"Birthmarks, if they are the marks left over from the previous life, Su Mo thought, she must have been beaten often in her previous life. The kind that slaps you directly in the face.

Su Mo, who is croaking to the ground, has her own makeup, and a wine-red birthmark on the left side of her face. It's like the mark after a punch.

Su Mo's family makes a living by growing tea. His parents were honest tea farmers who worked hard to maintain a humble life.

Su Mo's birth brought a lot of joy to this poor little family. Children are angelic beings to their parents.

Others are not, not to mention Su Mo's red birthmark that is different from ordinary people. Unlike the hypocrisy and euphemism of adults, children's language is often more direct and hurtful.

Curious onlookers, surprised eyes, sneering from ear to ear, and even straightforward ridicule, Su Mo was angry, roared, cried, and finally bowed his head and was silent.

Su Mo, who is rarely spoken, prefers to run in the unmanned tea garden, humming a self-created tune loudly to entertain herself.

Life is always a turning point. When Su Mo was seven years old, the sudden bad news completely overturned the originally peaceful life.

Su Mo's father injured his spine in an accident and was paralyzed in bed. Su's mother looked for a doctor everywhere, and the traveling doctor promised to rejuvenate her hands, but she needed a precious Chinese medicine as a medicine guide. Su Mu smashed the pot and sold iron, scraping together, but it was still not enough. Poor couples mourn everything, probably so.

The neighbor's aunt threaded the needle and sold Su Mo to the Qingyu class in the county.

Parents are Su Mo's world. Su Mo didn't cry, she bowed to her parents three times and followed her aunt. Just in exchange for the dozen taels of life-saving money. There are grievances but no regrets.

Looking up to the east and west and reading several states, it is better to be old than the wrong road.

In the field of quyi, for gifted children, the old people like to say that the ancestor appreciates the meal.

The birthmark obviously broke Su Mo's job.

Su Mo just started with chores, helping with laundry, cooking, and tidying up. For the seedlings in the class to shout and practice every day, and go to the stage to go to the stage, Su Mo expressed envy. That's an affirmation.

After a few months of hearing and seeing, Su Mo can also hum a few words of singing decently, just like entertaining herself in the tea garden.

The singer has no intention, but the listener has the intention. The head of the Qingyu class heard Su Mo's minor tune in the middle of the night one day, and followed the sound, but saw a seven or eight-year-old girl humming while washing clothes. The voice is immature, but you can also hear the amazing things. The breath is long, the vocal range is wide, and even if there is a vibrato, it is not concealed. Just listening to the voice, it is indeed a good seedling, but it is a pity that the dazzling birthmark on the face.

When I didn't receive a commercial performance, the Qingyu class was still very lively. Rehearsals, training, in full swing.

The head of the class is personally instructing the singing of several young seedlings in the class. It was the Kunqu opera "Dreaming" that I learned.

"Suddenly there is a dream among the flowers, and the daughter's heart is not clear. The lights are lit up and off all night, and the fragrance of plum can't wake up. "Yesterday's occasional spring outing, who sees dreams.

That's all. It's just that the horns sing back and forth, but they still can't get out of the charm.

The class master was impatient, so he just let him continue to practice hard. Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of the previous birthmark girl, walked through the side porch with tea, and ordered someone to greet her.

Su Mocheng was terrified, stood with his head lowered and lowered his eyebrows, waiting for the class leader to speak.

The class leader took a sip of tea and said after a while, "I'll sing a sentence, and you can learn a sentence." After clearing his throat, the class leader sang, "A few songs of Pingshan Exhibition, the depth of the residual eyebrows." Why can't I keep my soft intestines? This haggard is not caring for the moon and sleeping, can you cherish the flowers and rise to the courtyard? ”

Su Mo didn't know what to do, but she still sang obediently. I can't learn everything, and my voice is cowardly.

Although the members of the class were practicing their own work, their eyes still kept looking this way. Su Mo was even more embarrassed to look up, but she was bored.

The class leader shook his head, but still held it back, and sang it again.

Su Mo stared at the tea leaves in the class master's teacup and sang along. Not very satisfied, but it is much smoother than the previous one.

