Korean Diary of Korean Entertainment

The summer afternoon is hot and dry, except for the constant chirping of cicadas, the campus is quiet.But as soon as the classrooms in the teaching building came out, boys and girls were sweating profusely practicing basic skills, singing, reciting and fighting, and none of them could relax.

As the saying goes, 1 minute on stage and [-] years off stage, especially in Beijing opera, the five methods of mouth, hands, eyes, body, and steps must be closely integrated. There is less flavor, so the teachers have very strict requirements for these basic skills, let alone at this time.

One of the girls with long braids, while pressing her legs, didn't know where she went.Who is the teacher, you can tell what you are doing with just one look. Her distraction obviously caught her attention. When she passed by her for the third time, seeing that she hadn't responded, she was immediately out of breath Come.

"Yangjin Dolma!"

"Hey? Teacher Wang!" Dolma was indeed taken aback. If it wasn't for the steady footing, she would have fallen to the ground a long time ago.

Seeing that she was still standing there steadily like this, Wang Qi nodded in her heart, but her face was still tense: "Do you think you are all well?"

"I'm sorry, teacher." No matter what, she was wrong, and she admitted her mistake honestly, hoping to get the teacher's leniency.

Although the other students did not stop their movements, they all paid attention to them. Some were secretly proud, while some were worried. Of course, they were not worried about what the teacher would do to her.All teachers have a common problem, and this can be regarded as a privilege for top students. As the teacher's favorite student, Dolma will definitely not be severely punished by the teacher under normal circumstances.

It's a pity that everyone guessed wrong this time. Whether it was the "mobilization" before the game or the deep love and responsibility, in short, Teacher Wang didn't let her go this time.

"After class, Dolma stayed and went back after finishing a set of movements."

"I see." Dolma remained expressionless, not ashamed because of the teacher's reprimand, nor regretted because of her inattention, as if all these things had nothing to do with her, and she was not the one punished by the teacher .

Under the teacher's eyes full of eyes, Dolma started to move again.

"Huh, it's finally over." After the last movement, Dolma stopped and looked at her imageless self in the mirror, feeling empty in her heart.She suddenly remembered the question she was asked that day: Why did she study Peking Opera?

When I was a child, my grandfather hugged me and listened to the babbling sounds on the radio. It was only later that she realized that the sound that didn’t sound like talking or singing didn’t sound like singing. It turned out to be Peking Opera. From not knowing what to sing to understanding, and then to I can sing along.Perhaps it is because of her "influence" since she was a child, Peking Opera has become her specialty since she was in school. She is an ordinary student, because Peking Opera has won her a lot of praise.At that time, thinking about things was very simple. When the teacher who taught her praised her for her talent and hoped that she would take this path, and the grandfather who was a movie fan even agreed, she agreed without thinking.Since then, she has embarked on this road, and traveled thousands of miles from Lhasa to Beijing, the birthplace of Peking Opera, to study.

But since when did she become less and less interested in Peking Opera?It's like the seven-year itch, did she also have this feeling about Peking Opera?

Just when Dolma was in a trance, a phone call suddenly remembered interrupted her thoughts.

When she saw the name displayed on the phone, she couldn't wait to pick up the phone, her voice changed from the depressed one just now, and she was very cheerful. "Aga, have you arrived yet?"

I only heard a nice male voice chuckle: "I heard that Dolma was punished by the teacher?"

"This group of guys!" Dolma spat, she forgot Weibo, the circle of friends is the most popular place for news.

Dolma was not angry either, although he was a little teasing, but more worried and caring. "Aga, you know how to make fun of me, so I must let you treat me to dinner today."

"Come out quickly, I'll wait for you at the school gate."

"Okay, I'll come." Zhuoma yelled, opened the door and rushed out.

It stands to reason that even if it is not the boy you like, generally speaking, when you go to meet the opposite sex, everyone will dress up, but Yangjin Zhuoma just ran out.Perhaps in her opinion, he has seen her most embarrassing side, and now this is completely trivial, she doesn't care at all, the boldness of the Tibetan people is reflected here.But maybe this is the reason for her failure, she failed to make the other party think of herself as a woman, right?

