Dwarf and Snow White

The students in the school usually go home on weekends, or take the school bus, or their parents drive to pick them up. Few people choose to take the bus for a long time. The school is built in the suburbs, and there are few buses at the bus stop at the school gate. Every time they wait for a bus, they have to wait It takes half a day, and it doesn't go directly to the urban area. When you reach a certain intersection, you have to stop and transfer.Xue Bai originally took the school bus back home, but the seats on the school buses going in different directions are all fixed. Ling Xing and Xue Bai are not in the same car. Take the bus back.

It was very sunny, and the bus stop at the school gate was very simple. Although it was a bus stop, he only put a stop sign on the side of the road, and there was not even a sunshade above his head.

The two had been waiting here for a while. Ling Xing was sweating profusely from the steam, so he simply took out a piece of facial tissue and folded it into a long rectangle, and put it on his forehead like a fever-reducing sticker, separating his bangs from his forehead. contact, so that the hair does not look like it has been soaked in water later.He also handed the paper to Xue Bo, Xue Bo paused after taking it, and followed Ling Xing's example to fold the facial tissue and stick it on his head.

The car hasn't come yet.Ling Xing felt like a big white steamed bun in a steamer, which was so hot that he was delirious, and suddenly found himself covered by a small shadow.Looking up, it was Xue Bai who opened the umbrella.

There are words printed on the umbrella, and the words are reversed from the inside. Ling Xing struggled to read it, but he still recognized what was written in the words: as long as it is not hot, what the fuck is not a sissy/straight man holding an umbrella, Still very MAN

A few girls behind laughed softly, Xue Bai heard it, and felt like a star that everyone was watching, his back straightened even more, and he leaned into Ling Xing's ear and said, "It's amazing."

"Awesome." Ling Xing also laughed, showing his dimples.Because of the height difference, he could only look up at Xue Bai, like a sunflower with its head raised.

"A certain treasure is 29 yuan and 9 free shipping." Xue Bai was talking with a smile, but suddenly remembered something, and quickly added, "But I have an umbrella, so you don't need to buy it anymore. Anyway, we walk together to and from get out of class now, and I can support it with you."

Ling Xing complained: It's like who doesn't have an umbrella, even if there is no such so-called straight male parasol, everyone should have an umbrella.However, he was just complaining in his heart, and he still replied on the face: "Okay."

It's not a big deal anyway.

Xue Bai's umbrella was forced to be put away before showing off for a long time, because the car came.When closing the umbrella, Ling Xing actually felt that Xue Bai was as depressed as a male peacock whose hair had been plucked...it must be an illusion.

After changing trains, we finally arrived in the city.The two found a place to have lunch at random, and decided to go to the Nanbin Theater to see what plays they could watch.

Nowadays it is popular to book tickets online first, but perhaps because Nanbin is a small city, and the theater is not visited by many people, there is no information about the performances of Nanbin Theater on ticketing websites such as Damai.com.The two had no choice but to go to the theater to try their luck.

Before going to the theater, Xue Bai went to the pharmacy to buy a mask, and put it on at the entrance of the theater.Ling Xing didn't know why, so he thought it was a strange theater etiquette to wear a mask to watch a drama.

Seeing the doubts written in Ling Xing's eyes, Xue Bai explained: "I suddenly have a cold." After speaking, he pretended to cough.

Ling Xing wanted to lie to someone, but he still accepted his words: "...Then drink more hot water."

The Nanbin Theater is not big, and it looks like it has been around for a while.The place where they are standing now should be called the lobby. There was a lazy staff member at the front desk. When he saw the audience coming, he didn't correct his work attitude, and said: "The skit will only be available tomorrow, and the main drama will be played today."

Probably most of the audience came to watch the sketch, and the staff also tacitly agreed that the two students in school uniforms were here to watch the sketch.

This is really different from the theater Ling Xing imagined. In his imagination, there should be marble floor tiles, gorgeous decorations, and spiral stairs. After going up, there should be a stage and seats that can accommodate many people, and there should be a beam of light in the center of the stage. .

But the reality is a bit shabby. It is said that it is a theater, but from the outside it is just a big room with a yawning staff member in the room.

This extinguished most of the flames of anticipation in Ling Xing's heart.

However, Xue Bai didn't seem to care very much. He asked the staff: "What play is today? When will it start?"

The staff was quite surprised, and sat up straight: ""Thunderstorm", it starts at two o'clock in the afternoon, and there are still four and ten minutes left."

"Thunderstorm"... Isn't it the drama that Ling Xing turned off after watching it at station B for a few minutes?Ling Xing is a little curious, why are all the theaters performing this play?And if he remembers correctly, this script should be from the 20s, why is it still being performed after nearly a hundred years?

Xue Bo was wearing a mask, so his expression couldn't be seen clearly, but Ling Xing could still see the smile from his crooked eyes.Xue Bai said: "If the actors are still the original group, this drama should still be good."

Judging by the tone, it seemed that Xue Bai had read it.Ling Xing was secretly surprised, but Xue Bai had clearly said before that he was not interested in dialogue dramas.

Xue Bo turned his head and said to the staff: "I want two in the first row, thank you." He thought that it was the first time for Ling Xing to see it, so he should sit closer, see it more clearly, and feel more deeply .

The ticket stub was actually handwritten. Ling Xing looked at it and felt as if he had traveled through time.

After handing the written tickets to the two, the staff member said something more: "There are fewer and fewer people who are willing to watch the drama, you are very rare... Anyway, not many people watch it, you are all students , just charge you the lowest price, and then just sit in the front row by yourself."

