyes is so short, it seems to be fleeting like an illusion, making it difficult to distinguish whether it is real or illusory.But the determination that was as cold as frost at that moment was shocking.It's just that Jiang Cheng didn't have the time to think deeply at that moment.

Gu Sheng stepped down and thanked him for his seat.

Jiang Cheng waved his hand back, making Chen Rong follow up in person, squinting his eyes and looking at the young man in front of him: "Singing is over? Just now when Lao Feng came over, he said that you look very much like a Kunling from long ago. You go to his ancestral house, sing a song for his time-limited and nostalgic ancestors, and ask me if I agree."

Gu Sheng nodded, as if not surprised, Jiang Cheng looked at him and raised his chin: "If you want to go, I'll let him know."

"He told me the first time he approached me, and I already agreed." Gu Sheng said.He hadn't removed all the makeup at that time, and the black and long ink lines at the end of his eyes were raised, and there was a sense of sharpness, which was quite different from his usual.

Jiang Cheng paused, thinking that he was angry at the memory of the past, so he stood up and hugged his shoulder: "Okay, it was my fault before, didn't I say that I won't restrict your actions? Go ahead."

Gu Sheng still looked at him steadfastly, Jiang Cheng sighed, and said helplessly: "Yes! I won't send anyone to follow you! Absolutely!...Are you satisfied now?"

Just when he thought that Gu Sheng would not talk to him again, Gu Sheng suddenly said: "Wait for me for a while, I'm a little cold, I'll buy you a drink after I take off my makeup."

Jiang Cheng almost thought he heard it wrong: "What?"

Nearly an hour later, Jiang Cheng found that he really followed Gu Sheng into a small teahouse, and sat on the bench face to face with Gu Sheng. He was still a little surprised and excited for unknown reasons, but Gu Sheng seemed to greet him skillfully. Waiter: "Twenty-two white..."

"Go to Longjing!" Jiang Cheng interrupted him, Gu Sheng looked over with dissatisfaction, Jiang Cheng ignored him, and said directly to the waiter, "...Go to Longjing, the best."

"Oh." Gu Sheng exhaled, and glanced at him lazily, "Why are you stopping me?"

"Aren't you, don't you have to protect your throat..." Jiang Cheng said, "Did you drink the white one? I even think my throat hurts."

Gu Sheng ignored him and called the waiter over again. Jiang Cheng snatched the bowl away, coughed twice and asked him, "What are you doing? You don't want your throat anymore?"

Gu Sheng's expression at that moment was indescribable. He sighed softly, picked up his teacup and took a sip: "...I'm upset."

Jiang Cheng wanted to ask him why he said that, the wine he had just drank seemed a bit high, Gu Sheng smiled lightly, looking very gentle, he propped his forehead and thought, he hasn't had a drink for a long time, probably his capacity for alcohol is low, the beauty is by his side , easy to get drunk.

Feng Zheng drove to the theater to pick up Gu Sheng, and just in time for the play, civilian laborers in short jackets came out of the yard shouting in twos and threes, it seemed that Feng Zheng's tight and slim suit was out of tune with the environment.

He raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was just 10:[-], and there were still ten minutes before the appointed time. After the labor porters going out were almost gone, he stepped into the yard and went to clean up the table in person. Gu Sheng, who was cleaning the yard, waved his hand: "Boss Gu!"

Gu Sheng turned around in response and said in surprise, "You're here? I haven't..."

"No hurry, Boss Gu, take your time." Feng Zheng waved his hand, sat down behind the square table on one side, picked up the tea that was still on the table, and wanted to drink, "I have been fighting with the local snake on the pier for a long time. Say it!"

"Hey, don't drink that! You come to me and drink the leftovers from the laborers, isn't this a joke!" Gu Sheng stopped his movements with a laugh, and called out instead, "Ying'er! Bring me the new tea I made this afternoon!"

Feng Zheng said with a smile: "It is said that Boss Gu is not good at socializing, it seems that it is all rumors and cannot be trusted."

"This is the hair tip that Boss Gao gave back, you use it first." Gu Sheng took the tray from Ying'er, and sat down opposite him, "Whether the hospitality is good or not depends on the person."

He sat across from him and smiled softly, made a cup of tea and put it in front of Feng Zheng, looking at him from the corner of his eyes.

That expression seemed to have come out of a play, seven parts tactful and three parts frivolous, shining brightly in the darkening sky.That sip of tea was swallowed by Feng Zheng, and he let out a loud "gurgle", the smile in Gu Sheng's eyes seemed to deepen.

"Let's go," Gu Sheng said, "it's not too late."

Feng Zheng stepped on the emergency brake twice and almost hit a utility pole. His stomach was overwhelmed, and he only had time to blurt out "I'm a little motion sick", opened the car door, stumbled down and vomited.

The last clear image in his eyes was Gu Sheng getting out of the car, the expression on his delicate and pretty face was hard to discern.Feng Zheng wanted to apologize subconsciously, but his heart suddenly trembled, a strange sense of ominousness rose suddenly, and before he could figure out where that strange familiarity came from, darkness swept over the sky and quickly engulfed him. his vague perception.

In the depths of the night, there are dilapidated sculptures with different expressions. The faint light shines through the multicolored glass windows, and the dim murals are illuminated. The Virgin Mary looks at the angel and smiles, and the demons dance wildly in the world.

Feng Zheng slowly opened his eyes, and struggled suddenly when he realized his situation.

This is an abandoned Protestant church. The large main hall is lined with dark seats, like silent tombstones silently staying in place.The cross-shaped main hall converges towards the altar directly in front, and a tall cross stands tall, while Feng Zhengzheng is bound under the cross that should have nailed Jesus, with a silk cloth strangling the mouthpiece.

The young man was sitting in the middle of the first row, less than five meters away from him, with a solemn expression, and his eyes met him straight.

The author has something to say:

23333 The last time I accidentally leaked the name of the article to my friend (I thought I told him before), but my friend took advantage of me not paying attention (before I used the manuscript box to update regularly) and sent me several thunderstorms... = .= I thought I was about to be raised by the trenches and go to the pinnacle of my life. 23333, I’m so happy [goodbye]