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The curtain goes up—

It was dark.

On a country road full of gravel and dust, an old tree with a crooked neck half a person's height stood upright by the side of the road, with only a few dead leaves fluttering in the wind.Next to it stands a boundary sign, which says "Wuyou Township".

The traveler played by Ji Qingchuan walked over, his face covered with dust and exhausted.Seeing the boundary sign, his eyes lit up briefly, then he let out a long breath, leaned against the big tree, sat down on his buttocks, and muttered to himself: "Oh, how many villages have I visited? One, Or two? Let me think."

There was a short 2 minute silence.Although the traveler did not speak, he told the audience with small movements such as relaxing his body, squinting his eyes slightly, and exhaling, that he enjoyed the rest so much because he was so tired.

After resting for a while, the traveler finally got some strength, bent forward slightly, took off his shoes, poured out the mud and gravel in the shoes, then stretched his legs forward, and leaned against the tree again.This time, his voice was louder: "I always walk like this, I have walked countless roads, and crossed countless bridges; today is still today, and the future is always in the future..."

His tone paused, as if he was thinking, he took out a silver coin from his pocket and tossed it up: "Let God decide whether I should leave or stay this time!"

The silver coin twirled in the air and rolled to the boundary marker.

A penetrating hand picked up the silver coins, and a young man with disheveled hair came on stage.

The flamboyant young man squeezed the silver coin and said, "Silver? I should get rich today!"

The young man walked under the tree and kicked the traveler away: "Stranger, you are not welcome here. Go away! However, if you give me two more silver coins, I can lie down for as long as I like!"

The traveler moved his body, leaned against the big tree again, took out the dusty water bag and took a sip of water, then turned the old bag upside down: "Look, there is nothing left. I said little Almost done, brother. Greed is a worm of the soul."

Tossing the only silver coin up and down, the young man looked at the traveler dissatisfiedly: "Hey, let me tell you, how did you come here? I haven't seen a stranger for a long time."

Traveler: "I followed the footsteps of fate until here."

Young man: "Fate? You mean that ridiculous thing? Can it guide you?"

The traveler sighed: "How old are you?"

The young man looked at the traveler warily: "Seventeen. What are you doing?"

The traveler sighed again, seemingly envious: "I'm still a child. Only those who have not passed the test of time will naively laugh at fate. One day, you will understand."

Young man: "Understand what?"

Traveler: "Understand that fate is an inescapable robe, whether it is gorgeous or shabby, it will be firmly worn on you in the end."

The young man shrugged his shoulders: "Why can't I see where my fate will go. By the way, the clothes on your shoulders are torn, what's bulging inside? A sore with pus?"

The traveler did not answer, but looked around: "Although this place is remote, the scenery is not bad."

The young man suddenly became angry: "I never fucking left here! You talked to me about the scenery! Look at this garbage dump! I have never left it in my life! I swear, sooner or later, I will leave this garbage dump, Go to town!"

The young man said again emphatically: "Yes, go to the city!"

The traveler's eyes fell on the unknown distance: "The city is just a bigger garbage dump. But you are right, people can't always stay in one place. Go to a foreign land, fate will guide you, and you will always be on the road."

Exit the young man, and the traveler continues to move forward.

The traveler came to the entrance of the village.

An old man walked over with a cane.

The traveler greeted him: "Excuse me—"

The voice was interrupted: "Don't ask me any questions. I am blind. Blind people have no concept of time, and I cannot see everything that belongs to time; blind people have no concept of space, and everything that belongs to space is only in my imagination."

The blind man's monologue: "One bright day, when I woke up, I found that there was darkness in front of me. I thought I was still sleeping, but I was blind like fate."

Traveler: "Instead of relying on eyes, you can perceive with your heart. Blind people can grasp the mysterious decree of fate better than ordinary people."

The blind man shrugged: "Maybe you are right. Judging by your accent, are you a stranger?"

Traveler: "Yes."

Blind man: "Did you see that big tree at the head of the village?"

Traveler: "Of course, it is so strong that no one will ignore it."

Blind man: "I almost hanged myself there when I was young. I still remember its bark, as rough as the stones on the river bank; its branches, in spring, will surely bloom small white flowers. My eyes were bright at that time .Although I can’t see it now, once I touch it, I know whether I have left the village. This tree witnesses my time and limits my space.”

Traveler: "Do you still remember what happened so many years ago?"

Blind man: "I am such a person. When I encounter something, I either immediately forget it or never forget it."

The traveler rises again...

Walk all the way, meet all the way.A traveler meets a beggar who refuses to get up, a liar full of lies, an old man who waits for his death, and a cynical poet...

At the end of the play, the traveler stood on the edge of the sea, raised his head and asked, "Shall we go?"

