[Weiwei Doujin] Bai Xuefeihua

At tonight’s New Year’s Day party, all the teachers and students saw the most memorable performance in their life, so that after Ye Qinghe, Yang Yun and He’s sisters graduated, as long as they talked about the performance at that time, It is still full of praise and praise.

They will never forget that night, after the host's announcement, brought them an extremely shocking performance.

"The next performance is the most popular stage play on our school forum, "Silk Pulling Play". Zhang Lin was admitted to the hospital urgently due to an illness, and he is still recuperating in the hospital, so the role played by Zhang Lin will be replaced by Ye Qinghe, a second-year student from the Department of Computer Science."

As soon as this remark came out, the four people were in an uproar.

"Let us welcome with warm applause He Xinyu, He Xinyue, and Yang Yun from the Department of History and Ye Qinghe from the Department of Computer Science, who jointly presented the stage play—"Drawing the Silk Opera"!"

All of a sudden, the full audience couldn't help shouting and waving their hands, and the audience applauded like thunder.

When the lights in the auditorium were dimmed, the applause gradually became thinner, and the red curtain hanging on the stage was slowly opened, like a book that had been opened. There was a sound, and a bunch of dim lights on the stage gradually lit up, and a story began.

I saw an old man sitting hunched in front of a guqin, his eyes slightly lowered, although his wrinkled hands trembled slightly, he still plucked the strings slowly, playing a slightly sad and sad piece of music. The tune plays out an unknown past event.

The old man was covered in gray hair, was dressed in ragged clothes, his cloudy eyes were somewhat hollow, and his face had a dull expression, as if he had the vicissitudes of life given by his weather-beaten desolation.

Suddenly, a bunch of white lights lit up at the other end of the stage, followed by a handsome young man in Tsing-clothed and walked towards the old man, before disappearing in the dim light.

The young man in Tsing Yi knelt down beside the old man, with bright eyes and bright eyes, and said with a bright face, "Grandpa Zhang, I'm coming to see you again!"

The old man turned a deaf ear and played the piano to himself.

The young man in Tsing Yi seemed to have long been used to the old man's indifferent appearance, so he looked around indifferently, and saw the guqin on the table out of the corner of his eyes, widened his eyes slightly, and said in surprise: "Huh? Grandpa, you have already cut this lyre!"

The old man remained unmoved.

The young man in Tsing Yi sighed softly, then carefully glanced at the old man's expression, muttered to himself a few times, took a deep breath, and then asked: "Grandpa Zhang, I... Grandpa Chen from the south of the city said that you...you could play silk pulling when you were young, didn't you?"

As soon as the voice fell, the sound of the piano stopped suddenly, and then played again.

It's just that the old man was no longer indifferent as before, but pursed his lips tightly, looking a bit dazed.

Seeing that the old man seemed to be moved, the young man in Tsing Yi turned his black eyes, and then boldly asked in a low voice: "Grandpa Zhang, please show me a silk-drawing show, okay?—I never I have never seen the silk-drawing show, and I really hope to be lucky enough to witness it once!"

Seeing that the old man remained unmoved again, the young man in Tsing Yi called out tirelessly, "Grandpa Zhang, Grandpa Zhang, Grandpa Zhang..."

The old man was finally overwhelmed by the annoyance, he clapped his hands, and the faint sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

The young man in Tsing Yi smiled quietly, his eyebrows and eyes curved like a crescent moon, his face was full of complacency.

The old man glanced coldly at the young man in Tsing Yi, and saw that the young man in Tsing Yi stopped laughing immediately, and then he spoke slowly, his deep voice revealing the unique hoarseness of the old man, and there was endless indescribable sigh in his tone.

"When I was young, I liked to watch silk-drawing operas. Once I was addicted to it, I would never know the day and night. As I got older, my desire to learn from a teacher became more and more intense. However, my parents only hope that I can get married as soon as possible, so that Inherit my own shop as soon as possible. For this, I am absolutely unwilling, so regardless of my parents' opposition, even if I am kicked out of the house, I have made up my mind to learn from a teacher."

There was a slight pause in the voice, and the old man began to pluck the strings again, but his tone gradually turned sad.

"It took me half my life to learn the silk-drawing opera at the beginning, so I became more determined to make it a career after I learned something. For so many years, I have been wandering around, constantly moving from place to place , no fixed place to live, no wife and no children, and only a puppet to accompany me..."

