People are in the original god, telling a book

Chapter 94 Theatre Club and Teahouse

Speaking of the relationship between Ningzhe and Yun Jin, we have to talk about the Qingcezhuang opera performance a few years ago.

Yun Jin became famous at a young age, inherited her mother's mantle, and under the guidance of Yun's father, she has quite good singing skills and figure at a young age.

However, when she first started acting, she didn't find her own path.

When the performance starts on the stage, whenever the conflicts are fierce, you will raise your voice, and when the situation falls into a low voice, you will lower your voice and sing out the libretto slowly
This is a textbook-style teaching. With Yun Jin's excellent voice and graceful figure, even if she doesn't make any changes, she can still become a well-known actor in Liyue Port.

But that's not what she wants.

If there is no difference between the goddess in "The Goddess Split View" and the fisherman's girl in "Lian Xinzhu", it would be such a boring performance.

Therefore, in a performance called "Walk in the Snow", she successfully "entered" opera for the first time.

Breathe and live like the people in the play, with a frown and a smile that touches the mind.

In the entire Liyue Port, there are not many people who are lucky enough to have watched Yun Jin's "Walk in the Snow", and Ning Zhe happens to be one of them.

"Ningzhe, long time no see, why don't you have time to come to Yunhan Club today?"

Seeing an acquaintance coming here, Yun Jin also put aside her low mood just now, and put on a smile.

"Meet an old friend, we haven't seen each other for a long time since "Snow Walking"."

Ning Zhe didn't feel restrained, he just pulled up a chair and sat opposite Yun Jin.

"Hehe. Last time, you asked Yunning to tell me about the new play, remember?"

Seeing Ning Zhe's appearance, Yun Jin smiled softly, and spoke in a gentle tone.

"Of course I remember, but I haven't finished writing that story yet."

"'Goddess', the story of a girl who becomes a hero?"

Mentioning this, Yunjin felt a little helpless.

"Yes, yes, what's the problem?"

Ning Zhe was stunned for a moment, and found that Yun Jin's expression was a little strange, so he opened his mouth tentatively.

"Then do you know that the story of "Goddess" is not a new play, but a play written by my father in the past. Moreover, its name is "Split View of Goddess"."

"Of course I know."

To Yun Jin's surprise, Ning Zhe just nodded with a look of reason, "So mine is called "Goddess", not "Goddess Split View"."

"Could it be that you have made some improvements on top of this?"

Hearing what Ning Zhe said, Yun Jin breathed a sigh of relief.

She knew that Ningzhe was quite famous in the entire Liyue Port, especially in the field of the Writers Association, if this kind of trouble was spread, it would not be a fun thing.

"Hey. Well, keep it a secret, anyway, you will find out sooner or later."

Ningzhe blinked, then looked at "Peach Blossom Terrace" in Yunjin's hand, and asked curiously, "Is this the play you will act in later?"

"Ah yes."

Seeing that Ning Zhe was interested in the script in his hand, Yun Jin handed it over without hesitation.

"Peach Blossom Terrace".
At first glance, the name looks like a story about love.

After Ning Zhe took it, he looked at it carefully.

The moon is dark and the lake wind is blowing, and there is no way to find the way.

Clothes and robes are like spring grass, and the wind and dust are thousands of miles away.

The autumn wind is rustling, and the clouds and smoke have dispersed. There is a saying: "Winter is not old, and the mist and rain are dark for thousands of families; look at Lincheng, outside the long pavilion of my hometown."

The Immortal White Horse came down to the world, and the spirit of the Immortal was faint with every gesture.The incarnation has already entered the common people, and when he goes out to sleep on poetry, books and plays, he does not know where he returns.

There is no way to find the sun in the west garden, but when you look at travelers from all directions, you will find a stone forest at the end of your journey.

The strange rock is rugged, but its secret is so great that the immortals don't know it in their hearts, so they go in and investigate it.

There was a woman who lived in the forest, looked at the sun at sunrise, and went to the West Garden at moonrise.

