Mr. Chu

"Crack, crack." Johnny clapped his hands twice, his eyes sparkled, and his smile was almost uncontrollable. He broke the frozen atmosphere and said with a smile, "Anyone else have any objections?"

Silent.

The onlookers finally came to their senses and exchanged horrified glances. The scene was extremely quiet for a moment. The fighting scene just now was too obvious. There was no need to hesitate. It was clear... Taunton was suppressed, and There is no way to fight back.

That oriental boy with fair skin like fine porcelain and black hair like fine sandalwood, once he opened his mouth, he completely changed himself. He is a nightingale, and it is the nightingale singing. How can you say it is wrong? ?

"OK." Seeing that there was no further rebuttal, Johnny said with a smile, "Then let's start the rehearsal, first session, students."

Only then did people wake up from a dream. Student actors in white lantern-sleeve tops and pointed cowhide boots ran onto the stage in a panic. The lights began to turn on gradually. The rehearsal really began.

As a late actor, Anne had been putting on makeup backstage before. She foreseen what would happen, so she simply stood in an awkward position, out of sight and out of mind, but when she finished her makeup, she was surprised to find out.The expected scene didn't happen, and the rehearsal was going on in an orderly manner. The boy with black hair and black eyes sat aside, talking to Johnny, and smiled at her when he saw her come out.

"Annie, come here." Johnny beckoned to her and said enthusiastically: "This is Gu Yang, the new Nightingale actor, Gu Yang, this is Annie, playing the role of Red Rose Tree, you two will have a long cooperation, now Let's get acquainted first."

it is as expected!Annie subconsciously bit her lip, her eyes flicked around Johnny's smiling face, and then fell quickly. The head of the troupe made it clear that he was going to stand on the side of the new actor, and called her over. It is an introduction, but also a warning...Warning her to cooperate well and not to play tricks like Taunton and Sue...

For Johnny, Annie actually admires and is very grateful. It is this man who has mastered the balance between business and art with his shrewd and unique vision and unparalleled overall planning ability, so that the troupe can continue to grow in the fiercely competitive Broadway. She survived because he valued her talent. After the previous Red Rose Tree actor retired, he resisted all opinions and used Annie, who was still inexperienced, as the number one actor.

Annie has always been very obedient to what he said, and with her personality, it is impossible to do something secretly, but... people always have strange rebellious psychology, the more you don't let me do it, the more I... at least , when she looked at this well-protected boy on the surface, it was hard for her to develop much affection for him who had been overcoming obstacles all the way.

So, when Johnny left and they were about to play, Annie stopped each other.

"Listen." She said quickly: "I'm not interested in the disputes between you and Sue, but we're going to play together, I have to tell you, my tempo is twice as fast as that of ordinary actresses, If you don't catch up in time, you'll be embarrassed."

She saw that the boy opened his eyes slightly, then nodded to her with a smile, and said, "Thank you."

What, this reaction.Annie turned her face away, anyway, she had already given the reminder that she should have given, and if something really happened, she couldn't be blamed.

Soon, it was the scene where Red Rose came on stage. She was wearing a bright red evening gown, and the long skirt was dragging on the ground. She stood in a corner, with the light hitting her face, looking at the boy, with a smile on her face. Anxious dance steps, walking towards her.

He looked at her with bright eyes and a picturesque figure, and he sang: "I want—to find a red rose."

She sang: "I am the red rose tree, but I can't give you red roses, I'm so scarred that I can't bloom—"

The young man walked up to her, knelt down halfway, and stroked his arms lightly in the air. He raised his head and looked at her. That gaze made Annie tremble all over. She looked at him involuntarily. The pink light was shining, and it unexpectedly showed a unique kind of bleakness.

He looked up at her and said, "Please, give me a red rose, and I will sing you the most beautiful song."

"I need—need a red rose—"

His aria was just right on her ending note, and Annie didn't realize until she sang along with him for a few verses that her rhythm was taken away!Her speech rate was adjusted to match his!In this duet, Gu Yang is the leader. His voice is sweet and moving, his voice is stable and outstanding, and his dance leads her to the peak and challenge the limit.

Anne couldn't help looking at that face, that gentle, sad face. It was so strange why there were so many expressions on people's faces, and they showed different colors according to different lights. Looking at her, her gaze was like the loneliest moonlight, the hottest flame, the air became hot, and she was sweating all over—what's the matter, just looking at him, you can understand love.