However, Xue Bai and Ling Xing are not people who like to take advantage of small advantages, and they still insist on paying the original ticket price.

Before the show started, the two sat in the milk tea shop opposite the theater and ordered a cup of milk tea each while drinking and waiting.

"I thought dramas were very high-end, but I didn't expect that there were very few audiences..." Ling Xing didn't like these drinks very much, and put the milk tea aside after taking a sip.

Xue Bai took off one side of the mask and let it hang under his ears like this. He lowered his head and concentrated on sucking the pearls in the milk tea. Hearing Ling Xing's sudden emotion, he paused and said in a serious manner: "Actually, the first-tier cities The atmosphere will be better. Some well-known shows are on tour, and the tickets are sold out a few weeks in advance. However, in our small eighteenth-tier city, it is normal that few people watch dramas... just now I heard from the staff that there will be a main drama today and a sketch tomorrow. , I guess the theater troupe had to make some funny skits to attract the audience in order to cater to the market, otherwise it would be difficult for many troupe members to maintain their lives just relying on the subsidies from above."

Ling Xing didn't think too much about it, he was dizzy after listening to Xue Bai's analysis, and felt that Xue Bai was really amazing.

Xue Bai sucked up the last pearl at the bottom, and pushed the milk tea aside: "This show will last for three hours, and I have to go to the toilet if I drink too much water... Actually, I also think it's a pity."

The first half of the sentence was still in a joking tone, but the second half added some sentimentality. Ling Xing was thinking about how to answer Xue Bai's words, when Xue Bai glanced at his watch and put on his mask again: "It's almost the beginning, let's go in .”

The two returned to the theater one after the other. When they entered the theater, the staff member was still acting as the ticket inspector. She looked at the tickets in their hands and let them in.

The interior of the theater is not as dilapidated as Ling Xing imagined. It can be seen that it has just been renovated in recent years, and the audio equipment should be good. Although it is only playing the instructions for watching the show at the moment, it can be heard that the sound quality is not bad.

The two walked to the middle of the first row and sat down. After sitting for a few minutes, some spectators entered the arena one after another. Ling Xing looked back and roughly counted. The total number of spectators may not be more than twenty people.

With a thunderclap, the curtain on the stage was lifted, and the actors playing Lu Gui and Sifeng appeared in front of the audience, and the first act of "Thunderstorm" began.

The actors don't rely on microphones or recordings to play their lines. They just speak directly. The voice is very clear and loud, and it should be able to spread throughout every corner of the theater.Moreover, Ling Xing sat in the first row, only two or three meters away from the stage. He could clearly see every expression and every subtle movement of the actors on the stage.

Ling Xing was quickly brought into the play.The people on the stage were obviously acting, and Ling Xing knew it was fake, but he felt as if he was also a part of them, he could clearly feel every emotion of the people in the play, and followed them Fluctuating emotions. "Thunderstorm" played for three full hours, and Ling Xing was immersed in this world for three hours, until the last person died so insanely, Ling Xing's heart was stuffed as if there were countless cumulonimbus clouds.

The thunder and rain roared, the actors took their curtain call, and the audience was very small, but they gave the warmest applause.

Walking out of the theater, the sky was a little bit late, showing a dim color, but it was still clear.Ling Xing breathed a sigh of relief, and finally returned to the real world, but half of his soul seemed to be still in the theater.Xue Bai patted his face: "I'm back to my senses!"

Ling Xing then sighed: "This is the actor... The acting is really good. I watched the beginning at Station B before, and I thought the actor was very exaggerated. Only after I saw it in person did I know that the loud voice and the vivid expression are very good. It is necessary, and it is easy to be brought into the play in the theater, but it may be a little inconsistent to record it as a video."

Xue Bo nodded: "The script should be watched on the spot, and the same play, different actors will make the audience feel differently, and the same group of actors will act differently every time."

Ling Xing said again: "However, such a powerful actor is willing to live in a small theater in a small city. I feel that they are buried."

"There are even more powerful ones... But these actors, among other things, their line skills are several blocks away from those 'actors' who are now dubbing on the screen and called post-dubbing." Walking away from the theater Some time later, Xue Bo finally took off the mask and threw it into the trash can on the side of the road. After throwing it away, he asked again, "Don't just talk about actors, do you have any other thoughts after watching the show?"

Ling Xing himself didn't have much interest in literature, let alone attainments. When asked this way, he bowed his head and pondered for a while, before saying: "I just feel... very exciting and bloody? I got goose bumps watching the last scene Woke up."

Xue Bai: "Mr. Cao Yu, if he heard your answer... well, forget it, in fact, this script was of great significance at that time. It broke through the cage of feudal thinking and accused hypocritical capitalists..."

"Stop, I'll understand this when I go back. I'll ask you first." Ling Xing felt that Xue Bai's style of painting was getting more and more wrong, "How did you score in Chinese in the senior high school entrance examination?"

"To be honest, 98 points." The full score is 150 points.

"No," Ling Xing teased, "I think your level of reading comprehension should be very high..."

Xue Bai: "..."

Ling Xing asked again: "And didn't you say that you are not interested in dialogue dramas? Why do you talk so eloquently?"

"No interest and understanding don't conflict, right?" Xue Bai casually dropped an explanation, and changed the topic again, "I'm starving to death, hurry up and find a place to eat, and come home with me after eating."

The author has something to say:

The umbrella mentioned above really exists in the world of a certain treasure.