Did the celebrity fall today? [Entertainment]

This time, we will not only pay homage to Zhangshanghong, but also offer incense to Zaihong next to him.According to the documentary party's explanation, Zaihong is Zhangshanghong's childhood sweetheart, the person who helped Zhangshanghong leave Yan Huitang, and he made a major contribution to the establishment of Ding Chengfeng.

Ah this...

I worship myself?I bring Zaihong to worship Zaihong?This scene is really solemn and harmonious.

Moreover, the cemeteries of the two people are close to each other. With the imagination of today's netizens, I don't know how many theories will come out.

Speaking of it this way, it's all the fault of the good-for-nothing people back then who buried him beside Zaihong, making it so embarrassing now.

Zhuang Jing glanced at Jin Hong, feeling uncomfortable, and turned his eyes away again.

Forget it, let’s continue watching the content of the documentary.

This documentary is divided into four episodes, detailing the origin, prosperity, disbandment and revival of Ding Chengfeng.Of course, as a documentary, there are not many places that need real people to perform, and it will still focus on historical materials, interviews, and live-action shooting.

The documentary is produced by Musheng Entertainment, which belongs to Fengshan Culture Co., Ltd., and the most exciting four 10-minute content will be edited and broadcast simultaneously at the commemorative ceremony.

There are several episodes Zhuang Jing wants to perform, but the ones related to Zaihong are all about his youth and youth, after all, the two never met each other later.

After a rough search, they would go to the Baylor Mansion to shoot scenes. The young Zhuang Jing practiced operas in the garden of the Baylor Mansion, and Zai Hong watched from the side; Going to a teahouse, the two of them drink tea, listen to cross talk and eat snacks together.

Nothing major, all memories from ordinary life.

Jin Hong flicked the paper: "How come Zaihong doesn't have a word, how can I show my superb acting skills to netizens?"

Zhuang Jing just ate a mouthful of mapo tofu, and hurriedly drank a cup of cold tea, teasing him: "Fourth brother, don't talk big, for performances without words, all emotions must be expressed with eyes, that's really difficult."

"Facing you, am I still worried that I won't be able to get into the show?" Jin Hong said, "And we have to go back to our previous home in long gowns."

The previous home was the Baylor Mansion after a long absence.

Zhuang Jing raised his head, saw indulgence and tenderness in Jin Hong's eyes, and bumped his heart so lightly that when Jin Hong stretched out his hand, he forgot to dodge it.

Jin Hong's fingers are long and slender, with distinct bone knots, and a layer of thin calluses has been formed due to years of exercise.These somewhat rough fingers caressed the corners of Zhuang Jing's lips, and then wiped the soft place.

It's like it's got a stamp on it.

Before Zhuang Jing could react in the future, Jin Hong stopped his hands and smiled and said, "Look, even the food has not improved after so many years, and it still leaks out like when I was a child." After speaking, he wiped his finger on the napkin, and the paper There is a clear little red oil stain on it.

Embarrassed, Zhuang Jing took out a tissue angrily, and wiped his reddened mouth again and again, but the feeling left on his cheek after the skin was touched became even stronger.

Jin Hong, ever since his identity was revealed, Zaihong's annoying vigor of being so stingy with teasing cats and dogs back then has also returned.

Zhuang Jing squeezed the toilet paper into a ball in his palm, and looked around unconvinced: "Where is the handsome, gentlemanly and considerate Chairman Jin? Why do I only hear a sparrow here?"

Jin Hong smiled, and gave Zhuang Jing a chopstick of green vegetables: "Don't grab the meat and eat more crude fiber. How about it, sparrows are not so considerate?"

Zhuang Jing secretly gave Jin Hong a hammer in his heart, and ate up all the vegetables.

On February 2, all crew members and members of the Fengshan Peking Opera Troupe came to Jingfu Mountain to worship Zhangshanghong.

They prepared very well. In addition to the common offerings such as roast chicken, roast suckling pig, and various fruits and flowers, they also invited famous chefs to prepare eighteen dishes that Zhangshanghong liked most. fragrance.

