The lights dimmed and the voices died down.

The curtain was opened, it was all dark, and the gloomy wind was blowing, and the sky seemed to be bad.

The ceiling light turned from weak to strong, hitting a place that should be a living room, exquisite foreign furniture, shining gold, silver and bronze, and a deep and gloomy scene of everyone - this is the Zhou Mansion of mining tycoon Zhou Puyuan.

It's magnificent.

A woman wearing white silk clothes and black on the table, straining medicine on the table, her movements are very neat, and she has a straight spirit, this is Lu Sifeng, the servant girl of the family. Not far from her, there was a man crouching and wearing yellow leather shoes, this man had a cringeful temperament, and there was a disgusting oil and slippery air on his face.

This is the slave of the Zhou family, Sifeng's father Lu Gui.

Lu Gui: (gasps) Sifeng.

Sifeng didn't seem to hear it, but changed his posture,

Lu Gui: Four phoenixes!

The voice finally hardened.

"Drink, it's so hot. Si Feng glanced at him, and he didn't know who he was talking to, so he took a banana fan from the cabinet and walked back to his original position to stand, but his back was more to Lu Gui.

Lu Gui: Sifeng, did you hear that?

Sifeng: Yes, Dad, what are you doing?

What a boredom tone, but with some of the innocence of a young girl.

......

Ji Ming was at the entrance and listened to Zhu Yuanyuan playing rivalry with the actor who played Lu Gui, disgusted, resentful, shy, and stunned, while Lu Gui was too good at cringe, sharp, flattering, sleek and hateful. Although the drama performance occasions are generally very quiet, and there is no applause and cheers to praise them, Ji Ming looked down from the side stage, and the audience in the front of the darkness had a vague look of concentration on their faces, which was already the greatest affirmation.

Sun Chun and Chen Shu both smiled and nodded towards Ji Ming.

You can do it!

Ji Ming took a deep breath, the tactile sense of the empathetic character last night seemed to be a lot of ants crawling from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads, itching and trembling, breathing extremely thinly, their heartbeats were extremely fast, and the whole person trembled lightly - oh, I am Zhou Chong!

"Four phoenixes, four phoenixes,"

Each sound is accompanied by the special effect of footsteps, the breath is slightly weak when you step up, and the shouting sinks when you settle down—but the whole is the innocent and cheerful mood of the young man.

It's done!

"No problem. Sun Chun clapped his hands lightly and put them together: "Xiao Ji must be fine, ha." ”

Tian Mingxin exhaled a long, soothing breath, and the corners of his drooping eyes were slightly pulled up—showing a trace of casual anticipation.

Zhu Yuanyuan's feelings are extremely significant, if she is not very experienced, she may even be out of the basket - Ji Ming is in the play, and it is crucial. That kind of vaguely irresistible self-suggestion made Zhu Yuanyuan, who had similar experience, clearly judge that Ji Ming had the upper hand in this rival scene.

It's a battle between the pinnacle of specialization and master.

But Zhu Yuanyuan is full of experience after all, and Ji Ming is good at the integration of human drama, the two will love the little young master of the servant girl, and the girl who has a special relationship with the love sinus, and the passionate and evasive feelings between them are moving and sighing - all the audiences who watch "Thunderstorm" are undoubtedly through the play, and the tragic emotions will run through the whole play.

Sifeng withdrew, and Zhou Chong stood alone on the stage.

Behind the scenes, Wang Ying said Zhou Puyuan's lines.

Ji Ming is like a soloist, artistically displaying all of Zhou Chong's thoughts at the moment, and also acting as a mirror, reflecting Zhou Puyuan, who has not really appeared, through him and holding it to the audience.

It's done!

The dance is moving!

Tian Mingxin's eyes were amazingly bright in the dim light.

Ha, Ji Ming gave him such a big surprise.

"Chen Shu, wait a little bit and play against Xiao Ji. ”

Chen Shu, who was about to come on the stage, was also very nervous - this is the difference between dramas and film and television dramas, a veteran like Chen Shu will not be nervous at all when filming TV series. But every performance of the drama is like a big test for actors, and no mistakes are allowed. There are no two identical dramas in the world, and every performance is a re-creation, and there is no qualification to relax.

Of course she can see Ji Ming's state, in the eyes of these leading actors, the aura on stage is almost visible - is Zhu Yuanyuan pressing Ji Ming's upper body, or Ji Ming is pressing Zhu Yuanyuan, just like in the anime, half red and half blue, a direct duel!

And in front of her, it was the first time she saw that blue suppressed red, and Ji Ming suppressed Zhu Yuanyuan.

Incredible.

"Yes!"

Relatively speaking, Wang Ying and Sun Chun, the two old birds, are too calm, and they can even look at each other and tacitly sigh Ji Ming's awesomeness.

The talent of an actor is very important, the opportunity is also very important, and hard work is even more important - but there is one thing that is particularly special, whether it is a performance type or not, it is the golden finger of God's food. It's like an exam, some students are usually not the first or second, maybe only ten outside, generally excellent, but people take the high school entrance examination and college entrance examination, but they go all the way to the emperor, open their red hands, sit two and look at one, and make people unconvinced, this is an exam-type student, and a performance-type actor is a truth.

Some people go out of the way on stage, some people go out of the way – go crazy!

The state is crazy to increase.

Obviously, in their opinion, Ji Ming is this kind of person - a performing actor who can go crazy.

Oh my life!

Eat this bowl of rice!

The whole play no longer has shortcomings because of Ji Ming's outbreak, and the lubrication seems to have been done once, and everyone has done their best to interpret the amazing masterpiece of "Thunderstorm" - maybe it can't be said to be the best version in history, but it is by no means inferior to some classic versions of Beijing Renyi.

Walk to the end of Act IV.

The sound of thunder and heavy rain is like the invasion of the dark world, and it is tyrannical and terrifying.

Zhu Yuanyuan rushed out of the stage, screaming, like a lonely man in a rainstorm, Ji Ming chased out, "Four phoenixes, four phoenixes ......"

The old servant stumbled through the middle door.

"Four phoenixes...... Dead, Second Young Master...... Also dead. ”

The last liveliness of the Zhou Mansion was staged, the crazy Zhou Fanyi, the desolate Lu Shiping, and the stunned Zhou Puyuan who tried to calm down......

Syllable!

A gunshot rang out!

Zhou Ping committed suicide!

After all, the stage was fixed on Lu Shiping's prostrate, protruding skeleton, and the old and sad rickety back.

Music plays.

Times are buried, stories are buried, love and hate are buried, young people are buried!

Ji Ming in the background stood there, feeling as if a soul had been taken from his body.

Success, great success!

Everyone stood up and applauded the Mandarin version of "Thunderstorm", including Pu Zhongxin and others from Renyi...... The applause continued for a long time, and when the actors took the stage for a curtain call, they rose even higher.

What does a good script and a good performance equal?

It is an honor to be able to witness the birth of a new version of the classic "Thunderstorm", no matter who it is.

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Whenever I write hi, I suspect that it's self-hi. . . Crying chirping