Thousands of years

Chapter 142 A Broken Mirror Is Difficult To Make A Full Moon

#沉黑布届后故事: "Shuangzhaojing" premiered, and the broken curtain aroused speculation#
#It is the reunion of broken mirrors in front of and behind the stage, and the poignant beauty of the legend of Butterfly Lovers: The drama "Shuangzhaojing" has its first stage performance today. As an audience, have you noticed the details outside the stage? #
[Netizen 2345: I watched "Shuangzhaojing" today, the ticket was given by a friend, I feel that the follow-up will become popular]

[Netizen 9876: The story is not very novel, in fact, it is quite restored, but I noticed that curtain, I really don’t know if I haven’t read the news]

[Siji Ping'an: It is said that young people pursue their dreams, why can't we middle-aged people pursue our dreams?We are also the backbone of society! 】

[Siji Ping An: At the age of 40, it is difficult to find a job in society, saying that we have no creativity and cannot create value for the company, and support the positive energy of the official media! 】

[The first spring rain in Lin'an: Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai turned into butterflies, the director reunited with the stage, it really has a sense of story! 】

[Interesting Qingqing: The story of Liang Zhu will not appear now. The freedom that was pursued with life at that time is something that everyone can have in the new era. Fortunately, it has entered China today. 】

The stage premiere of "Shuangzhaojing" was obviously not as popular as "Shili West Lake". Only two or three local media interviewed An Jianing and Ning Yingjie and the cast and crew behind the stage. The completed curtain has also become the focus of the topic.

Apart from the story itself, there are several groups of people in the news comment area, each chatting about a series of social hot topics, from youth and middle-aged social cognition; dream chasing, chasing dreams, and fulfilling dreams that should not be divided into ages; to love Views, joys and sorrows of modern and ancient marriages, to the cultural elements in "Shuangzhaojing", what kind of vitality can it bring to the development of West Lake cultural tourism.

"I haven't woken up yet, you come over to eat, don't worry about him."

An Ji saw the news on his mobile phone, curious about his father's reaction, looked through the crack of the door to his parents' master bedroom, and He Yanqing walked out and closed the door behind him.

"okay."

"Then..." Shouldn't father know the content of the news?An Ji wanted to ask.

"I don't know anything about the interview he gave himself. Besides, it's not that you didn't watch the theater's attendance rate yesterday. It's not bad. Otherwise, how could he sleep so soundly that he didn't even want to wake up."

He Yanqing, who was not concerned on the surface, was betrayed by the eyes and the corners of his lips-it was obviously a matter that had not been let go for 30 or [-] years, how could he not be moved by it?

In fact, if An Jianing didn't relax because of the success of the performance, he was tied to the bed by the exhaustion for a long time, so that he is still sleeping on the bed, thinking about it. Laughed.

The mother and daughter gathered at the dining table to eat, but An Jianing was entangled in the dream, unable to escape the nightmare for a long time.

A net firmly locks a pair of wings, and under the wings is a figure. An Jianing's consciousness tells herself: This is Liang Shanbo who turned into a butterfly.

But her frozen body couldn't move at all, An Jianing seemed to be the butterfly caught in the net, flapping her wings with all her strength...

A golden light bloomed in front of the eyes, and the butterfly was about to break through the net, and the mother and daughter who were packing the tableware in the kitchen were surprised with an exclamation of "Ah".

"what happened?"

"It's okay, I'm fine, it's just... I had a nightmare."

The wives and daughters in front of them still had grease stains hanging on the plates and bowls, and they could tell at a glance that they had heard their own shouts rushing over. While An Jianing kept comforting her, she was also thinking about the 'nightmare' just now.

Is it a nightmare?It's like the shackles that have bound me all these years.

That butterfly is me, and I am that butterfly, different from Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly, but what I think becomes a dream, and what I get trapped becomes a nightmare.

Jinzhao finally broke through that period of the past and made his dream that was once regarded as a fantasy come true.

Hesitation, relief, and disbelief filled his mind, and it wasn't until this terrifying dream that An Jianing finally woke up.

"Eat when you wake up. There is food left on the table for you. I have class in the afternoon. An Ji said today that he has an appointment in Midsummer."

From the subtle expression of her husband when he woke up, He Yanqing understood the collision of the latter's thoughts in just a dozen seconds, and resolved it with the simplest instructions - just like in the past, whether the success of chasing the dream was successful or not, It doesn't mean everything, life goes on as usual.

"Ah."

Originally planning to take a shower to refresh his thoughts, An Jianing suddenly realized that his sweat just now hadn't become sticky, and he didn't let himself and his clothes stick tightly together.