When the immortal sees it, he feels pity and love in his heart, leading the clouds to meet the wind, and it will continue like this for a long time.

Feiyun whispered in a whisper, and his hair was full of hairpins.

The east wind is soft, the spring is late, and the red dust is full of fragrance.

Immortals and mortals are separated, and each sees each other, like this for many years.

"Um"

After reading it, Ning Zhe gently put down the "Peach Blossom Terrace", doubts gradually arose in his heart.

From the story alone, it is a very classic fairy love.

A fairy meets a mortal woman by chance, and the two fall in love. However, the fairy has a long lifespan, while the mortal is fragile, and finally heaven and man are separated.

But why is it called "Peach Blossom Terrace"?

The word "peach blossom" does not appear throughout the playbook, nor does it contain images of peach blossoms, and there are no people or events related to peach blossoms.
"Hmph, I didn't expect that there would be times when you would be troubled~"

Seeing Ning Zhe frowning and thinking, Yun Jin raised her head and teased him.

Even without asking, she knew what Ning Zhe was wondering about.

——It is nothing more than why this play is called "Peach Blossom Terrace".

When she saw the script for the first time, she also had the same question.As time went by, she couldn't figure it out, and finally had to ask Mr. Yun.

The old gentleman's answer, yes, is not wrong, it's just that Yun Jin didn't think of it for a while.

"tsk"

Hearing Yun Jin's words, Ning Zhe subconsciously gave a "tsk", then widened his eyes, carefully reading line after line.

Spring grass, robes, flying clouds, Huafa.
Stone Forest, Shanyang, West Garden.
What is the connection between these images?
"I see."

Suddenly, Ning Zhe nodded with a sudden realization, then looked at Yun Jin, and said in a strange tone: "Peach blossoms fall in the dust, the east wind blows them, the spring colors dye them, and the lingering fragrance disperses. Strange stone mountain balcony?"

"Yeah, as expected of you, you guessed it right after only a short while."

Hearing Ning Zhe's answer, Yun Jin was not surprised, but just praised him.

In other words, it would be strange if he guessed wrong.

After all, he is a juvenile book writer recognized by the whole Liyue Port, so it must be no problem to guess such a little thing.

And Ning Zhe raised his head even more after hearing Yun Jin's admiration.

Mr. Yun's praise is not the same as other people's praise!

"Uh, there is still more than half an hour before the stage time, if you don't make changes, I'm afraid it will be too late."

Seeing Ning Zhe and Yun Jin chatting there, Yun Ning spoke anxiously.

Frankly speaking, according to the general process, it is too late to modify now.

Because the actors who sing opera need to be familiar with the script and substitute characters, it takes a lot of time to settle.

"Change the script?"

Hearing Yunning's words, Ningzhe froze for a moment.

Afterwards, he raised the "Peach Blossom Terrace" in his hand and said with a smile, "I changed it when I read it for the first time. It's a very simple thing."

Did you change it the first time you read it? !

Yun Ning's eyes widened, her face full of disbelief.

This speed is too fast!
"Yes. For a qualified playwright, the moment he finishes reading a story, his thoughts are also revised."

Yun Jin wasn't surprised at all, and even wanted to educate Yun Ning about it.

"Then, don't you need to familiarize yourself with the revised script?"

Since Yun Jin also spoke, Yun Ning could only believe it, but soon she asked another question.

After the revision was completed, it was done in Ningzhe's mind, but Yun Jin didn't know it!

"Hum."

Hearing Yunning's words, Ningzhe stood up and looked at Yunjin.

"Mr. Yun, do you believe me?"

The black-haired boy was still holding the playbook of "Peach Blossom Terrace" in his hand, but his face was filled with a confident smile.

"certainly."

Yun Jin also stood up, smiled playfully, and then said solemnly: "Boss Ning, please don't underestimate me, I am also a member of Liyuegang's generation."

Seeing the two people whose temperament suddenly changed, although Yunning didn't understand, she was shocked.

A few minutes ago, Ning Zhe was still acting like a glib young man.

Now, he is like a great writer who wants to show the world his rare works.

(End of this chapter)