Daiichi Ryo Tokyo.

When he got up early in the morning, there was a knock on the door, and the other party spoke Korean, and Hu Jun was at a loss when he heard it, and he couldn't help but look back at Jiang Xun.

Jiang Xun didn't answer, just looked at the young man in front of him wearing a plaid short-sleeved white T-shirt, his eyes froze, and then his face became vivid, and the person was already walking quickly to the door and opened his arms enthusiastically.

The slender young man also saw Jiang Xun, and he had a smile on his face, but he also smiled and stretched out his hand.

"Jiang Xun."

"Politics and people."

Hu Jun gave way sideways, and the two hands quickly clasped together, and the person who came was the South Korean actor who came to smash the scene yesterday.

Seeing Jiang Xun enthusiastically talking with the South Koreans, He Bing's confused eyes widened, isn't this a matter of violating discipline? Will Teacher Zhu Tong allow it?

However, Teacher Zhu Tong really turned a blind eye, but the vice president strictly demanded that Jiang Xun not go out to meet with the South Koreans.

But this did not stop Jiang Xun's footsteps, he made an appointment with Huang Zhengmin to go to which theater he would play on any day, so that he didn't have to meet, but also met.

Drama has no borders, and although the language barrier is different, the two of them watched foreign dramas together, and performed them exaggeratedly with expressions and movements, and the place where their thoughts coincided was a burst of laughter.

Jiang Xun felt that he had come to Tokyo this time to come to the right place, wandering the streets of Tokyo, watching the dramas of various countries and performing without restraint, which is the nature of a theater person.

Whenever the last act of a play ends, the props are removed, the actors leave, and the theater is empty.

People say that life is like a play, but Jiang Xun feels that the play is like life.

Who doesn't show off the glamour in front of everyone, but doesn't tell the behind-the-scenes stories of working alone and working silently.

Life is like this, and so are dreams.

This is probably the charm of drama, attracting young people to pour into this world like moths to the fire, just like today, the script staged is to watch the play, and the actors are Huang Zhengmin and himself.

Right, it seems that there is no heroine?

Jiang Xun pointed to the program list, Huang Zhengmin did not refuse, he was really not interested in this kind of opera performed by women.

But it was part of the play, and he readily agreed to go.

I don't know, what does the red rose look like in Samarkand? What he was talking about was the repertoire of tonight's performance, an opera performed by the first freshmen of the Takarazuka Song and Dance Troupe.

When it comes to this troupe, it has always been a utopia for women, and now it has a history of more than 100 years.

The cast is divided into 5 groups: "Flower, Moon, Snow, Star, and Celestial", which means the flower of song and dance, the moon of drama, the snow of Japanese things, the star of disguise, and the young ......

It must be mentioned that the members of the Takarazuka Opera Troupe are all unmarried women, and getting married means leaving the troupe, and in addition, the male roles in the performance are also played by girls, so such actors become male servants, and the actors who normally play women become female servants!

It is said that the entrance exam for Takarazuka Music School is very difficult, and the admission interview rate is only 5%, and after two years of learning the basic knowledge and skills of stage performance, you can graduate and enter the Takarazuka Opera Company

In the first year of joining the group, he appeared on the stage for the first time as a "research life"!

It is even more difficult if you want to be a male servant, and it is generally possible for a male servant to lead a male servant ten years after joining the group.

Takarazuka's male servants are not blindly imitating men, but transcending the limitations of gender, showing the appearance of a man that women like, as suave and graceful as an aristocrat, more masculine than men, and more feminine than women......

When the two arrived, the show was not staged.

Sitting quietly under the stage, watching the stage, and experiencing Japanese theater in the beautiful scenes, songs and dances......

Jiang Xun watched and listened to the Japanese in the adjacent seat chanting her name, and he seemed to hear it......

This male servant is called Yuki Amami......

This is a woman with a similar temperament to Lin Qingxia, not even inferior to any Hong Kong star of the same era, she is like a spiritual leader in Japan, and she is also a multi-talented actor in film, television and singing......

"I want to invite her to dinner......" Jiang Xun said with a smile.

He gestured, Huang Zhengmin was very smart and understood what he meant, but he hurriedly waved his hand, this is a female classmate, unlike the two of them, it is a male classmate who has passed the test of drama.

But Jiang Xun knew that this was a woman who did not follow the usual path and had a very individuality.

Yuki Amami was born in a family of beauticians, and his grandmother, as a famous beautician in Tokyo, is known as the magic doctor of Kyoto City, and has accumulated millions of fortunes in the 50s, and many beauty salons have been opened at home, and the business is very hot.

As the only daughter in the family, according to the rules of the Amami Yuki family, Amami Yuki should inherit the mantle and devote herself to the beauty business. However, Yuki Amami decided to apply for Takarazuka Music School.

Under the strong opposition of the family, there is only one person who agrees with Tianhai to stick to her dream, and this person is Tianhai's mother, who says: "You must do what you like, even if the beauty salon goes out of business in your hands." ”

Jiang Xun borrowed paper and pens, found a Japanese volunteer, asked him to help, wrote the name of an izakaya, and wrote a sentence, "The invitation of the young theater people, please come." ”

Finally, he wrote his name in Chinese, and Hwang Jung-min wrote his name.

"Will she come?" Huang Zhengmin gestured, as if he was dumb, and Jiang Xun also gestured, and the two of them made a blind gesture, and they fought over who would invite guests.

This time, Jiang Xun did not refuse, seeing Huang Zhengmin gesturing at himself vigorously, he directly agreed, this time you come to invite.

Ah, Huang Zhengmin looked surprised, but immediately laughed, knowing that he had fallen into a trap, and the two laughed and played in the theater.

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Walking out of the theater, Jiang Xun raised his hand and hailed a taxi.

In the bubble years that have just passed, taxis were easily out of reach, and many people had to endure the indiscriminate price of taxi drivers with a stack of bills in their hands, and they had to tip more, more than the fare.

Taxis are much better now, and they are back to being treated as civilians.

The two got into the car, and the car drove through the bustling streets of Tokyo, the Shibuya intersection, and when the green light was on, people from different directions rushed through the intersection like a tide.

Koreans please eat, never worry about what chicken, duck and fish, what stew, what is fried, steamed and steamed, what is sweet and sour, what is seven big plates and eight big bowls...... Here, you're invited to eat, and you may end up with a bowl of tonkotsu ramen or a few drinks at an izakaya.

Of course, in this life, Jiang Xun stepped into an izakaya in Tokyo, Japan for the first time.

In the eyes of the Japanese, sake is sake, and if you eat it at an izakaya, you will probably be seen as a laity with a craving

, from the hairy boy who has just entered the society to the old fritter who was born early, no one goes for the food of the izakaya.

The alleys are full of fireworks, walking past red lanterns, and raising rope curtains, the atmosphere inside is always very warm.

In the warm yellow light, ceramic dishes, log bar, Japanese office workers in white shirts and black briefcases relaxed their tense nerves, chatted and laughed with the proprietress across the bar, and enjoyed the comfort brought by food and wine.

As soon as the two entered, the proprietress came up to greet them warmly, put two small dishes on the table, and then waited quietly on the side to order.