As soon as I entered the door of the auditorium, the lights around me were already dimmed, and only two spotlights were left on the stage. With the sound of silk and bamboo www.biquge.info the audience noticed that a huge, looming veil hung down on the stage. Behind the veil, there seems to be a beautiful scenery, picturesque courtyards, scattered terraces, and faint rain curtains, which bring people to a world more than a hundred years ago, but the color is so elegant that people feel a little bleak, and the veils are separated from each other, and they are suddenly separated from each other.

The light and shadow cast by the spotlight projected the graceful silhouette of a girl in the corner of the stage, with her back and standing solemnly, her hands did not know what to hold, looking up and looking, as if she was looking forward to something.

But at this time, I was different from all the audience's attention, the music, the ethereal tune, extremely familiar. Immediately afterward, I suddenly returned to the middle of Jingshan Mountain in the pine waves, the same singing, the same words, the same method of spitting, the same ethereal and I don't know what to do.

I stood in the dark, as if none of the spectators around me existed. I couldn't be sure if the singing I heard was coming from the back of the stage, or if the whirling sound was the pinnacle of the performance, or if it was due to the sound that was placed around the auditorium. I finally realized the uniqueness of this singing, you don't need to see the person who makes the voice, you don't need to understand a person through appearance, clothing, behavior, and movement, just through the voice, you can create a flesh-and-blood, emotionally rich image in your heart, and I believe that the image imagined by the hundreds of audience members in this auditorium will be surprisingly consistent.

"The capital is a good relationship between gold and jade, and I only think of the former alliance of wood and stone. The sky is opposite, the mountain is crystal snow, and I will never forget, the lonely forest of the fairy outside the world. Sigh in the world, the fly in the ointment is today's letter: even if it is a case with eyebrows, it is difficult to calm down in the end. Ren is ruthless and moving. ”

In the process of singing, all the words and phrases are projected on the veil, which is not a general printing font, but is written with a brush, and when the next word is written, the previous word slowly fades, as if it is swept on the silk surface with water, and at the end of a sentence, the previous sentence is hidden. However, these words appear on the huge veil, giving people a strong visual impact, and the artistic conception and charm have completely exceeded the form of traditional Peking Opera, but they are highly integrated with the singing content, set setting, and stage atmosphere, which does not appear abrupt at all, and completely substitutes the audience into the situation.

The only thing that makes me feel a little puzzled is that this word is not written by a woman, it does not have a delicate and feminine charm, but a vigorous skeleton, free and easy, quite a bit of a master's style, which does not seem to match the theme. After a closer look, I suddenly understood that this word is very similar to the handwriting of the letter sent to me by Juan Bei more than a year ago, thinking that Juan Bei is the chief director of the performance and the artistic director, and it is normal for him to write this special subtitle, but I am curious whether the singing voice is actually sung by him?

This visual feast, which completely subverts the traditional Peking Opera, undoubtedly entrusts the designer with an advanced sense of innovation and the effort to excavate the charm of traditional Peking Opera, which can be said to be very successful. But why did the designers consciously abandon the appearance and body style of the famous Peking Opera actors? Why did they not want the actors to face the audience and always be the back? And why is there only such a program that adopts such a special form of expression? Could it be that the director is deliberately covering up something?

I suddenly realized something, walked out of the door of the auditorium quickly, and in the already dim light of the corridor, I unfolded the program list that Peng Yushu gave me before, turned to the last page, and carefully read the introduction of the first program after the intermission, the track is called "Wood and Stone Yuan", but the performer's column has the words "Little Magnolia" written prominently. I froze where I was.

When I walked into the theater again, the background on the stage had changed. Around the motionless back, there were many women with long sleeves and fluttering, dancing with their sleeves, appearing and disappearing from time to time. The pavilions and pavilions slowly turned into ruins, the grass replaced the green willows, the ponds turned into puddles, and even the small stone bridge was broken in two.

And the ethereal singing voice was like a cloud of green smoke, slowly curling, floating in the famming lights at the top of the stage. When the lights were completely extinguished, the accompaniment stopped, and there was darkness on and off the stage, except for the last words that seemed to be uttered from the ceiling of the stage. At that moment, I even felt that there was no need for accompaniment at all, and that the sound itself was the most beautiful music in the world.

The darkness lasted for about a minute, and the audience woke up from a dream, and thunderous applause resounded through the auditorium, but unlike the previous program, there was no wave of cheers from the audience, and everyone stood up and applauded in a standing posture to express their respect, as if they had just seen not a Peking opera, but an opera in the Golden Hall.

When I returned to my seat, Peng Yushu turned to me: "Chang, do you think the singing just now is very familiar?" I could see the look of surprise on his face. I nodded at him, "Yushu, after the show, let's go backstage to see Juan Bei." ”

Peng Yushu leaned back on the seat, looked at the brightly lit ceiling, and muttered: " Lao Chang, I didn't believe in ghosts and gods, but after Anbei's incident, I have been unsteady in my heart, I always feel that Anbei's way to find back the voice is not as simple as the ventriloquist he said, I don't believe that he was originally a person who sang copper hammer face, and could sing the tunes of Tsing Yi so expressively, which has nothing to do with whether a person is diligent or not, art has reached a certain realm, it is talent, it is talent, it is brought out in the womb, and it cannot be learned. ”

Peng Yushu turned his head, but there was a little gloomy in his eyes, and he asked lightly: "Old Chang, you said that this ghost is not all the kind of people who are extremely vicious and resentful, right?

