Chapter 438

The sixth act, "Candlelight Illuminates the World", actually embodies the theme of the entire drama in terms of plot.

The seemingly loose repertoire structure, with the alien fleet's assessment of a group of country babies, the front and back pads have been perfectly combined. In the whole play, the burden of teaching the children the last lesson before the teacher died has been shaken off.

But the rhythm of literary film and television works does not allow such an ending.

It's like making out with your girlfriend, you can't go to the shower right after the passion, you need to warm up for a while.

It's called aftertaste.

That is, the emotional catharsis part of the work after the topic.

Fundamentally speaking, "The Country Teacher" is still an Acura work.

Seeing that in the live broadcast room, sand sculpture netizens were already shocked, Li Shixin smiled.

At this time, the actors on the stage have already come down.

Zhu Peiqi took off the huge alien hood and threw herself into Li Shixin's arms at once.

"Mr. Li, how was my performance just now?

was breathed by the slightly chubby Zhu Peiqi, and Li Shixin's old waist almost vomited blood.

"Kid, come down first! Respect my waist!"

patted Zhu Peiqi on the back, and Li Shixin unloaded the goods.

may be too excited when she was acting on stage, wearing a rubber hood and not breathable, Zhu Peiqi's hair was completely wet with sweat. Seeing the little girl's strength, Li Shixin covered her old waist and smiled.

"I did a good job just now! The recorded lines and actions are all right, and it is really stylish!"

After receiving Li Shixin's praise, Zhu Peiqi's red face grinned a big smile.

patted the little girl's shoulder, Li Shixin waved his hand: "Okay, don't waste time, let the students of the art academy band prepare." ”

"Hmm!

After receiving Li Shixin's instructions, Zhu Peiqi blinked her eyes funny, and after saluting Li Shixin's alien hammer chest, she took out her mobile phone. Clicked on the main group of the school's student union, and as an administrator, sent a message.

The next second her message was sent, the mobile phones of all the students in the theater audience rang with drips.

......

After a few minutes of stage set-up, the seventh and final act of "The Village Teacher" opens the curtain with "Night at the End of the Day".

"Nima, I thought it was a short play, I watched it while I was pulling the rake. I knew that this drama was so long, so I wiped my ass first, and now I'm doing it...... After the sand sculptures, I turned off my phone and washed my buttocks...... Why is this scene going on again?!"

"I'm noisy, noisy, I thought the last scene was the end, how can there be a while?"

"That's the benefit of going late!"

"Just now, a group of stupid hangers have withdrawn from the live broadcast room, hahaha!"

In the unexpected surprise of netizens in the live broadcast room, the plot of the seventh act began;

The scene on the big screen of the stage returns to the cramped and barren mountain village.

As the east glowed with a touch of fish's belly, a new grave was already standing in front of the golden wheat field in front of the school.

On the small grave, there is only a door panel with the words "Tomb of Teacher Li" written in chalk. The only thing that was buried at the grave was a box of pencils and a few torn textbooks.

It only takes a rain to make the childish handwriting on the stone slab disappear, and it won't be long before the tomb and the people who rest there are completely forgotten by the outside world.

The sun peeks out from behind the mountains, casting a golden glow into the still-sleeping mountain village, and in the valley meadows still in shadow, the dew glistens and one or two timid birdsong can be heard.

The babies were sobbing, they had forgotten everything about last night. I only remember that the only person in this village who treats them as children, does not expect them to go out to work to make money, and is sincerely good to them, is gone forever.

Facing the first rays of sunlight shining into the mountain village, the babies kowtowed to the new grave again. Then get up and walk along the path towards the village.

They will live and reap the meager but existing, hope, in this ancient and barren land.

The small figures quickly disappeared into the pale blue morning mist of the valley.

A breeze blew, and the tattered stack of books at the head of the grave was turned a page.

The camera angle on the big screen gradually pulls in. The school, the new grave, and the tombstone made of the door panel all faded away, and the camera finally fell on the lead lettering on the page.

As the camera expands, a magnetic voiceover resounds in the theater;

"Suppose an iron house, which has no windows and is indestructible, and in which many sleeping people are about to suffocate to death, and yet they go from slumber to death, and do not feel the sorrow of death.

Do you think you are worthy of the cry of the more sober men, and the irremediable suffering of this unfortunate few?

But since a few people have risen, you can't say that there is no hope of destroying this iron house.

Lu Xun - "Scream, Self-Order"

As the voiceover settles, the camera angle on the screen gradually increases.

The font of "Self-Order" has become small and blurred, and the candlelight next to the grave has gradually faded.

The sun in the distance has completely jumped out of the mountain.

The star in the prime of life completely illuminated this cramped and impoverished mountain village, this ancient country that has been passed down from generation to generation for 5,000 years, this planet where life has survived for millions of years.

The picture in the large electronic screen is finally frozen in the blue earth in the vast universe.

The whole play, the end.

As the word "end" appeared on the screen, the entire audience in the theater was boiling!

Wow!

The applause of the whole drama was accumulated, and at this moment it went straight to the roof!

In this piece of enthusiastic applause, Li Shixin took all the participants and behind the scenes, and strode to the stage. Bow to the audience and in front of the live camera.

appeared in front of the stage with Li Shixin, as well as the student band of the Academy of Arts.

Amid applause, the band quickly set up their stance.

A melodious violin prelude flowed out slowly.

As the prelude sounded, the young students in the audience, and the alumni who were no longer young, stood up silently and lit the candles that had been prepared in their hands.

"Maybe far away or yesterday, here or on the other side or on the other side.

The long road is full of joys and sorrows, and people gather and disperse.

Let go of right and wrong to know the answer, and live bravely.

Without the aura of God, you and I are born ordinary......"

A song with an extremely beautiful melody has a different kind of gentleness under the chorus of more than 1,000 students at the scene.

At this time, the large electronic screen that had been frozen on the stage resurfaced.

It was all the video materials since Sun Yiming took office as President Rongchuan in 1998, and some of them were pictures of his speech welcoming the new students at the opening ceremony. Yes, it was a candid photo of the students when he was discussing academic and life issues with them in the cafeteria. Yes, it was this old man over 70 years old, striding after the couple in the grove, which was taken as a joke by the students. What's more, there are photos of President Sun wearing doctoral hats for the students at graduation......

These photos are of different ages and resolutions, but they are all accompanied by the memories of each class of students since 97 years.

"Recognize regret in heartbreak, life is long and short.

Vines grow from beating hearts, willing to fight for danger.

Falling into the gray and falling into the abyss, the face stained with mud.

There is no aura of God, and the ordinariness in the hands is clenched.

This heart has no regrets in this life, and the fire of life has been ignited.

This heart has no regrets in this life, and the fire of life has been ignited......."

As the song ends, the screen on the stage freezes the frame.

I would like to pay the highest tribute to every disseminator of knowledge, every person who contributes his youth and life to the cause of education, and every individual who continues civilization and spreads the torch to the next generation!

"The Country Teacher", the real - the end of the whole play.

"Thank you, thank you......"

Offstage, seeing the scene in front of him, Sun Yiming, who was full of tears, held the hands of Wang Youde and Zhou Weiming, and stood up from the wheelchair tremblingly.

Looking at the young faces on the scene, he bowed deeply.

Drip!

Gain additional [Touched] cheer points, 124213 points!

Drip!

Gain Bravo points, 192911 points!

On the stage, Li Shixin, who was illuminated by candlelight, sounded two soft sounds of the system in his ears.