The fate of the Republic of China is you

Zheng Jiawen was stunned by Xu Manhua's admonition. Firstly, the husband has a gentle temperament and rarely gets angry. Second, Zheng Jiawen hasn't recovered from the words that Wang Pingjuan once struggled for her. She wavered.

"Jiawen, Wang Pingjuan is not as ruthless to you as you imagined. Now that she is gone, only Niannian is left helpless. She asked her daughter to take your surname. You should be able to understand how much she loves you in her heart. I I think you should recognize Nian Nian for the love you once had for her mother." Xu Manhua softened her voice and said slowly.

Zheng Jiawen opened his mouth, and slowly turned his head to look at the child in front of the bed. The child's eyes were full of longing, and his big eyes were watery, very much like her mother.At this moment, Zheng Jiawen's mind recalled the scene of Wang Pingjuan catching butterflies in the field of yellow flowers that summer. It was really beautiful.

"Family text?" Seeing that the student's eyes were empty and he didn't know what to think, Xu Manhua called softly.

Zheng Jiawen came back to his senses, and slowly said: "Wang Pingjuan's hometown still has a mother and brothers. If I take this child away, his grandmother and uncle will come to the door..."

"Don't be afraid of this. The senior sister wrote her last words before she died. Besides, the senior sister has been dead for so long, and the Wang family has never seen Niannian. Even if they forcefully send Niannian there, they will definitely give Niannian to her as a child bride." Yang Huifen The hand holding Nian Nian trembled slightly, leaving Nian Nian to Mr. Xu is a difficult task, and she herself, to put it bluntly, went to Shanghai to be popular or not. Follow her, at this moment, she understands very well why the senior sister entrusts Nian Nian to Zheng Jiawen before she dies.

Hearing this, Zheng Jiawen lowered his eyes and remained silent. After a while, a small hand held her hand.

Zheng Jiawen looked at the little hand in her hand, her eyes flickered, she couldn't tell what state of mind she was in at this time, she was a little pity, a little sad, and more flustered, she never imagined that her life would be with a four-year-old child.If she accepts the child in front of her, she will be raised as a daughter in the future. How to be a good mother, how to be a mother, she has no idea at all, and she is not half prepared.

"Bang, bang, bang..." At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside.

Xu Manhua stood up slowly and went out to open the door.

Inside the room, Zheng Jiawen couldn't hold back, and gently shook the little hand in the palm of his hand, it was soft.

"Miss Zheng, I have read my senior sister's diary, and I know she said some nasty things to you. Although I don't know the content of the words, Mr. Xu said that just now, and I think they are things that make you very uncomfortable. But also Please believe that the senior sister will remember you until death. The senior sister's diary is with me, and I can go and get it for you." Yang Huifen stood beside the bed and said.

"No!" Zheng Jiawen looked at Yang Huifen, a trace of panic flashed across his weak face. She was afraid, afraid of seeing Wang Pingjuan's words again, afraid of knowing what Wang Pingjuan had experienced later, and even more afraid that the contents of the diary would make her heart unbearable.

Zheng Jiawen blurted out a word, then closed his eyes weakly, and said slowly: "At least, not now, not now."

Yang Huifen raised her eyebrows and patted Xiao Zheng Nian's little head and stopped talking.

Little Zheng Nian didn't listen carefully to what the adults said, when Zheng Jiawen held her hand, she stared intently at the clasped hand, feeling very good and warm.

At this time, Xu Manhua hurried in.

"Jiawen, just now Mingshan came. He said that the family already knew about you running away from home. Your father sent some people out to look for you secretly. Besides, you can't go to the train station because there are people guarding it."

Hearing this, Zheng Jiawen opened his eyes, which were full of despair.

"Why don't you come with us, we will go by boat tomorrow morning, and we will row the boat by ourselves." After Yang Huifen said, seeing Zheng Jiawen gave her a grateful look, she continued: "You are too weak, come with us, on the way I can take care of you and Niannian."

Zheng Jiawen was grateful when he heard the first sentence, and was stunned for a while when he heard the last sentence. Looking at Nian Nian whose eyes were shining, he sighed silently.Her teacher's family and school are so hard, it is true that she can no longer take care of Nian Nian, but, taking the child to find Shu Rou, I don't know if Shu Rou is willing.

"Aye, I will be very obedient, and I can do laundry..." Xiao Zheng Nian pulled Zheng Jiawen's hand.

Zheng Jiawen was amazed that a four-year-old child could do laundry, and at the same time felt that the child in front of him was so sensible, which made people feel distressed.

"Sir, help Niannian pack your clothes." Zheng Jiawen looked at Xu Manhua and said.

As soon as this remark came out, everyone in the room smiled at the same time.

"Okay, I'll prepare for Niannian." Xu Manhua stood up with a smile.

"Miss Zheng, I, I thank you on behalf of senior sister." Yang Huifen smiled.

"I'm running away from home right now, and I only have a few silver dollars that Aunt Xiu gave me, so entrusting Nian Nian to me may not be a good choice." Zheng Jiawen said slowly.

"If you are willing to accept Nian Nian, I am grateful to you. As for the living conditions, let's work hard together. Could it be that you, Ms. Zheng, can't live without your parents? It's easier for you, a person who returned from overseas, to find a job in Shanghai than us Well, although Senior Sister means to entrust Nian Nian to you, I am Nian Nian's aunt after all, and I will take care of her."

Zheng Jiawen smiled, gasped for a while and asked, "Are you still singing street scenes?"

