After more than two months of rehearsals, the play "Mulberry Ping Chronicle" began to enter the theater for synthesis, followed by rehearsals and rehearsals.

March 2, 1989, this moment will be forever remembered for Chinese theater!

Jiang Xun took a stack of thin invitations handed over by Teacher Zhu Tong, the invitations were only four fingers wide, printed by the school itself, and there were only a few lines of words on it-

The Central Academy of Drama's newly created modern western Chinese drama "Mulberry Ping Chronicle" will be performed for the first time by the 85th grade of the Acting Department of the Academy.

Please visit the Experimental Theatre of the Central Academy of Drama on March 2 for guidance......

Oh, Mr. Zhu Tong still has a program list in his hand, with a green cover and a golden title, which is full of the simple taste of this era.

Open the program list, directed by Xu Xiaozhong and Chen Zidu, written by Chen Zidu, Yang Jian, Zhu Xiaoping, and Liu Yuansheng as stage designers.

Zhao Xiaochuan plays Li Jindou, Chen Wei plays Xu Caifang, Liu Guanguan plays Yuwa, Jiang Xun plays Li Fulin, and Gong Li plays Qingnu......

Oh, Jiang finally saw his name on it.

"Send these invitations to Renyi." Teacher Zhu Tong instructed, and he smiled, "Well, this time I finally showed my face in front of the old-timers of Renyi." He also knew that the last time Jiang Xun stood on the stage of the drama, it was when he was on the first floor of the world, at that time he was just a B corner, but now it is different, he is the third male lead.

"I'm afraid to show my ass." There are so many masters in human arts, how can he show his face, Jiang Xun still has self-knowledge.

In the morning, Jiang Xun deliberately returned to Renyi, "Oh, Xunzi? "I don't want to touch anyone, I really bumped into someone, Wu Gang saw Jiang Xun at a glance, no way, he is one meter eight tall, and he has a teapot lid on his head, so he wants to attract more eyes.

"I thought I hadn't seen you these days......" Wu Gang smiled so hard that his little eyes narrowed together, "Don't you dare to come to see us......" He shouted Ding Zhicheng and Yang Lixin, a group of people looked at giant pandas.

"Xunzi, why are you doing this haircut?" Yang Lixin pulled him to his office, "Have a performance task?" "It must be, why did this handsome young man get this haircut without a performance?

"Here, your invitation." Jiang Xun sent the first invitation out.

"Sangshuping Chronicle, on the evening of March 2nd, I will definitely go, take your nephew and your sister-in-law, and cheer you on......" Yang Lixin solemnly put away the four-finger-wide invitation, and suddenly laughed in a low voice, "Xunzi, this time it's the A corner of the Eight Classics, right?" ”

Well, Jiang Xun's heart was hot, Yang Lixin smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "When your performance is over, come to my house and let your sister-in-law fry two dishes, and our brothers will have a good drink." ”

Bidding farewell to Yang Lixin, Jiang Xun personally sent the invitation to Xia Chun, but neither of them was there.

Ding Zhicheng followed him all the way, looking at the lid of his teapot all the way, "Xunzi, have you forgotten someone?" ”

Who is it?

"Me," Ding Zhicheng smiled and snatched an invitation, "Your brother Ding also wants to watch your drama, male number three, when will I become the male number three?" ”

Yes, the eighty-fifth class of Renyi is still poking the big pole, and Jiang Xun has already played the male number three in the play!

Jiang Xun came with the lid of the teapot, and then walked away with the lid of the Rong pot.

So after he came back, he saw the invitation card and a brief message published in the fifth edition of the "New Literary and Artistic Works" column of the People's Daily:

In the late 60s, Sangshuping was a small village hidden deep in the mountains on the high slopes of the loess, where farmers have struggled against the harsh natural environment for generations, and have the tenacious tenacity and vitality of our nation.

Digging three feet into the ground here, you can find endless cultural relics of the Tang Dynasty, but it is here that it is thrilling to see the reflection of thousands of years of dark and long feudal society closed, narrow-minded, conservative, and ignorant cultural psychology.

