1979: My fiancée is a goddess

Chapter 150 Beautiful Drama Tour (Five Thousand)

It is now late April, Qingming Festival has passed, but the plum rain season has not yet left.

It has been drizzling in the capital during this period, and the city is somewhat flooded.

The roads in many alleys have long been deformed and muddy, with yellowish water puddling everywhere. When bicycles pass by, they stir up strings of sewage.

Xinjiekou Street, HD District.

A blue and white bus drove slowly from the street corner to the school gate. Black smoke was coming out from the rear of the bus. The blue and white exterior was covered with dried mud and water, and the wheels were covered with mud. The whole car had just stopped and was shaking and buzzing.

This is a long-distance bus from Tianjin to BJ, and it has obviously been a long journey.

"crunch~"

The old-fashioned folding coach door opened, and the narrow door squeezed out the crowd at once.

"Ouch...don't push when you get off the bus, or you'll get pushed into the mud."

Forty-six-year-old Huang Huilin looked haggard. She was wearing a black coat. After more than ten days of wind, frost, rain and snow, the black coat was covered with a layer of oil that reflected light.

At this time, she was pushed down by the passengers behind her and almost stepped into a mud puddle. Fortunately, her husband Shaowu pulled her in time.

"Okay, okay, let's go home and wash up first."

Her husband Shao Wu patted Huang Huilin on the shoulder and spoke in a gentle voice.

The two went to Tianjin University for academic exchanges at the end of March. They ended the exchange three days ago and boarded a long-distance bus back to Beijing.

"Ah."

Huang Huilin nodded and looked up at the two iron lions at the gate of Beijing Normal University not far away. It has been almost a month since he last saw these two lions, and he missed them a lot.

The two walked back to the new teachers' dormitory and met several acquaintances who greeted them on the way.

"Teacher Huang is back. How was the academic exchange this time?"

"It's pretty good. The teachers and students of Tianjin University are very enthusiastic. It's just inconvenient to wash. Teacher Niu, look at your clothes. They are all greasy."

The husband Shao Wu said with a wry smile, pulling his clothes.

"Go back and wash up quickly. I won't disturb you two... Oh, by the way! Teacher Huang, your Beiguo Drama Club has been very impressive recently. The new play you rehearsed has been highly praised by the teachers and students of our Beijing Normal University. Didn't you know about this?"

The female teacher surnamed Niu waved her hand and suddenly remembered that the teacher Huang Huilin in front of her was the instructor of the Northern Drama Club.

"Thank you very much, it's all the students themselves..." Huang Huilin said modestly subconsciously. She pushed her glasses embarrassedly, and then was stunned when she heard the following words.

She didn't remember asking her classmates to rehearse any new drama?
However, this reminded her that the drama club seemed to have co-organized a drama tour with a club from Peking University this month.

But she was suddenly sent to do academic exchanges and was not in the society during this period...

Thinking of this, Huang Huilin's face changed.

"Hmm? New play...what new play?"

Her husband Shao Wu was also one of the founders of the Northern Theater Society. Hearing this, he couldn't help but ask curiously.

Unexpectedly, while he and his wife were not at school, the Northern Drama Club had come up with a new drama. These little guys in the drama club are quite amazing!
"A love letter!

When the children in the drama club saw that you were not in school and the tour was imminent, they were as anxious as ants on a hot pan, so they found Comrade Xiao Cheng from our school.

Our great talent took one step and directly changed "Love Letter" into a drama, it's so authentic!

Especially the piano music composed by Comrade Xiao Cheng himself, coupled with the scene of snow flying in the sky in the love letter, it is so beautiful!

The tour will officially begin at six o'clock tonight in the auditorium, and this show will last for three hours."

Teacher Niu gave a thumbs up and spoke with great joy.

Yesterday, Teacher Niu and Lin Xiaohong went to the activity room to watch their rehearsal. The scene was really beautiful.

It is said that the students who went to watch the rehearsal blocked the old club building which was rarely visited, which shows how popular "Love Letter" is.

love letter?

Is this a piano piece composed by Comrade Xiao Cheng himself?

Is the tour starting tonight?
Huang Huilin was a little confused and turned to look at her husband Shao Wu.

These words are easy to understand, so why do they confuse people when they are put together?

They knew that Love Letter was the work of Cheng Kaiyan. During exchanges at Tianjin University, Huang Huilin often saw students discussing this work. After knowing that they were also teachers at Beijing Normal University like Cheng Kaiyan, the students became even more enthusiastic.

