Don't blame these young actors, Cao Yu specially received them, everyone was excited and at a loss, not like Lin Daiyu Yujiafu, but it was really like a teacher seeing Confucius, and a carpenter met Lu Ban, yes, it was the feeling of seeing the ancestral master.

Mr. Cao Yu turned back and handed a collection of articles written by himself to Pu Cunxi, who quickly and respectfully took it.

The meeting was not long, but it was raining outside, and it seemed that the rain would not stop for a while.

But in less than two hours, everyone stood up, and Mr. Cao Yu had other activities.

"Old dean," Jiang Xun also learned the name of a human actor, in fact, Cao Yu is still the dean of Chinese opera, "Can I ask, can you give Zhou Ping a few words?" ”

Wu Gang couldn't help but glance at him, what inscribed a few words to Zhou Ping, isn't it Jiang Xun's own words that he wants Cao Yu, under the pretext of being a Han Xiang, he is really a thief! I came to Mr. Cao Yu to steal words.

Cao Yu looked at Jiang Xun, did not agree or refuse, "Next time," he looked at the thunderstorm outside the window, "How did you come here?" ”

When they came, Pu Cunxi, Wu Gang and Zheng Tianwei all came by bicycle, but Jiang Xun and Gong Lijun came by bus.

"I'll take you for a while." Cao Yu smiled, "Uncle Shi, get ready for the car." ”

Domestic big red flag!

Oh......

Jiang Xun looked at Gong Lijun, Gong Lijun was also looking at him, this was the first time Gong Lijun took a car, and this was also the first time Jiang Xun took a car after being reborn.

Sitting in the spacious car, looking at the pedestrians outside the window, Jiang Xun really had a feeling of being in a different world, the rain was too heavy, Mr. Cao Yu sent them back to school directly, and he had to go to the hospital himself.

At this time, it is the time when the Chinese opera class ends, the campus is full of flower umbrellas, raincoats everywhere, and the autumn rain sweeps away, and the leaves are quietly looking up at the branches in the damp rain.

"Xunzi." If you don't say that He Widow is He Widow, the classmates all looked at the big red flag, and he saw the person sitting inside.

"Mr. Cao Yu, Mr. Cao Yu......" He Bing couldn't speak.

Jiang Xun and Gong Lijun were actually sent back to Renyi by Mr. Cao Yu in person, and they were in Mr. Cao's car.

Before the rain stopped, the news spread in Renyi, and even Dean Xu Xiaozhong heard it.

In the afternoon class, Wang Zhiwen was still laughing and scolding, but Jiang Xun's vision was also a little special, and Teacher Yan Gang even asked Jiang Xun, what is going on?

This time, Gong Lijun seemed to have enlightened, "Mr. Cao Yu said that he had watched Jiang Xun's play......"

Oh –

A group of students from Class 8 and 7 blinked, which is not surprising, but the next sentence is amazing," he said, Xunzi's several plays are very good. ”

It's all good!

"Then he's not a waist-down actor, he's a good actor!" He Bing immediately gave Jiang Xun a fixed character, "This year, let Mr. Cao Yu say these three words, it's worth it." ”

It's worth it, Jiang Xun stood up more and more upright.

Yan Gang looked at him, this is a tall back, walking in the golden autumn of Chinese opera, walking in the fruitful campus.

……

Tonight is the last performance of the thunderstorm.

What Cao Yu, So Zhi, Xia Chun and others didn't expect was that the old man watched Renyi's performance again.

In Shanghai, he held a symposium on north-south theater, and this time, he cordially visited the actors of Renyi and shook hands with them one by one.

On the third day, senior officials of the Ministry of Culture commended the thunderstorm crew on behalf of the Ministry of Culture and brought bonuses.

The certificate of commendation was red, and the ink on it didn't seem to have dried.

"Comrade Jiang Xun, who has made outstanding achievements in the performance of the drama thunderstorm, will be rewarded, and this certificate is specially issued for encouragement."

Me, does this count as an award?

