The peak acting skills of the actor

Chapter 439
A few years ago, the backstage of a Peking Opera grass-stage troupe was constantly busy.

This theater troupe has been active in the villages and towns. An old man in sixties with gray temples shouted at this moment: "Be quicker, don't make people wait too long for the theater!"

Just as he was urging the opera singers to hurry up and put on their outfits, there was a young boy with a childish face. The boy had a cropped cut and his face was still dirty with oil paint.

I saw him running over loudly and saying, "Master, Master!"

"What's wrong?" The old man turned his head to look at the boy, who stammered and said, "Master...it's raining..."

Under the stage that was built, the rain was dripping. An old man with gray temples stood blankly on the stage, watching the empty scene in front of the stage without saying a word for a long time.

The actors of the troupe also came out together, stood on the stage, watching the bleakness of the audience, and there was no sound.

Empty!
Empty!
No one is there!

The old man, with a wrinkled face, looked at the lifeless look in the audience, no longer had the energy and energy just before, like a situation where no one cares, sometimes even when the sun is shining, it will often happen.

How many times has the old man asked in his heart: "Is it true that this Beijing opera can only decline?"

A person from the audience came out, with a half-painted mask on his face, feeling a little lonely, and sighed: "Master, forget it, there is no one else, why don't we withdraw!"

"Withdraw...withdraw...withdraw..." the old man murmured, then shook his head slowly, his voice was a little tired, but he raised his head seriously and laughed with his unique playful tone: "Ha! Ha ha ha ha!"

Looking at the scene where no one cares about the audience, there are tears in the corners of his eyes: "If you enter this door, you will not look back, but if you open your mouth, you must sing, no matter whether it is autumn, winter, spring and summer, wind and frost."

"Apprentices, give me the energy to clean up, and give me a good Farewell My Concubine!"

When everyone on the stage heard the words, their eyes were filled with unwillingness, they gritted their teeth, the corners of their eyes were moist, and each went to the backstage.

After a while, the sound of gongs and drums sounded, and a group of actors, with tears in their eyes, came to the stage at different steps.

Everyone, dressed in neat attire, performed earnestly and conscientiously. Each of them did their best. Although there was no one in the audience, they used [-]% of their strength to perform like a fascination. The kung fu practiced can act out the joys and sorrows of Liyuan.

Not long after, an old man, holding a Maza in his hand and holding an umbrella, came slowly to the stage, picked a place and sat down.

Everyone on the stage sang the opera hard, but there was only an old man in the audience, lonely and lonely.

The old man who was the leader of the theatrical troupe quietly came out from the backstage and watched the apprentice perform with all his might on Nuo Da's stage.

There was only one audience in the audience, and that person was already gray-haired and aged in his seventies and eighties.

The old man had tears in his eyes, full of resignation: "I studied art at the age of seven, and traveled all over the country with my master since I was a child, and sang operas all my life.

But today, how come no one has seen the skills passed down from the ancestors?

This group of my apprentices have studied hard since they were young, and each of them has unique skills, why... why... they can't even serve a meal! "

Suddenly two lines of muddy tears came out of the old man's eyes, and the old man smiled bleakly: "I can't keep it, I can't keep the drama in the future!"

The rain gradually dwindles, and the song ends...

Many days later, in a courtyard of a township, a group of people all dressed neatly, looked at the old man sitting in the middle of the courtyard in front of him, wearing a white shirt on his upper body, a pair of cheap trousers on his lower body, and cloth shoes on his feet.

The old man sat on a bench in the yard, looking at the young faces in front of him, some were seventeen or eighteen years old, and some were already twenty-five or sixteen.

The old man sighed: "That's it, that's it, you all go, our grass-roots team will be disbanded today!"

"Master..."

"division……"

The old man waved his hand: "Don't blame Master, there is nothing Master can do, hold on tighter, spend a year or two to learn the craft, based on the hardships you have experienced in practicing, nothing in this world can defeat you!
Some of you were sent to me to learn opera since you were young. You were born as poor children. The master is useless. I wanted to pass on your craft. I beat you a lot when you were young, so that you will have a bowl of food when you grow up. !
But...but...but if you continue to keep you singing, you won't be able to earn money in the future, I'm afraid you won't even be able to eat! "

Then the old man gave a bleak smile, stood up slowly, pointed to a muscular young man and said, "You are a senior brother, you come into the house with me, I have some savings, and you will share it with your senior brothers later."

"Master..."

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, don't you know if I'm a master if you have money?
Over the years, we have been able to take on fewer and fewer performances, and I haven't sent you money for a long time...

Sometimes you have to go out and find jobs to supplement our troupe...

Alas... Master is useless..."

In a few hours...

A group of senior brothers came to the bus station in the town. The senior brother had distributed the money to all the senior brothers, and everyone started to leave one by one.

At the end, there were only three people left, and one of them asked, "Elder brother, where are you going?"

"Eldest brother will be thirty in a few years. I plan to go back to my hometown and see what I can do?"

After hearing this, the person asked a young man next to him, "Xia Mu, where are you going?"

"I'm going to Hengdian, they should need a martial artist there, I think I can do it!"

"But you are only 17 years old this year, and you are still a year away from becoming an adult!"

"It's okay, I'm not afraid."

The senior brother looked at Xia Mu with worry in his eyes, so he persuaded: "Xia Mu listened to the senior brother, go back to his hometown, look at all the senior brothers, those who are about my age are going to find jobs in other cities, but you are still young, Go home and ask your parents to find a school for you to learn skills, this is the best way!"

"No, my family has many brothers and sisters, and the family doesn't have that much money, so it's useless to go home. If it wasn't for this, my family wouldn't have sent me to master to learn art when I was young!" Xia Mu looked at the senior brother, Hesitantly asked: "Brother! You said that the hardships we have suffered since we were young are really in vain?

Are we really so lost because of our opera kung fu?

Not to mention anything else, we are no worse than those actors on TV, the skills we have practiced so hard since we were young, are we really not so rare? "

"This..." The elder brother gritted his teeth, squeezed his fist, and shook his head: "No, now it's not the same as before, look at the fact that everyone has a mobile phone, computer, movie, music, game.

Which one is more attractive than our Peking Opera? Over the years, we have been traveling all over the world with Master, and you have seen that the number of performances received has become less and less. Even if there are, most of the audiences are elderly people.

what can we doNo one cares about his abilities, what can he do...

Listen to what the big brother said, go back to your hometown first and have a look..."

Xia Mu was silent for a long time, and the remaining three people firstly, it was time for the senior brother to get on the bus, and the senior senior brother gave some instructions and left first.

Then another person said goodbye to Xia Mu and left by car.

Xia Mu, who was left behind, sighed helplessly. When the departure time came, he gritted his teeth after thinking about it, and planned to go south to Hengdian Film and Television City to make a living.

Hearing this, Wang Guo looked at Xia Mu, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "So you still have such a past?"

Xia Mu nodded: "Yes, after I arrived in Hengdian, I heard about Lotte Media's actor training class, and I was able to get one of the 20 places out of thousands of troops, which is also due to my childhood drama! "

(End of this chapter)