Chapter 83 Return my mountains and rivers

These are all artistic elites from various countries, you can see the way from the stage and vocal cavity, Wang Yao's prison uniform is in stark contrast to He Saifei next to him, everyone is curious, the identity of the pair and the story, and whether there is a connection with the previous puppet show. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Until Mao Weitao, who was holding a wine glass, appeared and once again attracted everyone's attention.

This is the symbol of the Chinese emperor, and it is a matter of linking to high-ranking people, and these people are more and more interested.

King Chu Huai, played by Mao Weitao, lit up his appearance with a drum, and his stiff and handsome appearance left a deep impression, just as quickly as Easterners look at Westerners, and Westerners look at Orientals the same.

But once you see it clearly, you will be shocked, Mao Weitao is such a type.

Mao Weitao suppressed his voice, and criticized Qu Yuan's mistakes with the old students of the Yin faction with the charm of the golden faction, domineering and sonorous, and finally gave the poisonous wine to Qu Yuan, but was snatched away by Chanjuan.

At this time, the contradictions of the plot can basically be seen, and everyone looks at the next plot with interest, but He Saifei grabbed the poisoned wine and drank it all, and then poured it into Wang Yao's arms.

At this time, the background music is dense with gongs, which makes people's scalp tingle.

Mao Weitao, who was dressed in a dragon robe, stepped off the stage, and everyone's attention was focused on the remaining Wang Yao, wanting to see what one-man show he could perform.

What is left for the audience is Wang Yao's somewhat thin back, which looks particularly depressed under the wide prison uniform, Wang Yao maintains this posture, does not speak, but gives people a feeling of sadness and sympathy.

Emotional outpouring is a very profound performance technique, and the more delicate and difficult it is to express emotions through the body.

"Heaven!" Wang Yao, who had been hanging his head all the time, raised his hands and raised his head to let out a wild roar, which shook everyone's eardrums through the radio, and everyone's hearts gathered and contracted.

Then Wang Yao's thin figure was like a willow branch that was crumbling by the wind, struggling to get up, and at the same time there was a chant from murmuring to sorrow, without accompaniment, but made everyone listen more and more seriously, everyone pricked up their ears, obviously they couldn't understand what Wang Yao was singing.

But from the flickering melodies, everyone heard a lot of emotion, and there was a kind of depressed sadness that spread along with the song.

"The evil wind is raging, the jade is broken, the flowers are left, leaving a chaotic world and the dark earth, the stars and the moon are bleak, you have empty eyes, you can't see the tyranny Qin rampant, the common people are suffering, and you can't see the faintness.

After the south occupied power, I couldn't see Zhang Yi's insidious temple officials, wolves and snakes running all over the world, and the sword trees and knife mountains were heartbreaking in every step. ”

Wang Yao's singing voice fluttered like his swaying figure, as if it would disappear in the next second, but it grabbed everyone's ears.

When Wang Yao turned around, the people in the first few rows who could clearly see Wang Yao's expression all let out an exclamation.

Because Wang Yao's face did not have a trace of expression, his eyes were empty, and his pupils were dilated like a puppet that had lost his mind, he made everyone feel that his gaze was through all of them and looked into the distance.

"Ask the sky, the sky, the sky...... Why is lewdness and evil anti-favor, why is innocence and strange, why is loyalty mutilated, and why is the adulterer celebrating the crown. ”

Wang Yao, who lost his mind, muttered to himself, his body gradually changed from swaying to stiff, like a stone standing in place, and the people in the front row saw that Wang Yao's originally loose eyes gradually focused, as if an evil fire was burning in a hollow, devouring everyone's eyes.

Wang Yao's serious light reunited, his stiff expression slowly became sad, everyone could understand the sadness, he slowly turned his head to look at his left hand, as if he was holding something in his hand, and it was that thing that gave him the light in his eyes.

"Seeing that the country is dying, the people are devastated, the society is tilted, the dream is still drunk, the sorrow is beautiful, the sorrow is sparkling, the sorrow is surging Jiujiang is stagnant, why is the world drunk and I wake up alone, up and down the search heart is at a loss, ask the sky, the sky is silent, ask the earth, the earth is silent, who is sent by heaven to punish and who is holding the dragon sword?"

