Tianguang [entertainment circle]

It snowed all night.

When the sky gradually brightened, the white plum tree in the courtyard was covered with a velvet-like snow.A gust of wind blew, and the snow hanging between the branches fell to the ground, startling a cluster of low-flying birds.

In the main hall, Jiang Yuan signed his name on the letter of commitment and handed it over to Xin Ye.

Taking advantage of Xin Ye's signing, Ye Lao put down the teacup in his hand and straightened the quilt on his knees.

"I have signed this promise. I will be fully responsible for all the guidance before and after your retreat. But you must also strictly follow the requirements of the above. But if you fail to do anything, don't blame me for being merciless."

Jiang Yuan nodded, and took the red ink pad from A Liu.

"Hold on."

Jiang Yuan and Xin Ye stretched out their thumbs, pressed on the ink pad, and pressed their names on the paper.

Ye Lao took back the letter of commitment and waved to the two of them, indicating that they can start now.

Watching the two girls turn and leave, Ye Lao called Ah Liu over and handed her two letters.

"Find some time these two days and send this letter to their school."

A Liu looked at the word "Ye" signed on the envelope, and was a little surprised: "Teacher, do you want to ask for leave for them?"

"They have to stay in our courtyard during this period of time. They can't let their school feel that the students are missing."

A Liu nodded and accepted the envelope.

Ye Lao looked at the sky outside the main hall in a daze.

"I don't know if these two children... can hold on."

From the main hall to the doorway of the corridor, Jiang Yuan and Xin Ye walked steadily.

Xin Ye took her hand and patted it lightly.

"For the past half month, Yuan Yuan must keep warm, pay attention to his health, eat well every day, think carefully about the scenes of the old man Ye, and draw storyboards if he is really bored. Ah...do you remember the script I wrote? "

"Well, I remember." Jiang Yuan smiled lightly and rubbed her little head, "You are the one, take good care of yourself."

"Sister Jiang Yuan!" A Liu ran out from the main hall, "I'll take you to the new room."

Jiang Yuan nodded, looking at Xin Ye who was watching him.

Those agate-like eyes are soaked in the faint sunlight, reflecting the snow-covered white plum groves.

The girl with long curly hair had a sweet smile, and a pair of pear dimples seemed to be filled with intoxicating plum blossom wine.

She waved to Jiang Yuan and said softly, "Yuan Yuan, let's work hard together, see you in half a month."

Jiang Yuan followed Ah Liu's footsteps, and turned his head to look at her back as she turned away.

We have to be separated for half a month...

When I was in front of her just now, wouldn't it be better to grab her little head and kiss her?Will my own words be too little?Can she take care of herself for half a month?Obviously such a stupid little girl.

A Liu's voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Sister Jiang Yuan, it's in the front room." As he spoke, Aliu pointed to the open door, "The lodging facilities are all ready, I didn't arrange your luggage in it without authorization, you have to rely on yourself Here we come."

Jiang Yuan nodded slightly: "Thank you."

After saying goodbye to Ah Liu, Jiang Yuan walked into the room alone and closed the door tightly.

This room is about a hundred square meters, and the infrastructure is very comprehensive. Although the decoration is not top-notch luxury, it is also simple and clean, with a classic atmosphere.

The only downside is that it's too quiet.

Jiang Yuan never liked to talk too much, and he didn't care much about the noise around him.Such a quiet environment is more suitable for her to focus on the practice at hand.

Half a month, 15 days.

Jiang Yuan made a strict schedule and a schedule in 10 minutes.

Today is the first day, and she plans to start with a few easy-to-understand Beijing operas, and first study their plot rhythm, story line and so on.Tomorrow, I will study the singing, techniques, and performance forms in each play from a technical level.The day after tomorrow is to study their characters, libretto connotations, and ideological themes in depth.

This is the initial stage, divided into three days to complete.

The fourth day is advanced to the intermediate stage, which is also divided into three days.

On the seventh day, it enters the advanced stage, interpreting the more obscure and classic top-level opera films, and ideally, it will be completed in three days.

In this way, five days will be left to study Senior Ye's "Gold and Silver Mistakes", and he will be able to spare time to complete the storyboard script of Xin Ye's script.