The young man in Tsing Yi was fascinated, and when he heard the old man stop here, he asked impatiently: "Then... where is the puppet?"

The old man had a tense and thin face, his eyes were dark and cloudy, and his movements of picking the strings became faster and faster, only to hear him say in a deep voice: "I'm burned."

At the same time, the sound of Lingling's zither became more and more rapid, mixed with a few strands of mourning.

The young man in Tsing Yi asked with surprise and regret, "Why?"

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly again, and the white light on the stage was suddenly dimmed, and at the same time, a red light was turned on, reflecting the puppet standing still in the center of the stage and looking at the old man.

The puppet is a woman, she is dressed in a gorgeous red dress, she is graceful and graceful, her face is extremely charming, her eyebrows are picturesque, and the most amazing thing is a tear mole at the corner of her eye. Charm.

The old man looked hideous because of his extreme anger. He stood up tremblingly, raised his hand and pointed at the puppet, and said angrily, "You have made me miserable all my life! It's cold, and I can't even I can’t even afford a better winter coat! Think of me who used to have enough food and clothing, and look at me who is so poor now... Oh, I might as well burn you!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man in Tsing Yi was submerged in the darkness and stood still. At the same time, a beam of dim yellow lights lit up on the left side of the stage, reflecting another woman in red who looked exactly like the center of the stage.

At this time, the accompaniment suddenly sounded, echoing the piano music just now.

The woman in red in the center of the stage began to dance lightly, dancing a piece of beauty that is about to pass away; the woman in red on the left side of the stage sang with a microphone in her hand, singing a song of time that is long gone.

……

"The wind and snow are vaguely autumn white hair tail

Brightly lit

rub your eyebrows"

When the woman in red on the left side of the stage sang near the end, the woman in red in the center of the stage no longer danced lightly, but looked at the old man with tears in her eyes, first bowed to the old man, and then walked towards the old man A ceremony of prostration.

"If you shed a tear

If I get old, I can accompany you

ashes

also went perfectly

Waiting until the woman in red on the left side of the stage sang the last word, the woman in red in the center of the stage no longer looked at the old man, but at the audience, and slowly lowered her head and closed her eyes. There were two clear lines in the corner of her eyes. Tears streaming down.

After the song was sung, the dim yellow light on the left side of the stage and the red light in the center of the stage dimmed, and the two women in red immediately fell into the darkness and stood still.

It seems that the old man is the only one left in this world.

The old man fell to the ground immediately, his eyes were already red, his expression was a bit disbelieving, and a bit panicked.

Seemingly stunned for quite a while, the old man could not help but cover his face and wailed, "I'm warm, I'm lonely."

These four short words can't tell the heartbreak.

……

The only dim light on the stage disappeared, and everyone's eyes suddenly became dark.

Just when there was faint commotion in the auditorium, there was a sound of Lingling piano, still as lonely and desolate as the wind blowing into the pine forest, and then a beam of dim yellow light was lit up again, reflecting the old man, and the still Sitting stooped in front of the guqin, with slightly trembling hands, he plucked the strings slowly.

The old man still had gray hair and ragged clothes, but he would stamp his hands from time to time and cough heavily, as if he was about to die.

After a while, a bunch of white lights lit up on the other end of the stage again, followed the young man in Tsing Yi and walked towards the old man, and disappeared in the dim light again.

"Grandpa Zhang...Grandpa Zhang, I'm here to see you again!" The young man in Tsing Yi still had an elegant look.

The old man coughed again and continued to strum the strings, ignoring the young man in Tsing Yi.

The young man in Tsing Yi didn't care about the old man's attitude, he smiled happily and said to himself: "I heard the story you told last time, after returning home, it took me seven days to figure out these two lines , would you mind listening to it?"

There was a sudden pause in the sound of the zither, and the old man coughed heavily again, before looking up at the young man in Tsing Yi, he said, "Sing."

"Okay!"

The young man in Tsing Yi laughed so hard that his brows and eyes curled up, he stood up, cleared his throat slightly, and then sang:

"The orchid finger twists the world of mortals like water

Three feet red platform

all things sing

Sing farewell to sorrow

What is so red turns gray

May anyone remember who

best age

Such a beautiful and subtle opera tone should have been mesmerized to appreciate, but the old man's eyes turned red when he heard it.

The singer sings about a love-hate entanglement that has nothing to do with him, and the listener listens to an old story that has nothing to do with him.