Gu Yang took a step back and finished the aria. Their cooperation was quite good for the first time. Johnny kept applauding in the audience, but Annie kept looking at the boy walking off the stage in a daze. Under clothing.

He turned around and smiled at her.

She lowered her head abruptly.

After a few rehearsals, the atmosphere of the troupe has become unprecedentedly harmonious, probably like that, suppose No.1 is three points higher than you, you are not convinced, No.1 is three hundred points higher than you, you think... Uh, although the gap Not so big, but the mentality is the same.

He is good-looking, has a good personality, has the resources to be praised, and the most important thing is his strength. For this kind of person, there are not many fools who insist on getting along with him. After a period of time, everyone in the troupe can follow Johnny and call He, Little Nightingale.

After a period of rigorous rehearsal, finally ushered in the first official performance.

On that day, the whole audience was full, and in the best viewing seats, there were many big names in the industry, film critics, as well as the principal and teacher of Gu Yang's school, old Yasuo.To be honest, Gu Yang was a little surprised when he saw the last visitor.

"How are the preparations?"

When he saw him, the old Yasuo still acted very harshly, as if he didn't have the warmth that he recommended him out of the ordinary, as if nothing had happened.

Gu Yang smiled and said, "I will do my best."

Old Yasuo nodded, looked at him, and suddenly said, "I didn't recommend you for investment."

Gu Yang froze for a moment and looked at him.

"I only love acting, and only acting can impress me. You are the least stupid of those idiots, so I gave you a chance, but if you don't perform well, I won't speak for you."

"Only performance is the sole criterion for determining the outcome."

The young man was silent for a while, then smiled slightly at the old man's serious face, and said earnestly, "I know, thank you."

Old Yasuo waved his hand and said sternly: "Pay attention to your arm! Straighten it! Don't let me see your mistakes in class appear here! Get ready! I'll keep an eye on it all the time!"

Gu Yang pursed his lips and smiled, then turned and went backstage.Several make-up artists rushed over to change him into fluffy and snow-white clothes and shiny tiara jewels. The make-up artists rubbed the corners of his eyes with gold powder and applied bright red blush.The stage makeup is many times heavier than the usual makeup, so that the color can only be seen under the illumination of the headlights.

In the mirror, his hair was coiled up, his face was flushed, and his clothes were gorgeous and heavy. He really looked like a petite nightingale from the East.

"Great," said the stylist. "Go wow 'em, boy."

The hall went dark, and a beam of light lit up on the stage. With the melodious sound of music, the classic Broadway play, the much-anticipated "The Nightingale and the Rose", appeared.

This scene has attracted the attention of all. Everyone knows that the leading actor has hired a newcomer like never before. He is a pure oriental face, a first-year student at a top university, a Cannes Best Actor, and an academic.This casting is so gimmick that they have to pay attention.

As the pale yellow lights lit up on the stage, a series of dazzling lights and shadows also passed by. If it is good, it will be very beautiful, such as now.

The stage layout is very simple, but full of details everywhere.The student was wearing a white lantern-sleeve ruffled jacket and a crooked hat. He was sitting on the steps with a heavy book in his hand. He said: "I want a red rose for the professor's daughter , then she will dance with me until the wee hours of the morning."

A group of young girl dancers in red thin skirts and golden shoes came out from the backstage, walked onto the stage, and danced a passionate group dance. They blinked their big innocent eyes and sang: "Oh ~ sad student ~ he is here cry……"

The student whimpered. He stood up and shouted down the stage, "Give me a red rose! I need a red rose!"

At this time, the light on him dimmed, and Gu Yang walked out from the backstage. His face was extremely small, and it was clearly illuminated by the spotlight. He stood there, causing a small exclamation from the audience, At least, judging from his appearance, this oriental boy was beyond many people's expectations.

"He looks right," thought a film critic, "he has big eyes, a small face, and it's not funny to wear a flower crown. He's not like those other orientals with very narrow eyes, which is not to say he's not beautiful. But on stage, it's not very suitable."

The barrier of appearance is easily passed, and many people are curious about new faces with exotic flavors, and are full of interest in ingenious casting.They stared at the boy, who stood on the stage and began to perform.

Gu Yang stared at the faces below, the temperature in the hall was not too hot, but he felt like he was going to be melted.

What floated in front of my eyes were dense groves, gardens under the moon, and gurgling streams.

He said, "I..."

"I met an infatuated person."

The nightingale began to sing.

