Mr. Chu

There was silence in the interrogation room.

Buttern looked at the man who had been his wife for several years, and tears flowed down silently, wetting his clothes.

A butterfly dream of ecstasy, there will be a time when the dream wakes up and the soul is broken.

Maybe it was wrong at the beginning.

He closed his eyes and refused to listen to the intelligence officers' questioning. Every sentence turned into a sharp knife and cut his heart hard.He is also asking himself why.

That's weird, why didn't I know?

Did I really not know, or was I pretending not to know?

My wife cheated on me.

He is not my wife.

My child lied to me.

He is not my child either.

Then I guess it's just a joke.

Why did it become like this?Maybe, maybe, at that time, when I was deeply infatuated with Madame Butterfly...I already...can't help...

Chose my destiny.

Gu Yang took a deep look at him, the couple, now they really met each other honestly.He answered those questions intermittently, his tone was very calm, and his indifferent expression didn't seem to waver at all, as if he wasn't facing an interrogation that could judge his life.

Several intelligence personnel looked at each other with complicated expressions, and finally, one of them asked, "Then how did you do it?"

How did you, for 18 years, pretend to be a woman?Fooled everyone?

Gu Yang smiled slightly.

His smile was like a gleam of light, containing an unknown but truly shocking belief. Xu An nailed the camera to his face, capturing every curve of his face.

His eyes are deep and dark, but they can ignite a beam of light in the center, which is the light that guides his direction and his belief in life.

"I... weaved a dream."

From Shi Peipu's first day of studying Peking Opera and acting as a dan role, his teacher told him that you have to learn to lie and seduce, why the most outstanding dan roles are men, because only men know how to play what men desire Women, how to seduce another man.

He is a man and a woman, and there is another her in his heart. She weaves dreams and deceives others perfectly. She is sweet and loyal, and will never change until death.He is indifferent but firm, and does not tolerate personal affairs.

"I made him see what he wanted to see, simple as that."

Love is as simple as that.

In the silence of the room, he showed a calm and peculiar smile to the people with complicated expressions. That smile deeply fell into the hearts of everyone present and left an imprint on it.

Those fig leafs that can be touched but are not touched, whether they are afraid or unwilling, they guessed the ending from the beginning, and it doesn't matter how long they want to maintain the illusory life created by this lie. Don't you care about your fate at all?

Did Shi Peipu ever love Boursico?

Did Boursico fall in love with outdated Pepper?

The answers to these two questions, only they themselves know.

The trial was over, and they were put into a temporary guard room, where the two sat in relative silence without saying a word.

Under the pale light, their faces were clearly illuminated.

Buttern silently looked at the person across from him. He had a tall and straight figure with tough features. He had broad shoulders and a strong waist and abdomen.His expression is indifferent and sharp, the lines on his face are like the sharpest knife, what is hidden in his deep eyes is something he doesn't know.

This is a man.

If he was placed outside, he would probably be able to attract the love of many women, but such a man would actually pretend to be a little birdy woman in front of him, pretending to be pregnant with his child, what is even more ridiculous is , he believed it all.

Isn't that ridiculous enough?

Isn't that pathetic enough?

The temperature here is so low that it seems to freeze the human body.Gu Yang raised his eyes, and looked at the lover he once loved and begged with that cold river-like gaze.

He suddenly laughed.

"Why don't you look at me?"

His voice, after breaking away from the disguise, was a thoroughly low-pitched male voice.Rao was mentally prepared, but he was also shaken by the excitement. He said with a dry throat, "Why do I want to see you..."

Gu Yang let out a low laugh, his eyes flickered, and he said, "Have you seen my disguise?"

"Do you know who I am?"

"do you still love me?"

"Shut up!" Bouten didn't know why, but fiercely resisted. He seemed to have been punched hard, his face was blue, and he kept repeating: "Shut up! Shut up!"

"Why did you tell me to shut up?" Gu Yang asked, "Did I do something wrong? Why don't you take a look at the real me?"

He smiled slightly, raised his eyes lightly, and unzipped his trousers, revealing the bulge that belongs only to men, like a sword, piercing Bursico's heart, so obvious, It was so obvious, but he never cared about it.

His eyes moved uncontrollably to the other person's body, it was a strong body, he had a male-specific curvature, why didn't he know it before, during the repeated pleasures?Shi Peipu told him that it was the unique reservedness of oriental women, that they were willing to have sex with each other only in the dark, when they couldn't see anyone, and he believed it when he said that.