"Teacher Niu means that our Chinese Department's comrade Cheng Kaiyan helped the drama club change the love letter and even composed a piece of music as the background music for the drama?"

Shao Wu tried to sort it out, and while asking questions, he was shocked.

Comrade Xiao Cheng is such a good calligrapher and can also play music?

This is a versatile artist!

"Let's go! Let's go back and take a shower first, then go to the drama club!"

Huang Huilin's eyes were full of curiosity; she wanted to see how amazing the drama created by Comrade Xiao Cheng was!
The two of them went home to fetch some water and took a quick shower, and with their hair still wet, they hurried towards the auditorium.

The door of the auditorium was closed, and there were a few students watching from the windows outside.

Because the tour is starting tonight, there are a lot fewer people watching the rehearsal. Everyone is looking forward to the official tour in the evening.

There was a slightly sad piano sound outside the door.

Huang Huilin raised her eyebrows after hearing this, raised her index finger and placed it between her lips, signaling her husband to stop and be quiet. She then gently closed her eyes and felt the melody of the piano music.

"This song is really beautiful, the melody is smooth and varied..."

Huang Huilin whispered, his eyes full of amazement.

"indeed so."

The two looked through the window for a while and breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that the children did the right thing by asking Teacher Cheng for advice this time, as they could not find any fault with the play.

"Let's go, don't disturb their rehearsal, let's just pretend we were never here."

The husband Shao Wu whispered.

"it is good."

The two turned and left.

But Cheng Kaiyan still caught a glimpse of the two figures in the activity room.

"Alright! Rehearsal is over, everyone can go and have a rest. Gather in the school auditorium at 5pm. Although this is the first public tour, don't be nervous. Got it?"

Cheng Kaiyan withdrew her gaze and comforted the actors on the stage.

It is now 2:30 in the afternoon, and there are still three and a half hours before the official tour starts at 6:30, and everyone is feeling a little nervous.

"understood."

The members nodded in unison, with nervousness but more of anticipation on their faces.

……

As the news spread, students from all the universities and even high schools in Beijing knew that the play to be performed by Beijing Normal University was "Love Letter".

This love novel, which has been published for less than a month, is so amazing in the hearts of young people, just like how much they are looking forward to the dialogue drama "Love Letter".

"Song Dandan! You are going to Beijing Normal University too!"

“Yes, the first play of the drama tour is Love Letter by Beijing Normal University. I am really looking forward to Ms. Hiroko’s performance. She is so gentle.

I also want to meet Comrade Cheng Kaiyan and ask him how he could write such a poetic novel! "

"How are you...I'm fine."

The girl with fair skin and golden hair stood in the wind, holding her chest with her hands, chanting with a look of longing on her face.

"Artistic youth."

Ma Dongmei, a high school classmate, sighed as she looked at the girl in front of her who had been called a golden monkey and a Romanian since she was a child.

Song Dandan, who is only 19 years old, is becoming more and more beautiful.

But this also caused a lot of trouble. This guy failed the college entrance examination and had to repeat his grade.

However, due to falling in love during the repeat year, he was unable to concentrate on his studies and his academic performance plummeted.

This girl even ran away from home to her aunt's house in Qingdao on the eve of the college entrance examination. She was eventually found by her father. She had no idea whether she could enter college. She was a very rebellious girl.

Some time ago, Song Dandan saw the "Love Letter" published in "People's Literature" and was immediately stunned. She had failed the college entrance examination because of her love relationship, and now she was deeply in love and couldn't extricate herself.

"Then let's go together!"

"No! I want to go with my partner!"

Song Dandan shook her head firmly, with a hint of shyness appearing on her face just right.

"There's no hope for you!!"

Ma Dongmei covered her face with her hands, making a sharp and piercing explosion.

……

The small stage built some time ago at Peking University’s Weiming Lake has been dismantled.

Although the drama tour organized by Peking University and Beijing Normal University is only a spontaneous activity organized by students, many schools have expressed their desire to participate.

With such a big commotion, school leaders had to take it seriously, especially after watching the outstanding performance that night. The stage for Peking University's touring performance was set up in the auditorium.

hall.

A group of people were rehearsing intensely on the stage, and on the red chairs below the stage, several club leaders were talking.

"Junior Brother Liu Yuan, there will be a performance at Beijing Normal University tonight. Will you go?"

