grandfather's daughter-in-law

I dug out my summer undershirt from the box and wanted to re-cut a corset, but the undershirt with only a thin layer of cloth could no longer restrain the fullness of my chest.I secretly cut off a piece of white silk left over from Ding Yongchang's death, and wrapped it tightly around my chest.In that small room, the time was dim, and I seemed to return to the shy little girl back then.I pressed my hands tightly to my chest, and I could vaguely feel its softness under several layers of white silk, so I sighed inexplicably.

Experts have said that homosexuality is determined by innate biological factors, coupled with acquired social and psychological factors, which make a person's feelings for same-sex emotions exceed the absolute threshold, and eventually prompt a person to engage in same-sex behavior.There is a same-sex relationship hidden in everyone's heart. It may hide behind the mother-daughter relationship where blood is thicker than water, or the intimate sisterhood, but as long as it exceeds this threshold, it will evolve into thousands of years. Same-sex behavior that is not ashamed by the traditional feudal ethics.And when I was young, maybe after I burned the biography that I forgot the name, maybe when I hid in the shady corner of time and scrubbed the underwear stained with dark brown menstrual blood, I inevitably exceeded this threshold.Because I was young, I ignorantly defined the model of love, and stubbornly followed this model, so I loathed my bulging breasts again and again, like a tumor that shouldn't exist, and the dense yin that is not clean [ Mao, seems to indicate that we will never be able to escape the sad fate of animal nature.This is the denial of the clean and pure life of childhood, and the blasphemy of the young and sacred love. It shows off its might, but we can do nothing about it.Time has allowed us to grow up without exception.Without exception, I became a real woman.

Everything is fate!

However, my niche life was not smooth.Some things can be learned and shaped the day after tomorrow, breasts can be erased, and short heights can be worn with upturned boots, but the inherently feminine voice is a problem that I cannot overcome.I thought about shouting hoarsely to the sky, and worried that it would be too late.The more traditional the Gezai opera, the more sophisticated the audience's taste. Raw characters are the core of a play, and they show the boldness, wisdom and strength of men. How can they be more feminine than female characters?But two or three games are enough to leave me nowhere.

When Yu Minxiu came back, I was walking back from the stage to our small room with a face full of frustration.I pushed open the door and saw that she was only wearing an undershirt, with her back to the door.Hearing the sound, she hurriedly picked up the coat on the bedside and covered her chest. When she turned around and saw it was me, she reproached and said, "You scared me to death. I thought some man came in." She put the coat on her body.

With a sad face on my face, I walked weakly to the edge of the bed and sat down, sighing long.The joy of being reunited after a farewell did not dispel the sense of loss that I could not make a difference.She had a smart mind, she guessed about seven or eight points from my makeup, and asked, "Are you cross-dressing?"

The tip of her nose was red just after entering the house from the cold wind, and her thin lips greeted me with concern in front of me, and my heart suddenly softened.Looking at her tired but delicate face, I suddenly raised my voice and raised her chin and said frivolously: "Have you never seen such a handsome guy before?"

She smiled cleverly, but nodded lightly in cooperation, allowing me to pinch my chin, winking like silk, "You are the most handsome man I have ever seen."

I approached her: "Then did you fall in love with me at first sight?"

She shyly turned her head away, her eyes were eagerly looking forward, and she wanted to refuse to return the welcome.

I leaned closer: "How about staying with me tonight?"

"You..." She suddenly turned her head in embarrassment, but because of this seemingly emotional negligence, her hoarse voice was exposed. She couldn't go on acting anymore, spat at herself, and said, "Listen to me." This voice can't play that delicate lady at all. Don't play."

I took her hand and said sadly: "You have aroused my lovesickness, how can you bear to abandon me?"

I felt that I was expressing my love for many years, and I even felt my blush cheeks and secretly suppressed breathing.I have never dared to play with her like this, and I have never been so outspoken, but at this moment I indulged myself to express my feelings in a joke.My heart was pounding, I was afraid that the smart woman would hear any clues, and I hoped that the smart she would hear any clues.But she just hugged her arms tightly and said angrily: "Come on, I've got goosebumps all over the floor." Then she took advantage of the trend and pulled me to the mirror behind her, with her face pressed against mine , "Look at the two of us, who looks more like a man? Listen to this voice, who is more like a man?"

