"Then I'll act...... The person sitting in this chair?"

A set of tables and chairs on the stage are props, and there are also paper and pens on the table in addition to the script.

Chi Chi sat down and looked at the lines on the script.

"I am in control of a rich and powerful country, I am fighting in the south and the north, and I recruit talents......"

These are other people's lines.

"Cheng, you just play this writer, I originally played this king, and we can play against each other......"

Professor Ma watched Chi Chi pick up the script with a smile on his face.

The most important thing in the rehearsal of the drama is the feeling, in many cases, the actors will directly hold the line book and read, after all, memorizing the lines is the work of the audience, and what they have to do when rehearsing on stage is to find the position, performance, and feeling of the whole scene.

Chi Chi lowered his head and carefully read the three or four pages of the script, in order to be able to tell a story in a short time, the amount of lines in many dramas is amazing, especially the monologues of various characters.

What she looked at happened to include a long monologue by the character of the writer.

After watching for about ten minutes, the people who went to eat and rest in the repertory troupe came back in twos and threes, and when they heard that Chi Chi was going to play against Ma Tianshu, they all consciously found a place to sit down and wait to watch the play.

Of course, these people also include Gong Xingshu who picked up Chi Chi's handmade snacks and ate happily.

Tsk, Chi Chi, who was reading the script on the stage, seemed to be glowing on his body.

"Alright, let's get started. ”

The person sitting in the chair has no stage position, and almost all the presence of his character is reflected by words and few body movements.

Under the stage lights, the girl who was in the spotlight put the script in her hand on the table.

Ma Tianshu turned to face the audience, and at that moment, his kind eyebrows became cold and domineering.

"Don't ask me why I wear a golden crown on my head, because I am the owner of this country, and gold, destined to be a part of my full glory. The sword in my hand cut off the heads of countless people, and eventually all of them fell prostrate at my feet......"

He was a king in his twilight years, his life was full of battles, and in the midst of victory after victory, his unbeatable pride became his black and white mixed hair.

Even though he is now wearing nothing more than a half-worn down jacket and knitted gloves on one hand, every fine line on his face tells others that he is a king, a hero, and has supreme rule over the world.

"Although, I have been emperor for thirty years, and I am getting old. But my dynasty will last forever, because I have created all this ......."

If it is a formal performance, the lights on the stage will suddenly dim, and then a faint light will hit the person who has been immersed in writing.

She had been writing, the expression on her face solemn and calm, and she sighed softly as the emperor's lines ended.

The light refers to the movement of the face, and the sound of sighing is very present.

With this sigh, people's attention naturally turned to her, or rather, even if the king was so sonorous and powerful in the audience, people did not forget the man in the center of the stage.

The two characters move and stillness, forming a strong contrast, and since it is a contrast, naturally neither side will be forgotten.

"What a pitiful and hateful emperor. ”

Shaking her head, there was no emotion for this character in the writer's voice, but the words she said were like a hammer, beating the immense momentum of the emperor just now without a trace.

"In order to fight for the throne, he killed his own father, and decades later, his son killed him in order to fight for the throne. In the first year of his reign, he killed a loyal courtier, in the third year of his reign, he killed a general whom he thought was a great achievement, and thirty years later, the son of a loyal minister and a general, turned his land upside down, and the vast land he had conquered was divided into three. In the fifth year of his reign, he led his troops to invade a neighboring country, making the princess of the neighboring country a concubine in his harem, and thirty years later, the admirable princess took advantage of the chaos of his death to escape back to his homeland, and finally succeeded in becoming a queen for a generation...... History is so wonderful, and many coincidences seem to be said to be cause and effect, or it can be said to be a continuation of good and evil. ”

The person sitting on the stage has a straight back, and her writing posture is leisurely, she has no superfluous movements, nor does she have any strong tone, but she tells a piece of the past in a subdued and frustrated manner, like a long axis of history being slowly opened in front of the audience......

How lonely such a person is on the stage, how difficult it is for her to speak, some of the people under the stage have heard this line countless times, and some people are watching this scene for the first time, but now they have the same feeling, listening to this person take out the scattered stories in the vast history, they are willing to listen to it all the time, hear the wilderness, hear the ...... The end of history.

"You, who are you?"

While everyone else was paying attention to the writer, the king had already gone around to the back of the stage, his face facing the writer, and naturally facing the audience.

"Me?"

The writer's hand paused, and she didn't tilt her head to look at the man who suddenly appeared next to her.

"I'm just a writer, writing a little bit about what has happened. ”

"Oh, what has happened, is clearly the nonsense of a madman! I already own the whole country, and I will always have it, nothing you write will happen, my country belongs to me, I will choose my favorite heir to inherit my country, and all the rebels and thieves will die under my sword...... It's even more ridiculous to let a woman go back to the country!"

After saying that, the emperor, who had come to the front of the stage again, laughed loudly, he smiled at the audience, and then turned back to smile at the writer, his laughter was very loud, but as the writer still wrote unhurriedly, his laughter became more and more hasty.

