Chapter 127: Good people are not rewarded

Master Xu Yulan spoke emotionally, and her voice trembled a little, because she was really unwilling for Wang Yao, and the audience's reaction was good, but the reporters in the audience consciously dimmed the flashlights. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Wang Yao in the audience was even more stunned for an instant, originally said that he would not mention things about him in public, and the province would cause other contradictions, Wang Yao didn't want to cause trouble, because he was not ready to settle accounts now.

But I didn't expect the old lady to be so excited today, which made Wang Yao stupid.

"What do you want to do?" Mr. Big turned his head to look at Wang Yao, "Make a decision, you go up, or let Xu Feng go up." ”

Xu Feng stood up directly, the situation was not clear at this time, if Wang Yao recognized the identity of the author, he didn't know what news Li Zhuo would do, because the subject of martial arts training was indeed a little sensitive.

Wang Yao stretched out his hand and grabbed Xu Feng.

Xu Feng frowned and looked at him, and said in a deep voice, "You can't go up." ”

"I won't go up, and I won't let you take the blame. Wang Yao stood up with a smile, although the smile on his face was indifferent, there was anxiety hidden in his eyes, countless thoughts flashed in his mind at this moment, and suddenly his eyes lit up and he said in surprise, "Master, the name Wang Gu can be used again." ”

Xu Feng was stunned, blinked and smiled, "It's witty, but you have to put on makeup and become Wang Gu." ”

Wang Yao hooked the corners of his mouth, "You go up first and help me top it, a few minutes." ”

Xu Feng nodded, as the head of a school, he was the best at delaying meetings.

During the time when Wang Yao hesitated, all the audience looked around, searching for where this legendary author was, who he was, and what he looked like, so that he could write such a touching script.

It was only after Xu Feng came to power that this kind of discussion weakened.

Wang Yao thought about it, ran back to Zheng Jingjing's side, and said to Xu Qingmei, "Take off your clothes and lend me." ”

Looking at Wang Yao, who hurriedly ran over to ask for clothes, Xu Qingmei subconsciously covered her chest and looked at him vigilantly, "What are you doing?"

"Leather. Wang Yao glanced at her and said to Zheng Jingjing, "Give me the silk scarf." ”

Zheng Jingjing frowned slightly, and without hesitation, she took off the black silk scarf around her neck and handed it to Wang Yao.

Wang Yao swept around the others again, aimed at the mask hanging from Jin Tairan's ear, and reached out to grab it.

Before Jin Tairan could react, Wang Yao put on a leather coat and turned around and walked towards the stage.

"Hey, hey, what is this bastard doing with my mask!" Kim Tae-ran came back to his senses and shouted in annoyance and got up to chase after him.

"It might work, I'll pay you one when I get back. Zheng Jingjing reached out and grabbed Jin Taeran.

"It looks like he's useful. Zhao Fei also persuaded.

Jin Tairan's white and tender little face was full of anger, and he sat down angrily and sulked with his cheeks puffed.

Wang Yao put on a leather coat, folded Zheng Xixi's black silk scarf, tied it to his eyes, and covered it with Jin Tairan's mask printed with a skull, and the fragrant fragrance of candy made Wang Yao swallow a big mouthful of saliva.

Putting on a leather coat, tying a silk scarf, and wearing a mask, Wang Yao seemed to be another person except for revealing the bridge of his nose, and this strange combination also added a mysterious temperament to him.

Xu Feng was making a speech on the stage, but his eyes were paying attention to Wang Yao's movements in the audience, seeing that he was ready, he looked like he was dressed up for a moment, and said with a smile, "Okay, the author is ready to go on stage, I hope everyone will not be surprised, and don't exclaim, come, welcome the author with warm applause, Wang Gu!"

Stepping on the warm applause and cheers in the theater, Wang Yao came to the stage, and the warm lights and spotlights hit his face, highlighting the mysterious temperament more intuitively, and the contrast with the imagination was too great, so that the audience was stunned, and the applause stopped abruptly.

Wang Yao took the microphone and stood in the center of the stage for a few seconds before the audience let out exclamations and discussions.

Wang Yao held the microphone and put it next to the mask, "Good evening, parents." ”

The low and magnetic voice seemed to penetrate the barrier of space, hammering into everyone's hearts, so that everyone's spirits were lifted, Wang Yao deliberately changed his voice, a low and magnetic voice.

The sound of the subwoofer, coupled with the confidence of the singing, the effect is transmitted in the theater like a drum, making everyone quiet again.

"I am Wang Gu, the author of "The Legend of Wu Xun", the king of princes and generals, and the Gu of disappointment. Wang Yao's gaze was dim through the black silk scarf, as if this time was pitch black, and the audience was hiding in the darkness of the darkness.

"Why did I come to the stage with a mask and didn't show my true face, because I verified my name, Wang Gu, regardless of the meaning of scruples, first of all, if you have no scruples, you can only be shameless. Wang Yao said in a teasing tone.

The audience laughed heartily.

"As for why I have a black veil on my eyes, it's not that I'm blind, but that I'm used to looking at the world with a gloomy gaze. Wang Yao's voice was soft.

There was a lot of talk from the audience.