After Jiang Yuan made the plan, he quickly started to implement it.

She dug out several excerpts from "Yutangchun", "The Story of the Red Lantern" and "The Drunken Concubine" and prepared the CDs.When the third pass of each opera is smooth, I start to put in the CD to watch opera performances.

At the end of the day, Jiang Yuan went very smoothly according to the plan. He completed the first day's tasks around 40:23 in the evening, and rushed to wash up and go to bed before [-]:[-].

The first second she lay on the bed and closed her eyes, Xin Ye's voice suddenly rang in her ears.

She subconsciously opened her eyes and looked at the bed curtain on the ceiling.

Just now, I seemed to hear Xin Ye calling her in a trance.

Jiang Yuan lifted the quilt, walked to the window sill next to the heater, and gently opened the window.

At night, the biting cold wind came in with flying snow and slapped Jiang Yuan's face.Outside the window is the sound of wind and snow whistling, but no human voice can be heard.

The lights all around dimmed.

Only then did Jiang Yuan remember that his room was two corridors away from Xin Ye's room.

My heart suddenly felt a little empty.

She looked at the snow outside the window in a daze, until she was so cold that even the heat could not cover her body, then she slowly closed the window and went back to bed to rest.

Perhaps because he hadn't stopped thinking all day, Jiang Yuan quickly fell asleep.

She didn't dream all night, until the next morning, when Ah Liu knocked on her door to bring her breakfast, Jiang Yuan sat up sleepily from the bed.

She walked to the table, watched A Liu put soybean milk, fried dough sticks and corn on the table one by one, and subconsciously asked, "Has Xin Ye had breakfast?"

Ah Liu shook her head: "Sister Jiang Yuan, it's not the time to know yet."

Didn't know it yet?

Jiang Yuan didn't understand what this meant, but it was obvious that he would not tell her about Xin Ye.She simply sat down in silence and ate the breakfast on the plate.

Ah Liu put a basket of fruits and vegetables and fresh frozen meat wrapped in fresh-keeping bags into the refrigerator.

"The teacher asked me to prepare these ingredients. Sister Jiang Yuan will take care of her own meals afterward."

Jiang Yuan nodded: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

After Ah Liu left, Jiang Yuan counted the time and continued to study for the next day.

When cooking at noon, she was hesitating what to cook with these simple ingredients, and happened to see a few tomatoes in the vegetable basket.

Ono likes tomato scrambled eggs best.

When Jiang Yuan was thinking this way, he had already consciously washed and peeled the tomatoes with his hands, and cut them on the cutting board.

She made stewed tomato and egg noodles. The rich tomato soup overflowed the plate, and the texture and chewiness of the stewed noodles were just right.

Jiang Yuan savored his own craft while thinking in his heart.

After half a month has passed, I must make this stewed noodle dish for Xiao Ye, she will definitely like it.

Another busy day passed.

At night, Jiang Yuan opened the suitcase, ready to take his own toiletries into the bathroom.

A light pink unfamiliar item of clothing appeared in her suitcase.

Jiang Yuan looked intently, vaguely having a premonition.She reached out and picked up the light pink thing.

It's a pair of underwear.

Jiang Yuan: ...

Although this pair of panties is not hers, she is very familiar with it.

After all, I have seen Xin Ye wearing this a few times.

I also saw her occasionally when washing her underwear.

As for why it appeared in Jiang Yuan's suitcase... After all, the two of them lived together for a long time, maybe they got confused when packing their luggage.

There was an unnatural blush on Jiang Yuan's face, and he took a few glances at this light pink underwear/pants.

Although she didn't get close to smell it, the wild lily fragrance that belonged to Xin Ye seemed to float into her nose, and Jiang Yuan didn't want to let it go or hold it for a while.

Struggling repeatedly in his heart, Jiang Yuan still put his underwear/pants into the storage bag of the suitcase and sealed them up completely.

Although Xin Ye is not around, she shouldn't be so perverted that she wants to smell Xin Ye's underwear/pants to sleep.

