Tianguang [entertainment circle]

Before falling asleep, Jiang Yuan kissed the sleepy Xin Ye and gently stroked her face.

"I may have to go out in a few days."

"What are you going to do?"

"A visit to an old-timer who used to be in the dirty arts."

Xin Ye's sleepy eyes slightly opened: "Which senior?"

"My surname is Ye, senior Ye, a famous opera artist who sings Danjiao."

Xin Ye opened his mouth, and there was some disbelief in his eyes.

"... Mr. Wen said that in a few days, I will also be asked to meet a senior Ye..."

The two looked at each other on the bed.

Jiang Yuan: "East Cotton Alley?"

Xin Ye nodded, "No. 98, East Cotton Alley."

"July 12?"

Xin Ye continued to nod: "From the 20th until the end of the semester, I will collect materials from Senior Ye."

The two still kept their eyes on each other.

Xin Ye asked weakly: "Could it be... Yuan Yuan?"

Jiang Yuan: "..."

What can I say?

The itinerary has hit it off perfectly.

When Jiang Yuan fell asleep with Xin Ye in his arms that night, he thought about it for a moment.

It seems that I have to pick a free time to buy a big gift, and go to thank Mr. Wen and the old man.

The next few days passed in a busy study.

On the day they agreed to visit Senior Ye, Jiang Yuan and Xin Ye woke up early, dragging two small suitcases into the car.

According to the plan, during the nearly one-month trip, he had to rent an apartment near Senior Ye's house for one month.

After all, the distance between Jiang Yuan's bachelor apartment and Ye Lao's residence would take about an hour without traffic jams.

Arrived at No. 98 East Cotton Alley.

Jiang Yuan drove the car for Xin Ye, and the two walked down together, passed by two stone lions, stepped on a few steps, and knocked on the door of Ye's house.

The person who opened the door was a young girl who looked only 16 or 17 years old.

Jiang Yuan glanced at it, and felt familiar, but didn't recognize who it was, but the girl was very surprised and exclaimed when she saw Jiang Yuan for the first time: "Jiang Photography?!"

Xin Ye tilted his head, looking at Jiang Yuan's expression.

Jiang Yuan said indifferently, "We know each other?"

"Did you forget? During the summer vacation, you accepted a photoshoot for a big competition, and I was an actor in that commercial crew at that time!" Seeing that Jiang Yuan still didn't have much reaction, the girl added, "I was the last day to find The person you want to contact!"

Jiang Yuan finally got a little impression.

It seems that there is such a person.

But this is not an important person to her, so she said politely: "So it's you, just call me Jiang Yuan."

The girl's face was flushed: "Okay, okay, Jiang Photography, you can call me Aliu, and the teacher will call me Aliu."

Xin Ye had a smile on his face, but secretly poked Jiang Yuan's ribs with his elbow, and heard her "hiss" in pain.

Xin Ye asked: "A Liu, is Senior Ye at home?"

"Ah! Yes," A Liu nodded, "If you are looking for a teacher, do you have a letter of recommendation? The teacher asked young people visiting to have a letter of recommendation a long time ago."

Jiang Yuan and Xin Ye took out Jiang Yingzhou's and Mr. Wen's letters of recommendation together, Ah Liu hurriedly took them, turned around and ran towards the room behind the house.

The two stood quietly at the gate and looked in, taking a rough look at the scenery in the house.

Ah Liu quickly ran back and made a gesture of invitation to Jiang Yuan and Xin Ye.

"The teacher said that the two of you should wait in the main hall first, and she will come later."

The two nodded and followed A Liu's steps towards the main hall.

Along the way, Aliu introduced to them what the various rooms in the front yard were used for. There were many warehouses storing Peking opera costumes and musical instruments on both sides, most of which were left decades ago.Even the old wellhead, which is closed and not used, has a history of hundreds of years.

