No, Gu Zheng, who was full of wine and food, proposed that Bei Jun have to talk to him once...... A night culture tour of the Wa Kingdom.

In the course of Gu Zheng's adolescent life, what once accompanied him through the most confused and restless period was the collection of his favorite professional films from the island country.

Whether it is the ignorant underground screening hall when I was a child, or the pirated disc on the street in the corner of the street in the era of DVD, and the battle of film selection after crossing the five rings and going through the mountains and mountains to Zhongguancun to see you.

Those are all Gu Zheng's, unforgettable memories.

After many years, when I grew up, the sharing in everyone's computer was so convenient, and those shiny discs that could be held in my hand became boring codes.

Lost the original little apprehension, little excitement, and the mystery of whether the pirated disc I bought back was a cartoon or true love.

But about the pilgrimage, it still beats.

So Gu Zheng was excited at this time, he stared at the suddenly extra ticket stub in his hand with his small bright eyes.

And Pei Jun on the other side kept showing off his great achievements with him: "How about it, idol, I'm reliable, I know that you want to see and know, so I naturally bought tickets for the most famous venue in Kabuchi." ”

"I can tell you, many foreigners can't get the performance of that little Icheon family. ”

"It just so happened that a buddy from studying abroad on my side helped me buy a very 'private' box in advance. ”

"Hehe, look at the woman on the ticket stub, isn't it particularly good?"

"It's not interesting to wear clothes these days, it's this kind of clothes that have different meanings, it's enough to taste. ”

Gu Zheng was told by Bei Jun, and subconsciously swept the ticket like this, only to feel a heat in his chest.

On the stub was a very white woman, holding a hollowed-out sandalwood fan, with round shoulders, and her clothes like ancient clothes were just lazily draped over it.

People can't help but think, under this robe, is it not worn, or is it not worn?

It is this kind of taste that is still half-covered by the pipa, which is actually vividly reflected on this simple ticket stub.

For the small cards that Gu Zheng once confiscated, those shoddy works are really too LO.

The beauty of the real female worries lies in the connotation of the characters.

And the connotation of this woman is beautiful, Gu Zheng is very satisfied.

I really didn't expect that the people of the Japanese country would really know how to play, and they would be able to come up with so many tricks.

Thinking of this, Gu Zheng was happy, and said to Bei Junyi on the side's shoulder: "Then what are you waiting for, let's go." ”

After that, we will walk in the direction of the street in Kabucho, Tokyo.

But Pei Jun quickly stopped Gu Zheng's footsteps, he pointed to the door of a very antique and eye-catching small theater not far from the street of Kabucho, and said mysteriously: "Brother, right here, I deliberately chose a place to eat close to here." ”

Good brother, full of warmth and silver (yin) desire, you really understand the heart of a brother.

Unlike the neon-lit and pompous Kabukicho, the Pei brothers chose this place with just two low-key and traditional Japanese lanterns hanging from it.

The people who collect tickets at the door are not as pompous as the Kabucho solicitors dress up.

An ordinary passer-by, A, received tickets for two sneaky tourists and introduced them into the large venue of the performance.

It is a performance venue with a circular structure.

The small two-story suspended space on all sides is specially prepared for guests watching the show.

When the lights in the central performance hall came on, the lights of the people in the pavilion boxes on all sides then fell.

So no one knows what is hidden in the dark.

But this empty enough public space inexplicably brings a sense of excitement.

Gu Zheng, who prides himself on being well-informed, is emotionally impressed by the ability of the Japanese people to play.

In order not to make themselves look too earthy, when Gu Zheng and Bei Jun arrived at the designated small box for two, they ordered a little more tea in the performance venue.

Prepare for a wonderful and rich performance, and moisten your parched throat.

The time on the ticket price is gradually approaching, but the box in this large venue is not yet fully occupied.

Even Pei Jun noticed the abnormality of the business here, and said to himself: "No, this environment is so novel and chic, how can there only be such a few people?"

As soon as his words fell, there was a quiet commotion in the box opposite the corridor.

In an uproar, a large number of people sat down, and the vacant box opposite was directly filled.

And a few words faintly from the person on the other side made Gu Zheng realize that they might have met a tour group of compatriots in the motherland.

"Amazing, what kind of travel agency service is this, and this kind of collective project, the next time I travel to the country, I will also report their group. ”

At the same time that Bei Jun sighed at the gradual enrichment of the seven-day tour in China, the lights in the venue gradually dimmed.

This is a prelude to the start of the show.