Wang Yao's singing voice became high-pitched and excited, swept away all the gloom and sadness before, and after singing the last line, he threw his left hand upwards vigorously.

All the audience thought that Wang Yao really threw something, but in fact there was nothing.

The expression on Wang Yao's face, who threw things, changed from excitement to panic, with Chanjuan's corpse as the center, looking for something in four directions, front, back, left and right, and chanting while looking for it.

All the audience became nervous with Wang Yao.

"Feng Bo, I order you to blow away all the layers of dense clouds for me, bulls, ghosts, snakes, gods, demons, demons, monsters, and monsters, let the flying sand and stones go together. ”

"Bury!"

"Lightning, I command you! You are the sword of righteousness in my heart, piercing through the clouds and slashing nightmares!"

"Lei Gong, I order you!"

Wang Yao's voice stopped abruptly, as if the power had been cut off, the expression on his face became stiff again, and finally became numb, but the serious bright light flickered, and the audience in the front row of the stabbing subconsciously avoided Wang Yao's gaze.

There is a desperate sharpness in his eyes, and a curious warmth.

What is the reason for such contradictory feelings? They can't understand the words, they can only guess the meaning, and the more they do this, the more sad they feel.

Wang Yao staggered to the edge of the stage, and the audience in the front row gasped and instinctively leaned back, as if they were afraid that Wang Yao would suddenly go crazy and do something.

The entire theater was silent and the pins were falling, and everyone held their breath.

Although they didn't know what Wang Yao was singing, everyone knew that something important must have happened next.

Wang Yao's expression was almost numb, the trembling amplitude of his muscles could be seen clearly, his eyes flickering with light and fire looked into the distance again, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he smiled contemptuously and rampantly, letting out a final clear whistle.

"Wanjun roared and shook the mountains, the clouds and water shook and swept the huge waves, shook the nine heavens of Huanyu Cheng, save my rivers and mountains, and return me Chanjuan!"

This whistling was not as thunderous as the first, but it was more direct, for several of them were choked whimpering, and penetrated into everyone's eardrums, as if something was going to block his throat and prevent him from making a sound.

After this clear roar, everyone saw that the corners of Wang Yao's mouth were gradually overflowing with blood, and before everyone could wonder how he could shout a mouthful of blood and still spit out words so clearly, Wang Yao's weak body like a weeping willow staggered.

Like a maple leaf, it fell down the stage about two meters high, and there was a final roar.

"Give me back the mountains and rivers !!"

The audience's screams and this roar caused a sensation in the entire theater, and the audience and cameraman in the first row ran to the place where Wang Yao fell immediately.

He Saifei, who was lying on the stage pretending to be a corpse, didn't know what was going on, she kept her eyes closed, afraid of interfering with Wang Yao's performance, but after Wang Yao's performance, she could feel the pain of despair and hope struggle with her eyes closed, and at this moment the theater suddenly became chaotic, making her open her eyes curiously and look at the stage, "What about people?"

Xu Feng's face was pale, covering his almost heart attack, but fortunately, the white-bearded old man next to him patted Xu Feng's chest in time to bring him back to his senses, "Hi, brother, hold on!"

Falling from the stage, this is a big accident, especially a performer who controlled the audience just now, the audience still has too much curiosity and puzzlement to ask him, he won't have an accident.

The security personnel of the theater reacted quickly, pouring in from all directions, protecting the audience, and once again approached Wang Yao, who was lying on the ground and did not know whether he was alive or dead.

"Are you alright, sir?" asked a white man in a police cap, swallowing his saliva.

"Come, give me a hand. Wang Yao, who was lying on the ground, let out a hoarse voice.

The crowd was visibly relieved, and the officer hurried over to inquire about Wang Yao's injuries.

"God, I'm going to die of fear. ”

"It's so exciting, I haven't seen such an exciting performance in so many years. ”

"It's terrible, he can interpret despair so realistically, just now I really thought he was going to die in the line of duty!"

The audience began to discuss excitedly, but the strange thing was that no one blamed Wang Yao's madness, but they were all very excited and praised a lot.