I understood what Peng Yushu was thinking in his heart, and patted him on the shoulder, "Yushu, if you think like this, you don't have to worry about anything, you are studying history, you should know the inheritance of a culture, five thousand years of continuity, relying not entirely on words and books, you must also find that in Chinese art, the study of artistic conception and inspiration far exceeds that of other civilizations." In calligraphy and painting, we call it freehand, in opera we call it expressive, and even the words in poetry and songs are not only the meaning of the words themselves, you can feel the mind of a poet, given in the context of even a word. ”

"Mr. Wang Guowei said that there are three realms of life, do you remember? Go up to the tall building alone and look at the end of the world. This is the first weight, for Anbei, he has done the best in his own drama field, and he naturally has higher expectations and pursuits in his heart, hoping to make a breakthrough, but this kind of persistence is stubborn in the eyes of many people, and it seems that he is incompatible with the whole society, so he later had so many pathetic encounters. ”

"I don't regret the gradual widening of the belt, and I will make people haggard for Yi. This is the second realm, Anbei he lost his voice, but he still didn't give up, practiced ventriloquism, for his artistic pursuit, his wife was separated, he was sick, how many people didn't understand, how many people were crazy. I went to Jingshan once before dawn, and I almost froze to death, but Anbei continued to do so every day for more than ten years. If he doesn't succeed, I don't know if there will be any success in this field. ”

The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the man was in the dim light. This is the third realm of life. But it is something that only successful people who have crossed the first two realms can experience and comprehend. I think that today's performance, Anbei has reached the third realm, we can only appreciate and cannot guess. Why do human beings look up at the stars when they think? I think it's because we have thoughts above our heads, and Anbei is a real artist, and I think it's easier for him to capture and perceive inspiration in the sky than we do, right?"

I didn't know why I said a lot in one breath, until the audience behind me patted me on the shoulder in dissatisfaction, and I realized that the later performance had already begun, but Yushu and I were both immersed in the conversation just now, and we didn't pay attention to what was going on on stage.

After the performance, Yushu and I hurriedly rushed backstage, but unfortunately Juan Bei was not there. The backstage staff told us that Director Hu's work was too busy, and the performance in Shanghai would start in three days, and the stage set, lighting, and sound were all done by Director Hu himself, otherwise there would be no effect we see today. Director Hu and his colleagues from the stage sound crew were going to catch the train to Shanghai that night, and they left before the performance was over.

This situation made Peng Yushu and I feel a little regretful, and I hurriedly asked her, can you meet the Tsing Yi actor named Xiao Yulan in the program list? The staff looked at me in surprise, smiled again and said, "You can't see this person, I'm on a business trip with Director Hu." ”

Peng Yushu told me that Hu Anbei's national tour had more than 60 performances and traveled to most of China. After the tour, Hu Anbei resigned from the Peking Opera Troupe despite the repeated retention of the leaders of the theater, and he did not know where he went. Before leaving, I had a drink with Peng Yushu, and Tuo Yushu brought me something. Peng Yushu asked him if he was going to Jiangxi, and Juan Bei smiled but did not answer.

Peng Yushu brought me an antique wooden box, and when I opened it, there was an ordinary green jade pendant carved with a woman playing the pipa. Judging from the carving technique and the color of the material that has been stained by the soil, it should be a jade carving work from the early Qing Dynasty. On the back of this pendant, there are four small words engraved "Lantian is warm".

Lantian Rinuan seems to be a phrase in a poem by Li Shangyin, saying that the beautiful jade produced in Lantian is occasionally faint smoke under the sunlight. The poet's depictions are often exaggerated, and I don't believe that jade is smoking, after all, the molecular structure of this crystalline mineral is very stable, and there is no possibility of vaporization. I fiddled with the jade pendant in front of my desk at home, not figuring out the meaning of this thing that Juan Bei had given me. It was at this moment that I suddenly remembered that the only time Juan Bei came to the small courtyard, after fainting, when I pricked him with a needle, I seemed to have seen this jade pendant on his neck.

I suddenly came to my senses, and hurriedly took out the set of soul bells from the drawer, hung the bells on the wooden shelf in order, and put the jade pendant next to me. The evening sunlight filtered in through the glass windows, gilding the bells with a faint layer of gold. The jade pendant under the sun becomes more translucent, and the color slowly turns white from light cyan, and after a while, the tone is soft like a piece of solidified milk, and a faint layer of smoke and dust floats on the surface of the faint jade pendant, which is extremely light and thin, and seems to be nothing. I can't tell if the smoke is floating from the jade pendant, or if the change in the air flow on the jade pendant stirs up the dust in the air.

Before I could take a closer look at where the smoke was coming from, the Soul Bells had begun to chime crisply, soothing and ethereal, and I couldn't help but lean back in my chair, close my eyes, and re-enter the familiar rhythm. (ENDS)

(It's the Xu Yi technical department, and the people who are tired of work are also.) The dog that stayed became a thought, and the ape sniped from the mountains and forests. The mound is told if it is, but what cannot be heard and what cannot be spoken: all who have a head and a toe, and who have no heart and no ears, and who have no form and no form, and who exist. Its movement is also stopped, its death and life are also, and its abolition is also abolished, which is not its reason. There is a cure in the people. Forget things, forget the sky, its name is forget yourself. Those who forget themselves are said to enter the heavens. --Zhuangzi)