Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Stage
When Shen Bujiao heard this, he snorted embarrassedly, buried his head in Shen Qingdai's arms, and said vaguely: "I want everything, I want to think about everything." ”
Shen Zhinuan has traveled abroad for many years, has traveled a lot of places, and has seen countless novelties, every time she comes back, the fantasy adventures she has experienced and the delicacies she has brought back are the most yearning and looking forward to by the children.
"You haven't been back for a long time, I'll take you outside for a walk. ”
"Okay!"
All things are all in unison, and things are clean and clear at this time, so it is called clear.
Shen Bujiao and Shen Qingdai walked on the bluestone road, on one side is the rows of shops, on the other side is the gurgling river, the trees are verdant, to say Qingming, the most lively is the incense and candle shop, crowded, business is very good, and there is always a faint smoke in the air.
Outside, you can spy on the blazing fire in the blacksmith shop, listen to the sound of playing cotton, and the faint aroma of wine wafting from the tip of your nose from time to time.
The clear water, the long wooden boat, the grass in the spring warbler flying, the peach light dyeing, coincides with the bright girl strolling on the street, and the time is comfortable and peaceful.
They walked to the only open ancient stage along the street, in front of the stage is a stone clearing, for tourists to watch the play, the stage is square, up and down two floors, they have done by the time there are many people standing, all staring intently at the stage. Accompanied by the sound of gongs and drums, and the musical music of silk and bamboo, another glorious world has been created on the stage.
On the stage, there is a woman with long sleeves like clouds, looking forward to the brilliance, singing long and tactful and extremely lingering, every move, every smile, all show the soft and beautiful beauty that belongs to the woman, under her background, this ancient building is not half dilapidated, but reveals a prosperous and graceful age.
Even for a person like Shen Bujiao, who has not studied opera, listening to her extremely tactful and melodious tune, it is no wonder that everyone who comes looks at the woman on the stage with amazement and admiration.
The Qingming customs of Futong country are different from the Qingming customs in ancient times, the atmosphere of worshipping ancestors in the morning is solemn and solemn, in order to show respect for the ancestors, and the atmosphere after worshipping ancestors is relaxed and lively, stepping on spring, appreciating flowers, listening to music......
After all, the dead are gone, and the life of the living always has to go on, and it is best to continue happily.
The living living happily is the greatest disappointment to the deceased.
After the song, she took a curtain call generously, the audience applauded thunderously, the play ended, and the guys began to clean up the props on the stage.
Shen Bujiao was still a little unsatisfied, standing in place and refusing to leave, his mind still echoing with the tune of the opera just now.
Shen Qingdai pulled her hand and raised her eyebrows and smiled: "Do you want to meet the woman on the stage just now?"
Shen Bujiao's eyes lit up, nodded heavily, and said loudly: "Yes!" Then he hesitated: "Cousin, can you let me see her?!"
"Of course. Shen Qingdai patted her chest and reassured, she took the lead in walking to the front of the backstage, Shen Bujie followed behind her, and found that Shen Qingdai seemed to be very familiar with this place, and she was familiar with walking, and she met the guy who carried props on the way and said hello to her friendly.
It didn't take long to arrive at the door of a room in the garden, the door was not closed, the scenery inside was clear at a glance, the room area was not large, and there were exquisite heads and costumes hanging everywhere, and the lights were bright.
A graceful woman sat in front of the dressing table, carefully removing her makeup, which was full of rouge gouache and paint brushes, and never stopped her movements when she heard the sound of footsteps.
Shen Qingdai sat unceremoniously on the only chair in the room, looked at the woman who was concentrating on removing her makeup in front of the oval mirror, and joked with a smile: "When a friend visits, why don't you get up to greet you?"
The woman didn't reply, and said directly: "You're so beautiful!"
Yu Guang saw Shen Bujiao, who was standing at the door and didn't come in, raised his chin slightly, and asked, "Your sister?"
Shen Qingdai said softly: "My third uncle's family, Shen Bujiao." ”
She smiled: "I heard you say that you have a well-behaved and sensible cousin, and today I see that this is really the case, why are you willing to bring it out today for me to know?"
Shen Qingdai beckoned to her and motioned for Shen Bujie to come over, Shen Bujie looked at the woman, then at her cousin, and walked to Shen Qingdai's side obediently.
Tilting her head to look at the woman, the woman is seventeen or eighteen years old, the colorful long-sleeved costume has been replaced by a water-colored Luo skirt, standing at her angle, you can clearly see the appearance reflected in front of the mirror, the posture is beautiful, the face is like a peach and plum, a pair of rippling phoenix eyes, with a three-point smile, her beauty is not as beautiful and beautiful as Shen Qingdai, but bright and flamboyant, like a phoenix soaring in the nine heavens as proud and wanton.
One person is here, it is unparalleled elegance, the eye waves are flowing, and the room is full of brilliance.
"I have time to watch your play, but I didn't expect that as soon as you came on stage, this little guy's soul was hooked away by you, so I won't bring her to see you. Shen Qingdai Nunu mouthed: "This is my cousin's friend, Ah Wan, call someone!"
"Sister Awan, hello. Shen Bujiao shouted with a smile.
She turned her head and smiled, "You're much more discerning than your cousin." ”
Shen Bujie was puzzled, looked at Shen Qingdai, I don't know why, Shen Qingdai had a little embarrassment on her face, touched her nose, and glared at Ah Wan fiercely.
Ah Wan didn't see it, and chuckled: "When she watched the play for the first time, she was one of the best famous actors on stage, and her singing, voice, and dancing posture were all excellent. ”
"Others are in full swing, she is sleepy, the sound of gongs and drums around her, the sound of silk and bamboo has not stopped for a moment, she can fall asleep in such a noisy environment, speaking of which, I am ashamed of this concentration. ”
Shen Qingdai stood up suddenly, her face was full of shame, and she stomped her feet and said, "Ah Wan, you still take out the matter of the Year of the Monkey and Ma Yue, it's true!"
Ah Wan's smile was full of eyes, and Shen Bujiao couldn't stop being happy on the side.
Shen Qingdai saw it and tapped her forehead with her finger: "I don't know how to follow outsiders to make fun of your sister!"
Shen Bujiao blinked his eyes and smiled mischievously: "But Sister Ah Wan is a friend of her cousin, isn't she an outsider?"
Shen Qingdai crossed her waist: "Then you have to stand on my side!"
Ah Wan got up and walked to the tea table to pick up a plate of dim sum, bent down and put it in front of Shen Bujiao: "Taste it, I made it new." ”
Shen Bujiao glanced at Shen Qingdai and saw her nodding, so he reached out to take it, revealing a big smile: "Thank you, Sister Awan." ”
Shen Bujiao began to linger on the tip of his nose when Ah Wan approached, the fragrance was a little peculiar, neither the sweet fragrance of ripe peaches, nor the fragrant aroma of peach blossoms, but a slightly green peach fragrance, very fresh and good.
As Ah Wan got closer and closer to herself, the peach fragrance became stronger and stronger, but it did not make people feel uncomfortable, but there was a sense of comfort like a spring breeze.