Cha Jianying patted the shoulder of Liu Yuan, the handsome and talented history student in front of her, and recalled his bold words some time ago, and teased with a smile.

"Go! Of course! I want to see how they perform."

Liu Yuan said with a unhappy look on his face.

During this period of time, news about the drama "Love Letter" has spread throughout Peking University, and many people were amazed after watching the rehearsal at Beijing Normal University.

This put Liu Yuan under a lot of psychological pressure, but after seeing it with his own eyes, he still felt a little unwilling to accept it.

Where does your talent, Cheng Kaiyan, come from?
"It's time, let's go. If we don't go now, I'm afraid there won't be any seats left in the auditorium of Beijing Normal University today."

At this time, Chen Jiangong came over with two girls, Ning Wanjia and Ye Ming.

It can be said that the news that Beijing Normal University will publicly perform the play "Love Letter" tonight has almost swept the circles of many intellectuals and literary youth in Beijing. Everyone is extremely curious and looking forward to it.

How stunning and beautiful it is when that story, like snow, blooms on the stage.

……

Half past five in the afternoon.

In the quiet campus of Beijing Normal University, many young people suddenly appeared on the playground. Some were walking on the campus, some were running on the playground, and some were reciting poems on the podium with books in their hands.

They come from various districts, colleges and high schools in Beijing, and they all have one thing in common, that is, they are loyal readers of "Love Letter".

You can even see reporters holding cameras and with press cards hanging on their chests taking pictures on campus.

"Wow! The scenery of Beijing Normal University is quite beautiful! I don't want to apply to Peking University anymore, I want to apply to Beijing Normal University."

Song Wan said in a crisp voice, holding her elder brother Song Jianming with one hand and her little niece Song Zhiwei with the other.

"Nonsense, you are a promising student of Peking University!"

Song Jianming said helplessly, how can Beijing Normal University compare to Peking University!
This girl is fooling around again.

Looking at his daughter and sister at hand, Song Jianming suddenly felt a sense of happiness.

This is a feeling I haven't had in recent years.

My daughter, wife, and sister make for a happy and harmonious family.

Although he and his wife have divorced now, perhaps humans are very despicable creatures. They can only feel happiness when it is in the future and they can touch it by standing on tiptoe.

"It's my uncle!"

Suddenly, her daughter Song Zhiwei jumped up and pointed at Cheng Kaiyan who was not far away on the playground and shouted in a childish voice.

"Zhiwei?"

Cheng Kaiyan was taking her mother and Zhan Xinyu's family for a walk on the playground when she heard a noise. She turned around and saw that it was the little girl from Sister Shang Cui's family.

Everyone chatted for a while, and as the performance time arrived, people walked into the school auditorium one after another.

"Pearl, beer, soda, mineral water, hey, please put your feet down."

Several young men were carrying wooden boxes and selling snacks in the auditorium.

This model of small vendors is no longer considered speculation, and the government also encourages private economy.

Many such small vendors appeared on the streets of Beijing, and the whole city seemed to come alive.

The auditorium was bustling and lively.

Soon, the clear voice of Liu Zhiyi from the Northern Theater Society came from the loudspeaker:

"Dear teachers, dear students, dear leaders, and comrades!

Now, I announce the first college drama tour in Beijing, and the first performance will officially begin at Beijing Normal University.

The plays performed today include "Love Letter" by the Northern Drama Society and "The Red Detachment of Women" by the May Fourth Literature Society of Beijing Normal University. Please stay tuned, the performances are about to begin."

As soon as he finished speaking, the curtains all around were drawn, and the crystal chandelier on the ceiling of the auditorium suddenly went out, leaving the surroundings in darkness.

"It's about to begin!"

At this moment, there was a click on the stage and the lights came on.

The audience raised their heads to look at the stage. In the corner of the stage, a young man in a tuxedo was sitting upright and elegantly in front of the piano, his figure enveloped by white light.

"It's Brother Yan!"

"It's my uncle!"

Zhan Xinyu pointed at the man on the stage excitedly, puffed out her chest proudly, her eyes full of admiration.

This is her brother!

Such exclamations fell into the ears of the audience nearby, and they could not help but look at the young man on the stage in shock.

Unexpectedly, the young man playing the piano was actually Cheng Kaiyan, a talented scholar from Beijing Normal University.

It’s incredible!
"It's amazing. You're not only good at writing, but you can also play the piano."

Jiang Ting, Ye Ming and Ning Wanjia were sitting in the third row. Ye Ming said with great emotion.