The class leader seemed to be in the mood, singing over and over again. Su Mo is getting better and better, and she has also let go a lot.

As a result of learning to sing, the class leader nodded with a smile and announced, "Starting tomorrow, you can also learn drama together." “

Su Mo raised her head at this time, and her eyes lit up.

Learning drama is not as easy as it seems.

The so-called one minute on stage, ten years off the stage.

In the scorching heat and cold, every day I practiced turning over and walking around the circle, fighting somersaults with weapons, practicing singing and chanting, and all kinds of endless.

Su Mo was already a widow, although they were all apprentices in the same batch, they were not very close, but they just watched the play and frolic of the brothers and sisters in their spare time.

Among the senior sisters, Luo Li is the most outstanding. With a good face, a graceful figure, and a pretty singing voice, he has been a key training figure in the class since he was a child. It is also the holding point of their small group, like the stars and the moon.

is also a danjiao, Su Mo always feels inferior, and she is always an untalented maid standing next to Miss Yanli.

At the turn of spring and summer, Qingyu class has traveled through many towns. The road was crooked, but it was all the way away from Su Mo's hometown and went north.

When Su Mo was fourteen years old, the Qingyu class performed at the temple fair in Anyang City.

Su Mo is helping Luo Li draw eyebrows and sideburns. At this time, Luo Li occasionally went on stage to string a few small dans. Su Mo is still stuck in various roles. It's always been the same way that people don't have a fate.

looked at Luo Li on the stage, dressed up and acted, winning bursts of applause from the audience, Su Mo was all envious. When will I be able to star on the stage once?

There was a sudden chaos backstage, and Danjiao, who was supposed to be in the next opera, accidentally twisted his foot and couldn't get on stage. The class leader was flustered, and after a while, he made up his mind, "Su Mo, you are on the field!" “

Before Su Mo could react, she was pulled by a group of people to change costumes.

This is the "Peony Pavilion" that Su Mo learned to sing when she was a beginner, and Du Liniang visited the garden for a while.

The heavy makeup oil paint covered the birthmark on her face, and then changed into a bright costume, Su Mo's whole person looked brand new.

The head of the class came forward and advised, "Su Mo, you just have to give me a good performance and sing well."

Su Mo nodded.

Let's just think this is a beautiful dream that God gave her!

The clapper sounded, and Su Mo passed by Luo Li, who stepped down, and only had time to see her surprised eyes.

Su Mo took the stage and sang with the sound of flute and drums.

Du Liniang: Dreaming back to Yingxiao, the chaotic years are all over, and people set up small courtyards and deep courtyards.

Chunxiang: Burn all the smoke, throw the residual embroidery thread, and this spring is like last year.

Du Liniang: The silk is blowing——

Chunxiang, Du Liniang: Idle courtyard, swaying spring like a line. Stop for a long time, the whole flower, no Linghua, steal half of the face.

Du Liniang: The funny clouds are biased, how can I show my whole body in the boudoir?

Chunxiang: You are a green and shengsheng, a skirt and a beautiful hairpin.

Du Liniang: Do you know that my hobby in this life is natural?

Chunxiang, Du Liniang: No one sees the benefits of just three springs, and if you don't beware of the noise of sinking fish and geese, you will be afraid of the shy flowers and the moonflowers.

Chunxiang and Du Liniang: It turns out that the purple and red are blooming all over the place, and they all seem to be paid and broken down. The beautiful scenery of the good day is a day, and it is a pleasure to enjoy the courtyard. Flying in the morning and twilight, clouds and clouds, rain and wind, smoke and waves painting boats. Jinping people look at this Shaoguang cheap. The green mountains are red cries, the smoke outside the tulip is drunk and soft, and although the peony is good, how can it take the lead in spring? Idle gaze, the sound of the swallow is as clear as a cut, and the sound of the warbler is round.

……

In the audience, there are people who join in the fun, and there are also many fans, obviously the smooth performance of this singing segment has won the hearts of the people, attracting bursts of applause from the audience, and there is continuous applause after exiting.

Su Mo stepped down satisfied. The lights on the stage, the eyes of the audience, are all focused on one, and that feeling is really good.

The class leader didn't say anything, just nodded in agreement. But that's already a good review. “