Chapter Seventy-Eight: A Silent Performance

"Wang Yao, you follow Senior Sister Kong to the audience to watch, the performance is about to start. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info," Mao Weitao suddenly shouted.

Wang Yao got up and made a cheering gesture to He Saifei and the others, and followed Kong Ping, who was standing at the door, out of the backstage.

"What did junior brother have for lunch?" Kong Ping led Wang Yao towards the front hall and asked with a smile.

"I ate some pastries at my sister's side and overslept. Wang Yaohan said with a smile.

"It's the time to grow your body, you can't eat badly, senior sister invites you to eat delicious food in the evening. Kong Pingjiao said with a smile.

Wang Yao thanked him, and inexplicably felt that Senior Sister Kong Ping was particularly concerned about her body.

There are two floors up and down this venue, the first floor can have more than 500 seats, and the number of upstairs should be about the same, adding up to more than 1,000 seats, and the first floor is mostly occupied by some people from opera associations all over the country, basically all of them are gray-haired old people, which shows the average age of the current Chinese opera circle.

There are also men and women as big as Kong Ping, who are the heads of major theater troupes, accompanying them to watch the play, and upstairs are the actors of the troupe and some special guests.

Wang Yao now represents Mao Weitao's position, so he has the right to sit down and sit with this group of people who are at least two or three rounds older.

Kong Ping took Wang Yao to find a place to sit in, not too remote, the first three rows were just leaning on the rightmost aisle.

After Wang Yao sat down, he looked at the people around him, and found that the people sitting in the first two rows sat a lot of Dongying people wearing kimonos, both old and young.

"Senior sister, why are there so many Dongying people?" Wang Yao asked in a low voice.

"This is an exchange meeting, and naturally there will be theater troupes from other countries, and these theater troupes will perform later. Kong Ping smiled.

"But can they understand our stuff?" asked Wang Yao, puzzled.

"Whether you understand opera or not is not to read the words, but the expressiveness and appeal of the stage, and the spread of artistic conception, you will know later. Kong Ping smiled: "The first time you officially watched a play?"

Wang Yao nodded.

"Well, enjoy it, it's going to be bothersome later. Kong Ping pursed her lips and smiled.

"Why does my sister learn Kunqu Opera?" Wang Yao asked with a smile.

"When I was a child, my family did this, and I was thrown into the troupe since I was a child, and there was no reason for it, so I sang for half my life. Kong Ping smiled, "What about you, why do you want to learn opera?"

"I didn't want to study opera. Wang Yao replied truthfully: "I just want to learn the ability to eat." ”

"Well, this is really a good way to eat. Kong Ping raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at Wang Yao, "But whether you can eat this bowl of rice or not is your own ability, opera is not an ordinary technical job, not only to endure hardships, but also to suffer, I am not talking about the body, but the soul." ”

Wang Yao frowned.

"When you first learned singing, it was very annoying because it was too hard, but when you really learned it, you will feel that what you have to do is not only learn to sing it, but also think about how to make more people listen to it, which is the biggest problem in the opera industry at present. Kong Ping smiled.

Wang Yao nodded: "I see." ”

"But Senior Sister is optimistic about you. Kong Ping reached out and touched Wang Yao's head.

Wang Yaosuo shrunk his neck.

"Alright, the show begins. Kong Ping withdrew her hand and looked at the stage that was gradually lighting up.

The lights in the hall dimmed, and the originally noisy hall also quieted down, and Wang Luo saw a classical beauty in a cheongsam and the initiator of the event, Yoshiko Yamamoto, take the stage to speak.

Yamamoto Yoshixing spoke in Dongying language, and the cheongsam beauty translated in Huaxia, with an extremely sweet voice and a hint of graceful nobility.

"This is currently one of the most famous female hosts in China. Kong Ping smiled: "Have you seen it on TV?"

Wang Yao shook his head: "I rarely watch TV. ”

"You're such a weird boy. Kong Ping glanced at Wang Yao differently, "Her name is Yang Lan, and she is a very thoughtful female host in CCTV." ”

Wang Yao nodded, thinking that her fame didn't seem to have anything to do with me.

Yamamoto Yoshixing's speeches were all about mourning his father and praising Chinese opera culture, which was quite pertinent and ushered in a lot of applause.

After Yoshiko Yamamoto finished speaking, Young Master Mei and a middle-aged man in a tunic walked onto the stage.

"You have to remember this person, our troupe depends on him for dinner. Kong Ping took Wang Yao's hand and said.