Why would he believe it?

Gu Yang twitched the corner of his mouth. He stared at the distraught Buttern, and said with a smile, "Are you satisfied with what you saw?"

"Are you still satisfied with what you see!"

Buttern came back to his senses, shook his head repeatedly, and muttered to himself: "This is impossible, my butterfly..."

"Yeah, your butterfly is a man." Gu Yang said, his voice indifferent and presumptuous: "Don't believe me? Not happy? Aha, why do you want to be like this? Bursico, you never love me, you love me , is the contemptuous imagining of western men on loyal oriental women. As long as you change the gender, you men will be at a loss. What you want is Madame Butterfly, the one that will always obey your will, and you give her up , she will no longer be able to live, a fragile butterfly who will die without hesitation. Everything about her depends on you, just like a weak country depends on the great powers, let them ravage and trample on you."

He took a step closer, forcing Buttern to retreat again and again, and a strange sad expression appeared on his face again. It was a withered flower, and there was no room for salvation.

"But I... I love you, you love the illusion I created, but I love you as a person. Before I met you, I never imagined that someone could attract me like this, so that I would be willing to do it for you." He's going to die..."

"In many moments, I want to confess everything to you, I want to give you everything I have, whether you accept it or not, I don't want to hide anything from you, but..."

His eyes closed suddenly, and after a while, he slowly released them. The burning light and flames in those pupils lit up Xu An's lens.

"But I... love my country more."

"I am from... this country."

"I must... protect it..."

For the Madame Butterfly he dreamed up and loved madly, Boursico betrayed his motherland and sent important information to the enemy country.When Shi Peipu disguised himself as a woman, he was willing to lie under the body of a woman of the same sex, but at a critical moment, he handed over the information to the country to help the motherland win the war.Who among them is affectionate and who is ruthless, and who is an outsider can tell in a few words.

Everything about Shi Peipu belongs to Boursico, except his nationality.

Boursico is willing to treason for him, but he can't accept his identity as a man. What he loves is still the Madame Butterfly in his fantasy, the oriental woman longed for by western men.They feel that that kind of woman is trained to be a stunner who knows how to please men from birth, loyal and infatuated, and this is the whole meaning of their existence.It's like a weak country destined to become the plaything of a powerful country.

From the moment the other party asked him whether he was a man or a woman, Shi Peipu understood that the relationship was unequal. What he loved was the whole person of the other party, and what the other party loved was the phantom he created. In 18 years, the other party was cheated for 18 years.

Do you not know, or do you not want to know?Can't guess, or don't want to guess?

The blank sheet of paper covering the truth is already in jeopardy, but no one is willing to tear it up. The truth is so naked that no one dares to bear it.

However, the lie will eventually be exposed one day.

Gu Yang stared at Buttern, his expression gradually became devout, he looked at him as if he was looking at a real dream.

He said: "But even if I... I am a man, I treat you wholeheartedly. I just want to ask you, if you told me that you love me, is it true or not, even if there is only a little... A little bit is fine..."

Have you ever loved, under the costume, the real one, not a woman, not like Madame Butterfly, a male me, my real side, would you like to touch it?

His voice was so hoarse that it almost shattered. It took all the courage in his whole body to ask such humble words. He held his heart and went to the other party.At this moment, he is not a famous actress, a legendary spy, or even a person from country Z. He is just a... sad soul longing for the love of his lover.

"..." Buttern looked at Gu Yang blankly, his expression was blank, and he said: "You lied to me...for so long, you never, never told me that you are a man, I always thought , you are a woman, I love you, a woman like Madame Butterfly...but you..."

"Why can't you lie to me to the end?"

Why do you want to show me the naked truth?

Let me know that the woman I love doesn't exist, he is a disgusting... man who has been in disguise for so long.

"Why... didn't you tell me..."

Tell me what I love is a thing that doesn't exist.

Gu Yang looked at him for a long, long time, a strand of hair fell on his ear, he laughed uncontrollably, the louder and louder he laughed, and finally fell to the ground with tears running down his face from laughing.

I am a heartless person.

I am an actor, I should not be affectionate and righteous, I am a spy, how can I be emotional and righteous.The pain I am experiencing now is all my own fault. If I cheated on someone, how could I not cheat until the end.