Jiang Yuan shook his head, got up in a hurry with his clothes, and went into the bathroom.

After a while, I came out of the bathroom again, quickly took the toiletries I wanted to take, went into the bathroom, and closed the door heavily.

Because of exhaustion, Jiang Yuan still slept soundly tonight without dreaming.

But she woke up early in the morning of the third day.

Not only that, but the first thought that flashed through her mind after waking up from sleep was "What is Xin Ye doing?"

She quickly answered the question herself.

It's only 6:[-] in the morning, Xin Ye must be sleeping at this time.

After doing some morning exercise, Jiang Yuan made a bowl of oatmeal porridge, cut a few slices of buckwheat toast, and watched different performances of the same opera on TV while eating.

With the foreshadowing of the previous two days, today is the third day of learning the elementary level, and the focus is on thinking about the characters and so on.

I don't know if he has thoroughly grasped these plays, Jiang Yuan looked at the characters in these plays, and suddenly felt that they were no longer flat.

It was okay when I watched the first few plays, until I saw the excerpts of "The Drunken Concubine".

Yang Yuhuan's graceful figure, as well as her intoxicated state after being drunk, and her groaning/screaming, reminded Jiang Yuan unconsciously of Xin Ye.

That little girl, drinking some fruit wine is just like this imperial concubine.

She chuckled lightly, and suddenly seemed to realize that she was laughing again. She lowered her smile a little bit, and watched the performance on TV in a trance.

I haven't seen Ono for three days.

Thinking about it carefully, although there were times when I couldn't see each other often because I was busy, I could still send messages on my mobile phone, make phone calls, and listen to Xin Ye's voice.

She would tell herself what she was doing these days, and would boo Jiang Yuan a few times through the microphone.

The two of them are giving each other a sense of security, and they can feel at ease with each other.

Except for some serious things, such as the chamber of commerce at the Capital Restaurant last time.

If Mr. Fei hadn't personally dealt with this incident, Jiang Yuan would not have easily let go of those who tried to attack Xin Ye.

But now...

Jiang Yuan knew in his heart that she and Xin Ye were staying at Senior Ye's place, but they were separated by two long corridors.

But I couldn't hear her voice, couldn't see her face, couldn't smell the wild lily fragrance on her body, couldn't know the details of her life... Jiang Yuan felt as if he was being scorched by flames, and was quickly burned by a big... The basin of cold water goes out.

She took out a few pages of storyboards she had drawn earlier, and looked at the pictures on them.

Every picture is converted from the text in Xin Ye's script.

Looking at these shots, Jiang Yuan seemed to see the words written by Xin Ye on the paper.

How did she write?

Could it be that when writing those beautiful characters, there will be strands of hair on the temples hanging down, and she will gently put them behind her ears and continue.

Occasionally, when she encountered some stuck places, she would poke her lips with the tip of the pen, frown slightly and think carefully.

Maybe she would lean in front of Jiang Yuan, raise her face that was as bright as a spring day, look at her with sparkling eyes, call "Yuan Yuan" softly, and pester her to discuss the next plot with her.

Jiang Yuan only felt that something was peeling off from her heart at this time, and it was filled with a bunch of sour and filling things in her heart.

This thing is probably called miss.

She unconsciously began to think that she couldn't communicate for half a month, and could only contact through a letter. When did she hear her voice?

Jiang Yuan felt a bit sour in his heart.

A trace of remorse flashed through her in a trance.

Regretted agreeing to Senior Ye's request, regretted coming here, regretted not cherishing the good time with Xin Ye a few days ago.

But this emotion flashed by quickly, and she quickly sorted out her mood, looking at the notes she had made bit by bit on the study of opera.

has already started.

She must not stop here, this is an unspoken agreement between her and Xin Ye.

If it were Ono, she would definitely persevere until the end.

Just 15 days.

It's been three days now.

For the rest of the day, grit your teeth with longing, and you can persevere.

Jiang Yuan put the storyboard script aside, and continued to record the characters in the opera, from bright day to night.

In the next few days, according to the schedule, Jiang Yuan will expand and learn step by step, and he has figured out a lot of ways to study opera.