"Don't write anymore, come and worship me, I'm such a great monarch!"

"But for me, you are just a little relic of history, I find out the little bit of triviality that belongs to you from the cracks in the sea of books, and record it for future generations, whether you are great or mediocre, in my pen it is just a past that has been frozen. ”

The writer, how calm she is, but how calm she is, is this calm so arrogant, do her eyes see the torrent of thousands of years between the pen and paper?

People did not know, but they were full of curiosity about her, and this curiosity kept their attention on the writer, and no matter how brave the king was, they wanted to see the man who sat still.

"How can it be the past! My ambition is not yet complete, I am going to sweep away the small country that dares not to sacrifice the national treasure to me, I am going to kill everyone who wants to rebel, I still have time! Yes, I still have time!"

"When?"

The word time seemed to intrigue the writer, and she looked up at the king.

"Yes, time!" said the king through gritted teeth, his hands clenched, his forehead bruised out, what a conceited emperor he was, and only at such a time did he realize that the only thing he longed for was time.

"No more. With a brief smile, the writer picked up her notebook and twisted it with her fingers, her eyes brightened with astonishment, for she was holding a whole world she knew best," The history I wrote, history means that everything has happened, time, you are gone, you only have corpses lying in cold tombs, and your grave has been opened six years after you have died, because your son has fled the capital where you have been for decades, and the new owners of the capital are your enemies, and they do not want you to enjoy the peace of death in peace. ”

"You're lying!"

"My pen never lies, and my paper is as innocent as my soul. ”

With that, the writer lowered his head again and began to write, leaving the king like a trapped beast walking twice around the little square where she was.

As he went, he looked at the armor on his body in horror and shook his head, as if the crown of hair on his head had fallen off on its own.

"Where did you write?"

On the empty stage, the king's voice was a little helpless and frightened.

"I wrote that you were stripped of your crown by your son, that you were defeated by him, that you were stripped of your armor......"

He was answered by the calm tone of the writer, she was so calm that this calmness made the king shudder fiercely.

"No, don't write it down, just let time stop when I'm at my most glorious, I want to wear a crown, I want to look at the thousands of troops under my command, I want my glory and majesty!"

"History does not stop at your request, and it is my duty to write down everything that has happened. They should be known to posterity hundreds of thousands of years from now, when you and your kingdom will be reduced to dust. ”

"Don't write any more! Look at it! What is this? This is the most priceless jade, stop your pen, and I'll give it to you." ”

The king took the jewel that did not exist from his waist and brought it to the writer, and stubbornly covered the writer's hand with his own hand.

"I said my pen never lies, and my paper is as innocent as my soul. Whatever you have given me, what has happened has happened, and what I want to write must be written. ”

In the face of the gem, the writer's expression did not change.

"Look at this dilapidated room where you live, this treasure will make you wear luxurious clothes, and you will be able to live in a place as beautiful as a palace. ”

"Those are not what I want, I just want to record what has happened, my pen does not lie, and it does not stop. ”

Pride, true pride, this pride is in the bones of this man, it supports her backbone, and it supports her pen.

But such pride stung the eyes of the monarch, he had not been so low for too long, and what he said was a holy decree, and who would dare to disobey the holy decree?

"You don't want treasures, so do you want sharp knives?"

He grabbed the writer by the collar.

"I've killed a lot of people, most of them stronger than you, I cut their throats with a knife, and their last words were choked in their broken throats with their own blood!"

"My pen won't stop because of my death, I'm doing the loneliest and most romantic job in the world, someone will pick up my pen and continue, one person, two people...... Generations after generations, one day, someone will sort out and polish a small excerpt from my beloved history, as I do, and perhaps write a stroke like this: a writer dies because he is unwilling to stop his pen.

This is—my supreme glory. ”

The four eyes looked at each other, and the stage was full of tension, whether it was the knife that did not exist but was held in the king's hand, or the dreamy smile that appeared on the calm face of the writer.

Who does this smile belong to? The king was a little stunned.

I want to leave something for the world, even if it's just a little, like a drama that tells the world that I have no grievances, like those lines that I carefully wrote out that I recited.

In a strange country, where others thought I was an old lady who was not good at walking, I walked through those small theaters, trying to find a few actors who could speak Chinese.

I found them, some of them were paid workers, some of them were interesting people who worked for fun, and they helped me rehearse my own play, and they told me what they thought when they saw my play, and they felt like seeing me perform in a wheelchair.

Time passed little by little, and finally stopped at the moment when it was about to be reached.

The troupe quietly disbanded, and that day, a staff member of the troupe stood outside her house and said to her: "You should put on a show, two or three hours, no, half an hour of preparation time is enough, show us, show it to yourself, this is your play!"

yes, that's my show.

But my life is not a show.

All struggles are hopeless before shattering, and all pain is because they are too close and too far away from their dreams.

So a door was simply closed completely, and the old man hurried back to see his nephew for the last time.

That old man is Chi Xiulan, who has no leg.