"Only by experiencing darkness can we understand the preciousness of light, only by embracing pain can we feel the temperature of happiness, and only with the darkest eyes can we see the beauty of this world. Wang Yao's recitation was like a poem recitation, suppressing the rhyme, so that everyone enjoyed an auditory feast, and spontaneously applauded.

"It's quite good at dragging words. Director Cheng chuckled below.

"Shut up. The old man with a cane beside him shouted coldly, looking at Wang Yao on the stage and bowing to the audience.

"Thank you for letting me know that the beauty of this world is really colorful. Wang Yao chuckled and said, "Is the play good?"

"Beautiful!" shouted a girl in the audience.

"Is Yue Opera good?" Wang Yao asked with a smile again.

"That's good!" replied in unison from the audience.

"That shows that everyone's aesthetics are great. Wang Yao said with a smile, "I don't want to say that Yue Opera should be familiar to everyone, I just want everyone to know that Yue Opera is a good art, and it belongs to our country's own traditional art." ”

"It may be a little silent, but it will not age, because Huaxia is not old, and opera is not old. Wang Yao said in a deep voice.

The audience's hearts trembled at the same time and forgot to applaud.

"Mr. Wu Xun is a great man, Mencius said that the heavens will descend to the great task of people, must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skin, empty their bodies, and act chaotically, so they are tempted to endure and benefit what they cannot. Wang Yao paced on the stage and said in a deep voice, "Many people have learned this sentence, and everyone understands its meaning, that is, good people are not rewarded." ”

The audience was in an uproar, and several bigwigs in the front row also frowned at the same time.

"But a good guy is a good guy and doesn't expect anything in return. Wang Yao changed his words, "If you do good deeds in return, then you are not a good person, so Mr. Wu Xun is a good person, a great good person." ”

Everyone fell silent, and it was true that good people were not rewarded, which was also the correct statement, but I felt that it was a little weird.

"For this drama, I took two old people who were too old to go to Donglu, to the place where Mr. Wu Xun lived, to listen to his story, today is the 104th year of Mr. Wu Xun's death, in fact, he is not far away, three generations, three dynasties, a century, a hundred years. Wang Yao walked around the stage, attracting the attention of all the audience.

"In Mr. Wu Xun's hometown, the stories about him are almost passed down by word of mouth from ancestors, so when you get to that place, you even have the illusion that Mr. Wu Xun is still alive, because you ask everyone, and the expression and tone of their speech are as kind as if Mr. Wu Xun lives across the street from his house and sings to him every day. ”

The audience chuckled again.

"It's hard to imagine that a person who has been dead for so long still has such a strong sense of existence, what kind of power makes people remember him? I thought about this question for a long time. Wang Yao stood in the center of the stage, paused and said, "Because he is a good person, good people are not rewarded, but good people live forever, this is the gentleness given to him by the world, and it is also the hope that feedback to us, let us also be a good person, with the sages in front, why not be afraid of a bumpy future?"

Wang Yao's last sentence was sonorous and powerful, which made everyone's blood boil.

"So it wasn't me who created "The Legend of Wu Xun", but Mr. Wu Xun created me, let me know, even if a good person is rewarded, I must be a good person, life is too short, so short that it is full of regrets, and life is too long, long enough to last for a hundred years, this is what Mr. Wu Xun taught me, to be a good person, to be a good person, I am not afraid of breaking bones and scattering ashes!" Wang Yao's voice gradually intensified, and the last few words were almost like a beast roar coming from his throat, making everyone's creeps and trembling.

"Seventy years after Mr. Wu Xun's death, his grave was dug up, his bones were picked up on the long pole to parade through the streets, and finally burned to ashes, this is his end, and I don't know how to write this ending, because Mr. Wu Xun must not care about this, because his wish is to hope that the children now have books to read, and not to be victimized, and that is enough. When Wang Yao said this, he spoke very slowly and calmly.

But it exploded in the audience like a thunder on the ground, no one could imagine that such a good person, the final outcome turned out to be digging up graves and exhuming corpses, crushing bones and scattering ashes, this is really a true portrayal of good people who have no good retribution?

Everyone was shocked.

"I wrote Mr. Wu Xun's story, not to persuade you to study hard, but to persuade you to be a good person and be a good person, because there are more good people, and there will be no deception, no cold, no despair in this world, and at that time, good people may have good rewards. Wang Yao squinted, looked at the audience who were in turmoil through the black veil, and bowed deeply to the audience after saying this, "Thank you again for your love for Yue Opera, my name is Gu, but it was reckless at the time, and Gu was reviewed." ”

Wang Yao bowed and walked off the stage directly, leaving the audience who were in a commotion.

The audience lingered in the theater for more than half an hour before gradually dispersing, and Wang Yao was being lectured backstage.

Wang Yao introduced himself on the stage, which was too impressive, but what was more profound was that he said what happened to Wu Xun later, which is definitely a huge news, don't underestimate that only about 2,500 people heard about it today.

But the spread of public opinion among the people, even in that era when there was no Internet, was terrible, because this kind of topic would soon become the talk of ordinary people after dinner, and Wang Yao was still a little suspicious of fanning.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Wang Yao is ready to do something.

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