Yangjin Zhuoma saw Li Junze waiting at the door from a distance, and rushed over like a cannonball.

"Be careful!" Li Junze opened his arms as he was used to, stopped Zhuoma who couldn't stop due to inertia, and smiled dotingly.

Dolma naturally hugged Li Junze's waist, rubbed against him like a cat, breathed in the fragrance of his body, and sighed contentedly.

The whole intimate action made the passers-by not feel the slightest ambiguity.Dolma thought that she was swearing sovereignty all the time, but she didn't know that this man never regarded her as a woman from the beginning, even though she had changed from that rustic Tibetan girl at that time to a fashionable and beautiful urban beauty now.

The combination of handsome men and beautiful women will definitely attract everyone's attention. Feeling everyone's attention, Dolma smiled proudly.

Li Junze found her snickering, and touched the top of her head with one hand: "Why are you snickering alone, you are so happy after being punished by the teacher?"

"That's not it!" Dolma almost became angry when his male god said so. "Aga, isn't it good to be with a beauty like me?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Li Junze said three yeses in succession, and hurriedly groomed the little yak from Tibet.

While having dinner with Li Junze, the two discussed about costumes for this performance, and Li Junze sent Zhuoma back to school.

"You're so happy to be punished by the teacher?" Yang Min, who had the best relationship with her in the dormitory, asked Dolma when she came back.

"I'm sure I'm going to see that person after coming back so late?" Zhang Lan, who was lying on the bed reading a book, said coldly.

Yang Min nodded clearly. "Dolma, your Ajia is so good, doesn't he have a girlfriend?"

Dolma's excited mood just now suddenly sank, "I don't know either."

"Stupid." How could Zhuoma, who was so smart when she was studying opera, have such a low EQ? Zhang Lan hates iron but steel. Maybe people who study opera have a bit of a ladylike feeling. Although they are very anxious, they said That's the only way to get the heaviest out. "You don't know when you will get it now. He has already graduated. With his qualifications, he will succeed sooner or later. At that time, the distance between you will be even greater. When that time comes, you can cry secretly." One is fashion A costume designer in the industry, and an opera actor in a traditional industry, the gap between the two is more than just a sentence.

Li Junze is really a good person, because of the past, after Zhuoma was admitted to the school, he had dinner with Zhuoma's roommates and asked them to take care of Zhuoma, so Zhang Lan still has a good relationship with that gentle man. affected.

"I..." Dolma herself was also very tangled.To be honest, if it was her former self, when she saw someone she liked, she would definitely pursue him without flinching, but maybe she has learned a lot about acting, maybe she has been subtly influenced, and now she is really afraid that she will lose that person once she confesses. people.

"Don't force her, Zhuoma will do well." Yang Min always admires Zhuoma inexplicably.

"Hmph!" Zhang Lan continued to read and didn't intend to pay attention to these two people.

"Wait a little longer, it's not time yet." Dolma looked a little lonely, as if telling Zhang Lan, but it was more like a promise to herself.

"Why didn't the time come?" It was Liu Yan who kicked open the door in a hurry. As her name suggests, she was always like the sun, proud and dazzling, sometimes more like a Tibetan girl than Dolma. "Wow, today's concert was really exciting and exciting, but it's just a pity." As he spoke, he felt inexplicably regretful.

For those who study Peking Opera, they always say that it’s not that no one likes chasing stars, but it’s really the only one who is as crazy as Liu Yan. Her love for Hallyu stars is often beyond everyone’s imagination, so let’s take this time as an example. Said that she turned all the wages she earned from working part-time to buy concert tickets and peripherals. Zhuoma, who is used to saving money, was the first to not understand her.

After washing, Zhuoma took advantage of the time before the lights were turned off to practice a habit she had persisted for a long time—keeping a diary.

After winning this competition, I confessed my love to him.

The moonlight at night shone into the dormitory through the window, and the diary in Zhuoma's hand was obviously dim, but it seemed to be an illusion.