Because Shang Xuesleeve's first painting was the most careful, and the woman's face was also very beautiful that day, Mu Yu'er originally liked it very much, and wanted to ask for it, who would have thought that Shang Xuesleeve would make this into scratch paper, and couldn't help but show a pity look, looking at the heavenly girl in the painting. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Shang Xuesleeve pulled a few more pieces of paper, and wrote on them with a pen like flying, and at this time Mu Yu also understood that this was doing a very important business, so he waited silently beside him.

It wasn't until late at night that Shang Xuesleeve stopped writing, and the paper at hand was already a thick stack, and each page was written extremely sloppy and dripping with ink because he was afraid that the inspiration would be fleeting.

She sighed lightly, but saw that Mu Yu'er had fallen asleep on the edge of the table, and she was quite sorry for a while, so she patted Mu Yu'er on the shoulder and said slowly: "Mu Yu'er? Wooden fish? ”

Mu Yu'er rubbed her eyes and said, "Auntie." ”

"Hungry? Auntie took you out to eat something delicious, right? ”

Mu Yu'er nodded, and said, "Is my aunt's play book finished?" ”

"You clever ghost, how do you know that your aunt is writing a playbook?" Shang Xuesleeve took his coat again and helped Mu Yu'er put it on, and then took him out.

The two of them happily ate a pot, Mu Yu'er slapped his belly and lay on the bed, blinked his eyes, and said, "Auntie, that painting, the painting of the fairy daughter, can you give it to me when you don't need it?" ”

Shang Xuesleeve said with a smile: "There is something else next to that one, it's not good-looking, go back and your aunt will draw a separate one for you." ”

Mu Yu'er came up sleepy, and said in a daze: "That's it...... It's tiring to draw. ”

Shang Xuesleeve didn't answer, she sorted out the stack of paper manuscripts in order, and vaguely heard Mu Yu'er saying "mother" and "fairy daughter" in her sleep, and couldn't help but smile.

Under the shadow of the lamp, she brushed the pen again, dipped it in thick ink, and neatly wrote the four big characters of "Heavenly Maiden Scattered Flowers".

In fact, since she rehearsed "Yaochi Meeting" with the people of Xinyin Club that year, she has always wanted to write a singing and dancing and festive Tsing Yi opera for Ming Opera.

This play must be completely centered on Tsing Yi, and it must be well sung and written.

It's just that for so many years, she hasn't had an idea, but when it comes to a slightly formed story, it is inevitable that she has to join Sheng Xing or other characters to share the role.

To this day, maybe it was the words of the sixth master, or maybe the story of Sai Guanyin being given a name, which gave her such an inspiration, which made her suddenly think of the word "falling from the sky" and allusions, and then thought of the goddess scattered flowers.

Shang Xuesleeve put down the pen, but her eyes looked out the window.

She spent countless equally quiet nights in the deep palace, and the emperor would not have known that she had even looked for Buddhist scriptures when she was extremely bored......

She closed her eyes, and her postures poured into her mind as if they could move.

She remembered that when she was a child, her mother also told some stories of fairies and ghosts, what is the Cowherd and Weaver Girl Tianhe match, and the daughter of the Seven Immortals descends to earth......

She had imagined the appearance of a fairy daughter countless times, flying high in the sky, ringing and jingling, fluttering in her skirt, carrying incense, and sprinkling nectar...... It must be extremely beautiful......

Therefore, even if there is no story support, as long as you can sing like a fairy and dance like a fairy, it must be an excellent play!

Shang Xuesleeve carefully copied the draft of the playbook, and repeatedly changed the words of the play - this play can almost be regarded as a one-man show in Tsing Yi, so she doesn't plan to arrange more scenes, the number of scenes is switched too often, and there are many times when the stage is empty, and it is inevitable that it will be cold.

She wants to gather the best parts in one place, and Tsing Yi Jiaoer must always be on stage!

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In the next few days, Shang Xuesleeve almost ran all over the silk village in Shangjing!

This kind of thing, she never did it herself before, she put forward ideas, and Master Cheng did it for her and gave her a ready-made one.

Now, the huge cost is secondary, she is faced with more than a dozen shawls, ranging from thirty feet to fifty feet, and it is really unbearable to try a whole set of movements for each one!

Yan Chunlai stared at Shang Xuesleeve on the stage without blinking, although once the material of the shawl was finalized, Shang Xuesleeve would teach each figure and each dance posture separately, but she was still looking greedily, for fear of missing every movement.

It's just that some of these shawls are not suitable, but they drag down Shang Xue's sleeves.

If it is too heavy, the more you go to the back, the more tired you are; If it is too light, it is difficult to shape when wield, and it loses its beauty.

This play is still the first rehearsal, and Shang Xuesleeve once said that this is a play for Yan Chunlai to press the bottom of the box, and the implication is that she can't easily spread it, so now the doors and windows of the entire theater garden are closed, for fear that people will steal it, so it is extremely stuffy inside.

Yan Chunlai saw that Shang Xue's sleeves threw off the silk silk he was wearing now, and he was about to pick up the next one to continue, he felt distressed in his heart, hurriedly ran to the stage, took a cloth towel soaked in warm water and sent it up, and said: "Master, take a rest first, take a breath, I have made sour plum soup here, you can quench your thirst, see that you are sweating all over your body this winter." ”

Shang Xuesleeve frowned and took the sour plum soup, and tasted it shallowly, it was Yan Chunlai who deliberately made it warm according to her habits, but it was not pleasant when she drank it, but the effect of quenching thirst was the same, and it didn't hurt her throat.

She took a few sips and made a few relaxing movements, and then stood on the stage again, and it was not until the afternoon and evening that she frowned and picked out one, and raised her eyebrows and asked Yan Chunlai: "Do you remember this?" ”

Yan Chunlai thought for a while and said: "This is about forty-five feet long, I looked at it for a day, if it is thirty feet, it is inevitable that there is unfinished meaning, if it is fifty feet, it is not easy to fly up later, if you use too much force, the posture must be strong, which is contrary to the original intention of the heavenly girl's softness." So forty feet or so should be suitable. ”

Shang Xuesleeve nodded, and said: "What you said is good, you read it carefully, and there is another point, people's strength is limited, if you put too much effort into this silk dance, then when singing, it is very easy to lose your breath, and it is good for your voice to tremble. ”

Yan Chunlai gently touched the ribbon and said hesitantly: "But this one, I always feel a little lighter." ”

"Yes." Shang Xue sleeve said: "But this one is the most handy." ”

She still sighed in her heart, if Master Cheng was by her side, she would definitely be able to pick out the better one.

She said: "The rest is too heavy, even for me, it is extremely laborious to wield, and the sense of elegance is insufficient, if it is too light...... It is not easy to form, and it is easy to be blown away by the slightest wind coming from the side. This one is a little too light, and I'll have to deal with it. ”

The worm does not grow old

Today's second update:) can't help but clip private goods~ Strongly recommend "Heavenly Maiden Scattered Flowers", a very good-looking play. It can also be seen that Mei Lanfang's opera system is different. Chinese opera, like calligraphy and painting, does not particularly need the support of the plot, as long as it is beautiful, it is enough. Nowadays, many new screenwriters are hard to watch because they are bluntly added by laymen screenwriters and directors with a lot of contradictions and conflicts.