The songs he sang are from the beginning of meeting, from the first glance between lovers, from the blush on the faces of teenagers and girls, from the wisp of mist rising in the morning, to the gurgling lake water, the swaying ripples, to the woman Full lips, a red mark on a man's face.The song he sang was like a mirror slowly rising in front of him, and his face, the wings of a nightingale, was reflected in the mirror.Through that mirror, he saw all the joys and sorrows and separations, noise and tranquility in the world.He looked through the gaps in the leaves and saw the crying faces of the students.

"Why is he crying?"

"For a red rose."

He was moved and conquered, and his song was understood by this student. He knew that love is something more precious than life.He spread his wings, flew up, across the sky, and landed on a rose tree.

"Give me a red rose," said he, "and I will sing you the sweetest song."

The first rose tree rejected him, but Nightingale was not discouraged. He continued to fly and found the last red rose tree. He begged the other party to give him a rose, even at the cost of his life.

Under the moonlight, he flew back to the student's window and continued to stare at him. Perhaps, what he was staring at was not the student, but love itself. The nightingale flew to the rose tree, pierced the thorn with its chest, A steady stream of water flowed out, and the roses were dyed red.

"Come closer! Little Nightingale!" the red rose tree shouted, and the actress's intricate skirts spread out like flowers on the ground, she stared at him, her eyes filled with tears, and she shouted: "Sing your song! "

The nightingale continued to sing, and sang all night long. The dancing girl's skirts overlapped, and the dazzling lights repeated. Their snow-white arms crossed together, forming a grand rose, accompanied by every trembling of Gu Yang. Turning to the sound, this flower is blooming and blooming on the stage.

"Give me—a red rose—"

"I want—a red rose—"

He sang loudly, using all his strength, the light was so bright that he couldn't see the front clearly, but he still had to try his best to keep his eyes wide open, staring at the morning glow and the rose watered with his blood.He smelled the aroma of tea being boiled, and the fine china itself.He was singing and spinning, and the world in front of him was turned upside down one after another, with skirts, perfume, crying, and high heels.He fell to the ground, and something opened from his heart. It was a bright and noble soul, which was more expensive than anything else. People couldn't help but shed tears just looking at it.

He came to your garden and sang of love, he flew to the branches and pierced his breast with thorns.The rose he dyed red with his blood was redder and more beautiful than any rose in the world. No one had ever seen such a beautiful rose. It was a symbol of death and love.

"...I saw it." Gu Yang lay on the ground, muttering: "I saw it."

Tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and the audience was as quiet as death. The student stepped onto the stage again, picked off the rose, and gave it to the professor's daughter.

The girl gave him a disdainful look and said contemptuously, "It doesn't match my clothes. Someone gave me jewelry, and jewelry is worth more than money."

The rose was thrown, fell into the gutter, and was crushed by the wheels.The light slowly dimmed and shone in a corner. Gu Yang lay there silently, with a happy and proud smile on the corner of his mouth, just as he said - how can the heart of a bird be the same as the heart of a person? What about on a par?

The lights dimmed and the drama ended.

Actors stepped onto the stage one after another to close the curtain. Someone helped Gu Yang up, and the young man was pushed to the front. He looked at the dark crowd with tears in his eyes, looking blankly.

There was a short silence at first, and then, starting from the headmaster, the first applause rang out, and soon, the applause became more and more deafening, accompanied by screams, shouts, and the ceiling was blown over!

"nightingale!"

"Little Nightingale!"

"The nightingale and the rose—it's real the nightingale and the rose!"

"I want to see that boy... arrange for me... I've never seen such an actor..."

"Gu Yang! Gu Yang!"

Gu Yang followed the actors to leave the stage. He walked backstage and saw a familiar face. Old Yasuo looked at him with complicated eyes full of tears.

"Am... my arms straight?"

"Ah," said the old man, "yes, it's not bad, but that's not very important."

The young man stared at him for a while, then suddenly rushed over and hugged him. This sudden kindness made the old man who had been criticized all the time stiff. Tears flowed down.

After saying goodbye to the crazy audience and fans one by one, Gu Yang rushed back to the room. He was sure that he saw—just now—below the stage——

Panting, he opened the door.

Chu Jinye sat in the room and looked up at him.

The man stretched out his hand, holding a delicate red rose between his fingertips, he pinned it to the boy's hair, and said softly, "Welcome back, Little Nightingale."

The author has something to say: How can a bird's heart be compared with a human's?It is a sentence in the original text, which can be said to be very ironic.

I love little nightingale.