For a moment, the traveler lowered his head and smiled with a thoughtful smile: "Then, let's go on."

After stopping for a while, the traveler walked forward with great strides.The rough voice is humming a song that is not beautiful: "I walk and look around in this world; I run in this world, crazy; the sun rises and the moon sets, autumn and winter come; time is short and long..."

The whole play ended with Ji Qingchuan's simple and hoarse singing voice.

There was silence.

The noisy crowd at the beginning seemed to have been tapped collectively.

The short two-hour stage play seems to have condensed countless years.The sun is scorching in midsummer, and the sky is full of fallen leaves in severe autumn. One day, one footstep, one footstep, one mark. Travelers use their footsteps to mark the years of the world and measure the dust and mud of the world.

The air in the entire theater was stagnant, and everyone dared not speak out, as if speaking would break the emotion in their hearts.

"Snapped--"

A round of applause.

The fixed body state is lifted, and everyone wakes up like a dream.After a few seconds, sporadic applause broke out.Immediately, a tidal wave of applause flooded the entire theater.The theater lights were on.Ji Qingchuan and a group of actors took the stage to call off the curtain.

Bending deeply, then straightening up again, the traveler's exhaustion disappeared, and Ji Qingchuan was so excited that he couldn't suppress it.

Under the bright daylight, Fang Zheng could clearly see the beads of sweat on Ji Qingchuan's forehead, glistening together.Fine dust danced in the light, as if to replace the bright spot on Fang Zheng's forehead that he kissed.

Fang Zheng couldn't help standing up, clapping his hands desperately, Jing Ye beside him and the crowd cheered loudly.In front of him, Director Duan and the burly man quietly left the theater.

The actors called the curtain call again and again, but the crazy crowd gave even warmer applause again and again.

"I can't see Brother Shen at all, but I seem to like this actor even more." Someone said.

"I'm so touched." After removing makeup, Ji Qingchuan said to Du Pingcheng.

"It was you who made my notebook shine." Du Pingcheng was still immersed in the applause.His scripts have always been high-sounding, with few viewers. It was indeed beyond his expectation that they could be such a sensation.

"A good book will attract people."

"From now on, you will be my golden hero!"

There was a knock on the door of the dressing room.

Du Pingcheng walked over to open the door, and a young man rushed in holding a large bunch of birds of paradise: "Qingchuan, that's great!"

Snapped--

Du Pingcheng flashed his vigor, avoiding the enthusiastic throwing of his arms.

Ji Qingchuan rushed forward with a stride, reaching out to catch Fang Zheng who was about to fall to the ground, the huge impact force brought him back together, and he stepped back three steps to touch the dressing table before he stopped.

Taking advantage of the cover of the bouquet and the power of leaning back, Fang Zheng kissed Ji Qingchuan quickly.

"You little assistant is too enthusiastic." Du Pingcheng didn't see the kiss, and only thought that the assistant was actively working.

"Why is the threshold so high!" Fang Zheng turned his head resentfully, staring at the culprit who tripped him.

After greeting Director Du and the other actors with a smile, the two passed through the staff passage side by side and walked to the deepest part of the parking lot.

"The acting is great! Your appearance on stage is so dazzling that people can't take their eyes off!" Fang Zheng's eyes were full of little stars.

"The hard work is not in vain." Ji Qingchuan was so excited that he seemed to be floating.

Fang Zheng opened the car door and stuffed Ji Qingchuan into the back seat.Then he squeezed in.

"I've seen it, there is no camera here." Fang Zheng whispered, quickly leaned down, and kissed Ji Qingchuan, "The glass film is too practical!"

After a long entanglement, friction, and sprint, the two leaned side by side on the back seat.

"Don't be in the car next time." Ji Qingchuan rubbed his waist.I can't bear it.

"The field is too small, which is not conducive to stable performance. Otherwise, I can do better." Fang Zheng complained.

"It's already very good." Ji Qingchuan praised him, "At least it's not as painful as last time."

"Are you sure this is a compliment?"

"Then what should I say? Although the venue is wrong, the people are right?"

"Actually, the car is still a regular location, right? I saw a lot of people talking about the place on the Internet, and it was beyond my imagination. I don't know how they did it."

"In the future, you will read less posts and more news."

"why?"

"Cultivate some pragmatism."

The two chatted nonchalantly.The double satisfaction of body and mind is like a huge bubble, wrapping them in it, lazily thinking about nothing, only wishing to have mindless conversations with each other until they grow old.

The success of the first show of "Reverse Journey" drove the later ticket sales.

Someone put surreptitiously recorded video clips online.Therefore, in addition to the local audience, there were also many foreign audiences who came here admiringly. The original five-day performance plan had to be extended again and again.