Jiang Xun looked at Wu Gang with an excited face.

"Count, why don't you count, this is not your name, this is not Jiang Xun," Wu Gang's small eyes narrowed again, "You are what Mr. Cao Yu called a very good actor." ”

Oh, at this time, he finally remembered.

……

When encountering a happy event, Jiang Xunte wanted to find Yang Zhe.

The phone called, and after a long time, Yang Zhe finally called back, she only said that she would have dinner together in the evening and hung up the phone.

In fact, as early as October 13, Yang Zhe entered a closed state, and it was not until the evening that Jiang Xun learned that the all-army art show had begun, and the dance drama "Boy and Daughter Walking on the Smoke of Gunpowder" starring her would officially compete.

After the performance, the award-winning actors of the Army Art Troupe from all over the country attended the banquet together.

Yang Zhe quietly called the waiter aside, "Comrade, can the dishes here be packed and taken away?" Jiang Xun said that he was going to eat together at night, he should still be hungry now, thinking of this, Yang Zhe was distressed.

The waiter smiled, this actress who won the first prize in the National Art Show is very beautiful and has a good temperament, and now she is the focus of the audience.

Let's just say that on the literary and artistic front of the whole army in the future, who doesn't know Yang Zhe, but even Yang Zhe can't do it, he can't pack it, but the menu can be taken away.

The night was dark, the performance ended in a wave of applause, when Yang Zhe stepped out of the hall, her heart moved, in front, on the empty street, that familiar figure on a bicycle was looking here.

"Yang Zhe, where are you going?" Behind her, the leader was eager to stop the pillars of the group, but she had already rushed to the station where she would no longer miss an appointment in the night.

In the courtyard, Jiang Xun put noodles on a simple alcohol stove, "Well, is the banquet delicious?" Are you not full? ”

"It's not tasty, huh...... Not as delicious as noodles. Yang Zhe looked up at him, his eyes were filled with endless satisfaction.

The noodles are ready, and on the side are two red certificates, oh, one is a commendation certificate, and the other is a certificate of the first prize of the all-army art show dance!

"Congratulations, Comrade Yang Zhe, for winning the first prize in the dance group of the all-army parade." Jiang Xun picked up Yang Zhe's certificate and saluted with a smile.

"Congratulations, Comrade Jiang Xun, for receiving a special commendation from the Ministry of Culture." Yang Zhe also picked up Jiang Xun's certificate and returned the gift with a smile.

Oh, I didn't expect that the girl who was like a flower and a water, the salute was so heroic!

"Do we have to leave a commemorative ......?" Jiang Xun suggested, but he didn't have a camera here.

He walked to the mirror, picked up Yang Zhe's red certificate, and put it on his chest, and Yang Zhe also walked over and held the certificate on his chest.

Under the light, there is a red certificate, a smiling face of youth, and the fragrance of youth.

Forgive me for not preparing the camera in advance, and let the mirror retain our fragrant years.

……

Winning awards together, eating together, and sending Yang Zhe home are the happiest things for Jiang Xun now.

The deep blue sky is as clear as washing, and the stars shine with a mysterious glow.

Yang Zhe sat on the back seat of the bicycle, on the side of the road

The dim street lamps and mottled shadows of the trees quietly receded.

"In the distant night sky, there is a crooked moon, and below the crooked moon is the crooked bridge, and next to the small bridge, there is a crooked boat, and the crooked boat is leisurely, and it is the childhood Gillian ......"

On the empty street, Yang Zhe showed her singing voice with satisfaction, she no longer suppressed her voice, nor did she suppress her emotions.

"Gillian rocked the boat and sang that old ballad, and the song floated in the wind and floated to my face......"

Jiang Xun, who was panting from the ride, also answered breathlessly, but turned his head and smiled evilly, "Look, look at my face......"

Well?

"Look at the ballad on my face?"

Yang Zhe didn't answer, she just smiled and slapped Jiang Xun's back with her hand, and in the late autumn night breeze, she quietly leaned her head on this sturdy back......

Me, is it his Gillian?