She couldn't help standing in front of the door several times, wanting to open the door and go out.

But in the end, he forced himself to retreat, standing by the window and looking out at the snow scene.

She remembered that Mr. Ye had allowed them to communicate once in half a month.

Today is the 10th day, and Jiang Yuan already wants to write a letter to Xin Ye, asking how she is doing.

However, when I picked up the pen and wanted to write something, I couldn't write anything.

Jiang Yuan had no choice but to put the envelope aside and continue to study Beijing opera.

That night, she had a dream.

She dreamed that the window of the room was wide open, and a beautiful figure in a white dress climbed up the window sill and looked into the room.

The girl smiled brightly, beckoning to Jiang Yuan.

"Yuanyuan! I'm here to see you!" Xin Ye smiled, trying to get in by climbing on the window sill.

Jiang Yuan walked over in a few steps quickly, holding the hands that were clinging to the window sill.

Warm and soft, very tender, as if it were real.

She put her arms around Xin Ye's waist, and with a little effort, she helped her in.

"Why did you come here to look for me, aren't you afraid of being discovered by Senior Ye?"

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid," Xin Ye smiled, putting his arms around her neck, "I just want to see how you are doing, and make sure you're okay, so I'll sneak back."

Jiang Yuan was both helpless and wanted to laugh.

Sweetness overflowed from her heart, she hugged the beauty in her arms tightly, buried her head in that white neck and sniffed vigorously several times.

The wild lily fragrance lingered in her nostrils, as if to relax her brain, and it was a diffuse tiredness.

The aroma gradually became stronger and then dissipated little by little.

When Jiang Yuan opened his eyes again, there was the sound of snow falling outside the window, and the fine sunlight shone into the room, reflecting on Jiang Yuan's face.

She sat up from the bed and raised her hand to caress her temples.

The wild lily fragrance in the dream can't be smelled at all at this time.

It really was just a dream.

Today is the 11th day, and the research session of "Gold and Silver Wrong" is about to begin.

I don't know if it was the emotional foreshadowing of the previous ten days. When Jiang Yuan opened "Gold and Silver Wrong" and read it for the first time, the story inside suddenly changed drastically.

It was no longer the smooth relationship she and Xin Ye had seen before.

It turned out that the two girls had already experienced various partings before the secular cut.It seems that it is just some normal hasty parting, and the audience knows that they will meet again.

But every time they parted, it was a heart-wrenching farewell for these two characters.

It's obviously just a very delicate emotional line, but at this moment, in Jiang Yuan's eyes, it seems to be as heavy as a thousand catties.

After reading "Gold and Silver Wrong" twice, she finally couldn't help but write a letter.

Jiang Yuan wanted to write his miss, but felt that he was too impetuous, so he had to settle down, thinking about his research experience in the past few days.

She wrote down her own generalizations and conclusions one by one, and at the same time wrote some information she found out from books and plays.

If Xin Ye received this letter, she would definitely be able to summarize and write back with her own conclusions.

After writing eloquently to the end, Jiang Yuan looked at the few remaining blank lines.

After hesitating for a moment, she slowly dropped three words.Finally, pick up a pen and write the signature.

According to A Liu, just throw the letter out of the window sill, and she will pick it up when she sees it when she passes by.

Jiang Yuan felt that this method was a little tricky, but at this time, there was no other way except this method.

After throwing the letter out, Jiang Yuan began to carefully analyze "Gold and Silver Wrong" according to the previous analysis mode.

Until the last night of No.15 days, Jiang Yuan lay quietly on the bed, staring at the zenith in a daze.

In the past half month, because she has devoted herself to studying, she is very tired after a day, and she always sleeps quickly.

Today, however, she couldn't sleep.

I can see Ono tomorrow.

In the past 15 days, she has not received a letter from Xin Ye. Is Xiao Ye too busy?Or did she write Ah Liu but didn't pick it up?Or maybe Xin Ye didn't receive her letter, so he didn't reply?

Jiang Yuan felt that after half a month, he really liked to think more and more wildly.

Probably because of the two roles in "Gold and Silver Wrong", she has a vague and strange feeling about parting.

