The thunderstorm of Peking Renyi has been raining since the establishment of the group in July......

At the beginning of September, the plain rehearsal of the whole drama was passed, in mid-September, the synthesis was passed, and at the end of September, the rehearsal was passed.

Today, it is the official rehearsal, and in early October, the enduring thunderstorm on the stage of Chinese drama will pour down again on the stage of the Capital Theater.

The rehearsal requirements are strict, you have to wear formal costumes, you have to wear makeup, and you have to complete the positioning, everything will be done according to the requirements of the official performance.

Mr. Cao Yu attaches great importance to this roaring thunderstorm, and he wants to watch the rehearsal.

As the B corner, Jiang Xun has no chance to go on stage tonight. I can only stand behind the scenes and watch everyone show the results of more than two months on the stage.

The light in the dressing room was very bright, Jiang Xun looked at himself in the mirror and began to put on makeup for himself.

"Xunzi, as for it, there is no performance for you today." Wu Gang wanted to joke with Jiang Xun, but looking at the taciturn "Zhou Ping" in the mirror, he still swallowed back the words that came to his mouth.

There was no way, Zhou Ping, who had a calm and silent face in the mirror, made him unable to say this.

Tonight, the lineup of the People's Arts and Art Committee sitting in the audience is still strong, and more than 40 people are neatly waiting for the new play to be staged.

For more than three hours, no one spoke, and no one exchanged opinions.

Jiang Xun stood quietly behind the scenes, watching Zhou Ping played by Brother Pu, Fanyi played by Gong Lijun, and Zheng Tianwei's Sifeng, the joys and sorrows on the stage.

When the lights on the stage came on again, the curtain opened again.

Mr. Cao Yu took the lead in applauding, "Thank you Director Xia for arranging my drama decades ago so well, and tonight, the young actors are also good, and they all performed at a high level......"

Oh, Cao Yu said this, to everyone's surprise, the master did not give advice, but it was all encouragement, and the young actors on the stage almost wanted to hug and celebrate.

In the warm atmosphere, it was Jiang Xun, who was still calm, and when he walked out of Renyi, there was a muffled thunder in the sky, and it was going to rain.

It's really strange, God seems to have telepathy, and when people rehearse thunderstorms, the weather is always not so good.

"Xunzi ......"

and Gong Lijun rode a bicycle back to the Chinese opera, and at night, Gong Lijun called out his name.

Her role was still won by Jiang Xun, and now she is going to stand on the stage of the Capital Theater, but Jiang Xun can only stand behind the scenes.

"It's okay, corner B is to be ready at all times......" Jiang Xun's voice was very calm, yes, he just had to be ready at all times, not to go on stage, but also to show himself.

……

At the end of September, the night gradually cooled down.

Jiang Xun didn't go back to the dormitory, put down the bicycle, and went directly to the rehearsal room.

When Si Feng touched the electric wire, Zhou Chong went to pull her, and the two of them died together.

"Zhou Ping came out of the dining room, pale in color, but calm in spirit." Jiang Xun's voice echoed in the empty rehearsal room, "He walked to the table where Lu Dahai's pistol was placed, pulled out the drawer, took out the pistol, his hand trembled slightly, and slowly walked into the study on the right. ”

This young man, he couldn't accept that Sifeng, who had just died, was his own sister, and he couldn't accept that his second brother Zhou Chong also followed......

The sound of gunfire in the study, the deathly silence in the room.

Jiang Xun slowly raised his hand, the pistol in his hand, he slowly put the gun on his head, well, this seems to be inappropriate, at this time, his heart hurts the most, the pistol should be on his chest.

He held the pushpin in his left hand and held the pistol in his right hand, slowly aiming it at his chest.

There is no greater mourning than death.

Yes, at this time, Zhou Ping's face was not calm, it should be indifferent.

If a person is overly sad, the body will have a self-protection mechanism, instinctively indifferent to deal with it, but after a period of time, it will be heartbreaking, then you can raise the gun in your hand!

The thumbtackin stabbed his palm, and Jiang Xun didn't know how many times he raised his gun and how many times he fell to the ground.

Boom –

Jiang Xun had forgotten the time, he looked out the window, a fiery snake crossed the sky, and the dull thunder was like an iron ball rolling on an iron plate.

……

Tonight there was a lot of thunder.

Teacher Yan Gang can't sleep, these days, there are still classmates who come to knock on the door at night, which makes him sleep very unsteadily at night.

When he got up and walked to the window, he saw the lonely light on the campus.

Who is it and still rehearsing so late?

Holding an umbrella, he walked through the woods on the campus and came to the front of the building, he knew that the rehearsal hall with lights on, in the dark, he quietly pushed open the door of the rehearsal hall, and Jiang Xun fell backwards with a gun.

This kid, Teacher Yan Gang raised his wrist and looked at his watch, it was already more than one o'clock in the morning, he hadn't slept yet, and he was still practicing Zhou Ping's death by himself.

Boom –

There was a thunderstorm outside the window, Jiang Xun suddenly walked towards the door, and Teacher Yan Gang hurriedly flashed into the darkness.

Jiang Xun didn't see him, he went straight downstairs and walked into the rain.

The cold rain poured on him was like extinguishing the fire in his heart.

Yes, yes, the thunderstorm wet the body, the whole body should be stiff, and Zhou Ping should fall slowly, not at once.

Dejected, he walked back to the rehearsal room, drenched from top to bottom, and this time, he raised his gun, aimed it at his chest and pulled the trigger.

Bang –

Jiang Xun's body slowly fell backwards.

His back was facing Teacher Yan Gang, which was a five-second movement of leaning back and falling to the ground, and his body was easy and well-controlled.

Yan Gang can even see the lower waist skills of Peking Opera Wusheng in his body, this difficult slow motion cannot be achieved without more than ten years of profound physical skills.

But Jiang Xun came to act, but he was captured, this child, his Peking Opera stage skills, have not been wasted for a day.

Yan Gang walked away, held an umbrella and returned to the dormitory, but took another bag of things and turned back.

Jiang Xun in the rehearsal room, he suddenly felt that he had confidence in his heart, he felt that his current Zhou Ping was different from Zhou Ping of Su Zhi and Su Min, and also different from Zhou Ping of Pu Cunxi.

My Zhou Ping is done!

At this time, he felt that his body was cold, and he wanted to hurry back to the dormitory, get a dry towel to wipe his hair, and drink some hot water.

Walking to the door, his footsteps stopped, and there was a bag of open animal biscuits next to the door, oh, Jiang Xun pushed open the door of the rehearsal room, and looked around, the lights in the corridor were very dim, and there was no one.

He smiled and picked up a biscuit, a biscuit in the shape of a lion, and put it in his mouth.

……

On October 1, the third version of Renyi's thunderstorm, in the roar of the thunderstorm outside, officially sold tickets.

In the bulletin board under the big locust tree, the thunderstorm is performed

The announcement was also officially posted.

Early in the morning, the citizens of Peking braved the rain to buy tickets, and the queue could go one mile away.

"Gu Wei plays Zhou Puyuan, Gong Lijun plays Fanyi, and Pu Cunxi plays Zhou Ping," a Peking citizen wearing a raincoat, standing under the big locust tree, looking at the announcement, "Oh, Jiang Xun plays Zhou Ping's B corner, Jiang Xun, this young man, is this young man the young master on the first floor in the world, he is still B in this play?" ”