Wang Yao's right hand was dislocated, and he had calculated his strength when he landed, but when the performance entered the play, he really had the intention of seeking death at that time, after all, this scene was the scene where Qu Yuan jumped into the river.

So in a hurry, Wang Yao was dislocated, and he originally thought that he would be able to stand up and take a curtain call at the end, but he didn't expect to be helped into the lounge.

The performance was forced to stop, and everyone didn't have the heart to watch any next performance, and they were too curious about Wang Yao's performance.

Xu Feng and Mao Weitao, as well as all the people of the Dragon Kingdom, were caught and asked the same question.

"Do you know the story on the stage? tell me about it, I'm dying of curiosity!"

And the outside of the lounge was also packed.

"Thanks, but you can hold it for me. Wang Yao refused the doctor's help to straighten his bones, which made the doctor very angry.

"You're despising me!" said the doctor angrily.

"I'm also a doctor. Wang Yao smiled.

The doctor paused for a moment and looked at Wang Yao.

Seeing that he was unwilling to cooperate, Wang Yao gritted his teeth and shook his arm, and before the doctor could stop it, his arm made a tooth-aching bone collision sound.

"Damn!" Wang Yao rarely burst into a foul mouth, and his head was sweating in pain.

The doctor's eyes widened, and he looked at Wang Yao, who was already able to move his right arm, in disbelief, "You, you are really a madman." ”

Wang Yao wiped his sweat with a tissue, smiled and walked out, "Thank you." ”

"Go to the hospital and take a film, watch out for bone spurs. The doctor shouted from behind.

As soon as Wang Yao opened the door, he was frightened by the dark human head outside.

"Came, our big actor, let's solve our problems. An old black man at the front of the line asked with a smile.

"What do you want to know?" Wang Yao looked at the crowd behind him.

"Your name. The old black man asked.

"My name is Wang Yao, and I am an opera actor in the Dragon Kingdom. Wang Yao said in a deep voice.

"I can't find any information about your performance on the show, I'm sorry, can you give me an explanation?" the old black man continued.

"It's a puppet show. Wang Yao said with a made up reason.

"How old are you?" asked the old black man.

"I'm twenty years old. Wang Yao opened his mouth and said.

There was a burst of exclamation from the crowd outside.

"You're a genius. The old black man looked at Wang Yao deeply.

"I hope my performance will satisfy you. Wang Yao smiled humbly, "But my arm really hurts, can I go to the hospital first?"

"See you later. The old black man smiled and gave up his position, and everyone behind him consciously gave way.

The corridor that was originally enough for six people to walk side by side was crowded with people at the moment, and there was only one road for Wang Yao to walk, and every time Wang Yao passed by someone, those people of different skin colors and ages would show a kind smile to Wang Yao.

These smiles made Wang Yao infinitely satisfied, not just because of vanity, but because of his performance, which should be enough to justify the art of the motherland.

The Dragon Kingdom has art, and the Dragon Kingdom is not far behind.

Thinking of this, Wang Yao's arm hurt even more.

"It's him. Putting down the camera in his hand, the white uncle looked at the preview above, and several middle-aged men beside him also came over and nodded.

"It's this kid, those eyes, I will never forget for the rest of my life, they are simply so charming. One of the chubby white men laughed.

"He made me think of a word. A blonde man squinted at the hero. ”

The white uncle smiled and shook his head, "He's more appropriate to be called a 'madman.'" ”

"I have to apologize publicly for my indifference and ignorance. The blonde man laughed, "On my column." ”

Then this lad is completely famous, and Tom, the most difficult tongue on Broadway, writes a column for him. The white uncle laughed.

"It's not as influential as your Time magazine. The blonde man smiled.

"As the editor-in-chief of the British Daily Express, I am more conscious than you. The chubby white man touched his mustache, "I'm going to chase it to the Dragon Kingdom to do an exclusive interview with someone." ”

The white uncle and the blonde man were stunned for a moment, and laughed at the same time, "You are still a chicken thief." ”

"This child really tells us with facts what it means that the motherland should not be tarnished by others. The only black man in the group put away his camera and whispered.

The others were silent for a moment, and the white uncle nodded.

"Don't forget to promise your child something. The black man smiled.

"The quintessence of the Dragon Kingdom is very good, but it is covered with dust. ”