In October 1989, the thunderstorm continued to roar on the stage of the Capital Theater.

Building 22 of Muxidi, Mr. Cao Yu's residence, a guest came today, saying that he was a guest, but in fact he was also a student of Mr. Cao Yu.

"Teacher, this drama is really good, and Zhou Ping is especially good." Liu Housheng sat respectfully opposite Cao Yu, talking about the big and small things on the theater stage these days.

At the moment, the biggest event is the thunderstorm performance.

"Xiao Pu is good." Cao Yu looked at the latest issue of Chinese drama sent by Liu Housheng, and slowly saw Jiang Xun's name.

"Xiao Pu's drama is good, and this young man is also good." Liu Housheng leaned over and pointed to the article he wrote for Jiang Xun with his finger, "It is very infectious, and it is also very dramatic." ”

Oh, Cao Yu was noncommittal, he was reading Liu Housheng's article carefully.

Cao Yu's lover, Sister Li Yuru, smiled and poured tea for Liu Housheng, leaving him to eat here at noon.

"No, there is something else in the club in the afternoon, I'll come to see you another day." Liu Housheng stood up, these days, he vaguely heard that a young actor who Mr. Cao Yu had commented on Renyi was a waist-slumping actor, and later he knew that the actor in Cao Yu's mouth was Jiang Xun.

But now Jiang Xun, he doesn't feel like he's slumped, he's already straightened up!

The lunch at noon was very simple, after Cao Yu took a nap, he took the Chinese drama in his hand again, but put it down gently.

After dinner in the evening, when the driver Shi Qunji was about to go home, Cao Yu stopped him, "Uncle Shi, I have to work hard for you at night, accompany me to the Capital Theater to watch a play." ”

Shi Qunji drove a special car for Cao Yu from five or eight years until his death.

"I just see that you have been unsettled," Li Yuru had already taken Cao Yu's coat, "You go now, is it too late?" ”

"It's okay, I'll drive faster." Shi Qunji smiled and went to start the car as he spoke.

The car was speeding all the way to the Capital Theater, and the bell of Renyi had just rang.

So, Xia Chun was already standing at the door, the tickets had been sold, and the audience could not be refunded, and Mr. Cao Yu could not grab the audience's tickets, so he could only watch the play behind the stage.

When the curtain opened, Cao Yu's face remained silent, observing everyone on the stage and Jiang Xun.

Although I couldn't understand why Cao Yu came to watch the play at this time, neither Zhi nor Xia Chun asked.

After sending Cao Yu to the car, he said, "Tomorrow, let the young actors come to my house." ”

Oh, so Zhi and Xia Chun both laughed, this is an affirmation and praise for young actors.

"Let Zhou Ping come along."

When it was over, he added another sentence, and the special car drove into the night.

Zhou Ping?

So Zhihe and Xia Chun finally understood why the old dean came to see the play at this time, he came to see the thunderstorm, Zhou Ping, and Zhou Ping on the stage - Jiang Xun.

"That's good news, we have to tell Xunzi about it." So the joy went up.

In fact, Jiang Xun was in a similar situation to Yu Yuan, when Premier Zhou criticized him, he published an article in the newspaper to alert and motivate himself.

He also knew that although this young man didn't say anything or write, Jiang Xun always kept Mr. Cao Yu's evaluation in mind.

But so Zhi and Xia Chun couldn't find Jiang Xun, and even the actors Zheng Tianwei and Wu Gang on the stage couldn't find Jiang Xun.

Jiang Xun didn't actually go anywhere, he stayed on the stage for a while longer.

At the end of the play, looking at the empty seats under the stage, he was still experiencing Zhou Ping, and only at this time, unconsciously, these things like drama would be immersed in his blood and body little by little, along with some sensory memories.

The stage lights have long been extinguished, and through the dark corridor, through the corridor, is the dressing room.

In the early years, the actors used sesame oil to remove makeup, and at that time, the smell of sesame oil permeated the entire backstage, and now there is a special makeup remover oil, smelling this fragrant smell, Jiang Xun's heart became more and more calm.

"Xunzi, why did you come back......

A group of people found the dressing room in a blink of an eye, "Good news, Mr. Cao Yu will meet us tomorrow." ”

Oh –

Jiang Xun's heart jumped suddenly, he felt something hot reach his throat, and he forcibly pressed it down again.

"Go for it......"

Director Xia Chun smiled, he understood that in the hearts of these children, being able to go to No. 22 Muxidi was simply a pilgrimage journey.

……

In Beiping in October, the sky is high and cool, and today's sky is exceptionally blue.

Pu Cunxi, Jiang Xun, Zheng Tianwei, Wu Gang, and Gong Lijun sat a little restrained opposite Mr. Cao Yu, eating the snacks and sweets prepared by Aunt Li Yuru.

Cao Yu doesn't seem to be a master of drama, nor is he a master of off-stage commentary, he looks at this group of children with a smile on his face.

This version of "Thunderstorm" is a milestone in the history of the performance of "Thunderstorm" by Peking Renyi.

"I feel that your performance has a more in-depth explanation of the individuality of the characters, getting rid of the shackles of the past conceptualization, and returning to the nature of the characters...... Mr. Cao Yu finally said of Lei Yu.

Jiang Xun also feels that this version of the thunderstorm has returned to the basic point of Cao Yu's play, which originally played about human nature, not class, and not struggle.

"This time the young actors played very well and had achievements, and I am very happy to see your generation of young people." He looked at Jiang Xun, "Jiang Xun? ”

Jiang Xun quickly stood up.

"Your Zhou Ping is different from Xiaopu's, let's talk about it."

Jiang Xun didn't expect him to be the first to call his name, he pondered for a long time before organizing the language, "I feel like I haven't understood Zhou Ping yet." ”

Oh, this sentence was beyond Cao Yu's expectations.

"I can only get close to Zhou Ping, and I will never be able to become Zhou Ping, you may be the same, I haven't seen Zhou Ping who really satisfies you, we are all approaching your hope......"

Mr. Cao Yu may not have seen a thunderstorm performance that satisfies him in his lifetime, because thunderstorms are endless.

"As an actor, when I truly understand Zhou Ping, I'm afraid I'm going to reach the age of playing Zhou Puyuan."

"Oh, you still want to play Zhou Puyuan?" Mr. Cao Yu smiled, everyone laughed too, and the atmosphere in the living room became harmonious at once.

"I remember your Tang Maochang, and I have also seen your Li Fulin, I am very impressed, and now you play Zhou Ping again, it's all very good."

All good?

Jiang Xun felt that these three words were heavy, he smiled, but his chest breathed a sigh of relief, back then, the waist-slumping actor who was said by Mr. Cao Yu in person, now Mr. Cao Yu commented on three words in front of him-

It's all good!

"Hey, did you hear that?" When Cao Yu got up, he quietly touched Wu Gang.

"Hear what?" Wu Gang blinked his little eyes.

"Brother Pu?" Jiang Xun didn't want to pay attention to him anymore, "Did you hear that?" ”

"The old dean didn't say he wanted to give us something." Pu Cunxi was a little puzzled, he listened to every word of Mr. Cao Yu in his heart.

"Sister Lijun, did you hear that?" Jiang Xun was unwilling, he regretted that he didn't bring Renyi to the stage record, he should really let him write it down and write it in the Renyi drama file.

"I heard it," Gong Lijun replied with a smile, "Didn't the old dean say that our young actors acted well and had achievements?" ”

Hey –

Jiang Xun licked his lips fiercely, did you mean it?