Zhang Shaohua was born in the autumn of 1946 and was the only child of an ordinary family in Beijing. Her father was a small trader who traveled all year round, leaving his wife and children to fend for himself in his hometown.
When Zhang Shaohua learned to cry the word "Dad", the man who was not responsible died early, and his mother lost her support and disappeared, leaving only her infant child.
Zhang Shaohua was brought up by her grandmother, a typical Beijing old lady, wearing a gown, with two black buns on her head, and her face was always wrapped with sorrow and worries.
They live in the only house in the old Beijing hutongs, and their grandmother lives by begging for food, and begs along the street with Zhang Shaohua on her back every day, Zhang Shaohua has grown to 10 years old, and he is no longer surprised by the dishes and chopsticks that the "benefactors" give alms.
Grandma's only interest is to listen to books and watch plays, and she often carries Zhang Shaohua to the nearby theater garden to take care of it. In those colorful costumes and exaggerated and intense performances, Zhang Shaohua discovered another world, and she was fascinated by it and became very interested in drama.
Since then, she has vowed to be an actress and never live this black, white and gray life again.
At the age of 15, Zhang Shaohua resolutely dropped out of school, and despite his grandmother's opposition, he entered the local Ping Theater to learn Xi acting. She spends her days immersed in the script and the stage, ignoring everything in the outside world.
The impoverished life did not dampen her ideals, but became a strong backing for her to realize her dreams.
At the age of 20, Zhang Shaohua got his wish and became a student of a famous theater in Beijing. Facing the thousands of favors of Xin Fengxia, the pride of the sky in the group, she realized how far apart she was from the stage.
Xin Fengxia has waist-length hair, fair skin, three-dimensional facial features, and is a typical melon seed face beauty. As soon as she spoke, she was overwhelmed; With a single move, it is chic and abnormal.
Countless suitors were fascinated by Xin Fengxia, and the theater praised her as a treasure.
And Zhang Shaohua was born with a mediocre appearance, like the market women who can be seen everywhere on the streets of old Beijing. She has an ordinary short haircut, dark skin, pale lips, and no outstanding facial features, which is incomparable to those gorgeous characters on the stage.
What makes her even more sad is that even the acting path is different, Xin Fengxia is the heartthrob's Zhengdan Huadan, and she is only worthy of being a clown and supporting role. Zhang Shaohua deeply felt the injustice of fate, she obviously had the strength and ambition to compete with Xin Fengxia, but she was bound by this appearance.
On the first day of Xin Fengxia's joining the group, everyone's eyes were focused on her. She is like the most glorious goddess in the ancient Greek camp, destined to become the pearl of this world.
And Zhang Shaohua stood at the edge of the crowd, like a forgotten Cinderella. She saw her efforts and hard work eclipsed by the light of Xin Fengxia.
This sense of shame is like a fish in her throat, and she can't wait to tear the skin of the proud son of Xinfeng Xia Tian now.
In 1966, when the Cultural Revolution swept like a monstrous wave, Zhang Shaohua finally found a good opportunity to take revenge. With her lonely courage, she soon became the captain of the theater group, wielding power and weapons.
As long as she gives an order, it is enough to ruin anyone's family. At this time, Xin Fengxia was already a wife and mother, living under the protection of her husband and painter.
She focused on taking care of her family and career, ignoring political movements. Zhang Shaohua saw it in his eyes and hated Xin Fengxia's arrogant appearance.
At a blood-red dawn, Zhang Shaohua led a group of impulsive young people to Xin Fengxia's house to raid and criticize. They invaded the courtyard in groups of three or five, trampling the flowers and plants into pieces.
Zhang Shaohua stood alone outside the door of the main room and ordered his subordinates to smash the door open. Xin Fengxia sat up from the bed with sleepy eyes, and before she understood what was happening, she was tied up and escorted outdoors by Wuhuada.
A sneer appeared on Zhang Shaohua's face, she had finally been looking forward to this day for too long. Xin Fengxia knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, but she turned a deaf ear, and even raised her hand to slap Xin Fengxia's face.
