[Black Basket] Lonely Garden

When they stepped into the open space, the artists had just finished their performance.When they got together, they seemed to be discussing where their skills needed to be strengthened, or maybe they were just exchanging what they had seen and heard during the few days of vacation.

The instruments are neatly arranged in a clean area behind, and now, it's halftime during practice.

So where did she go?

Akashi moved his eyes and focused his deviated sight on a small corner.

Ah, see, there.

The lotus petals under the Avalokitesvara seat, and a bodhi bead on the chest of the Buddha.The little girl he misses.

As soon as the play was sung, the girl's expression was obviously lethargic.A pair of eyelashes like a crow's feather hung down and fell on the moist lying silkworms, also covering the beautiful lake and mountains in the eyes.

She curled up on the back of the wicker chair temporarily placed here by the artists for the performance, and opened and closed the seven-inch lacquered folding fan in her hand back and forth to entertain the boredom.

Xian Xiansu holds the ochre-brown fan handle in her hand, and her slightly curved little finger can't wrap around the continuous love thread written by countless talents and beauties for thousands of years.

Akashi's eyes flickered, and then became serious.

The gaze from not far away caused her eyebrows to curl slightly, and she opened the folding fan in her hand with a "shua", and covered her fair and flawless face with it.

The straight Qiong nose, ruddy and small lips, all of these are covered under the fan painted with peonies, only a pair of silky phoenix eyes are left half-opened, but they are only pinched to the side. There is no meaning to bother.

The unexpectedly willful little girl, but I still have nothing to do with her.

Akashi shook his head with a smile, walked to the side of the old man who had been watching the artists practice attentively since just now, and greeted him: "Mr. Morita, good afternoon."

It is what Ms. Morita said, her husband who is obsessed with traditional dramas.

"Ah... ah, hello."

A round of practice is over, and the eyes and ears that have been paying attention finally got a moment of rest. Morita clicked his tongue for this double visual and auditory feast, and then turned his attention to the young man who came to talk to him. on people.

He is a young man with red hair.

What are you doing here?Did you come to see the play too?

It is rare for young people to pay attention to these "old school" things.

Morita raised his eyelids, folded his hands, and moved his lips: "You guys also like to watch this?"

"Well, a little curious."

"There are not many people like you."

This is the truth.Under the trend of rapid economic development, it is difficult for these young people in their early teens and early 20s to calm down and watch the national essence, let alone this kind of drama from other countries.

"It's rare, but there are always." Akashi replied neither humble nor overbearing.

"Then how old are you?"

"It doesn't count how many years you have played. But because my grandmother loved Noh, I have been exposed to it since I was a child. After my grandmother passed away, I was used to listening to it for an hour or two in my spare time."

"Oh..." Morita replied clearly, and was speechless for a while.

Not long after the conversation was interrupted, a man wearing a kerchief unexpectedly passed by the two of them.

Morita Masami, who was still doing nothing just now, raised his hand excitedly at him, signaling the male artist in a costume to come to them.

Akashi frowned, he knew who the old man greeted, and the person who came was the leader who met in front of the temple at noon, and he had just played with the girl just now, so he should be a character like the protagonist.

"Mr. Morita, come to observe today?"

The entertainer didn't know the twists and turns in Akashi's heart, he stood still in front of the two, and asked the old man with his lips.He speaks fluent Japanese without any blunt taste.

Japanese...

Accidentally heard the native language from his mouth, Akashi was slightly startled, and raised his eyes to look at his face.

The artist's facial features are delicate and delicate. It's not amazing to look at, but it feels very comfortable at first glance.Since it was not a formal performance, no oil paint was applied to the face, and a square scarf was simply worn around the head.The whiskers that were stubbornly growing under the nose at noon were gone, replaced by a whole piece of smooth skin.

In order not to let the overly long cloud sleeves hang down on the mud, he turned one hand behind his back, grasping the hem of the sleeve, and put the other hand in front of him.After all, he was from a professional class, but with a flick of his sleeves, the nearly two-meter-long water sleeves were put on his arms docilely.

The fine stitching embroidery on the costume didn't show any crookedness, his figure was as straight as a pine, and his refined appearance really had a bit of the elegant charm of an ancient scholar.

Morita's eyes lit up, and he praised repeatedly: "Yes, yes! I don't have a chance to hear such elegant sounds on weekdays, so I hope you can sing a few more lines, so that I, an old man, can feast my eyes and ears. Already!"

"It's natural."

The entertainer's eyes moved away from Morita's body, and slowly slid to Akashi's probing face.

"I didn't know that this gentleman could speak Japanese so well."

Akashi explained the interested look that the other party threw back in this way.

The artist smiled slightly and replied calmly: "I spent my four years of college life in Tokyo."

"Mr. Shi is the only person in the team who can speak Japanese!" As soon as his final words fell, Morita rushed to explain: "Generally speaking, the team leaders are seniors with qualifications and experience, but this time It's rather special, the leading position naturally falls on Mr. Shi's head!"