Realizing that she wore Hang Luo's clothes with a sense of ritual to celebrate the successful performance yesterday, An Jianing turned around and said without thinking: "Girl, you Hang Luo is really interesting. "

Not long after, He Yanqing went out to work, and An Ji was picked up by his best friend Sheng Xia—even though he was married, Ning Yunfan went to help his uncle and friend's film crew again, and the couple continued to live their lives as usual .

"You said your dad was out of his mind today?" Throwing An Ji a bottle of water, Sheng Xia casually ordered a piece of music to play in the car, "Come out after eating, and drink some water when you're thirsty."

"Ah."

"It's easy for you. One 'hmm' answered my two questions." Sheng Xia joked, "Your father should be so happy, I still doubt whether it is true or not."

"Sister Chen called me that day, and I seemed to accept it. The more I thought about it when I got home, the more unreal I felt. , don't get carried away."

By looking sideways at the rearview mirror, Sheng Xia caught a glimpse of her best friend's still slightly frowning brows: "Okay, take it easy, what can your dad do? If you don't believe me, you'll call him when you arrive at my store later." Give me a call and ask..."

An Jianing, who was repeatedly named by her two girlfriends, was recalling everything about last night at home at this moment.

Now the general attendance rate of dramas is only [-]% to [-]%, but according to the online ticket sales statistics, the sales rate of "Shuangzhaojing" is an astonishing [-]%.Even so, An Jianing was still worried before seeing the audience in the official performance.

"Some of them have been sold offline, and the attendance rate has basically reached 80% now." Before the show started, Ning Yingjie sent good news to An Jianing News, "It may be because of the interview we contacted a few days ago that attracted some audience in Hangzhou. .”

This kind of traffic is likely to be only temporary. If you change the performance in a different city or a different time period, the attendance rate may drop off a cliff. An Jianing understands it in her heart.

"But don't worry too much. If our reputation is okay this time, we should be able to guarantee at least [-]% attendance in the future. After all, our target group is opera and drama, which is much better than pure drama. .”

In fact, the two old friends don't have a deep understanding. After all, Ning Yingjie has been developing in film and television these years. Even though he knows friends who work in dramas, he can't trouble others with everything. An Jianing has never been in this industry for many years.

Everyday life is not fiction.It's impossible for An Jianing to be like those heroines and heroines of novels who have a hard time but never give up. On the surface, they have resigned to their fate, but they have been working hard in secret, just waiting for one trick to make them go up for nine days.

A family needs to live, An Jianing does not have exclusive time for himself, and it is impossible to keep an eye on the specific situation of the development of the industry all the time - it is very rare to be able to find the hot spots of the times and understand the general trend of the industry.

On the stage are high mountains and flowing water, a hard-to-find bosom friend; it is a young girl with a spring heart, and the son "has never dared to look at Guanyin".

The fateful marriage in front of Shuangzhaojing is no match for a big miss in the end. A pair of flying butterflies, love flowers and miss people, finally get to stay and fly together.

"Some people say that Liang Zhu is a sour story made up by literati. In history, the two have been apart for so many years." Ning Yingjie watched the performance in front of the stage and sighed, "They said that Liang Shanbo was born in the Ming Dynasty, so they used this to explain the so-called A generation of chivalrous women trapped in a love story."

"But the legend of Liang Zhu was born as early as the Eastern Jin Dynasty. It was originally a happy ending that moved the heavens and the earth and returned the soul from the underworld."

"During the period of the Republic of China, in order to criticize feudal arranged marriages, the ending of the story was changed to a tragedy. Our "Shuangzhaojing" simply changed the end of the sedan chair to Zhuang Zhou's dream butterfly in front of the well..."

The script was repeatedly polished by An Jianing and Ning Yingjie. The interpretation of "Shuangzhaojing" in each era is a reflection of the literature of an era to society.

The well is based on the lover, and the literature is based on the times. Folklore stories such as the Legend of Butterfly Lovers have always been inherited in one continuous line, and then re-exported in combination with the characteristics of the times-otherwise, a short love story is not even as good as a slobbery article today. Come ups and downs, where is it worth being passed down word of mouth for thousands of years?

"It can't be said that their ideas are wrong. Young people are talking about equal rights, women's independence, and want to really get rid of the shackles of vulgarity..."

It's not that An Jianing can speak, and neither side should offend, but any trend of thought will have extremes and mistakes, which is completely understandable.

"However, I think the female image in that ancient book that our girl got is what young people should pursue now."