Jiang Ting agrees with this, but...

This guy can actually play the piano? What is he hiding from me?
I'm really angry about the bad guys!

"Just give it a try."

Ning Wanjia snorted. Even though she disliked it, she had to admit the talent of Cheng Kaiyan.

……

In front of the piano.

Cheng Kaiyan's fingers danced, and her slender and beautiful fingers jumped on the black and white keys of the piano, like a pair of butterflies dancing in a black and white world.

Then there was a soothing sound, and the sound of a gentle piano suddenly rose up.

It was the song "Streets Blown by the Wind" that Cheng Kaiyan subconsciously played when she touched the piano keys for the first time when she returned home.

The soothing piano music suddenly cleared the restless minds of the audience, as if the wind was blowing gently on the street.

The wind brought different emotions and memories, a touch of sadness, but also a hint of warmth and hope spreading in the auditorium.

Everyone was immersed in this unknown piano piece.

"What a sad piano piece, but I think it goes well with the love letter."

"I really admire Comrade Xiao Cheng's talent."

As the audience was amazed, the sound of the piano faded, snowflakes slowly fell from the sky above, and white mist spread from all around.

The black curtain slowly opened, and the scene of ancestral temple sacrifice appeared before our eyes, and the actors came on stage.

The pretty and cold-faced woman, wearing a black coat and taking heavy steps, walked onto the stage hand in hand with the middle-aged woman with an aged face, and paid tribute to her dead fiancé in front of the tablet.

The speaker rang with a woman's calm breathing and heavy nasal voice, "My condolences, Mrs. Andai."

"Thank you, Hiroko... You know, this child is extremely lonely."

The two women who lost their son and their lover comforted each other, burned incense, and worshiped each other. Snowflakes fell on Ms. Hiroko's face, and the cold and wetness extinguished the incense sticks.

"This must be a prank of his."

In a quiet environment, the rhythm of the drama proceeded at a leisurely pace. The two burned incense and returned to Fujii Itsuki's room to see his childhood photo album and recorded the non-existent address.

……

"Impossible! How is it possible?"

Qiu Ye looked at the letter in front of him and yelled hysterically, and a fierce conflict broke out between the two.

The first act ends, the curtain is drawn, and there is a short break.

The audience savored the plot.

After the second act begins.

The two decided to go and check, but when they failed to find the person, they looked back and saw a woman riding a bicycle passing by.

"Ms. Fujii Itsuki!"

The man didn't hear it.

……

"Are you jealous of that child?"

"Yes."

……

When the white wall of letter paper appeared in front of the audience, everyone was amazed at the author's imagination.

I actually thought of using a wall of stationery to replace the time and space conversion of letter exchange.

……

"Ms. Fujii Itsuki, could you please tell me everything about him?"

"The fastest way is to send you my head, along with those scattered and trivial memories."

The girl who plays two roles, her distressed voice rings in the ears of the audience.

"Dear Ms. Hiroko Watanabe, I didn't send this letter because I'm shy..."

On the stage, a woman wrapped in a scarf stopped in front of the wall of stationery.

The second act ends.

The opening of the third act brought back memories to everyone’s eyes.

It was a picture of a group of students in simple school uniforms, sitting on benches and listening to the class.

Deliberately taking the wrong English test paper, two identical names on duty on the blackboard, a boy fighting over a girl, a paper bag on a girl's head while riding a bike, a boy leaning on the railing reading a book, peeking at her from time to time...

At the very end, all the lights in the venue went out, leaving only the sound of the movie projector.

Only then did the audience realize that the black screen had turned into a movie projection screen, and familiar piano music echoed in their ears.

The flickering light of the projector fell on the screen, and a beautiful, hazy, short film appeared before the eyes of countless people:
The warm and gentle sunshine, the translucent gauze curtains, the dust floating in the air and the smell of rotting wood, the sunshine leaves a faint light path in it.

The boy and girl looked at each other with timid and shy eyes like fawns.

The scene on the screen will be unforgettable for everyone.

Especially Liu Xiaoqing in the crowd, who was pulling the factory director's clothes and saying something excitedly.

Zha Jianying, Chen Jiangong and others all looked at their history department's great talent Liu Yuan, only to see him staring blankly at the stage and saying with a sense of defeat, "I'm not as good as him."

the next day.

The reporter of Beijing Evening News reported this novel, beautiful, touching and sad drama in this way:

"It's like watching a life buried in the past..."

(End of this chapter)