"Well, the opera master only talks to me when Huadan's head and shoulders are unwell and he can't get on stage. Moreover, we are not allowed to listen to them when they sing." Yang Huifen was a little unhappy when she said this. If it was her, she I will definitely teach my sister patiently, and I will never hide it.

Road show, also known as off-screen play, has no script or fixed libretto, only a story frame and a split outline.A few days before the stage, the drama master told the outline of the story, the names of the characters and their relationship with each other, and on the stage, the Xiaoshenghuadans improvised.The quality of this improvisation depends on whether the "fuzi" given by the master during the class training is memorized and used flexibly.

"There are no road shows in foreign countries. They have scripts. I think if you can speak in the future, you can try to learn from them." Can be compared, no matter what other people on the stage are singing, she can quickly pick up.

"Script?" Yang Huifen's eyes lit up, "Is there a fixed libretto?"

"Yes, there are fixed libretto, and it's not even two or three people at a table anymore. They have screenwriters, directors, and choreographers. The screenwriter is responsible for writing the story and writing libretto, the director is responsible for instructing the actors' physical movements and emotional changes, and there are vocal designers. , will help you make staves and learn to sing."

Yang Huifen was shocked after hearing Zheng Jiawen's words.

"What is a stave?"

"It is the notation method made abroad, which records music by marking different notes on five equidistant parallel horizontal lines." Zheng Jiawen remembered the school song that his third uncle Zheng Junxi sent to Germany to show her last year. Last year, the school had already started Use staves now.

"There was a school song written by a school in my luggage back home, but I left in a hurry and didn't bring it out." Zheng Jiawen felt a little regretful.

Yang Huifen was eager to see it, and slightly disappointed, she said: "Is there a lot of new things in Shanghai? Maybe I can see the staves when I go to Shanghai. Ms. Zheng, can you tell me more about foreign dramas and ours? What's the difference?"

"A foreign drama, in fact, for the audience, the first perception is different because of the gap in the stage layout. For example, when you sang "The Back Garden Party" before, two people went up to sing, and there was a portrait of your ancestor hanging behind it. It's hard for the audience to imagine where you are at first glance. If you replace the painting of the patriarch with a painting of the corner door of the moon garden, and put a stone table and a few stone benches on the stage, it's okay if the conditions are sufficient A fake tree is placed on the side of the stage, and the stage is arranged so that people can know at a glance that this scene happened in the garden, I think the audience will love to watch it more.”

Yang Huifen closed her eyes and imagined it. She can guarantee that there is absolutely no troupe in this area who does this. If it can be realized, someone will definitely come to see it.

"Miss Zheng, you are amazing." Yang Huifen admired sincerely.

Zheng Jiawen shook his head and said, "I'm just telling you what I've seen and heard. Such a thing is easier said than done." After Zheng Jiawen said, he felt that his eyelids were very sleepy, and he slowly closed them.

Yang Huifen wanted to ask again, but seeing Zheng Jiawen's tired face, she stopped, took Zheng Nian's little hand and walked out quietly.

When the door was closed, Zheng Jiawen turned over, holding his clothes tightly with his right hand, imagining that after returning to China, he would unleash his ambitions.

"Auntie, Aye is going to take me away, can I take that little rabbit with me?" On the steps outside the house, Xiao Zheng Nian sat next to Yang Huifen and asked with shining eyes.

"Okay, but the little doll is broken, and there are patches..."

"It's okay, there are patches and it's also a bunny, I like it very much." Xiao Zheng Nian's little expression became slightly serious, it was left by her mother, and she would sleep in her arms at night.

"Okay, okay, take it with you." Yang Huifen touched Xiao Zheng Nian's hair, sighed and said, "Nian Nian, Auntie has something to tell you. Although you are still young, I think you must know what's inside. Zheng Jiawen took you to Shanghai this time to find a Miss Lin. If Zheng Jiawen has identified that Miss Lin in this life, then you will need to live with that Miss Lin from now on. "

"Then who is Miss Lin?" Xiao Zheng Nian lowered his head and pinched the corner of his clothes.

Yang Huifen rubbed her chin and said, "This is the first time I've heard of Miss Lin. Zheng Jiawen just came back a few days ago, so he probably hooked up in Germany."

"What is hooking up?" Xiao Zhengnian raised his head.

"Eh... hooking up means liking." Yang Huifen didn't know if this was the right explanation. After saying that, she looked at Xiao Zheng and said, "So now, Zheng Jiawen likes Miss Lin, but here comes the problem, today It's the day when Zheng Jiawen and Ms. Hou got married, Nian Nian, this Ms. Hou is rumored to be legal."

Xiao Zhengnian couldn't turn his head around, and looked at his aunt blankly.

"Let's put it this way, Zheng Jiawen liked your mother before, but later your mother separated from her, and then Zheng Jiawen fell in love with Miss Lin again, but after returning home, he married Miss Hou, so you have two sisters now. Mother, but this is immoral, you have to recognize this relationship and live with them."

"I only have one aunt." Xiao Zheng Nian stood up angrily, and even wanted to cry, "Why does Aye like so many people?"

Xiao Zheng read this sentence loudly, and Zheng Jiawen, who was about to come out while leaning on the table, stopped in the room. She felt something was wrong when she heard it on the bed, and tried to get out of bed to stop Yang Huifen from talking nonsense, but it was too late.

Yang Huifen described her as a person who is promiscuous, and this hatred will last forever.