On the third day of the performance of "Reverse Journey", Qiu Mingjie called Ji Qingchuan again: "Go to the forum to see, your loyal fan has a new post. If you can go to the scene to watch the show, it seems that your loyal fan is either from S City people, or it is very close to S City."

This time, Ji Qingchuan opened the Tianya Haijiao forum and found the latest post of "Niu Niu You Shen", which was a drama review: "Reverse Journey-Don Quixote without Sancho, Santiago in Pursuit of Dreams".

"Don Quixote and Sancho looked around and saw a sea that they had never seen in their lives. It was vast and endless, and it was much larger than the Lake Itera they saw in Laman... Don Quixote and him Sancho, his follower, traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers, left the inland wasteland of Spain, and came to the city of Barcelona, ​​which he dreamed of. For the first time in his life, he saw the sea. The vastness of the sea shocked Don Quixote and Sancho. In words.

The traveler in the stage play "Reverse Journey" is a Quixote-style tragic figure. He doesn't even have the company of his loyal follower Sancho, so he can only go on the road alone until he finally sees the sea.

During the long journey, he keeps searching and missing. His pursuit shows that life is an endless emptiness; the greatest pain is that all our pursuits are nothing but accelerated loss.

if--

You can only see the above meaning in this play, then I have to say, you are too pessimistic.

The reason why "Reverse Journey" moved us is because it has a core of hope under its tragic appearance.

Although the behavior of the traveler is tragic, it is really the image of a brave and fearless fighter.He has lost everything and is still on the road. After seeing all kinds of things in the world, he finally gets on the road with ease, and continues his journey while thinking about the future.This kind of self-seeking of travelers allows people to see the unyielding will of human beings and the eternal light of hope in their hearts; they can also see the persistent spirit of unremittingly asking for the meaning of life in difficult situations.Only this spirit can lead us out of the predicament.

From this perspective, rather than saying that the traveler is like Don Quixote full of unrealistic dreams, he is more like the shepherd boy Santiago in "The Alchemist" who relentlessly pursues the hope of finally obtaining the treasure of life.

Why does this pursuit of hope move people?Because everyone has a dream to pursue.

Gather it, press it tight, dig a hole, hide it deep... But you can't crush this dream.

Some people dry their dreams in the years, until they are old, dare to take out their dead dreams, and treat them as a side dish when chatting; Such as idleness, tireless, chasing life.

The former are ordinary people, the latter are warriors.

However, standing still does not mean that you do not want to fly, and wandering does not mean that you do not want to be stable.

Therefore, ordinary people sometimes act like warriors, and warriors sometimes envy the peace of ordinary people.

Therefore, ordinary people who devote themselves to studying and working every day go to wander far away when they are on holidays;

The traveler is not so much a lone traveler as everyone's dream self. ..."

Sitting in the sun for a long time, Ji Qingchuan registered a vest, and replied for the first time in Tianya Haijiao:

"High mountains and flowing water, lucky to have a bosom friend."

The author has something to say: This is the most difficult chapter of the full text.

My writing speed has always been very slow. A chapter is more than 3000 words. I usually have to write for 6 hours.My work is relatively hard, I get up early and go to bed late and work overtime all year round.After I started writing this novel, I basically went to bed at 1:6 am every day, and gave up my nap at [-]:[-] am, so that I could find time to write.It took me three months to write this novel. I was able to bear it physically for the first month, but then I felt more and more tired, and my physical strength and thinking couldn't keep up.So after this novel, I probably won’t write any more novels, it’s too energy consuming.

And this chapter is the most difficult chapter in the whole novel. 4000 words, I wrote it for about 10 hours. During this period, I did not know how much information I checked, and I moved out all the books on the history of Western literature, selected Western works, and introductions to modern Western dramas.

The script borrowed from "Waiting for Godot", but it was still very tiring to write.In the end, I only wrote this little bit, so let's make do with it. The theme of "Reverse Journey" is completely different from "Waiting for Godot". "Waiting for Godot" shows the absurdity and emptiness of life, while "Reverse Journey" is a kind of unyielding and hope.Thematically speaking, "Reverse Journey" is closer to "The Alchemist".Of course, this is just my imagination.Actually failed to write it.The script is too difficult to write. . .

That last song is completely original to me. (I just like to write lyrics, hohohohoho! There is no way, the author is so self-willed!) I wrote it for a long time, but I didn’t think it was good enough, so I deleted it in the end and there are only a few sentences left.I think these few sentences are enough.

I also wrote the review of "Reverse Journey-Don Quixote Without Sancho, Santiago Pursuing Dreams".Writing a review is as painful as writing a script.In the end, there are still too many subjective feelings and too little objective analysis, which is not quite like a drama review.However, I wrote it myself very deeply, very moved, and poured too much of my feelings into it.I really think this review is better than the script.