Tonight is the first time in the past 15 days that she broke her schedule and got up at 1:[-] in the middle of the night to draw the storyboard.

According to the general plot of Xin Ye's script in her memory, she drew about 60 sub-shots all night, and there was only one first version of them.

She didn't feel sleepy at all until the sky was bright and the white plums outside the window showed their colors again.

Ah Liu knocked on Jiang Yuan's door at 8 o'clock.

"Sister Jiang Yuan, the teacher said you can come out and get ready."

Jiang Yuan put down his pen, responded, stretched his waist lightly, rubbed his sore neck, and followed Ah Liu out of the room.

The courtyard outside the house has no heating cover, and it is a bit cold to make your teeth stiff.

But Jiang Yuan didn't know it.

She was wearing a heavy cotton dress, and the black snow boots under her feet stepped across bluestone slabs covered by thin layers of ice, a faint blush appeared on her face.

Ah Liu led her to the backstage of the stage.

Jiang Yuan asked: "Aren't you going to the main hall?"

Ah Liu replied: "The teacher said, I have to take you directly to the dressing table, change into costumes and go on stage to sing well."

Jiang Yuan nodded and didn't make another sound.

With only a lot of harvest in the past half month, Jiang Yuan fully understands the purpose of the old man's arrangement.At least it was definitely not for fun, just let her and Xin Ye play singing and acting separately.

Jiang Yuan followed Ah Liu's instructions, sat down in front of the dressing table, and began to change his own flowered shirt and put on makeup.

Although she hasn't practiced her skills, the charm between her eyebrows and eyes has added layers of melancholy that she never had before.

This is also to satisfy the basic work of singing "Gold and Silver Wrong".

Senior Ye invited a three-member folk band to accompany him this time.

Jiang Yuan stepped on the stage and sang a few words slowly.

When she finished her first verse, thinking that no one would continue, she heard a clear and ethereal girlish voice from behind the stage.

She turned her head away.

Xin Ye was striding forward, wearing a plume and feather flower shirt, with long curly hair hanging around his waist.

She sang lyrics, looked away, and finally landed on Jiang Yuan's body slowly.

There is hardly any redundant language.

Just looking at each other, Jiang Yuan took the next sentence naturally, as if he had already integrated into his flesh and blood.

At this time, she and Xin Ye are the golden branches and silver leaves in "Gold and Silver Wrong".

A Liu looked at the two people on stage, and the soul-stirring libretto and plot, and his eyes were red.

"It turned out to be such a sad story..." When she heard the two sisters sing for the first time, she thought it was just a happy emotional comedy.

But this time, every sentence and every look of Jiang Yuan and Xin Ye revealed a restraint of emotion, which became more tense.

Every time we parted, emotions accumulated and piled up until they were finally cut in half by the mundane butcher's knife. A Liu unconsciously wet his eyes, and two lines of tears slid down.

In the end, the opera learners know how to watch the opera best.

Ah Liu wiped away her tears, and lowered her eyes to look at Ye Lao who was sitting beside her.

She stared blankly at Ye Lao, who was already crying so hard at this moment, every tear that fell across that wrinkle was like pouring raindrops, falling to the ground unstoppably, causing a small splash of water.

Senior Ye was already crying uncontrollably.

She looked at the two young girls on the stage, as if through her own memory, she saw the other two young girls decades ago.

Those two girls stood on the stage, sang and laughed happily, and sang operas together.

They are in love, and they are fearless of everything.

But in the end...but in the end, heaven and man are separated forever.

I have survived thousands of partings, but I can't survive the parting of life and death.

The sound of folk music gradually stopped, and the last performance of Jiang Yuan and Xin Ye was over.

The two girls stood on the stage and looked at each other for a long time.

Jiang Yuan felt that he seemed to have a lot to say to the girl in front of him.

But when the words came to his lips, they seemed superfluous. He just wanted to watch her quietly, watching her without missing a second.

Xin Ye also looked at her and couldn't help grinning.

It's still that intoxicatingly sweet pear dimple.

She gently pulled Jiang Yuan's finger and smiled at her.

"Yuanyuan, I'm tired, can you remove my makeup and change my clothes?"