“...... master! Are you really going to sing to those Japanese devils?! The little man gritted his back teeth to death, his eyes were wide open, and he stared at the person at the dressing table without blinking, and the tears in his eyes were already full, and they fell down in a single moment.
Pei Yanzhi's face is with a shallow smile, the hand that handles the eyebrow is very stable, and a curved arc is carefully depicted, and there is also a hint of man's dashing meaning in the softness.
Seeing that he did not answer, Xiaosheng hugged the hand of the costume tightly, and his tone was a little anxious:
"Master!"
"Shhh," Pei Yanzhi turned his face slightly, and began to draw another eyebrow under the dim yellow light, everything was as usual, for no reason, but the action revealed loneliness and sadness, "once the play begins, no one will watch it and sing it." ”
Once the play is opened, the eight parties come to listen, one side is a man, the three parties are ghosts, the four parties are gods, and people do not listen, which does not mean that ghosts do not listen.
……
On the stage of the theater, there is still a sad and joyful "Peach Blossom Fan", Pei Yanzhi is the corner of this theater, on the square inch stage, only to see his water sleeves are gentle and gentle, Kun is beautiful, in a crowd of applause, the life played the Li Xiangjun who dares to love and hate, and is not afraid of blood staining the peach blossom fan.
You sang me on the stage, but I don't know whose sorrow and joy are sung outside this play, and whose clutch?
However, the homeland is broken, the mountains and rivers are drifting to zero, and no one can be spared.
Twenty-six years, on the night of July 7, with the sound of a gunshot from the Japanese army, the whole country was plunged into a deep and fierce situation.
Soon the war raged to this point, and the Japanese surrounded the county seat and asked Pei Yanzhi of the theater to give them a separate performance to comfort all the Japanese soldiers, and if they dared to resist, they would cause the entire theater and even the whole county to suffer, and everyone would die.
He was wearing a costume, and his long water sleeves fell to the ground, as if he had fainted a pair of ink danqing, and his face with makeup was extremely beautiful, and a shallow smile appeared.
How do you sing and wear the clichés, and the white bones and ashes are all me.
He smiled and said, "Good. ”
"You!" Xiaosheng saw that Pei Yan's water rice was not in, and angrily threw his costume on the dresser and ran away.
Pei Yanzhi almost reverently put the eyebrow pencil back in place, fingers inch by inch, and gently smoothed the pleats pinched by Xiaosheng on the costume.
The play is folded, and the water sleeves rise and fall.
The fan opens and closes, and the gong and drum sound and are silent.
The singing on the stage is not knowing what happened, and it has always been deep. Sitting in the audience were jackals, tigers and leopards, and evil spirits were in charge.
The theater was brightly lit, and the Japanese were sitting under the stage, drinking wine and eating meat, talking and laughing wildly.
Love words are difficult to ink, and he sings with blood.
He finally sang this folding play again,—— but the people watching the play in the audience were no longer there.
The drums were eager, the singing voice became more and more sad and indignant, and the people in the audience were even fascinated by it, looking at the parting song on the stage in a daze. On the stage, "Li Xiangjun" slammed his sleeve and shouted:
"Ignition!"
This sound is not a beautiful and soft Kun cavity, but a sonorous man's voice!
At the same time, the doors and windows ignited flames, spreading little by little along the oil on the window sill floor, the doors and windows were blocked tightly, and the county residents had already poured oil on the entire theater! Only the Japanese and Pei Yanzhi were left in the building.
What the?! The people in the audience stood up in panic, terrified like headless flies looking for an exit, spilled a teacup, knocked over the table, and for a time the audience was in a mess, noisy and noisy.
The light of the fire reflected the stage brightly, the smoke rose unconsciously, in a blurry fog, the water sleeve costume loomed, and the song "Peach Blossom Fan" could be faintly heard in the noise, saying:
"I once saw the Jinling Jade Hall warbler crying, the Qinhuai Water Pavilion flowers blooming early, who knows that it is easy to ice dissipate."
Watching him rise up the Zhu Lou, watching him entertain guests, watching him collapse the building.
This mossy pile of green tiles, I once slept in the wind, and saw the rise and fall of fifty years full..."
The building collapsed, but the play did not end.
The chaotic duckweed endured to see the beacons burning the mountains and rivers, and the humble did not dare to forget the country. The drama is ruthless, but how do you know, the drama also has a heart.
The drama rises, the drama falls, and finally the guest.
