nostalgic

"Teacher Tang, it's time for you to take the stage." The young staff came to remind me softly during the performance at the Lucheng Theater the next afternoon.

"Yes, I see." Tang Yun cleared her throat and straightened her clothes in front of the mirror.

In the second year after Tang Yun moved into Jane's house, she was selected by Jane Huailin's friend Qi Ming to act in a play. The cooperation relationship between the two lasted delicately from Tang Yun's teens to the end of Tang Yun's twenties. In real life, Tang Yun has changed from a high school student to a professional drama actor, and the roles in the play have gradually changed from a single girl to mature women, young women, office workers and various unexpected and bizarre roles.

"Why did you choose me in the first place?" Tang Yun asked Qi Ming such a question during the rehearsal of the new play.

"I remember that when you first arrived at Jane's house, Huailin was worried that Jane Lai would neglect you if he said less, so he told me to take you with me when I picked Jane Lai to play in the troupe. Looking back, I caught the light flowing in your eyes in the audience, and the 16-year-old girl in front of you who was fascinated by the dialogue drama at a glance is really unforgettable." Qi Ming recalled that his eyes blurred in the past.

At that time, Tang Yun first arrived at Jane's house, and she was unfamiliar with everything around her. The sudden sojourn life made Tang Yun inexplicably terrified. The night before she moved to Jane's house, countless episodes of forbearance because of living under the fence appeared in Tang Yun's mind. But none of that happened in real life.

Uncle Jian is like a chivalrous man in a martial arts drama, with an old-fashioned and warm heart. He thinks ahead in everything and cares about the feelings of Tang Wen and his daughter. Jian Lai hides like a fungus growing on a wooden table every day after school, immersed in wood and curves. in the world.

When Uncle Jian saw that Jian Lai regarded the addition of two people in his family as if he had added two decorations, he was secretly anxious. The person who brought the light was Qi Ming. That day Qi Ming went to Jian's house to talk to Jian Huailin about additional investment. Jian Huailin Although he doesn't understand art, he has always loved talents, and he agreed without hearing a few words from Qi Ming. Qi Ming was very happy when he heard that the investment was settled, so he chatted with Jian Huailin and Hu Tianhai. During the conversation, Qi Ming listened to Jian Huailin In a worried tone, he mentioned his daughter Jane Lai who was obsessed with making pianos all day long.

"I'll take Jane Lai to the troupe some other day. That place will make quiet people crazy, and crazy people quiet." Qi Ming suggested with his eyes blurred for a few seconds.

"That's great. When you come to pick up Jane Lai later, don't forget to bring Yunyun with you." Jian Huailin motioned Qi Ming to look at the gentle girl who was sitting on the steps outside the door listening to music with her earphones plugged in. "Yun Yun is my brother Wen's daughter. Brother Wen and I grew up together. Because of this, I really hope that our children can become good friends. Speaking of which, my daughter has grown so old that she doesn't even have a real friend. "Jane Huailin knocked on the table and sighed.

Qi Ming could hear the weight of these two children in Jian Huailin's heart, so he took this matter to heart. On that rest day, Qi Ming took Jian Lai and Tang Yun to the theater. After a dozen, Tang Yun looked at the fatally attractive light on the stage as if she had found her direction in life.

"Teacher Tang, would you like a cigarette?" After stepping off the stage, Tang Yun took the cigarette handed over by the staff, flashed into the corridor, lit it and took a few big puffs. The misty and soft smoke rings floated into the air one by one and then dissipated.

"The curtain call is coming soon, where is everyone?" A text message from senior Su Lan popped up on the screen of the phone.

Tang Yun flicked the ash off the cigarette butt, got up and swept the dust stuck to her pants.

At the curtain call, Tang Yun walked up to the stage with everyone and bowed to the audience. When she bent down, Tang Yun's eyes swept across the auditorium. She seemed to see those bright black eyes. When she raised her head, Tang Yun looked for Jane Lai in the crowd. Leaving behind a figure with exaggerated strides, Tang Yun frowned and looked at it for a long time.

After the show, my colleagues celebrated the success of the first performance of the new drama in a restaurant near the theater. The men and women unloaded their heavy burdens and got drunk. Tang Yun watched them laughing like crazy, and secretly lamented that it had been a long time since Such a relaxed vibe.

Tang Yun's theater troupe has become more and more sluggish in recent years. It has been on the verge of disbanding several times. Pian Feng rehearsed a Lily-oriented drama, but he didn't expect that this last fight would bring unexpected enthusiasm, and the pure and melancholy style made people feel really amazing.

"What do you think when you see this scene?" Qi Ming sat down beside Tang Yun holding a wine glass at some point.

"Guess why you bet the fate of the troupe on such an unpopular play. When I first mentioned it, everyone thought it was absurd." Tang Yun looked at the colleagues not far away who were having a good time.

"It's not a speculative businessman betting on a bet, but a troupe returning to the status of an art worker with the heart of death, thinking that he must follow his heart to arrange a play, unconventional and not deliberately please the audience. Under such a premise, even I I don't know what the result will be." Qi Ming's tone was soothing.

"At least for now, the results are good. The material is still small, and I'm afraid it's just a fad. I don't know how long this prosperity can last?" Tang Yun is always worried when she sees the ups and downs of life.

"Surging and pessimistic, my heart is probably the same as yours. It's just that you think homosexuality is a minority, but it's not a minority. It's just that there are too many people in the closet. When a person is born, there are two seeds in his heart, homosexuality and homosexuality. The opposite sex is the most primitive choice of love, but the world has eliminated another possibility, making it difficult for another seed to germinate, so most people think that the combination of a man and a woman is in accordance with God's will, but even so, that seed After all, the seeds still exist, especially women who are sensitive to feelings. When the curtain call, looking at the audience who were moved or expressionless by the plot, I couldn't help but wonder if they were at a certain moment in their lives Was it touched by a certain woman? Or was it in a certain situation when watching the drama, who was remembered on the way home after the show." Qi Ming looked at the wine in his glass and talked.

"Where did the inspiration come from?" Tang Yun turned her head and asked Qi Ming, who was in his forties but with gray hair.

"The source of inspiration comes from Jane Lai and you." After a few seconds of silence, Qi Ming spit out this sentence.

"Jane Lai and me? But between us...is that love?" Tang Yun lowered her head slightly and sighed softly.

"You think you are a spectator outside the painting. In fact, you are the scenery in the painting. How can you hide the movement of the eyes of the person you are in love with?" Qi Ming habitually bowed his waist and pointed it out directly.

"So what? The lily breath that we both inadvertently exuded back then touched the complex deep in your heart as a veteran lily fan?" Tang Yun pursed her lips and looked into the distance to ask.

"Suddenly I don't know how to answer." Qi Ming shook the cup in his hand and his eyes blurred again.