"The teacher has always been strict. I am the last apprentice of the teacher. In fact, I can be regarded as a child who takes care of the teacher's daily life." A Liu said, pointing to a long corridor outside the main hall, "Go through this corridor, go deep to the left , you can see the stage in the teacher’s backyard, which is also 70 to [-] years old.”

Jiang Yuan looked at her pointing.

An old lady in a wheelchair appeared from the side of the corridor and walked slowly up the corridor sandwiched by mahogany columns and walls.

This promenade is not narrow, but looking at the past and comparing it with the surrounding buildings, it looks cramped and crowded.

The old man drove over in a wheelchair, like a person breaking free from a crack.

It wasn't until she walked to the front of the main hall that Ah Liu called "Teacher", that Jiang Yuan and Xin Ye didn't know that this was Senior Ye who was going to visit on this trip.

She glanced at Jiang Yuan and Xin Ye with a flat expression: "I have roughly read the recommendation letter, please."

Senior Ye led the two of them into the main hall to chat for a few words, and Ah Liu served tea one by one.

"You two, are you going to integrate opera art into film and television works?"

Jiang Yuan nodded, and Xin Ye said with great anticipation: "I heard that Senior Ye experienced a period of great literary and artistic turmoil in his early years, and witnessed the changes in the literary and artistic circles in the past 50 years with his own eyes. Can you tell us about it?"

"Of course." Senior Ye nodded slightly, and walked out with the wheelchair.

Jiang Yuan and Xin Ye also followed.

A group of people passed the stage in the backyard and saw the backstage dressing room.Along the way, Senior Ye talked about the development of opera in the past few decades in a very official way, and based on his own experience, he probably talked about some small people at that time.

Xin Ye listened, blinking his eyes and asking: "Then what is the change in Senior Ye's feelings towards opera art?"

Senior Ye was in a daze for a moment, but he still gave an official answer: "After all, I have experienced hardships and hardships all the way from Xiajiulu, so naturally I love deeply."

Jiang Yuan listened to their questions and answers, and for some reason, there seemed to be some doubts in his heart that could not be dispelled.

Although many artists in the early years will stick to their original aspirations and stay in one industry for the rest of their lives.

But Senior Ye's theater stage has already accumulated dust, and the clothes also have many wrinkles that have not been smoothed out.In addition, her apprentice, A Liu, not only did not become an opera artist, but entered the entertainment industry... These details combined, it is difficult for Jiang Yuan to feel that there is something hidden in it.

Time passed by little by little, and before Xin Ye and Jiang Yuan finished recording from Senior Ye's mouth, night had already arrived.

Seeing Jiang Yuan pinching meat for Xin Ye on the dining table, and putting away the bowl for Xin Ye to wipe his mouth, Ye Lao was dazed many times, but he came back to his senses in a hurry.

After the meal, when the afterglow filled the sky, Jiang Yuan took Xin Ye by his hand to bid farewell to Ye Lao.

"Senior, we will come to see you again tomorrow." Jiang Yuan said, bowing with Xin Ye.

Elder Ye asked, "Where do you live?"

"We rent an apartment nearby for about a month."

"..." Ye Lao pondered for a moment, and called the girl beside him, "A Liu, tidy up a guest room and come out."

Jiang Yuan Xinye looked at each other.

Xin Ye: "Senior Ye, don't bother."

"Your referees have entrusted me to take good care of you. If you have any safety issues living outside, how can I explain to them?" Ye Lao waved his hand, "Just stay here and feel the atmosphere of Liyuan. "

It is impolite to refuse an invitation from elders repeatedly.

Jiang Yuan and Xin Ye had no choice but to accept it, and followed A Liu to a cleaned-up guest room.

The heater was always on, and when they stepped into the door of the room, there was a rush of heat that both of them took off their coats, raised their hands and hung them neatly on the brackets behind the door.

After changing into their pajamas, the two climbed onto the bed and sat opposite each other.

Xin Ye was the first to speak: "What do you think of Yuan Yuan?"

"It's not detailed enough."