"Mr. Shi is so talented at such a young age, it is a matter of course to be the team leader, but..." Akashi returned to the topic that Morita had diverted. "Is there a drama university in Tokyo... It's Chinese Kunqu opera. I'm ashamed to say that I've been there for a long time, but I've never heard of such a school."

While speaking, the man Morita called Mr. Shi lowered his head and shook his sleeves, which were slightly slippery, and also moved his arms that were sore from staying in the same position for a long time.Akashi originally thought that the other party was thinking of words, but when he raised his head again, the expression on his face was completely indifferent, and he acted as if he didn't care about the tentative meaning Akashi implied in his words.

"...This gentleman is really interesting. In the final analysis, I went to study in Japan because I couldn't resist the demands of my family. Only Kunqu Opera has been my interest since I was a child."

From his understatement, Akashi can imagine how his family tried hard to persuade him not to go astray, and even said that there is no future in singing.There was a stalemate for a while, so at the last moment, the two sides reached a concession that at least get the college diploma first, and then make plans later.

Propagating and inheriting traditional culture is certainly respectable, but in the eyes of another kind of relative who expects their children to become a success, their children should have a better way out, instead of standing still and being a mediocre actor.

"I'm not talented, but I was lucky enough to be admitted to the Department of Literature of Dongda University." The artist continued.

Dongda... So, he is still his senior?Seeing that they are not much older than themselves, it is very possible that the two of them have lived together at the same time.

Several thoughts circled Akashi's mind, and finally, he thought of Seiki.

In the future, will she also come to Japan to study like him... In that case, in that case...

I can't restrain those charming thoughts, they are like weeds growing darkly, occupying every corner of my mind.

"Sir, you are humble. This world-class university cannot be easily entered by luck. Being able to take care of both at the same time, this spirit of studying is very valuable." No matter how much I warned myself to be calm, I couldn't maintain that calm face.Akashi continued to speak carefully, hoping to get key information.

The two juniors were talking, and Morita, who couldn't get into the topic, could only nod aside, expressing his agreement with Akashi's point of view.

"For the little girl in the team, if she also takes the path of opera actor in the future, I'm afraid it will take a lot of effort. How can the family be willing?"

Although they didn't directly specify who the girl was, the other two people present all understood by coincidence.Morita pulled out his goatee and set his sights on the artist.

"That's too serious. That child..." Following the artist's eyes wandering there, several people looked at the girl in unison. "Raised by us big guys, for her, we who are always by her side are her family."

From their big guys... Could it be...

Hearing these words, Akashi couldn't help but clenched his palms tightly.Is that what he thought?

And the artist's next words confirmed his bad guess even more. "When I was a baby, I was thrown at the entrance of the theater by someone who could be so cruel. If the dean hadn't found out in time in the cold winter, that poor little Jiaosheng might have been frozen." Died in the new wind."

A long sigh fell. "It's an orphan."

"So why talk about being willing or not? Who works in the theater is not sincerely passionate about opera? In the future, whether the child wants to go this way or follow the mainstream, we will respect her choice."

Morita made a "tsk tut" sound, closed his eyes and shook his head repeatedly.

"...Sorry, I didn't expect to bring up such a heavy topic. I was reckless." Akashi sincerely apologized. He didn't expect that so many stories would be involved with his temptation.I also learned...the fact that the girl is an orphan.

What he thought was a girl's childhood should be at least carefree and innocent.Instead of being abandoned by his biological parents like this.

Growing up in a simple and quiet deep house with only the sound of silk and bamboo and opera, she did not have the guidance of her parents, and she was not even accompanied by her peers——

What kind of loneliness should be.

I stay with gorgeous theater gowns and all kinds of stage props all day long. When I am bored, I tap the pearls on the emerald phoenix crown with my fingers, and touch the vivid embroidery patterns; Lie down on the table.Then, under the faint afterglow of the orange sunset, he yawned and fell deeply into the sweet dreamland of children.

Raised by everyone in that lonely garden, the scriptures of the years are circulated in the hands of the artists over and over again.And she also slowly, slowly transformed from a little milk doll with pink and tender flesh into the charming and charming look she is now.

"There is no need to blame yourself. Everyone has their own destiny, and the child is enjoying the current situation." Maybe because the negative expression on his face was too obvious, the artist turned to comfort Akashi: "You just did it unintentionally. "

"It's sir," he opened his mouth, and finally asked the question in his heart: "It's you who followed us this morning, right?"

Akashi's heart skipped a beat.The matter of following them was finally discovered.

He was just about to find an excuse to fool him, but the clever artist took the initiative to find a step down for him. "Did you just come here and don't know the way to the hotel? Sir, just stop me at that time, there's no need to care about face and follow behind secretly."

"……Um."

"It can be regarded as an acquaintance. Now that I think about it... I have talked for so long but I don't know the name of the gentleman. Dare to ask the gentleman's name?"

"My surname is Akashi, nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you……"

After thinking about it, he explained himself again.It can't be completely hidden 100%, no matter how careful you are, you will still be discovered.

What if it is discovered?it's not a big deal.

Yes, no big deal.