Wang Yao's eyes froze, and he wrote down the middle-aged man's face, "Who is he?"

"Chairman of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, Zeng Tao. Kong Ping smiled, "If you can deal with him in the future, you don't have to worry about the company's funding." ”

Wang Yao scratched his head and did not respond.

As soon as Zeng Tao spoke, Wang Yao had the feeling of watching news broadcasts when he was a child, not to mention the correct and round broadcasting tone, and to have a mouthful of official speeches, and people couldn't help but sit up straight when they heard it.

Young Master Mei's speech was much more accommodating, and the main characters finished speaking, and opened the curtain together, revealing the props inside, rockeries and pavilions, which are all the scenery of the two-and-a-half-hour performance of this Yue Opera "Grand View Garden".

On this somewhat small stage, there will be a vivid story and a heart-pounding love-hate relationship.

The drum beat sounded, and Mao Weitao, who was dressed in brocade, stepped on the drum and appeared on stage.

The plot of "Grand View Garden" is a series of events caused by the noble concubine Jia Yuanchun returning home to the provincial family, giving the villa of the provincial relatives the name Daguan Garden, and getting together with her younger brother Jia Baoyu and the twelve hairpins of Jinling in the Grand View Garden.

In the first two acts, except for a moment of sadness when the sister and brother met when they were provincial, most of them were cheerful plots and lyrics, but after forty minutes, it entered the third paragraph, and "Jin Chuan Jumping into the Well" began, which became heartbreaking.

The servant Jin Chuan was flirting with Jia Baoyu and was bumped into by Mrs. Wang, who angrily reprimanded Jin Chuan and kicked her out, leading to the tragedy of the maid Jin Chuan who was afraid of losing the protection of Jiafu and jumped into the well.

Jia Baoyu became a little panicked after witnessing Jin Chuan jumping into the well, and he couldn't afford to get sick, and then led to Lin Daiyu giving medicine and giving a handpa, and Jia Baoyu braved the rain to see Lin Daiyu and other touching scenes.

The two-and-a-half-hour non-stop performance, with more than a dozen main actors, enters the stage on the left and exits the door on the right, a simple set, interprets a heart-wrenching and melancholy story.

Although the unique singing and dialogue of Yue Opera are mixed with dialects, they do not affect the audience's experience of the lines, sometimes silence is better than sound, not to mention Mao Weitao's superb acting skills.

Jia Baoyu's transformation from a young man at the beginning to after Jin Chuan's death is subtle, not abrupt or awkward, seemingly flowery, but only for Lin Daiyu's kind of persistence.

Especially in the last scene, after Lin Daiyu died, Mao Weitao gave a silent and tearless performance to the empty bed, which vividly expressed the despair and madness of the teenager facing the loss of his beloved and the great changes in his family.

Wang Yao's Dream of Red Mansions hasn't finished reading yet, so he doesn't know the plot behind, but from the plot he has seen, he vaguely guesses the direction of the story.

The feudal society shackles women, class, identity, subjectivity and other aspects blocked not only emotions, but also tragedies caused by some of the deepest things in human nature.

All the characters in this "Grand View Garden" are tragedies, whether they conform to feudal etiquette or rebel against feudal etiquette, the end is not good.

The last chorus sang "People die and flowers are cold, and the snow is thick and the wind is heavy." buried all the bitterness and sorrow of the world, and the vast white land was really clean. ”

The sadness and despair in the lyrics are indeed moving.

A scene on stage, a dream off stage.

The audience, caught up in the glamour of the stage, did not applaud after the spotlight went out, but fell into a long silence.

The elders below all understand and gain something, and the young actors above dare not act rashly.

It wasn't until Wang Yao heard someone in the quiet hall shouting 'yes', and then thunderous applause rang out.

After hearing the applause, Mao Weitao and other actors dared to return to the stage and bow and thank them.

Jia Baoyu, who was just on the stage, was invisible, hiding his thoughts, and Jia Baoyu, who was sad and sighing, seemed to have disappeared, calmly and calmly, and Mao Weitao, who was a little excited, led the actors to bow and thank them.

Everyone gave a standing ovation.

Wang Yao was a little shocked by the applause of thousands of people, his heart was agitated, and the thunderous applause hammered on Wang Yao's chest like a drumstick, making his blood boil unconsciously.

He felt that he seemed to have a trace of greed for this kind of applause that was recognized and appreciated.

This is the second time.

The first time I was greedy was not so long ago, to a girl.