"The wind and snow are vaguely autumn white hair tail

Brightly lit

frown your eyebrows

if you shed a tear

If I get old, I can accompany you

ashes

also went perfectly

After singing, the old man showed sorrow, with tears in his eyes, tightly knit his brows, and coughed a few times heavily, then moved his lips unceasingly, as if he wanted to say something, but he would be choked with sobs. Singing: "If you give up a tear, if you grow old, I can accompany you... If you turn into ashes in the mist, you will go perfectly..."

The young man in Tsing Yi couldn't help but his eyes were red, but the next moment he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

At this moment, the white light suddenly turned on, while the dim yellow light gradually faded away.

Following the gaze of the young man in Tsing Yi, I saw the old man slowly closing his eyes, two lines of clear tears slowly slid down his cheeks, dripping on the back of his hand, faintly splashing a flower, and He suddenly lowered his head and never opened his eyes again.

The young man in Tsing Yi stretched out his hand and probed the old man's breath, but he didn't seem to be able to feel any breath. Suddenly his legs went limp, and he knelt down beside the old man, crying sadly: "Grandpa Zhang...Grandpa Zhang... "

The white lights gradually dimmed, and even though the stage was completely dark, the sad cries of the youth in Tsing Yi still echoed in the ears of the audience.

About three seconds later, the crying of the young man in Tsing Yi gradually became weaker, and the lights in the auditorium gradually turned on, and the audience began to recover.

Most of the audience was still immersed in the performance just now, and felt a strong shock in their hearts - some were silent, some had red eyes, and some burst into tears...

On the stage, Ye Qinghe, who played Grandpa Zhang, Yang Yun, who played the boy in Tsing Yi, He Xinyu, who played the puppet and was in charge of dancing, and He Xinyue, who was in charge of singing, were facing the auditorium with smiles on their faces, and bowed to the audience in the audience.

There was warm applause in the auditorium, and there were excited screams one after another.

After a while, Yang Yun and the He sisters moved together, stood opposite Ye Qinghe together, and bowed to Ye Qinghe together.

Through the pictures displayed on the big screens on both sides of the stage, the audience saw Ye Qinghe was stunned for a moment, then slightly softened his brows and eyes, and then calmly returned a salute to them.

The four of them looked at each other with a tacit smile, and then left the stage together, ignoring the hustle and bustle behind them.

The author has something to say:

"Silk Play"

Song Name: Silk Play

Composer: Yinlin

Compiler/Mixer: Huiyuan Poor

Lyricist: Vagary

Vocals: Yin Lin & Aki Ajie

Poster: Su Chebai

[PS: The copy of "The Silk Play" is a bit long, so I won't post it here. If you are interested, you can search for it yourself. 】

[PS: I would like to pay tribute to "Drawing the Silk Opera" and the main creators. 】

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Let me talk about why they chose "Silk Drawing Opera" as their performance.

Who still remembers the performance of "The Play of Pulling Silk" by Super Girl Circle 9 last year?

Regarding Quan 9's singing skills, I won't say much if you don't know how to sing. Anyway, I am very grateful to her for having the courage to bring Gufengge to such a big stage. She let more people know the existence of Gufengge .

The reason why I took "The Silk-drawing Opera" as the performance of the protagonist in the article is actually because I was a little dissatisfied with the dance beauty of "The Silk-drawing Opera", so I kept thinking in my mind how the dance beauty of "The Silk-drawing Opera" should be. This form of performance is in line with what I have in mind.

I kept thinking and thinking, until I decided to write this article, and until I had already made a hole. After pondering over this period of time, I gradually got the performance of this chapter, although this has deviated from the original intention up.

When I wrote this chapter, it took about a week, and I finally wrote it to a satisfactory level.

[The original copywriting was written from the perspective of a passerby who can see ghosts. I originally wanted to write it from the perspective of this passerby, but found that it was not effective enough, so I gradually adapted it into this form up.As for the lines that appeared in the stage play, some of them were written based on the copywriting, and some changes were made during the period (such as Grandpa Zhang’s), and some were added for the service of the stage play (such as that of the boy in Tsing Yi). 】

【The twin sisters He Xinyu and He Xinyue also 'existed' to write this scene. 】

[A girl wants a fake voice, but the fake voice is an old man's voice, I think it's a bit unrealistic. ——Well, let’s take it as the modern version of Arjuna. 】

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I can't think of anything else to explain, so let's write it here for the time being.

If you still want to know something, or if I suddenly think of something to explain, I will explain it again.