grandfather's daughter-in-law

The hurricane of female students quickly swept through the Gezai Opera Troupe in Yilan, and several other troupes began to follow suit. phenomenon of play. "Legend of Jiepaiguan" was roughly revised and appeared on the stage of various troupes.Without the shackles of feudal ethics that distinguish men and women, more and more women are more keen to watch Gezai Opera in their spare time in family life. Traditional loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness are increasingly portrayed as lingering love stories. Changes of historical significance are advancing irreversibly.

"Continuing like this is not an option," said Uncle Ming. "To maintain the competitiveness and endurance of the troupe, we can only continue to innovate."

Yu Minxiu nodded approvingly, "I think so too. Frying old rice once and adding some seasonings may have a delicious effect, but always frying the same bowl of old rice basically meets the audience's requirements for content."

"In the past few days, I asked someone to inquire. Riyuexing is preparing to stage a new play, which seems to be called "Broken Bridge". The adaptation of "The Legend of the White Snake" is already one step ahead of us. We have to hurry up. "

"It's true, but dramas don't just change at will. Many famous dramas have a deep-rooted status in the hearts of the audience. The plots, characters and plots are familiar to many old fans, and they are even more authentic than many young actors. If you change it rashly, it may only be self-defeating and generous. Besides, it is not easy to adapt a play not only to maintain the spirit of the play, but also to be novel and creative, and to cater to the tastes of the audience. Our troupe lacks such talents. " said Yu Minxiu.

"These traditional Gezai operas are passed down orally from the masters. The story has always been the same, but the performers have changed. Since ancient times, the status of the performers has been low, and most of them are illiterate. How can anyone in the troupe change the play?" Uncle Ming sighed with emotion and desolation, as if he was lamenting his ill-fated life experience.He frowned and looked at Yu Minxiu, making his eye sockets sunken deeply, "You are the one with the most knowledge here, we can only look at you."

"I'll think about it," she said.

She is the person with the highest education in the whole troupe. She grew up in a metropolis like Taipei and has a wide range of knowledge. She has also worked in the workplace and has a wealth of experience.She has not been exposed to Gezai opera for a long time, but when she was learning opera, she would always ask the bottom line-why is the cloud hand, why should the arm be lowered, why should the lyrics be written like this, whether there is a profound meaning, and often asked the teacher in the class to be speechless , only said that it was like this when the master passed it down.She would ask if it had to be like this, if it was okay to use another method or change a sentence.No one could answer her question, so she consulted books for research by herself.There are often many wonderful ideas in her mind, and "Legend of Jiepaiguan" came out of her questions one by one.My admiration for her has become a kind of admiration for a mountain.After three years of tempering, she was far ahead of me again, and I could only stumble after her, watching her back become more and more radiant and farther and farther away.This feeling makes me very helpless.I don't want to stand in the shadow behind her forever, I want to stand beside her equally and proudly, suffer the same hardships, enjoy the same glory, and sit on an equal footing with her, just like two luxuriant kapok trees close together , embracing each other.

During that period of time afterwards, she kept frowning about the new play, and I wanted to help her, but my stupid head didn't understand.People like the new and dislike the old, and "Legend of Jiepaiguan" soon only left the loyal support of Mrs. Ma, her few followers and other sporadic spectators.One day during the performance, Yu Minxiu had just appeared on the stage, and Mrs. Ma and several other wives actually threw money on the stage one after another, cheering loudly for the name of the ever-changing niche.The announcer next to him loudly announced the amount of reward to everyone.This was really unexpected, but Yu Minxiu quickly realized it.Afterwards, when Yu Minxiu appeared on the stage, rewards flew onto the stage continuously, and the whole performance was spent amidst the sound of banknotes flying and the announcement of how much money Mrs. So-and-so paid.

As soon as the curtain ended, Yu Minxiu called the announcer with a gloomy face, and asked sharply, "What's going on?"

"This... this is what Mrs. Ma and the others mean." The man replied submissively.After that day, they almost became members of the troupe, freely going in and out of the backstage.Everyone in the troupe treats them kindly, and regards them as confidantes, because they appreciate our plays, spend a lot of money, and are our parents.If it weren't for the fact that they donated thousands of gold each time to declare their distinctive and strong financial resources, outsiders would definitely think they were babysitters.As for the occupation of their husbands, apart from Mrs. Ma, I haven't been able to fully remember them and put them in their seats.

"Madam Ma said that if you found out, you would definitely not allow them to do this, so they made their own decisions and asked me to just do what they ordered." The man explained.

"They tell you to do this and you do it. Do you know that I am the leader of this class." She frowned deeply and declared her sovereignty in a stern tone.In fact, not only was he dissatisfied with the announcer, but also with Mrs. Ma's way of taking away the host's role.It's like waking up one day and suddenly discovering that your territory has been seized by the closest people, and their friendship has not yet reached the point where you and I are not completely separated.Realizing this, I was actually a little ecstatic.

"Xiuxiu, don't blame him. Blame me if you want to. I told him to do this." Mrs. Ma and the others came backstage—this was also their habit.After each scene, they would meet Yu Minxiu, hold her hand, and praise her acting skills over and over again.Sometimes I even feel that they are not here for the drama, but for Yu Minxiu.All the restless emotions, because she is a woman, are released wantonly by Wang Yang. This kind of unknown joy and enthusiasm may not even be known to them, because she has the title of Gezai Opera, which is straightforward.So except for Mrs. Ma who affectionately called her Xiuxiu, they always called her Luo Tong.

"Oh, Luo Tong, don't get me wrong. We are doing this not only to flatter you, but also to save face for ourselves." Mrs. Chen—maybe Mrs. Wang or Mrs. Yi, I haven't seriously remembered these women , Saying this to Yu Minxiu.

