Entertainment starts with variety shows

Chapter 228 Prometheus in the Tavern

The host venue of the theater festival is a blend of two completely different styles, classical and modern, without any contradiction.

Under the eaves, some children sang and danced on it, and the old people couldn't think of leaving.

The performances of the drama festival are not only dramas, but also a lot of dramas and national dramas, singing and dancing, which seem to have a special flavor.

Some young people recognized Fang Jing and ran over to take pictures with Fang Jing, but they never refused.

Half an hour later, Fang Jing called Huang Lei.

"Hello, Mr. Huang, I'm here. It's okay. You go ahead. I'll go shopping. I'll see you in the evening."

Foreign guests were being entertained over there, and Huang Lei didn't have time for the time being, so he couldn't get away.

"Hello, can you take a photo for me?" A blond-haired foreign girl ran up to Fang Jing with a camera.

"Are you an international student? Can you speak Chinese so well?"

"Yes, I'm studying at Zhejiang University, can you help me take the first shot? We'll talk later."

"Hahaha!" On the side, Wu Jiajia covered her mouth and snickered, this was the first time she saw Fang Jing so embarrassed.

In the past, when fans met, they kept taking pictures, but now this is the opposite, let him hurry up.

"Crack!"

"All right!"

"Thank you!" Taking the camera, the girl thanked and left.

Seeing that Wu Jiajia was still smiling, Fang Jing rolled her eyes, "Why are you laughing, you should still think about how to refund the ticket, it's more than 1000 yuan."

"Uh...I didn't laugh, boss, I was wrong."

"Go and play by yourself. I'll take a stroll. If you need anything, call me." Towards a theater, Fang Jing left Wu Jiajia behind and went there alone.

"Okay boss, slow down boss, bye boss, boss, bah! Scrooge."

Putting his hands in his pockets, Wu Jiajia complained quietly, and suddenly saw the quaint small restaurant, and rushed in bouncingly.

The matter of reimbursement was left behind, anyway, the money was paid in advance by Fang Jing, if you want money, you will die.The sky and the earth are big, and the food is the biggest.

Along the asphalt road, Fang Jing came to a theater, and there was a sign at the door, which wrote the performance time and the name of the play.

"Four o'clock in the afternoon, Prometheus in the tavern, four fifty, who is crazy."

Fang Jing didn't even know the performer's name, the former was a foreigner, and the latter was unknown.

He looked at his watch, it was [-]:[-], there was still time, the phone was on silent, and Fang Jing strode in.

In addition to food and drink, there is no charge for watching plays in the theater festival, all of which are deducted from the ticket, and you can sit wherever you see if there are vacancies, as long as you follow the rules.

There are few rules, and children under the age of 12 are not allowed to enter is one of them.

In addition, you can't walk around and make loud noises, you can't take pictures and play with your mobile phone, and you can't eat snacks.

Walking into the theater, there is not much space. The seats are a bit like a public classroom in a university. The seats are stepped from top to bottom, and the bottom is the stage.

Drama is unpopular at home and abroad, not many audiences like it, and one-third of the seats are vacant.

Finding a comfortable seat near the front, Fang Jing quietly waited for the opening.

At exactly four o'clock, the lights in the venue were dimmed, a burst of brilliant background music came, the curtain opened, and seven or eight foreigners appeared on the stage, some old and some young, all dressed in ancient Greek clothes.

They were sitting in an old tavern, and a tall and mighty man with a beard was in the middle, drinking wine depressedly.

Fang Jing's knowledge of the character of Prometheus is only from the Prometheus stealing fire he learned in elementary school, so he is very curious about the following performance.

"I'm so miserable! If I knew this, I'd just die. My family is unfortunate, my family is unfortunate!"

"It's not easy to be alive. There is no happiness in the world."

A few foreigners were stunned as soon as Fang Jing spoke, and the whole process was in English.

Sparse voices came from behind, and when I turned around, a group of people crept away quietly.

"No wonder there are so few people watching. Who can understand it if they don't speak Mandarin?"

Relying on the English proficiency of the two generations, Fang Jing's listening is also half-understood, and he is in a fog. If he didn't see the body movements, he would have no idea what the other party meant.

"Forget it, just watch it as a pantomime."

The foreigner with a strong heart did not interrupt the performance because someone left, even though there are only 34 people left.

They still stubbornly talk in their native language.

Let’s not talk about how the performance is, Fang Jing still appreciates this attitude. I am acting in my country’s culture, so I should use my own Mandarin.

The island nation has done a good job in this regard, although Fang Jing doesn't like this nation very much, where Japanese food can only be eaten with bowls and chopsticks, it doesn't matter which country you come from.

On the contrary, the country has given enough face to foreign tourists, and all the knives and forks are ready for eating Chinese food. In the end, people said that this thing is not good.

People just can't get used to it!

"Crack! Clap! Clap!!"

Three 10-minute drama, Fang Jing watched from beginning to end, although he could not understand, it did not prevent him from applauding.

From the actor's point of view, this group of foreigners still has two brushes, and the three to 10-minute lines were completed in one go without any lag.

The tone of voice and expression should be there.

Many people only pay attention to the special effects when watching foreign blockbusters, and often do not pay attention to the acting skills of the actors. I have to say that this is a great pity.

After bowing, the foreigner closed the curtain, and the second scene began more than ten minutes later.

"Who's crazy?"

It's interesting just by hearing the name.

On stage was a group of young Chinese in their twenties and thirties, white coats, hospital gowns, doctors and barefoot patients.

"Who was yelling just now?"

"Doctor, it's me." Pointing to the chalk-drawn circle with a diameter of one meter under the foot, the patient said, "Someone fell just now."

"I can't even pull it up. It's too deep, more than 800 meters. If you go down, there will be no people."

"Wait, how many meters do you think this is?"

"More than 300 meters!"

"Didn't you just say it was one thousand and eight, now it's five hundred less?"

"I didn't say, you remember wrongly, it's not important, we should study how to save people before it's too late."

The psychopath is a 27-year-old young man. He doesn't look too old, but his acting skills are very experienced. The psychopath's role is vivid in his hands.

Generally speaking, a mentally ill person speaks differently from a normal person. He does not pass through the brain, does not think, and his words drive emotions and body language.

Once the tone paused and the eyeballs rolled, the taste changed.

Fang Jing looked down there without any sense of abruptness, if it wasn't for the acting, he would have wanted to say hello.

This actor is a bit strong, and he is not well-known by name, but he doesn't know where he is.

Step by step, the doctor's thinking was taken away, and in the end he couldn't speak clearly, but he was treated as a lunatic instead.

In 28 minutes, the play ended. Fang Jing wanted to get to know the actor backstage, but Huang Lei's call dispelled his idea.

"Where are you? Come over to me."

"I don't know? Wait for me to ask." Fang Jing grabbed an audience member who was about to leave, and asked, "Hi Uncle, what's the name of this place?"

"Baiyun Pavilion!"

"Thank you." Fang Jing smiled and nodded.

(End of this chapter)