Brother he died again [Quick Transmigration]

After the second act ended, the actors greeted the audience one by one and said goodbye to the cheerful music. Song Zhiyu appeared on the stage in a costume, and the scene received warm applause, which he did not expect before.The role of Cherubino has always been played by women before, and one of the arias expressing the state of mind of the countess is even more classic. It is self-evident that it is difficult for a man to complete a mezzo-soprano aria.

Looking at the almost full audience in front of him, and the lights illuminating the lingering excitement on everyone's faces, Song Zhiyu turned his gaze to the second floor and gave a stage salute.Song Qiuyuan's eyes were red, and he waved to his son. He has never been good at speaking, and tried hard to control his pride and excitement.Song Nian, who was sitting on the side, silently watched the intersection of their eyes.Originally, he would sit in the box of the bar like countless ordinary and boring nights, listening to the chaotic words through the crowd far away.But now that the curtain has fallen, in the crowd, the emotions between strangers seem to be connected at this moment.Song Nian looked at Song Zhiyu on the stage wrapped in gorgeous costumes and lights, familiar yet unfamiliar.

Because it was the premiere performance, after the encore was sung, the actors added an encore song as an Easter egg for the premiere at the enthusiastic request of the audience.After a short discussion, the head of the troupe walked up to Limai: "Good evening, everyone. It is a great honor to meet you in the theater tonight. I hope you can feel our actors' love for you and our love for the opera from this opera." Love. Let Figaro and Susanna take a break first, let the count and countess reorganize their mood, and let us invite the lovely Cherubino to sing his aria-"Do you know what love is"! Song Zhiyu walked out from a row of actors, feeling shy and reserved, but not too nervous, and smiled brightly at the audience.Then the stage lights dimmed, and when the white spotlights came on again, it seemed that once again there stood the amorous young man expressing his love to the sad countess.

——Do you know what is love?

Can you understand my mood?Can you understand my mood?

I want to tell you everything, and I can't explain the novel feeling.

I just feel that my heart is turbulent;

Sometimes I'm excited, sometimes I'm depressed,

My heart is full of fire,

For a moment, I felt cold as ice again.

Happiness calls me from afar,

In a blink of an eye it was gone again,

Song Nian looked at Song Zhiyu on the stage, and the latter's gaze was also on him, without Cherubino's cautiousness and youthfulness, and frank and frank, Song Nian felt for a moment whether he was being self-indulgent.

—I don’t know why I sigh all day long,

No peace day and night;

I don't know why I'm terrified,

But I am willing to suffer this torture.

Do you know what is love?

Can you understand my mood?

Can you understand my mood?Can you understand my mood?

After singing the song, the notes dissipated, and applause and cheers filled the air in the theater. Song Nian looked at the young man under the spotlight, but his keen senses could only hear the beating of his heart under his pulse and the resonance of his own breathing.

"Sir, do you have anything to store? Why don't I help you get it out now, the show is about to end, you can walk slowly, and you won't have to wait in line later." Song Nian felt that he needed some Fresh air, to digest the feeling just now, a feeling that I couldn't avoid before.

Song Qiuyuan originally wanted to refuse, but realized that it was not himself who needed this help but the young man in front of him. "Okay, sorry to trouble you." After finishing speaking, he handed over the number plate of the storage office. "I don't know what to call you yet, young man."

"Song Nian." Song Nian got up and bowed politely, "Then wait for you at the entrance of the theater later?"

"Oh, or go directly to the actor's passage at the back door?"

"I'm so happy, sir." Song Nian took the sign and left his seat first. The head of the stage introduced the actors tonight with a relaxed tone, "The actor who plays Cherubino—Song Zhiyu... ..."

After taking things from the depository, Song Nian walked through the empty hall with flowers in his hands, opened the inconspicuous back door, and the cold night wind came blowing in his face.Song Nian doesn't know what's wrong, just like the lyrics "you can understand my mood", he feels that he has never understood Song Zhiyu's mood, and if he is a normal person now, his ears are probably red The root of the neck.Song Nian suddenly had strong self-doubt about his own performance. What kind of situation is he now?

"Xiao Song, you are indeed here." Song Qiuyuan said in a gentle voice.

"Your flowers and coat, sir. I'm sorry, but I think the theater is a little stuffy, so I will stand outside for a while."

Song Qiuyuan didn't take his coat, but waved to Song Nian and walked to the other door on the right.

"This is the actor's passage. Entering it is their dressing room and rest room."

"you?"

"Today is my son's premiere, Cherubino, I don't know if Xiao Song still remembers you?"

"Then you are the director of San Lorenzo Church, Mr. Song Qiuyuan!" Song Nian looked a little surprised, but Song Qiuyuan, who was revealed before introducing himself, was obviously really surprised.

"My father is Chinese and my mother is from Milan. After they passed away, I moved to Lunsa by myself and opened a tavern. After I came here, I heard from local friends that there was also a family named Song in Lunsa. That's why I knew about you. But I don't usually socialize very much, so I don't have any chance to meet." Song Nian was afraid that he would not be able to explain how he knew Song Qiuyuan's identity, so he made up a reason when he was listening to the piano in the square, and Knowing the identity of the other party but pretending not to know, it is better to tell the truth directly.