Zaihong's tomb is next to it, and the tribute is like red palm, which is also very lively.

Zhuang Jing quietly said to Jin Hong: "My good fellow, if you really want to make offerings, why don't we let the two of us eat these good things, so that it really reaches the patriarch's stomach."

The commemorative event was very large-scale, and many old-timers in the opera world also came. Zhuang Jing and Jin Hong could only be regarded as juniors in front of these octogenarians, ranking behind them.

In fact, Sheng Muhuai also asked Zhuang Jing privately if he wanted to offer incense, but Zhuang Jing refused, and he wanted to participate in this sacrifice as an ordinary junior.

The elders, leaning on crutches and sitting in wheelchairs, came devoutly and respectfully to the tomb of Palm Red, and stood awe-inspiring.Zhuang Jing looked at these faces one by one, but couldn't recognize who they were.

The years have left too many traces on people, and have taken away too much youth.

Only in the words of others and the old man's own conversation did he know that the old man on crutches was Han Yubang, the most handsome and most stylish young martial arts teacher in the Capital Opera School; The centenarian who is still decent and elegant is Fan Yuwei, a famous actress of the same generation as Yunchun and the others, and later the vice principal of the Capital Opera School; the grandmother who is already in her 80s, with exquisite makeup and a green jade bracelet is his once Personally instructed, the first student of the Capital Opera School - Huadan Situyun.He still remembered that Situ Yun was a head shorter than others when she entered school, like a little jumping bean. be lazy.

There are also some old people who are the descendants of his Ding Chengfeng students. They may have met once when they were babies, and now they have become the seniors of Liyuanxing.

Zhuang Jing was filled with emotions, and only Jin Hong could confide, so he whispered: "Seeing them, I feel very old too."

Jin Hong said: "They have lived a magnificent life, and we left halfway." He pointed to the two tombs standing side by side. The cold and hard material made them seem to be able to withstand years of wind and rain. The original tomb was smashed in a special period long ago, and this is a newly built tomb later.

"We are fortunate to live a new life, so we must live with high spirits, and live every day like a newborn."

Looking at Jin Hong's quiet side face, Zhuang Jing felt that at least his heartbeat was still strong and young.

After the older generation finished offering incense, it was finally their turn.Putting incense on Zhuang Jing's head is Wan Xingming, a young Peking opera actor. He is Sheng Muhuai's apprentice, a pillar of Fengshan's new generation, and an inheritor of Xin School art.

He held incense and worshiped very earnestly, knelt on the futon and kowtowed three times. Zhuang Jing heard him say in a low voice: "Master, please bless Fengshan for a long time. This commemorative event is a complete success, and my skills will also be better." Get better and better."

Zhuang Jing replied in a low voice: "Okay, the master heard your request, and the master also hopes that your wish can be realized, the next one—"

Jin Hong, who was listening to his chatter, pursed his lips and suppressed a smile.

Finally, it was time for the two of them to burn incense.Sheng Muhuai personally ordered the incense and delivered it to the two of them with a respectful attitude. Zhuang Jing took it with a smile and nodded at Sheng Muhuai.

The disciples behind her were a little confused. There were so many seniors present, and the class leader only served her master, Fan Yuwei, to light incense. Although Zhuang Jing and Jin Hong were celebrities, they were juniors outside Liyuan after all. Why should the master be so respectful? ?

Maybe it's because the characters that Zhuang Jing and Jin Hong are going to play are Zhang Shanghong and Zaihong?

And just after offering incense, the old man who was resting next to him saw Zhuang Jing holding the incense and worshiping, his heart was moved, and he said silently: It seems.

The young actor who is about to star in the palm of his hand not only looks like the young Boss Zhuang, but also looks like the young Boss Zhuang.

Situ Yun was emotional and even wiped away tears quietly.

Zhuang Jing looked at the brilliant flowers at his feet.

