After a phone call, the instant noodles were already cold, Gu Nanqiao sat on the sofa with his legs curled, still reminiscing about Shen You's subtle attitude on the other end of the phone, and his brows unconsciously wrinkled deeper.

The large room was empty, and the floor-to-ceiling windows opened a small gap, and the night breeze blew in, rolling up the white curtains and flying up and down the edge of the windowsill. The room was quiet, and the clock hanging on the wall ticked and ticked, echoing with disturbing monotonous sounds.

When people are alone, it is easy to magnify those subtle emotions infinitely.

Just like at this moment, the irritability in Gu Nanqiao's heart began to surge uncontrollably, and the girl's unique sixth sense keenly pulled up the radar after the phone was connected, and all the details clearly conveyed that the relationship between her and Shen You was very wrong, but Gu Nanqiao couldn't find out what the problem was.

If she asks or entangles again, it will inevitably seem unreasonable, but if she lets it go, she can't settle down after all.

Such emotions were repeated repeatedly, so that Gu Nanqiao couldn't wait to travel to ten minutes ago and firmly pressed down his hand to make a phone call-the matter of the troupe was not resolved, and such a bad thing was provoked.

Isn't this a house leak that happened to rain overnight, and there was nothing to look for?

The pain of stomach twitching protested again, and Gu Nanqiao picked up the bucket of instant noodles, wanting to continue this tasteless supper. The cloudy noodle soup has a layer of solidified oil, and the noodles soaked in hot water are also soft and lumpy, which makes people look very unappetizing. She stirred the noodles with a plastic fork and rolled them up in a small bite, but as soon as she put the noodles to her mouth, she felt a feeling of nausea for no reason, so Gu Nanqiao simply put the noodles back into the noodle soup, got up and took a cup of hot water to warm her stomach.

The long dark night is full of too many unspeakable lies, and there are too many unexplained entanglements.

Shen You didn't know how long he could delay behind his left and right, when faced with the choice of personal feelings and a bright future, he had clearly made the choice very simply, but when it was time to go to a showdown with Gu Nanqiao, there was too much unnecessary tenderness, and he couldn't ruthlessly do the bad guy to the end.

It seems to be dry and brittle, hurting others and hurting yourself.

At this moment, Gu Nanqiao also didn't know that the hidden emotional crisis had deteriorated to the point of no return, and he didn't know if he should give up the bright future in everyone's eyes, leave the Peking Opera Troupe of Province B, take over the wild opera troupe of Spring Garden, and embark on the road of overcoming difficulties and thorns.

Everything is like a clueless mess, tangled and intertwined, and then settled in the thick of the night, becoming the ultimate source of disturbing dreams, and returning to silence.

This night, Gu Nanqiao didn't sleep well, and dreamed of a lot of past things in half a dream.

She seems to have returned to when she was very young, when she was only four or five years old, her father was not sick, and her mother had not left, every time it was the New Year, the house was very lively, and her father would prepare a large table of dishes in advance, and then take Gu Nanqiao to the Grand Theater to watch her mother's performance. As a family member of an actor, Gu Nanqiao can always rub the first row of free tickets, and he can really see Xiao Fangran's subtle look on the stage, and no detail will be left behind.

Xiao Fangran took every delicate round step on the stage, every soft cloud hand, she raised her orchid finger and looked back, like a nine-day fairy pinching flowers across the clouds and smiling at the mortal world...... At that time, Gu Nanqiao was just a child, she didn't know the basic skills of the profession, and she couldn't say the famous singing voice, she only knew stupid applause.

Dad Gu Lin would hold Gu Nanqiao on his lap, his big hand rubbed Gu Nanqiao's little face, and when he looked at Xiao Fangran, there was a clear admiration in his eyes: "Qiaoqiao, is my mother singing well?"

"Sing well! Mom sings well," Gu Nanqiao's fleshy little hand clapped vigorously, and said in a milky voice, "Mom is so beautiful......

Gu Linle kissed Gu Nanqiao's little face, and then continued to ask: "Then Qiaoqiao should follow her mother to learn Peking Opera, don't be lazy when practicing, and be a famous actor on the stage like her mother in the future, Dad will video you two under the stage, and be the first to go up and present flowers to Qiaoqiao, okay?"

Gu Nanqiao was coaxed by Gu Lin to be happy, and his big round eyes smiled like a crescent moon, and he nodded again and again.

After becoming an adult, it has been a long time since Gu Nanqiao would not recall the things of his childhood, but he didn't expect to relive it in his dreams today. However, she didn't have time to reminisce more, and the scene in the dream suddenly changed somehow.

The troupe's lively red stage disappeared, and the audience who applauded and cheered dispersed one after another, Gu Nanqiao sat in the audience in a daze, watching the surrounding environment instantly desolate. The old prosperity was gone, and only the dilapidated wooden planks were torn apart, and the red silk hydrangeas were stained with mud and thrown on the ground at will, trampled by passers-by.

The usual lively sound of gongs and drums disappeared, replaced by noisy and angry scolding.

"What does it mean to be restructured, such a big theater troupe is gone?"

At that time, Li Hetian was far more irritable than now, he put the navy blue jacket on the outside of the white racerman, and shouted with the leaders of the old troupe.

"Indemnity....... Leader, what you said really makes us feel cold, do we want your compensation...... We've been singing in the troupe for most of our lives, and if the troupe is gone, where are you going to let our gang go in the future, can't you fight for the big guys?"