"Quick, it's on, it's quiet. ”

Under Gu Zheng's reminder, the two old men turned their eyes to the direction of the return table with great interest.

It's pitch black all around, and the lights are bright in the middle, like watching a movie rather than a beautiful show.

Seeing this, Gu Zheng's eyebrows wrinkled suddenly, if he met him honestly like this, it would be too boring.

Suddenly, a long tune longer than the Chinese Peking Opera came from the back of the stage.

Then, on the platform in the center, two people popped out.

White, really white, miserable white.

Look at that white face, isn't it a ghost?!

A white-faced figure with no apparent gender appears in front of the dark background, dragging a singing voice longer than that of Peking Opera, and there seems to be ukiyo-e fallen leaves floating on the stage;

A man dressed in the most traditional Japanese kimono wears this horrific makeup, and his entire face is only a little bit of his lips, and is embellished with red rouge the size of a fingernail.

The rest are white.

Then there is the Japanese-style aria kabuki, which begins to perform on this field.

……

'Poof!'

Pei Jun on the side squirted out the tea without any image, what kind of oolong, his buddy said that he would invite him to watch the performance on the side of the street in Kabucho, this is the thing!

Don't say it, this is really a Kabuki performance, but this Kabuki is a traditional opera of the Wa Kingdom that has been passed down for 400 years.

How could Gu Zheng and others, who didn't even watch their own performances, and Gu Zheng and others, who didn't understand the culture of the island country at all, understand it.

The gentle and weird tone at the bottom began to sing more and more intensely.

And Gu Zheng in the box was helpless to answer the question that Bei Jun had just discovered.

"Hey, idol, is the person performing at the bottom a man, take a closer look, it seems to be pretty good-looking. ”

And Gu Zheng replied weakly: "Ah, yes, in the old days, many Kabuki performances were a means of secret prostitution and solicitation in the Wa Kingdom, and the government strictly forbade women to become Kabuki performers in order to put an end to this kind of behavior of selling their bodies in the name of promoting art." ”

Therefore, the future actors are all women dressed as men, and they still contribute to meeting the preferences of some people. ”

"I just don't know how the compatriots on the other side feel when they are cheated this time. ”

But Gu Zheng didn't know that the team of people on the opposite side was not here to travel, they were real artists who came to watch the performance.

An exchange event between the two countries as a center of culture and arts.

This time, the Tokyo Traditional Culture Association issued an invitation to invite some famous figures from the Chinese Literature, Calligraphy and Painting Association to come to Japan for exchange and study.

By the way, we would like to discuss the preservation and promotion of traditional arts and literature.

These artists of the older generation have the purpose of critical learning, and they have watched this kabuki repertoire that is a bit terrifying in the eyes of ordinary people.

I don't know Japanese, and I have an accompanying interpreter.

"Narujin is a very traditional Kabuki repertoire, and it is also one of the most fleshed out of the female characters. ”

With elements of the mythology of the Wa Kingdom, it mainly tells the story of a monk "Narukami Venerable" who lives in the cave of Beishan and is tempted by the beautiful woman "Jemmy in the Clouds" sent by the heavenly court. The story of the Jemmy in the clouds took the opportunity to cut the rope that the Venerable Master Narujin had sealed the dragon god with, and made the nectar fall from the sky for the sake of the people. ”

"Look, everyone, when the Jemmy in the clouds seduced the Venerable Master Narujin with her feminine charm, the Venerable Venerable Narujin couldn't help but start touching her body. ”

If such a serious explanation was not carried out among a group of artists, if it was listened to by someone like Gu Zheng, he would still think that you would have some deep meaning.

But people are art, and what is expressed on the stage is also completely incomprehensible body language.

The Jedi Ji in the clouds, who was disguised as a woman, also moved small steps when she ran away, reflecting the weak beauty of a woman.

Hehe.

Gu Zheng collapsed and burst into tears.

What did he come for, and who gave him a final answer.

Gu Zheng, who wanted to pull his legs and leave several times, always felt a little rude.

After drinking three pots of tea and complaining countless times, the lights on the stage finally fell.

"God, it's finally over, let's go!"

Gu Zheng couldn't wait to leave the angry box immediately, but Bei Jun on the side was puzzled: "Brother, this is all over, are you in a hurry?"

"Drink too much water, go to the toilet!"

Gu Zheng, who was not angry, plunged into the bathroom of the theater, but when he came out, he met an acquaintance at a glance.

"Professor Yang, why are you here!"

Isn't this the boss of the Central Academy of Fine Arts?