The king's hand was released, and the writer fell straight to the ground, and with a loud bang, the people in the audience tried to rush up, but they saw that the man who had fallen on the ground was laughing.

"What I was after has always been in my hands, so the end of my life has left me fearless. You are afraid, you are afraid of history, you are afraid of reality, but reality is the result of everything you have done, after all, are you afraid of your past self, or your cruel and vain heart?"

The person sitting on the ground did not stand up, her legs did not move, only her hand clenched her pen.

"Aren't you afraid I'll chop off your hand?"

"I have another hand. ”

"I'll chop off both of your hands!"

"I still have feet. ”

"I chop off your hands and feet, I sew your mouth too, and I make you crawl on the ground like a worm. ”

Standing was the king, so tall, and at his feet was the writer, so thin.

However, in the short conversation, the writer's voice did not have a trace of panic, but the king's tone made people hear the color of the inward.

The writer smiled again, this time with a big smile, like a god unveiled, or perhaps a dragon about to be drawn was spotted in the eye.

In her smile, the king's face fell.

"I still have my heart, it's beating, it's recording my loyalty to history, it's stopping, it's my soul sticking to a statue. ”

Professor Ma Tianshu still wanted to continue, but there was already applause from the audience, and their scene should be over.

The two young men jumped on the stage and helped Chi Chi up, and before Chi Chi could stand firm, Gong Xingshu had already raised her arms from behind.

"What's the matter, you don't have to fall so realistically, right?"

Chi Chi blinked, one hand broke free from the restraints of others, and slowly touched his leg.

It's all still there.

She let out a sigh of relief before slowly straightening up.

"Did it scare you? I just think it's more interesting to compose the picture. ”

The girl's face instantly became a smile, and no one knew what she had just thought.

Gong Xingshu let go of her arms and stood up with her chest in her arms, and said lazily: "Just let you try to play a scene, you even considered the composition of the picture?"

"Occupational disease. Tilting his head and glancing at Gong Xingshu, Chi Chi still had a smile on his face.

"Xiao Chi Chi, you are really good at this performance!" Professor Ma Tianshu walked over and patted Chi Chi's shoulder, his face was full of admiration, and he wiped the sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief while praising him, "Look, acting with you is so enjoyable, my sweat is coming out." ”

"It's this script that's well written. ”

Chi Chi didn't have any body movements in this scene, unlike Ma Tianshu, who had to move in a circle, and he didn't seem to sweat much.

She clenched her fists and brushed the water stains off her pen before handing it over to the troupe staff, her hands drenched in sweat, but she didn't want anyone to notice it.

"No matter how good the script is, it is also the script of Mr. Xin Yisong. Gong Xingshu said coldly on the side.

Xin Yisong is the real actor in this drama "Flowers on the Pen", the actor of the writer.

His words made Ma Tianshu, who wanted to continue to praise Chi Chi, silent for a while.

That's right, there is currently no role suitable for Chi Chi in this drama.

The most suitable thing for Chi Chi is the image of this protagonist, but ...... First, they didn't think that the protagonist was a woman, and second, the drama was about to be performed, Xin Yisong was the pillar of the red star, and his feeling that could make people's hearts surging was not as good as Chi Chi, but the acting was also very good, and it was absolutely impossible and unrealistic to replace it.

So, let Chi Chi play the image of a supporting role?

"Lao Ma, when is this going to be the end of your book? I still have to talk to Chi Chi about my movie next year, I waited a year to get her to be my heroine, and I have to ask her a lot of things. ”

Gong Xing's letter seemed to be unintentional, but it shattered the last bit of hope in Ma Tianshu's heart.

It also reminds that although it seems normal now, there are actually some imaginary things outside the pool chi.

She can't plunge into the drama now, the cost is too high for the troupe, and the cost is too high for Chi Chi.

"It's a shame, I really like this script. Chi Chi regretted that she couldn't really star in "Flowers on the Pen", just now she wanted to say that if Ma Tianshu was willing to let her act, she could work in the troupe for free, but when she saw Professor Ma talking about the gender of the protagonist, her heart was cold.

In fact, the role of the writer is a symbol, and it doesn't matter whether it is a man or a woman, but unfortunately now most of the loyal and righteous are men, and most of the people who symbolize depravity and lust are women.

Gong Xingshu, who walked next to her and left the Red Star Theater with her, snorted:

"I never thought of letting you play the leading role at all, just a cameo and then a gimmick, Ma Tianshu thought in his mind that one play is one play, you, just have a good time first. ”

Squinting his eyes and thinking about Chi Chi, who was performing just now and seemed to be burning, Gong Xingshu grinned.

Chi Chi came and went like a whirlwind, and several young people in the crew remembered that they forgot to sign an autograph with Chi Chi, and they suddenly felt a burst of regret in their hearts.

After Ma Tianshu saw Gong Xingshu and Chi Chi leave, he turned around and saw the closed script on the stage table.

At this time, he remembered that Chi Chi didn't seem to have a stand book during the whole process, and he had already performed a large part of the lines to this point.

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