Costume Mountains and Rivers

Mo Qinghe sat in the background for a long time, Hang Yunyang realized that he had said something wrong, put on a soft and charming look, kept apologizing, and confessed his mistake, he was very guilty of making a phone call without thinking, and called his senior brother Pushed to the point of retreat, he also understands the weight of the drama in Mo Qinghe's heart, but Mo Qinghe has made up his mind to play silently, preparing, as if in an illusion, no matter how much Yun Yang pleads, he will not say a word up.

Hang Yunyang had already dressed up and went to the audience. Mo Qinghe hid in the background, and secretly opened a corner of the curtain, only to see that the stage was performing a weird show, the music was cheerful and playful, and seven or eight women in kimonos were all smiling and jumping. Jumping around to imitate a cat, Qinghe saw it in a small shop in Dongjiaomin Lane, it is a Japanese beckoning cat.

The soldiers in the audience had no manners at all at this time, probably because they were used to being old-fashioned at ordinary times, and they were finally released. They all smoked enough big cigarettes, their breasts were exposed and their breasts were soft and rotten, and they kept throwing small fruits and coins towards the stage .

Mo Qinghe glanced around, and found a handsome man in a black suit under the stage, with neat hair combed back, and a platinum watch chain exposed in his pocket. He was not smoking opium, but wearing a With a cigar, he talked seriously with Hang Yunyang.

Qing He thought for a while, thinking that this was probably Mr. Chen Zongyi, but he didn't even remember the appearance of this Mr. Chen after several glances. Every time he seemed to remember, when he closed his eyes, he only remembered his neat hair. He has a "valuable" businessman's air all over his body, but his face is not impressive in comparison.

The music stopped, the women in kimono removed one by one, the huqin played, the sandalwood board sounded, and the long ancient rhyme came through the air. Mo Qinghe took a deep breath, pretended to be Cui Yingying, and appeared on the stage.

There was booing in the audience, and Kawata Hisashi was the one who took the lead in making the most noise.

Qing He raised his hand to signal Le Ban to stop, he folded his hands on his knees, and gave a blessed salute to the audience.

The Japanese soldiers didn't know what he was going to do, they squinted their eyes and stared at Mo Qinghe through the smoky illusion surrounded by clouds and fog.

Qinghe said clearly word by word: "Although today is not a public performance, everyone is educated. I hope everyone can bear witness to me. Mo Qinghe will not sing from today on."

Many Japanese military officers could not understand Chinese, and after hearing the translator's report, they couldn't help whispering to each other. Someone was drunk and cursed at him with Japanese swear words.Qinghe didn't understand, but he also knew that he was looking down on him. However, at the last moment, he lost his temper. He didn't care about the Japanese soldiers in the audience.

Master's original words, Beijing opera is solemn and lively, while Kunqu opera is a dream, Mo Qinghe's meticulous interpretation, every look, every singing voice is extremely perfect, as if the whole first half of life in the opera has been waiting for this day.

Cui Yingying met Zhang Sheng in the back garden.

The noisy noise in the audience became smaller and smaller. Some people put their pipes to their mouths and forgot to smoke them. Some people forgot their words in the middle of what they were saying. They were so shocked by Mo Qinghe's peak acting skills that they almost forgot to breathe.

Shen Peinan was usually used to his singing, so he played with a geisha indifferently, and finally realized that something was wrong. Just as he was about to ask the person in his arms for his opinion, the woman in layered dress looked at Mo Qing blankly. He raised his finger to his lips to prevent Shen Peinan from opening his mouth.

At the end of the three-fold West Wing, Mo Qinghe quickly removed and changed her make-up, and the concubine of Mei Pai was drunk. , A hearty joy arose.

Unknowingly, he walked a little faster, his eyes became sharper, he turned around, raised his head, and swallowed a cup of strong wine, as if he was not playing a concubine who fell out of favor, but an emperor who turned his hands into clouds and rain, standing in front of him. Above the heavens, barbarians from all directions are attracted to worship me in the great China.

An actor's ability to regain his dignity depends entirely on his hard work on stage. Mo Qinghe's throat almost bleeds, his face is empty and cold, and finally he lies neatly on his side, with the rustle of flowers and durian skirts , the gongs and drums stopped, and the audience was dumbfounded.

He quickly ran backstage, hurriedly removed his make-up, and cleaned up the mess, because he knew that it was too late, and the poisonous snake named Chuantian was about to kill him.

Mo Qinghe had just washed off the paint on her face, changed back into a suit and leather shoes, and was busy packing up her costumes when Shen Peinan suddenly rushed in from the door and ran away dragging Qinghe's wrist.

"I don't want anything, come with me!"

Mo Qinghe was almost thrown off his back by him, and the two staggered and ran along the stairs. The gendarmerie did not dare to stop Shen Peinan when they saw Shen Peinan's military rank, so they went all the way unimpeded. Kawata came out from nowhere and stood right in front of the two of them.

Shen Peinan finally lost his patience, swept Mo Qinghe behind him, suddenly pulled out a pistol, and pointed at Hisashi Kawata's forehead.

Chuantian was disheveled and hadn't recovered from the excitement of the performance. At this time, he forgot that the situation was critical, and spoke blunt Chinese: "Mr. Shen, don't get me wrong, I really want to express my appreciation to Mr. Mo I mean, the operas in your country are great, I really want to treat Mr. Mo to a meal..."

Shen Peinan was completely unmoved. The extreme and violent elements in his character were brought to the extreme by repeated provocations. He was about to pull the trigger as soon as he pulled his index finger back. The security of the Gendarmerie panicked. Lifting them up at the same time, aiming at Shen Peinan!

The two groups confront each other, and neither of them wants to take a step back.

Kawata smiled, trying to ease Shen Peinan's emotions, and said respectfully: "I just want to invite Mr. Mo to dinner, and I have no other intentions. Mr. Shen, please don't be too domineering. Qing He is an independent man, and he has the right to move freely. You should ask his opinion."

Shen Peinan took a step forward, and his voice was like a thunder: "Get out of here, he is my bird, don't say where he is going to live, even if he dies, he has to listen to me, if we don't talk about state relations today, we will talk about it." Household matters, you come to him again to give me a cuckold, I will blow your head off first, and then I will explain to Fujiwara!"

Chuantian swallowed a big mouthful of saliva, knowing that it was his own fault for making trouble with Fujiwara, so he gave Shen Peinan a vicious look, and flashed a way out.

The two escaped from the siege of the gendarmerie and walked away all the way.

The heavy rain that had been holding back for a whole day finally poured down, and the air was filled with the smell of damp earth. Adjutant Xiao Gu had been waiting for a long time, but the torrential rain in Beiping was coming, and big raindrops hit the bottom of the umbrella from all directions. , leaving no room for drying from head to toe.Shen Peinan pulled Mo Qinghe and ran all the way towards the car, but was still drenched.

It was only after this scuffle that Mo Qinghe discovered that it was normal for Shen Peinan to act like a bandit, and it was only his politeness that disrupted the overall situation. The two managed to escape in a simple and rude way, but they were howled by the heavy rain, as if they were competing with each other. With a loud voice, he yelled happily in the rainstorm and strong wind.

As soon as the car door was opened, Shen Peinan and Mo Qinghe rolled into the car one after the other. Mo Qinghe almost kicked off his shoes, his chin hit Shen Peinan's shoulder, and he fell into the mud.

Rubbing his neck and looking up, he met Shen Peinan's smiling eyes, frank and hearty, like someone who won a game