In the mirror, she has a straight nose and sharply cut temple eyebrows.The sharp sword eyebrow exudes a heroic spirit.Her deep voice has the unique advantages of a male voice, even if it is not deliberately lowered, it is rougher than mine.The heavy oil paint on my face has not been washed off, and the facial features still show a feminine outline.

"You." I pouted and whispered, getting more and more funny.The confidence of playing and playing just now was gone, replaced by her penetrating laughter echoing like a bell.

"Why don't you play a new role? You must be very good-looking and popular." This strange idea suddenly popped into my mind.

"Me?" She stopped her voice and waved her hands again and again, "I can't do it anymore, I can't speak Taiwanese at all, and it's hard for me to even understand."

"Okay, okay, I can speak more Taiwanese. I don't know how to do it before." I urged her to sit down by the bed without any explanation, and took the cosmetic box on her desk—the one on it. It has been covered with a thick layer of ash. "Let me change it for you first."

There was a smile on the corner of her mouth, half helpless and half pampering to indulge my waywardness.Her smile is so beautiful, the arc of her mouth is slightly raised, like a crescent moon.White teeth, like pearls.My lips are a little dry, so I can't help but want to moisten her.She closed her eyes and asked me to apply foundation. Her fair and delicate face was right in front of my eyes, every inch of skin and every pore were clearly visible.I can even see the tiny capillaries under the skin.There are slight fluffs on the sides of the cheeks, which are light and cute.

"Ready?" she asked.Woke up my mind.

"Okay," I said, "just the foundation."

"You are so annoying." She opened her eyes and looked at me.The brilliant eyes pierced my absent-mindedness like a glance, and I had no choice but to speed up the movements of my hands.

The skin is like creamy fat, the collar is like a grub, the teeth are like a gourd rhinoceros, the head of a gnat is like a moth, the smile is charming, and the eyes are beautiful.That's all I can think of to describe her.With a little powder and Dai embellishment, these gorgeous words are no longer enough to describe her beauty in my heart.

"You are beautiful." I said.Push the mirror in front of her.

She gave me a shy look, then looked into the mirror.Carefully stroking the male bun on his head with his hands, he looked left and right, the corners of his mouth were always in a good-looking arc, and then boasted unceremoniously: "Isn't this called a natural beauty that can't be abandoned?" He looked up at me, " You have a good technique." Then he leaned closer to the mirror and took a closer look, "This is the first time I've pretended to be a man, how about it, can you fascinate women better than you?"

I thought to myself that you don't have to act like a man to charm many women, so I have already bowed down under your pomegranate skirt, but I greeted you with a smile on my face, "Yes, yes, you look the best, no matter what you wear The make-up is the best in the world. Oh no, you are already the best in the world without makeup. Look, what a handsome and handsome man, I'm about to fall in love with him."

She glanced back at me, with a smile on the corner of her eyes, and blamed embarrassingly: "How can you boast like this."

"What I'm talking about is the truth," I corrected righteously, leaning against her dressing table, "Didn't the little girl express her heartfelt love just now, and wish she could give her body?"

She stood up, "Come on, don't talk more and more out of bounds."

There had never been such a happy and easy time before, and there probably never will be again.I extravagantly hope that this moment can go slower, and then slower, so that I can properly engrave it into the depths of my memory.When I am getting old, I can still clearly remember the sweet joy of this moment.I got closer and teased her more and more, "Are you shy?"

But she ignored my nonsense and stretched her hand to the bun on her head.The moment she was about to let go of her bun, I got the courage to grab her hand and walk out.She staggered and was dragged by me so that she could only follow step by step.

"Where are you going? I haven't put on my clothes yet?" She grabbed the slipped clothes tightly with one hand.

I let go of my hand quickly, gasped for breath, and finally caught the flash of impulse in my mind, and helped her button up her clothes with all my might.

"Where are you going?" she asked again.The warm breath sprayed on my face condescendingly, making my face itchy.I helped her tidy up her collar and looked at it carefully until I confirmed that there was nothing missing.It was still the gray coat, but it did not hinder her handsomeness in the slightest.I was gasping for breath, I couldn't hold back the joy and disappointment in my heart and wanted to kiss her.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked a third time.No more impatience.