The crisp sound echoed through the empty courtyard, and everyone held their breath.
"I want you bitch to beg me on your knees!" Zhang Shaohua seemed to be greatly stimulated and began to abuse uncontrollably. She asked her subordinates to search the house and dragged all the things of Xin Fengxia's house outside.
Those calligraphy and painting antiques were quickly damaged under the rough technique, and Xin Fengxia was heartbroken, but she couldn't do anything. It was only at this moment that she suddenly realized that she had already become a thorn in Zhang Shaohua's heart.
However, it was too late, and the bullets of revenge had already been fired.
That night, Xin Fengxia was escorted to the cowshed for review after hastily tidying up. With her home occupied and her husband's whereabouts unknown, she spent the most horrible days of her life in a dirty and gloomy cowshed.
For the rest of her life, she didn't dare to recall those terrible experiences again, and she didn't say a word.
After the end of the Cultural Revolution, Xin Fengxia chose to remain silent, she never mentioned those terrible encounters again, and continued to perform in the theater as if nothing had happened. However, the lame feet reminded her that the shadow of the past hung over her head, and it would not fade as time passed.
Her son Wu Huan saw it in his eyes, but he couldn't hurt his mother again, so he could only endure it one by one.
Until 2021, the news of Xin Fengxia's death came. Relatives and friends gathered in front of the tomb are telling Xin Fengxia's kindness and strength before her death. Wu Huan couldn't bear to see his mother suffer anymore, and finally disclosed this terrible secret on his mother's death day.
He pointed out that Zhang Shaohua beat and disabled Xin Fengxia back then, and he was responsible for this. As soon as the news came out, the inside story immediately spread wildly on the Internet.
However, Zhang Shaohua, who was in his 70s at this time, did not end well. The acting career she has been chasing all her life has become more and more unattainable in her later years, and she has to take on one supporting role after another in order to barely fill the needs of life.
Living in a 40-square-meter old house in downtown Beijing, Zhang Shaohua lived a life at the end of his petty bourgeois life. She had to work long hours to earn money to pay off her son's mortgage.
Wu Huan's accusations instantly shattered Zhang Shaohua's fragile life, and she indignantly denied it, but in the end she was powerless to stop the spread of public opinion. Zhang Shaohua had to hide from the public eye and quietly endure criticism behind the scenes.
She is still struggling to survive in the theater circle, and no one mentions her name anymore. Every drama and every shot she participated in was like a backlog of shackles in her heart, dragging her down heavily.
Wu Huan's report caused an uproar on the Internet, and countless netizens attacked him and condemned Zhang Shaohua's actions. They gave the most extreme and vicious comments, saying that "people are uglier and deserve retribution".
Zhang Shaohua became the bull's-eye of public criticism for a time and suffered an unprecedented attack.
However, Zhang Shaohua, who is at the center of this public opinion storm, no longer has the energy to deal with any criticism. Even if her reputation is discredited, she must continue to look for acting opportunities in the film and television industry, and use acting to make money to fill the void in her life.
Running around every day, Zhang Shaohua's only hope is to rely on this broken career to pay off the debts owed to his son.
In the late autumn of 2021, 75-year-old Zhang Shaohua took his last breath at his home in Beijing. Before she died, she struggled alone in the hospital bed, and her son had long since disappeared.
The accusations were like ghosts, constantly tearing at her sanity. Until the last moment of his life, Zhang Shaohua did not find peace.
After Zhang Shaohua's obituary was released, Wu Huan finally couldn't bear to let the old man continue to suffer. He called on netizens to stop abusing her and let this past that involved too many old accounts pass away with the wind.
Regardless of the truth of those tragedies, the dead should be the greatest. Wu Huan said that let Zhang Shaohua sleep with this secret, and her ups and downs of life should be stopped.
On the day of Zhang Shaohua's burial, the funeral was simple, and only a few old friends from the literary and art circles came to mourn. Her glorious years left no trace, only the mud covered the last traces of her life.
Maybe she can finally stop suffering any harm and sleep in history.