Why, why do I have to ask if there is any real affection, if there is a trace of love, why, what qualifications do I have to question him, how can I be qualified to ask someone if he has true feelings for me, a mere scumbag.

I'm really emotional?Am I not lying to him too?Lie here and there, who hurt whom?I voluntarily disguised myself as a man, volunteered for the country, and voluntarily stayed with him.Then why in the end, the country is not the country, the family is not the family, everything is wrong?

Or am I wrong in the first place?

He stumbled and struggled to leave, his posture was extremely ugly, and he didn't have the demeanor and charm of a famous actress at all.But the intense grief and impact made Xu An speechless.

He is like a dog.

Gu Yang fell to the ground and laughed uncontrollably. He covered his face with one hand desperately, but tears kept flowing from between his fingers. His whole body was trembling constantly, and the scene fell into silence. That absolute, overwhelming despair and sadness... the hope that was ruthlessly and directly destroyed.After the gorgeous shell made of that costume was forcibly peeled off, he revealed his pale and weak body covered in bruises.

Shi Peipu was only 26 years old when he met Bursico, was assigned a task by the state, and decided to disguise himself as a woman and use his body as a bait.

He was only 17 years old when he joined the organization and determined to serve the country.

But now, at the age of 44, he has nothing and nowhere to rely on.In the past 18 years, he was far away from his motherland and came to this strange land alone.With all his strength and love, he wove a touching lie, which deceived Boursico and himself.He asked himself, is he Mr. Shi or Miss Shi?Now, no one can tell.

The wheel of time is so ruthless, crushing a period of youth and a memory into pieces.

A long time passed.

In a prison in country F, a man, a western man, sits in front of a mirror that has cracks.His body was thin and his clothes were ragged, but when he looked in the mirror, what he saw was a white-faced, red-lipsed Japanese woman in a gorgeous kimono. With a pitiful and tolerant smile, the woman watched calmly. he.

He knows who she is.

The radio in the prison was broadcasting some news about current affairs. The announcer spoke with a strong French accent and said: "The Ministry of Foreign Affairs of State Z said...it is all nonsense. Recently, they have sent the Peking Opera artist...Mr. Shi Peipu, Brought back to the country..."

That man, when he heard this broadcast, his body began to tremble. He stared at the cracked mirror for a long time, and suddenly let out a hoarse laugh, then swayed, like a real Japanese woman, to Looking at the non-existent existence, he bowed gracefully.

The woman in the mirror, the tragic Madame Butterfly Qiao Qiaosang who committed suicide by suicide, also stood up and bowed. He looked at the sky and said calmly as if he was giving the greatest speech. : "Hello, Butterfly."

At the same time, a theater in the far east.Gu Yang sat in front of the dressing table expressionlessly, picked up the rouge, and pressed it on his face. His perfect makeup was reflected in the mirror. It was the dress that an actor should have. Liangliang, the assistant put on the Chinese clothes for him, and said respectfully: "Welcome back."

Gu Yang walked straight towards the front desk as if he hadn't heard of it. The closer he got, the more he could see the light and shadow coming from the crack in the door.Last time, he went from the stage to the backstage, this time, he went from darkness to light.

The light was so dazzling that it almost melted his whole body. He was used to living in the dark, so how could he be exposed to the light again.

He walked onto the stage, and the audience was full of seats, and the audience was silent.Gu Yang moved the corners of his mouth, suddenly raised his sleeves to cover his face, and sang, "The little girl is named Zhu Yingtai... The little girl disguised herself as a boy and entered the academy... Teach the world to know that pink is not for men..."

On the other side, the Western man in the prison, taking his time to perform his show.

He cleared his throat and let out a low moan.

That is the most classic last paragraph of "Madame Butterfly".

That aria, uttered from the man's thick and powerful voice, turned out to be so crazy and terrifying. He hummed this passage in a low voice, over and over again, intermittently. That melody, at some point, had already been engraved in his heart , engraved in the soul.

Mrs. Butterfly, Qiao Qiaosang, is a peculiar woman. On the one hand, she loves her husband and is humble to the extreme. On the other hand, after knowing that her husband has changed his mind, she pulls out her dagger and kills herself without any hesitation at all.But what people usually see is only her infatuated side, but they can't see her unfeeling side.

There is only a thin line between love and madness. Butern once thought that the story was just about an infatuated oriental woman who fell in love with a fickle western man. But now, after many years, he finally understands. What you see is just the most superficial.