"Such a beautiful little student should be seen by more people." I said.

"Ah, I thought..."

She thought it was just a joke, but I didn't give her a chance to refute.Once again, fate has made choices for us without deliberation.This is probably called destiny in the dark.Yu Minxiu's appearance is undoubtedly remarkable. She is tall, handsome, and has a deep voice naturally. She is simply a natural talent.

"Actually, I had this idea long ago." Uncle Ming said.This is beyond our expectations.

"After Jianjun left, the troupe's freshmen have always been the weakest link. I have heard Axiu sing, her voice is rich and mellow. Although there are essential differences between pop songs and Gezai opera, a little training may not be impossible. Great weapon."

"Uncle Ming..." Yu Minxiu was a little shy.

"It was the last time we went out to perform, you sang in the car." Uncle Ming explained.

It dawned on me.Dazhiruoyu, Dayinqisheng, it turns out that he has always been a caring person in life.

"It's just..." Uncle Ming's face became serious, he looked at her seriously and asked, "It's just that you are really ready?"

silence.

"Brother Yongchang entrusted you with the opera troupe. I trust him. But as the troupe leader of a Gezai opera troupe, it's not just about looking for performances everywhere. To find a performance, you only need to be willing to run around and have good eloquence. Now the troupe is in a difficult situation." This is understandable during the period, but the troupe can’t be confined to this forever. Standing still is perishing in time. How does the troupe get on the right track? After getting on the right track, what should you do? Have you thought about it?”

This is a very sharp question.Obviously, if you copy Ding Yongchang's approach in every detail and spend your whole life looking for dramas, you can only live passively like Ding Yongchang. However, Ding Yongchang's approach is not completely worthless. Solutions to the problem.She is just a layman who has just been exposed to Gezai Opera for a short time. It is too difficult for her to solve this problem in a short time.Because this is not something that can be done overnight.

"I haven't thought of an effective method for the time being," she said.

"Then you really have to think about it." Uncle Ming said earnestly.

"Ah."

"I have an idea, you might as well think about it."

"Uncle Ming, tell me." Yu Minxiu asked modestly.

"It is a fact that the troupe's raw roles are weak, but the core of a play is raw and ugly, and raw roles are the core of the core. It is necessary to cultivate a pillar who can play the leading role alone. It's not that I haven't thought about Jianye, but I think he is more talented as a clown. Besides, I am old, and I won’t be able to act for long. Sooner or later, the troupe will be handed over to you young people.”

"Ah."

"But as the saying goes, it takes ten years to grow a tree, and a hundred years to grow a person. A successful character is more likely to take three, five, or ten years. Some people even spend their entire lives without success. So this is a necessary move, and it is a backup move. .You are the new character to be cultivated. Do you understand? The troupe remains the same in other aspects, Jianye continues to look for plays, and the troupe continues to perform, but there is no greater development. We will enter a long period of freezing, like Animals hibernate, but it is unknown whether we will wake up as expected when the spring is warm and the world freezes and thaws. Any slight difference may prevent us from waking up again. So your task is very important , very heavy, you know?"

"I know," Yu Minxiu replied, "Abba entrusted me with the show class, and I will definitely carry it forward. No matter how hard it is, I can bear it."

"Okay." I heard his voice choked up, "Then I will make a special training plan for you." He looked at me, "Ah Feng, help her."

It was shocking to go from nobody to being a part of such a big event, but at the thought of having the opportunity to work with her, I already nodded yes even if I didn't know the whole story.

"I'm sorry, my child." Wang Yugui touched her shoulder.Yu Minxiu held her hand instead, saying it was her responsibility.There is the word responsibility again, as if she has been living for responsibility all her life, and this responsibility is given to her by Ding Yongchang, oh no, to be precise, Ding Jianguo.As Ding Jianguo's daughter-in-law, her responsibility is to bear Ding Yongchang's last words.From then on, the troupe was her, and she was the troupe.The theater troupe was riddled with holes, but she was dying.I don't know if the troupe will last until she becomes a great and famous part, or if we'll all die on the way to tomorrow.This is really a big gamble to die and survive.

I wanted to ask her several times that night what she thought of me marrying Ding Jianye, but in the end I didn't say anything.