"What's going on?" she asked.

Mrs. Chen squeezed her small eyes, and said in an extremely cheap and condescending tone: "You don't know, that other theatrical troupe, who is called a handsome little student, plays a powerless official, and is still playing the role. There are a lot of admirers, throwing money on the stage in every show, comparing each other, saying that whoever gives more will love more. Isn’t this embarrassing us.”

Another woman immediately echoed, "We went to see it, it's really shameless, you are so ugly and dare to call him handsome Xiaosheng." She spat on the ground next to her as she spoke, as if saying the word handsome Xiaosheng dirty her mouth.

Several women competed to get rid of it, "If you want me to call it an ugly niche, how can it compare with our ever-changing niche."

"That's right, our Luo Tong is Invincible." Mrs. Chen said, her hands suddenly grabbed the arms of the people around her tightly, as if catching a flash of thought in her mind, "Just ask Luo Tong to change his name to Invincible Xiaosheng , This is domineering and powerful, and the most important thing is Invincible. Let me see which name can surpass Invincible Xiaosheng. Invincible Xiaosheng..." She repeated happily, "Yes, just change it to this, and call it Invincible Xiaosheng."

The wives responded eagerly, proud of thinking of such a name as Invincible Xiaosheng, as if an agreement had been reached without Yu Minxiu's response.Mrs. Ma didn't say a word, and I felt that she was still disappointed by Yu Minxiu's declaration of sovereignty.

"Hey, Luo Tong, what do you think of the name Invincible Xiaosheng?" A lady asked Yu Minxiu excitedly.

The right to speak finally passed to Yu Minxiu, "This name is quite good, and it must be a blockbuster..."

Before Yu Minxiu could finish her sentence, the lady hurriedly said, "As long as you like it, as long as you like you."

Yu Minxiu had no choice but to upgrade one, "But sisters, please listen to me."

The chattering voices gradually quieted down.

"It's my honor for the sisters to show their love so much. I have always treated you as my own sisters. I feel very happy that you love watching my dramas. You don't need to reward so much every time, let alone argue with others because of me. No matter whether it is a versatile niche or a handsome niche, this is a business method of the troupe, and it is a normal healthy competition. The audience can judge whether a play is good or not. Instead of doing some unnecessary comparisons, we should be down-to-earth Acting. Acting in a good show is the best return to the audience's enthusiasm and love. Whether others are opportunistic or not, we can't control it, and we don't care."

These words are like a slap in the face of the parents of food and clothing.The halo of glory makes us shallow-sighted, thinking that everyone understands things like us, and we use our own rules to measure other people's thoughts, and what we get can only be embarrassment.We forget that they are noble and pampered.

Yu Minxiu explained: "Master told me before I was alive that acting is like being a person, and acting is like character. I have always regarded it as the purpose of my life and acting. I hope my sisters understand." She humbly bowed and said Treat her like her own parents.

Mrs. Ma explained the embarrassing situation, "Well, since you are so persistent, we won't do it next time. This is the Luo Tong we know, who is upright, don't you think so?"

They responded to her with a smile, just like dealing with a game of poker.However, some things have changed, just like the love that fell from the sky, because it was established on the illusory Luo Tong, so it can be lost because she is Yu Minxiu.Any attempt to keep it is just a manifestation of our powerlessness.

Uncle Ming took away the reward money.He will enter the money into the account as the troupe's expenses.After they left, Yu Minxiu sat on the chair and let out a long sigh of relief, her neck was thrown back, and she didn't move for a long time after she untied her belt.The exhausted look made people feel distressed, but something really came back to my arms.I was so at ease with her plight.

I walked over and helped her undress.We haven't been this close for a long time.After moving to Yilan, she had a separate room.Except for Yingying Yanyan on the stage, I hardly even had time to talk to her alone.She opened her eyes and saw it was me, and closed them again.

"It's you, Ah Feng." She said so.

"Well, I see that you are tired, so I will help you." I said.

"Hmm." She replied vaguely, and stretched her arms a little, so that I could unbutton the coat.

"Sooner or later, the troupe will be crushed by other troupes. They have deep roots. If they want to win over them and secure their position in the hearts of the audience, they can only rehearse new plays. But..." She took a deep breath, like Talking to myself, it seems to say to me, "During this period of time, I have thought a lot and tried to change a lot, but I didn't think of a more reasonable and attractive plot. I have been exposed to Gezai opera for a shorter time than any of you. I can barely practice jumping, so change to another play? "Jie Pai Guan" is already my limit. What do you think we should do?"

She took another deep breath, frowning tightly.The hand that I was trying to smooth the Chuanzi between the eyebrows was suddenly bitten by a snake called guilt, and the venom flowed from the fingertips to my heart, turning my complacency into a guilty conscience.

"Since I don't know how to do it myself, why didn't I think of letting others write it?" I said.She opened her eyes suddenly, grabbed my hand and pressed it on her chest, "There are so many talented people, so let's pay for someone with good writing skills and knowledge to write, can't we?"

She jerked to her feet, nearly pushing me down on the dresser behind her.She clung to me tightly, her breath rushing to my face from excitement. "Yeah, why have I never thought of finding someone to come back to write plays?" She pinched my shoulder excitedly, "Ah Feng, thank you, thank you!" She hugged me, let go, repeatedly say thank you.Before I could say you're welcome, she hurriedly took off her costume and said, "I'll discuss it with Uncle Ming."

She just left me alone.I was in a daze, and I didn't wake up until her back disappeared into the dim light and shadow.I don't know if I made her perfect or if I was a stupid weaver who sewed wedding clothes for others.