"I also think that what Senior Ye said is still too rough. If it is filled into the script, it can only be regarded as some group portraits."

"She avoided a lot of changes in mood and state of mind." Jiang Yuan said.

Xin Ye sighed: "Actually, it's understandable. After all, it's the past of Senior Ye. The two of us are both young people and strangers. It's hard for us to know so many things she has experienced."

Jiang Yuan is not good at how to communicate with others, so he can only keep silent when encountering such problems.

But today's day is not all fruitless. She has a lot of inspiration for the lens design of the next film, which is only left to ponder when drawing the storyboard.

The next day.

In order to make a good impression on Elder Ye, the two got up early after seven o'clock.

However, when they passed by the restaurant, they were stopped by a crisp girlish voice.

"Sister Jiang Yuan! Sister Xin Ye! You are all up now, come and have breakfast!"

The two looked sideways.

A Liu was holding a plate of pickles on the table, smiling and waving at the two of them.Senior Ye was sitting in the middle of the dining table with a restrained expression at this time, eating vegetable porridge dignifiedly with a spoon.

Jiang Yuan and Xin Ye walked in and sat down, a little apologetic.

A Liu opened his mouth first: "Let's eat, we have a light diet in the morning, I hope you don't dislike it."

Of course I dare not dislike it.

While drinking the porridge, Mr. Ye watched them dip the steamed buns into milk-flavored condensed milk.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

Xin Ye nodded: "It's very comfortable, the room is very warm, and there is sandalwood aromatherapy."

Ye Lao also nodded, and didn't say anything more.

After the meal, Mr. Ye led the two of them to the study room, and showed them some famous opera excerpts.

Jiang Yuan opened a copy of "Farewell My Concubine", Xin Ye opened a copy of "The Drunken Concubine", read it carefully for more than an hour, and then read some "Legend of the White Snake", "Suo Lin Pouch" and so on.

Ye Lao concentrated on studying ink and writing calligraphy at the desk.

After Jiang Yuan finished the second book and was about to find the next one, a roughly bound manuscript slipped down.

She picked it up and looked at it.

Although the binding of this play is crude, the cover is very clean and meticulous, even more delicate than other play books.

She glanced at the title and turned the pages of the book.

Xin Ye also noticed that she was reading a book with a strange binding, so he leaned his head over.

""Gold and Silver Wrong"?" Xin Ye read out the title, and watched it with Jiang Yuan next to her head, "I don't think I've heard of this play before."

Elder Ye paused imperceptibly in his hands.

The two watched the content of the play carefully.

The general plot is that the two ancient women Tsing Yi were orphans, they were sent to Liyuan to study opera, and they stayed together since childhood.Until the two became adults, they fell in love because of drama, but because the relationship was not tolerated by the world, they were forced to separate.

In the final ending, two people died one after another, and went to Penglai Xiandao far away from the world to fall in love, full of romanticism.

The emotional deepening at the last part of the plot moved Jiang Yuan and Xin Ye for a long time.

"Sometimes the mundane is really a butcher's knife." Xin Ye succinctly stated the theme of the play.

Jiang Yuan nodded and said: "Their emotional changes are very delicate, a simple plot drawn by a line, but the impact is very strong."

After analyzing the emotional lines in this play, Xin Ye thought for a moment, and then slowly uttered: "However... the emotional line between the two protagonists seems to be too smooth except for secular obstacles. Reality, but not Reality."

Jiang Yuan and Xin Ye fell into a moment of overthinking silence.

Ye Lao closed the pen in his hand, frowned at the rice paper that he had inadvertently dotted with ink, closed it and put it aside casually, and put the pen on the inkstone.

Sitting in a wheelchair, she came out from behind the desk and looked at the two people who were contemplating.

"Have you ever sung?"

Hearing the sound, the two turned their heads in unison.

Xin Ye replied: "I'm sorry, Senior Ye, we haven't tried it yet."

Ye Lao nodded slightly, his lips moved.

"Do you want to change into costumes and try singing a play?"