"It seems that sometimes having a surname that doesn't match the surrounding environment has some advantages, that is, it is easier for others to remember. Hahahaha." The elder didn't seem to think much, and replied with some self-deprecation.The two walked through a corridor that was neither long nor short. There were portraits and photos of some dramatists on the walls, including famous actors and singers.At the end of the corridor is the back of the stage, and the powder room and lounge are in the middle of the corridor.But Song Qiuyuan didn't knock on the door, but chose to stand outside the door, waiting for the actors to remove their make-up and change their clothes.Song Nian was planning to give the bouquet to Mr. Song and then go home. After all, this time he had achieved his goal of getting familiar with Song Qiuyuan.At this time, the door opened.

Song Zhiyu just changed out of costumes, without removing her makeup.It's just that he didn't expect to see Song Qiuyuan and Song Nian holding a bouquet of daisies as soon as he opened the door. It was a bit unexpected, but the appearance of some people obviously enhanced his sense of pleasure.

"It seems that the staff passage is really easy to find. The supervisor can come with his companions? Or is it this kind Mr. Song who led the way?"

"On the contrary, Mr. Qiuyuan brought me here, and this bouquet of daisies." Song Nian handed the bouquet back to Song Qiuyuan without any trace.

"Son, congratulations on your successful debut." The elder paused, "I'm proud of you." When he spoke again, his voice trembled slightly.Song Zhiyu took the flowers and shared a hug with his only relative in this world.

There are staff coming and going in the corridor, and the exhausted and excited conversations of the actors who have just left behind the door add a lot of vitality.

"I'm very glad that you can come to my performance today, Song Nian." Song Zhiyu held flowers and looked at Song Nian, "I saw you leave early, but I didn't expect to meet you here."

"A surprise coincidence. Today's performance is great, and there will be an encore after the end." After the words were answered, the key point in Song Nian's heart was that he knew that he had left the stage early, and the one who sang the aria look. [If you are passionate about yourself, you must be passionate about yourself. ]

Afterwards, Song Zhiyu told Song Qiuyuan that he and Song Nian met for the first time in a bar, and the three said goodbye at the City Hall Square, and they had a great time talking along the way.Song Nian looked at the backs of the old and the young walking side by side under the street lights, and suddenly felt a little relieved. At least in this time and space, Zhiyu had people who cared about him and people he cared about before he met him.Although he wasn't standing beside him, Song Nian turned around and secretly made up his mind that he must protect this time-space acquaintance.What he didn't know was that Song Zhiyu was also watching his figure at the moment.

Some encounters are like the Roche limit between planets. They are attracted by each other's gravitational force, and want to escape before they lose control. They have to use desperate courage to change all preset trajectories.

An old man and a young man were walking on the street with few pedestrians, thinking of Song Nian who said goodbye just now, Song Zhiyu asked, "Dad, is that old piano at home still there?"

"Yes, it's in the storage room next to your room. The piano is old, let's tune it tomorrow."

"It seems that you haven't played for a long time."

"The two most loyal listeners are not around. I don't want to listen to it by myself. It's easy to become sad."

"Then play Ode to Joy."

"A great melody is often sad, because it is not the melody that is sad, but the person who created her." It seems that the old man who has lived alone for many years feels a little emotional after this performance.

"I heard that the old earl who just passed away donated some documents to the church." Song Zhiyu changed the subject.

"Yeah, I just met a few times before, in some cultural salons. Sometimes when a person has wealth and status, he doesn't mind sharing it with others."

"If you want to share it, shouldn't you give it to the Uffizi Museum? There are so many tourists there. The family documents are donated to the church, obviously more inclined to preserve them. As for why they are given to San Lorenzo, I think it is because of you. "

"Oh? What do you say?"

"The city of Lensa has a long history, and there are too many churches and museums to enumerate, and you are the only scholar among these leaders. Documents are just a pile of waste paper in the eyes of ordinary people, and there is not much appreciation value. The research focus of the museum is more It lies in protection; for libraries, it is also shelved; for San Lorenzo, it can increase the possibility of documents not being dusted."

"Hahahaha, then I will take it as the opera singer's compliment."

"Mr. Director, like me, an opera singer, still has a long way to go. There is a new research object, but there is not much time to mourn."

"Sorrowful? Are you talking about the song "Sorrowful" written by Schubert?" Song Qiuyuan knew that Song Zhiyu's detour was to comfort him.

"It's Beethoven."

"Oh, is it? I can't remember, why don't you play it again tomorrow so I can recall it."

"Mr. Song, I was wrong. "Pathetic" was written by Schubert."

"Hey, I still can't remember the melody, why don't you play it for me when you get back later." Lao Song frowned, pretending to be trying to remember.

"Is "Ode to Joy" okay?" Song Zhiyu didn't expect that he originally wanted to comfort the old man who was full of emotions today, but he didn't expect to revisit the song that was like a childhood nightmare, trying to bargain and struggle.

"Lach's concerto is also good."

"Okay, okay, "Sorrow", I will play "Sorrow" for you as soon as the sound is finished tomorrow." There is a well-informed father in the family, and Song Zhiyu feels that his life is not easy.

The night leaves the final tenderness to the starry sky, and people under the starry sky will see tenderness as long as they look up.