In the play, the people and things of Sangshuping are written, and the captain of this small village, Li Jindou, and his clansmen are written, they are not only the backbone of the nation, but under the confinement of feudal ideology, they can only be the victims of being "hunted" by feudal cultural psychology.

This drama directed by Xu Xiaozhong and Chen Zidu has explored in the aspects of direction, performance, and stage art in the creation of the drama, trying to combine the principles of drama reproduction and performance......

There are countless similar newsletters with advertising colors published in newspapers and magazines, and most of them have been lost to history.

But unbeknownst to him, this newsletter was fortunate to gain historical significance. As a result, it eventually became the opening line of a famous cultural trend in the 80s.

……

On the afternoon of March 2, the peach blossoms were scorching and shining like clouds.

In the experimental theater, Jiang Xun put on his own makeup, he wore a cardigan coat, and did not wear a towel on his head, but tied two strips of cloth, one red and one white.

"Xunzi, drink water." Today, Comrade He Bing, the branch secretary, followed Jiang Xun closely, as a volunteer, he served in the background, "You don't know, Nortel, Beiguang are here......"

He looked at Jiang Xun with a smile, oh, Jiang Xun concentrated on painting makeup and didn't speak, this drama didn't make any splash now, unlike when it was staged on the first floor of the world, all women, children, and children in Beiping City were shocked.

So many celebrities and celebrities went to see the first floor of the world, even mathematician Chen Jingrun.

Now, there are so many invitations, he only knows that Yang Lixin, Wu Gang, and Ding Zhicheng can come, teacher Su Min can come, and others, will they come?

What about Mr. Cao Yu, by the way, Dean Xu Xiaozhong is his student, will he come?

The stage bell rings, and the play officially begins.

A huge circular turntable is set up in the center of the stage, and its front is a large piece of inclined loess, which is facing the audience at the beginning of the play, and the deep ravines restore the special landform of the Loess Plateau, showing the desolation and barrenness of the Loess Plateau, and also showing the struggle between the people living on the Loess Plateau and the land for thousands of years.

If it weren't for the invisible traces carved by the vicissitudes of time on its waist, if it weren't for the pile of ancient stone carvings piled up by history on the cliffside behind its left, then it might have tried its best to stretch out into the distance.

But it is not in front of it, it can only be like a mysterious Tai Chi gossip, lying quietly, and the old well left by the Tang Dynasty on the right side of the platform echoes it unfathomably.

Behind it, next to the slope path on the right side of the stage, is a black-stained cave, and the top of the cave happens to be the cliff side and the fault of the pile of ancient stone carvings.

On the left side of the stage is a small earthen kiln with holes for raising livestock or stacking fodder, and the ancient cypress pine is squeezed intricately on its lintel.

Before the performance began, the sloping yellow earth in front of the turntable faced the auditorium. In the black velvet canopy and side curtains, it became more and more dignified, ancient, barren and desolate.

Only a beam of cold light on the right side of the stage faintly outlined the outline of the pile of ancient stone carvings. In a heavy, ancient, slow sound of bells, the stage gradually turned into darkness.

Thunder.

A dull thunderclap could be heard in the distance. Li Jindou shouted and banged the gong and ran from a distance.

The lights get brighter.

"It's going to rain! Wheat is going to be ruined! Township Party! Shout, shout! ”

The villagers of Sangshuping came with great momentum beating gongs and drums, and they held their strength one by one, looking up at the sky and roaring.

"The black dragon and the black dragon have passed...... Walk to the south and fall down... The black dragon and the black dragon (cang) passed yo (哜 dangdang), and walked to the south (cang) and fell (哜 dangdang) ......"

Jiang Xun stood on the side of the screen, looking at the stage, he was about to appear in a while, in addition to playing Li Fulin, he also played the role of Maike who went to the countryside and went to the house.

"Xunzi, look at my head, Yang Zhe of the Oriental Song and Dance Troupe ......is also here," He Bing suddenly said, "I've seen it on TV, hey, we don't have such beautiful female classmates in Chinese opera even Nortel......"

Smack-

Jiang Xun patted him on the head, and whispered in his mouth, "Kill your turtle grandson." ”

After speaking, he walked towards the stage without looking back.