"Hetian, forget it, so be it. Duan Mingshan patted Li Hetian's shoulder and comforted him in a low voice, "It's not interesting to talk about this now, you and Lao Fan go out first, you persuade him...... I'll pack my things and go to you both. ”

"No, Lao Duan, are you going to take the compensation and leave?" Li Hetian punched the solid wood table and spilled the enamel teacup, "After acting for so many years, it ended up like this? What is marketization, what if Peking Opera is folded in this generation, really...... Can't you try it yet?"

"What else to try, Hetian, people have to accept their fate, hey. Duan Mingshan's low sigh of vicissitudes was not real, Gu Nanqiao could only watch his lips open and close, "Look at the Yue brothers, what happened in the end, it's good to have compensation, let's go, Hetian, you accompany Lao Fan to go first......"

Vaguely, Gu Nanqiao seemed to see Fan Lingchu's figure.

It was the day when the old troupe had a loose meal seven years ago, and the uncles and aunts of the troupe were a little drunk after the meal, and the sad and depressed atmosphere was clearly revealed after drinking.

Even if he came to eat a casual meal, Han Qiu's problem of carrying a book everywhere still hasn't changed, and after three rounds of drinking, he pushed the gold-rimmed glasses that were clamped on the bridge of his nose, and opened his mouth in a chattering manner: "Big guy... Let me say a few words, we have been singing for so many years, we have always had such a good performance environment, the treatment in the early years was really good, I thank the leader, really, thank you from the bottom of my heart..... Our troupe has come to this point, and we can't rely on anyone, that is, the big guys may never have the opportunity to get together to eat together in the future, even if they do, they can't get together like this, I feel like this....... It's not a taste. ”

"Don't talk nonsense, okay," Li Hetian drank so much that his tongue hit, "Qiuzi, is this called Qi now, is there a flower in our group, is the Yue family brothers here, they are not here, it's called a fart." ”

When hearing the brothers of the Yue family, the faces of everyone present changed a little, Zheng Yandu smiled bitterly, Fan Lingchu poured a big sip of wine, and was snatched from the cup by Duan Mingshan, who was sitting on the side.

"Old Fan, you've drunk so much, drink less. ”

Han Qiu's heavy lenses well concealed the moist corners of his eyes, and he couldn't say anything more about the toast, so he just whispered: "Brother Hanwen and Xihe...... It's a pity, leader, you've passed this time...... If you want to stand up, it's the heart of the big guy who is cold. ”

The leader of the old troupe is a middle-aged man in his fifties, who used to be a young man performing on stage in his early years, and later mixed with the management, and began to wear suits and leather shoes, coupled with the Mediterranean left behind by overwork and age, and was always criticized by the big guys in the troupe for not being an art worker, but like a businessman with the smell of copper.

At this moment, he briefly took off the layers of camouflage on weekdays, and no longer had a sense of distance, just like a confused and defeated frustrated man, and the words he muttered after being drunk seemed to be squeezed out between his teeth, revealing unspeakable sadness.

"Of course I know I'm sorry for the Yue brothers, but how many pairs of eyes are staring at them when they do those radical things, what can I do? You all blame me, scold me, I know, how the I don't know, but do you think I want to do this...... I want our regiment to be restructured so that the big guys don't have anything to eat? After today's meal, I don't have a job, I don't have roots......"

After the banquet was over, the old men supported each other and walked aimlessly.

Gu Nanqiao followed behind them, walked through the familiar boulevard behind the family courtyard, and walked until he reached the spring garden. At this time, the people around Fan Lingchu disappeared, he didn't see Gu Nanqiao behind him, he just pushed open the half-hidden iron door, walked into the simple courtyard, stroked the grass and trees in the yard with his fingers, and walked all the way to the backstage.

Fan Lingchu painted the oil paint on the makeup mirror one by one, more seriously than any time he appeared on stage, his costume did not have a little wrinkle, and the atmosphere of the net angle seemed to be leaking out of his bones.

At this moment, he is the character in the play, a hero who stands up to the sky.

Then Fan Lingchu walked step by step to the stage station full of spring gardens, his steps were trembling slightly, standing in the center of the stage but instantly settled, the spotlight only lit a bunch, and laid down a circle of not too big or small aperture, Fan Lingchu waved his hand, and the words were echoing in the air.

"What can I do with him...... Enemies on all sides...... How to win.......? Drink the elixir...... Eliminate worries and relieve boredom. ”

Gu Nanqiao hurriedly ran to the stage, she wanted to pull Fan Lingchu down and let him go to rest and sober up, or just comfort him not to be too uncomfortable....... But when he got on the stage, Gu Nanqiao found that he had changed into a danjiao outfit at some point, and his delicate and moving face was painted with heavy makeup, which was delicate and indescribably charming.

Fan Lingchu was sitting in the audience, applauding her with a smile with a smile. Gu Nanqiao sang Sun Yujiao back and forth, and the sound of gongs and drums could not hide the cheers and applause from the audience.

At this moment, Shen You suddenly appeared with a sneer, he strode onto the stage, interrupted the performance mercilessly, ripped Gu Nanqiao off, and completely shattered Gu Nanqiao's dream, pulling from the clouds to reality.

"What no one else can do, you Gu Nanqiao can do it, heh, naïve. ”

Gu Nanqiao opened his mouth and was about to say something, when Shen You's cold voice came again.

"Do you really think that the so-called theatrical reform is meaningful, I don't give any opinion, because there is no need for all this. Nan Qiao, you're just dreaming, you can't do anything, you can't get anything......."

These words continued nightmarishly, and in the end, Gu Nanqiao broke out in a cold sweat.

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