Originally, I thought I would have many feelings, but I didn't expect that when I bowed deeply to my grave, my heart turned out to be almost blank.He even thought like Wan Xingming: "If there is really supernatural power, if there is a soul with red palms who has not been reborn, but just looks at us in the sky, please bless Zaihong and I with a smooth life, wish It's over."

Inserting the incense into the censer, he walked towards Zaihong's tomb, turned his head, and saw Jin Hong staring at the red photo on the palm of the grave, holding the incense to his forehead, and closed his eyes reverently.It seems that both of them prefer to stay in front of the other's grave.

Closing his eyes and smiling, Zhuang Jing looked at Zaihong's tomb.Helped him move the tomb, but never had the opportunity to come to worship. Now the tomb is completely different from when he moved in hastily.

But the skeleton lying inside is still an old friend he restrained with his own hands, and has been involved in endless karma.

There was no futon prepared in front of Zaihong's tomb. Zhuang Jing knelt on the hard concrete floor and bowed three times sincerely.

There was no one behind Zaihong, and it is estimated that the grave has been deserted for so many years, and no one worshiped him.Whether it's the friendship of an old friend, the guilt accumulated over time, or the praise of a hero, he only wants to do it once.

With his forehead touching the ground, he muttered in a low voice: Zai Hong, you suffered in the previous life, let the past of blood and fire fade away, I will not let you be lonely again in this life.

The onlookers were even more puzzled. Others kowtowed to Zhang Shanghong because they were his descendants, disciples and grandchildren. When they came to Zaihong's tomb, everyone just offered incense and bowed to express their respect.

How come Zhuang Jing, who has no relatives and no reason to Zai Hong, knelt down in front of his grave, kowtowing so earnestly, the star really couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

Just as Zhuang Jing finished thinking about that passage, a pair of powerful hands helped him up.Jin Hong frowned, and asked with some distress: "Why are you kneeling?"

Zhuang Jing didn't want to say heavy words, so he said haha: "So many people kneel down to me, I'm afraid you will be jealous."

Jin Hong lowered his body and patted the dust on Zhuang Jing's trouser legs.Zhuang Jing was embarrassed: "There are so many people watching, what are you doing?"

Jin Hong didn't care, stood up calmly, put a stick of incense on himself hastily, and pulled Zhuang Jing back.

The interview content of the documentary has also started.

In front of the beautiful Jingfu Mountain, several old people talked about the elegant demeanor of Zhangshanghong that they had witnessed with their own eyes.

Sheng Muhuai supported Fan Yuwei's wheelchair, and the old artist said in a hoarse voice: "Mr. Zhangshanghong is a model in our Liyuan circle. I respect his character very much. He never gave up when Beiping fell and the war of resistance was the most difficult." Teaching has cultivated a large number of outstanding talents for our Liyuan community..."

Situ Yun said: "I love our Principal Zhuang so much. My family is not rich and I am young, so I insisted on going to the capital to learn opera. After listening to my singing clips, Principal Zhuang decided to accept me for free. Our non-local students had no place to go, so we invited us to his home for dinner. At that time, he didn’t need the special car allocated by the state, and he rode a bicycle to school every day. Don’t look at his age. Even our teenage girls are ashamed of their demeanor and figure. Without Principal Zhuang's care, I would never have entered the profession..."

The daughter of a well-known fancier during the Republic of China said: "When I was young, Boss Zhuang was still on stage. I remember it was the first stage outside the front door. The audience applauded loudly, sang another verse, and the audience was boiling again. In the end, I thanked the scene six or seven times, and everyone still has more to say..."

Zhuang Jing listened quietly at the side, he was obviously calm just now, but now he felt a soreness in his chest, and the tip of his nose and the tail of his eyes were red.Although Zhangshanghong is gone, his past is still remembered by so many people, and he hasn't left yet.

Jin Hong stood beside him, quietly accompanying him.Zhuang Jing wiped the corners of his eyes and said to Jin Hong, "Let's walk around Jingfu Mountain."