"Every girl has her own personality and strengths. Not a strong woman is an independent woman, and marriage is not always suppressed at the beginning."

The curtain call was over on the stage, and the words of An Jianing and Ning Yingjie came to an abrupt end.

The performance ended at [-] o'clock, and the reporters blocked in front of the two directors at [-]:[-], and they naturally had no time to continue the topic just now.

"Today's weather is really good, it's very clear!" Walking out of the oppressive atmosphere, Ning Yingjie took a deep breath with a bit of cool evening wind, feeling much refreshed, "It's almost the rainy season, it's so clear There are not many clear days left."

"Yeah, it's rare that the weather is so good."

It's rare that the weather is so good that you can count the stars in the sky clearly. It's really rare in these years-I don't know if it's because An Jianing's eyes are starting to get a little blurry, or if he's all focused on the life in front of him, rarely Look up when you get a chance.

"The stars are quite beautiful today. I remember that when your family An Ji was young, you often pointed out the stars to her, right?" Ning Yingjie followed the eyes of his old friend and saw the stars in the sky, feeling a little hesitant in his heart. Maybe he hadn't looked up for a long time hope the sky.

"Yes, this is a little secret between our father and daughter."

Thinking about how his daughter doesn't pay much attention to him now in college, Ning Yingjie couldn't help feeling sour: "When you were young, you used this kind of romance to deceive your wife, right?"

"It's useless to be sour. Who told you to urge your girl to find a boyfriend to bring back every day? It's also because your girl has a good temper, so it's fine if you don't talk to me. If someone else is the girl in midsummer, just 'rent' If a boyfriend treats you, don't you still have to be kept in the dark?"

Outside of dreams, there are always trivial matters.After all, An Jianing and Ning Yingjie are ordinary people. Even if decades of dreams come true, there will be no grandeur. Even the sense of ceremony has to be shaped by oneself: a piece of clothing on An Jianing's body, and a patchwork curtain on the stage. .

"I've read it too, listen to you, I don't care about her, otherwise in the future, because of such a small matter, the relationship with the child will be far away..." Ning Yingjie at this moment is just a father.

"That's right, look at this one on me. It was designed for me by our girl, and she cut it by herself... This is because they found that sewing with a machine is stronger than hand sewing. Otherwise, my girl would have given it to me by hand." Sew it!"

"Lao An, you are being unkind! I am still worried that my children don't pay much attention to me for a month."

"You said that you need to pay for living expenses in the first year, at least you should talk to me a little bit more. Now you are not writing articles on the Internet or taking a part-time job. You can earn money by yourself, let alone you don't need me. I still support her every month. Call my wife to have a chat with her."

The more Ning Yingjie talked, the more appetizing he became: "You are really nice, and you even showed off that your family An Ji made clothes for you!"

"Your girl also knows that you are busy, so she naturally doesn't want to disturb you, so you don't want to be old and want more..."

That being said, in fact, the two old friends are like a bright mirror in their hearts about why Miss Xiao Ning is unwilling to talk to Ning Yingjie.

When she applied for the college entrance examination, Miss Xiaoning took the art exam according to her father's arrangement, but when she signed up for the college entrance examination, she chose a cultural major because of An Ji's influence.

After the communication was fruitless, Ning Yingjie took his daughter's admission ticket and secretly revised his daughter's wish - he had some contacts in this industry, so that he would not let his daughter suffer.

If it weren't for that period of time on the short video platform, there were many videos of "college entrance examination volunteers being tampered with" and "replaced to go to college", and my best friend chatted with Miss Xiaoning jokingly. Knowing that his wish was secretly modified by his father.

Half a crescent moon hangs in the sky, and there is always a full moon next.There are ripples in the well water, and there will always be a calm day.But broken trust is like a torn curtain, and no matter how excellent the technology is, it cannot be restored to its intact appearance.

Does 'For Your Good' really end with 'Good'?The dress is not as cool as An Jianing's, but his heart is cold. Ning Yingjie feels that he may have done something wrong, and he has done a lot of things wrong.

　① The legend of Liang Zhu is the first batch of national intangible cultural heritage, and the "Shuangzhao Well" is the Hangzhou characteristic of the legend of Liang Zhu.

　　Digression: Yesterday I asked my family to help me make Hang Luo pants (I'm clumsy + I don't have time), and I always thought that Hang Luo can only be sewn by hand (of course, I used flower thread spring this time, next time I will try it directly with Heng Luo I didn't expect that the material itself would be damaged if the machine was smashed, but it was quite durable, so it wouldn't break within a few days.

　　
　
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