Brilliant

However, Mo Beicheng has not had time to watch the movie Mo Nanxuan sent over. His recent creation has hit a bottleneck, and he is really in no mood to care about other things. In addition, Wen Mingyuan is preparing for the performance of "Behind the Drama", Mo Beicheng is afraid that he will be busy. When he got up, he didn't care about his body, and spent the rest of his energy on Wen Mingyuan.

Sun Junliang advised Wen Mingyuan to take it easy. After all, they came here for friendship, and they only participated in one episode, as long as they became famous.But Wen Mingyuan has always been the type to go all out, and he will not relax just because this time it is just a friendly competition.

On the day of the official recording, Mo Beicheng got an on-site ticket to mix with the general audience. He didn't tell Wen Mingyuan that he was coming, for fear that Wen Mingyuan would be nervous.

Then he was honored to find Lu Siwei sitting on the judging table.

Why is there him everywhere!

"He once bid farewell to his beloved stage because of an accident..." As soon as he heard the host say this, Mo Beicheng knew that Wen Mingyuan was going to appear next.

All the lights went out, leaving only a bunch of blue and white lights shining in the corner of the stage.

What kind of clothes did Mo Beicheng expect Wen Mingyuan to wear? Would he wear women's clothes or keep his men's clothes?Put on the oversized court dress in the middle ages, and then put on a golden wig?Or did they abandon their plans and choose to continue playing Hamlet?

The long golden hair and skirt that Mo Beicheng imagined did not appear. Wen Mingyuan wore a normal lace shirt, and his hairstyle did not change too much. It was just that the makeup artist changed his hairstyle to highlight Ophelia's madness. Scratch a little messy.

"Everyone carried him to the bier, and he was crying like rain in the grave..." Wen Mingyuan sang Ophelia's lines. Originally, Mo Beicheng was worried that with Wen Mingyuan's singing skills, he could really grasp this A song that sounds reasonable now.

Wen Mingyuan acted like a crazy man, holding a handful of flowers in his hand, standing under the spotlight at a loss what to do.

"Goodbye, my pigeon." Wen Mingyuan didn't go directly to the center of the stage, but walked to the front of the judges' seat. He acted like a young man who had just escaped from a lunatic asylum, saying something that others couldn't understand: "You guys Hold your breath, hold your breath, the spinning wheel spins again and again, the cunning housekeeper has abducted the master's daughter..."

Wen Mingyuan held a bunch of freshly picked flowers in his left hand. He walked up to Lu Siwei and handed them to him one by one: "This is rosemary, it represents memories, I beg you, dear, remember …These are pansies, which represent the heart.”

Then he walked up to the female judges, just like Ophelia gave flowers to the queen: "Here are fennel and funnel flowers, here you are."

Wen Mingyuan came to the last judge. In the play, it was Ophelia who handed the flowers to the king: "These rues are for you, and I also leave some for me. On Sundays, we can call them flowers of grace. You should wear your rue, as you should wear your coat of arms. Here are some daisies. I should have given you some violets, too, but they were all withered when my father died. People say he died well."

At this point in the performance, Wen Mingyuan, who was still a little excited just now, suddenly lost the atmosphere around him. He looked at his empty hand and then looked at the stage in a daze.

There was a coffin in the center of the stage. Wen Mingyuan walked to the side of the coffin, looked at the audience in front of him stupidly, and moved his fingers uncontrollably, "Will he come back? Will he come back?"

He looked at the coffin beside him as if he had thought of something, and tears filled his eyes: "No, no, he's dead, and your life is in jeopardy, he will never come back again."

"His beard is like silver, his hair is messy, he's gone, he's gone," tears rolled down Wen Mingyuan's face, he wiped away the tears with trembling hands, and continued to sing: "There is no need to sing the mourning song. "

The cold blue light hit his face, and everyone could clearly see the sad expression on Wen Mingyuan's face.

He was like Ophelia whose father was killed by his lover and went mad.

Between love and revenge, Hamlet chose revenge and abandoned himself.

She didn't understand why...why all the good things were shattered overnight, and she didn't understand why she became the most scattered sacrifice in this political game.

Wen Mingyuan stood in the center of the stage and wiped away his tears.

Then, like a naughty child, he opened his arms and walked to the edge of the stage step by step, as if the lake where Ophelia was buried was in front of him.

He looked back for the last time, walked behind the scenes with unwillingness and despair towards the world.

Then there was a sound of falling water.

Then the lights came back on, and after about three seconds, the audience burst into applause.

Mo Beicheng recalled that in the original script, Shakespeare once said this through Laertes' mouth: "Sorrow, pain, sorrow, and the suffering in hell have all become pitiful and lovely in her."

Breaking through the difference of gender, Wen Mingyuan vividly showed the innocence, pain and sadness of the hysterical Ophelia.Although there was not a single line in the last performance, Wen Mingyuan still made all the audience feel the despair of Ophelia before she passed away.

"Wen Mingyuan..." Lu Siwei, who was sitting on the judging panel, looked seriously at this junior who he once had unlimited hopes for, but was later ruined by an accident, "Thank you for coming back... ..”

Through the crowd and the lights, Mo Beicheng looked at Wen Mingyuan standing on the stage. He was full of happiness and hope, just like he should have been.

After watching the performance, Mo Beicheng left his seat and came outside the studio.

There was a glass window on each flight of stairs. Mo Beicheng stood in front of the glass window, blowing the cold wind quietly.

He didn't care about the next performance and ranking, he just thought about Wen Mingyuan's performance alone.Think of his singing, think of his steps.

Mo Beicheng's fingers tapped uncontrollably on the dusty window sill, as if he were playing the piano.

"Ophelia...Ophelia..."

Ophelia, who fell into the water, dazzled because of love, fell because of love, accompanied by flowers and spring water, and slept in the arms of death.

Suddenly, Mo Beicheng's playing hand stopped.

The music that has been stuck for a long time finally has new inspiration!

Mo Beicheng quickly took out the simulated piano app downloaded on his mobile phone, put on noise-proof headphones, and immersed himself in the world he created.

I don't know how long it took. After Mo Beicheng recorded the last sound, he took off his earphones and looked out the window.

In the completely black sky, the stars from tens of thousands of light-years away pierced through the layers of clouds and fog, and reflected in Mo Beicheng's pupils with faint, scattered, and floating light.

"The No.1 of this issue of "Behind the Drama" is," a studio voice came from next to my ear, "Wen Mingyuan! Congratulations!"

Inside and outside the walls, the stars come back again.

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