This opera is not praising the tragic and great love, but telling people the end of love.

In his mind, that unique oriental face appeared again, indistinguishable from male and female, unique.

He remembered, a lot of time, a lot of stories.

Who do I love?What I love is but a dream.

He fiddled with his clothes and sang that opera. He always thought that he would like to watch Shi Peipu's performance the most. Only now did he realize that the actor he wanted most was himself.

"I thought I loved her."

"He thought I didn't love him."

"Actually, I don't know who I love. Until today, I finally realized that I have fallen in love with her since that day many years ago, the moment I heard that play. Ah, I Loving her, despite her, is a lie woven by a man... who deceived me..."

"But so what?"

So what?

Butterflies, butterflies, butterflies, colorful butterflies surrounded him and captured him. He is the source of this illusion, and he is the real Madame Butterfly.What he loves may not be Shi Peipu or others, but his own heart.

He laughed loudly, and in the violent illusion and distorted reality, he slit his throat with a knife. At the end, this Western man finally understood where his love came from. Shi Peipu did not lie. He, he lied to himself.

A full 18 years.

Amidst the blood all over the floor, the figure in kimono fell slowly, like Qiao Qiaosang in the drama, bidding farewell to the world.

On the stage, Gu Yang sang loudly, just as he was singing the ups and downs of the butterfly transformation, Zhu Yingtai saw that Liang Shanbo was dead, so she jumped into the grave in her wedding dress, and ended herself, the affection between the two was moved. Going to heaven, turning into a butterfly, lingering away.

He sang and sang, for some reason, a tear fell from the corner of his perfectly made-up eyes, he sang: "Life is not the same quilt, death is the same acupuncture point, death is the same acupuncture point, I did it, I became a butterfly and mournful. Among the flowers on the bottom of the leaves, Feel free and graceful. Even if you let it go from spring to autumn, you will end up with endless regrets, endless regrets..."

He suddenly remembered that when he first appeared on stage at the age of 17, he also sang this song "Blessed Lovers".

Everything is back to the original point.

Here, he met that young foreigner, who was full of enthusiasm and infatuation, obedient to him.Although he was indifferent on the surface, his heart could not help but shake. They looked at each other on and off the stage, and saw the depths of each other's hearts at a glance.

Are you a man... or a woman?

You should call me...Miss Shi.

Some things are wrong at the beginning, wrong, and can never be corrected.

My name is Shi Peipu.

I have sung many plays in my life.

The best scene I sang is the play of my life. I sang away the only audience, and the whole world applauded me. They said, Miu Miu Miu, you sang really well, so well, you acted so well really good.I took my life, went to gamble a game, and sang a play hoarsely.So I went bankrupt and had nothing.

My story is the story of an actor.

He closed his eyes, and slowly knelt down on the stage under the scorching gazes of everyone. The light illuminated the heavy and gorgeous costume on his body. It was light, warmth, and a flame that would melt him.

He quietly and silently melted into this flame, and he knew with peace of mind that this was where he came from and where he went.

This is my home.

The drama is over.

The song ends.

Xu An stood in front of the camera, motionless, his whole body was stiff, he raised his eyes blankly, his face was already full of tears.He turned his head and looked at the sobbing staff behind him, then he stumbled and ran in front of Gu Yang, knelt down, his knees slammed on the cold ground, took out a tissue, wiped his face, Intermittently said: "Don't cry... ah... don't cry... you acted really well... child... I'm so proud of you..."

Gu Yang raised his face and let him move. At some point, tears covered his pale face. He looked at the other person blankly, and saw another person through him, that was Shi Peipu, that was Butterfly Jun.

——That man, standing in a dark corner, smiled at him softly, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes. He was dressed in a dark red Tang suit, unfolded a folding fan in his hand, and sang softly: "...Life and death, who do you depend on? Water passes away Yunfei hurts himself... I am a man, not a girl..."

The author has something to say: He looks like a dog, a line from Westward Journey, very sad.

I was originally a girl, not a man.This sentence comes from Kunqu Opera "Si Fan", although more people know it is because of "Farewell My Concubine"

In Butterfly Lovers, Zhu Yingtai wore mourning clothes at the end, which has been changed here, and the opera lines are from the original song.

In reality, Shi Peipu did not return to his homeland. His life is like a play, and a play is like a life. I can only offer my respect and condolences.He, and many of his colleagues, were very great men.