The literary era since 1979

Chapter 126 Even if Jesus came, it would be useless

September 9th, afternoon, Yenching University Auditorium.

There was a sign at the gate that read "Yenching University Drama and Art Performance". Liang Zuo took a look and walked in.

Looking around, it was crowded with people.

Moreover, girls are obviously more numerous and more active than boys.

Almost everyone has a copy of the single volume of "Under the Hawthorn Tree" or the latest issue of "Poetry Exploration". The poem "See or Not See" in the dialect became an instant hit in Yanyuan once it was published.

If "Under the Hawthorn Tree" expressed their inner voices, "See or Not See" simply captured their hearts.

Not just girls, boys as well.

When young literary people secretly exchanged love letters with each other, they would basically copy a line or two of poetry, or even a whole poem, to express their true feelings to each other.

For a time, the dialect became the "Yan Da Succubus".

As soon as the repertoire of the art performance was announced, there was no need for mobilization or organization, and the students spontaneously flocked to the venue.

Most of them come for the drama "Under the Hawthorn Tree"!

At this moment, the auditorium was particularly lively.

Except for the reserved seats in the first two rows, the rest of the seats were already full. Those who arrived late could only stand in the aisle.

"Do you think Teacher Fang will come today?"

"It should come."

"........."

There were a few people whispering in every row, and the most surprising thing was that as they chatted, people in the front and back rows also joined in the discussion. They didn't know each other at all, but they were able to chat together.

The sound became louder and more chaotic.

"A lot of people."

Led by Su Ya, Fang Hong and Fang Yan once again entered the auditorium through the side door. "There are more people than at the recitation."

Su Ya smiled and said, "The reader base of "Under the Hawthorn Tree" is too deep. In addition, with the poem that Yan Zi published not long ago, Ruoxue and the others haven't performed yet, but they have already won at least half the battle."

"No matter what, we still have to face the truth on stage in the end."

Fang Yan separated from the two people. They went to meet up with Qiu Peining and others, while she went to the second row alone.

His seat was arranged in the guest seat in the center.

When he passed the first row, he was immediately stopped by Ji Xianlin.

"Hello, Mr. Ji!"

Greeting in a proper dialect.

What impressed me most about this plain-looking old man was not his knowledge but his diary.

Regardless of whether other people’s diaries are their true thoughts or not, Ji Xianlin’s are absolutely sincere, and he is so “elegant and easy-going”.

For example, skipping classes in college, "I thought the teacher wasn't at work, but he was, and I wasn't, so I don't know what he was doing."

For example, when publishing an article, "I went to the library in the rain to read the newspaper, but my article hasn't been published yet, damn it!"

For example, when playing basketball, "To be honest, watching women play basketball... is all about looking at their thighs. The thighs of the girls in the attached high school are so dark that I only watch half the game and leave."

Take university exams for example. "Damn, these bastard professors not only don't know how to discourage themselves, but they also test you all the time. Either you or I test you. What the hell are they testing you on?"

Another example is the graduation thesis. “I finally finished copying it. I copied it here and there. This is the graduation thesis. Although it is not worthy of the title, I have really graduated.”

When the master was in college, he was no different from ordinary college students. He would look at beautiful women, curse people, and plagiarize papers.

Mr. Ji, what you play with is reality!

At this moment, he said with a kind look in his eyes, "Ever since the Yanda newspaper published your speech, I have always wanted to meet you, young man. Today I finally have the opportunity."

"It's my honor to have you thinking of me like this."

There is a hint of humility in the dialect.

Ji Xianlin smiled and introduced him to the leaders and guests in the front row, including professors and teachers from Yenching University, leaders from the Chinese Opera Association and the Drama Bureau, as well as Feng Fengzi, the editor-in-chief of People's Drama, and heads and reporters of drama newspapers and magazines such as Foreign Drama.

Even teachers and students from the Central Academy of Drama came to watch the performance.

The leader is Ruan Ruoshan, vice president of the Central Academy of Drama.

Fangyan glanced at the third row, Chen Daoming, Cai Guoqing, Li Baotian, oh, and Jiang Wen, who was still very thin at that time.

After getting to know everyone, he was finally able to return to his seat, only to notice that Wan Fang was sitting near him.

"Isn't the gentleman here?"

"I'm here for him."

Wan Fang said that Wan Jiabao was busy writing the script for "The Great Qin Splitting" and could not get away, so she had to attend on his behalf.

"So that's it."

Fangyan asked about the progress of the drama script.

"The first draft is almost done, but Dad doesn't seem satisfied and keeps revising it." Wan Fang said, "Are you free recently? Dad wants to invite you to our house and have a chat in person."

"it is good!"

Fangyan readily agreed and said he would visit the next day.

A few minutes later, the lights dimmed and the show officially began.

The venue gradually became quiet.

There are three plays participating in this competition, including "Breaking News" from the Law Department, "Oedipus Rex" from the History Department, and "Under the Hawthorn Tree" from the Chinese Department, Psychology Department and Spanish Department.

"Under the Hawthorn Tree" ranks second.

Oedipus Rex was the first to be performed. Wan Fang could not help but sigh that "enemies often meet on a narrow road". Wan Jiabao's Thunderstorm drew inspiration from Oedipus Rex.

And now, Fang Yan, Wan Jiabao's "registered disciple", is challenging his master with his own "Under the Hawthorn Tree".

After the announcer announces the show, the show begins.

I don’t know if it was because he was the first one to appear, but the actor was too nervous, his voice was trembling, and his performance was stiff. His acting was amateurish to begin with, and now it was even more unbearable to watch, which made it really distracting from the show.

More importantly, the plot was too explosive, with the man killing his father, marrying his mother and having children. Many viewers who watched it for the first time gasped.

Leaders were often seen shaking their heads or frowning.

Looking around, Fangyan smiled without saying anything. This was nothing. The ethics of Greek mythology were even more explosive. It was simply destroying one's worldview.

"Yanzi, what do you think?"

Wan Fang asked softly.

"Sister Fang, you know me well. I am still in the learning stage and have only a vague understanding of drama."

Fang Yan couldn't help but laugh, "I won't teach you how to do this."

"This is just a private communication. It's okay if I say something wrong."

There was encouragement in Wan Fang's words.

After all, Wan Jiabao can be considered as Fangyan's "half teacher", so naturally I can be considered as his "half senior sister".

"The script is a good one. The three-part structure used in Oedipus Rex is still the foundation of dramatic structure today."

Fang Yan analyzed the play carefully, "The issues raised in the play, such as the relationship between humans and gods, blood revenge, and the conflict between family affection and the law, are also themes that drama has been exploring and expressing. However, precisely because of this, mastering this classic play is a great test of the actors' comprehensive qualities. Obviously, these students still have a lot of room for improvement."

Although these words were not spoken loudly, they still attracted the attention of some people.

Whether it was the big names in the theater industry sitting in the same row or in the front row, they all glanced at him vaguely.

There is surprise, appreciation, and affirmation in their eyes...

"I didn't expect that Xiao Fang is not only a good writer, but also knows so much about drama?" Feng Fengzi said what everyone else wanted to say.

Fang Yan said modestly: "I just know a little bit."

“Very good review, very accurate.”

Feng Fengzi and the others looked at each other, wanting to hear his next comments.

Fangyan declined politely, "The next play to be performed is a play based on my novel Under the Hawthorn Tree. Would it be inappropriate for me to continue to comment on Oedipus Rex?"

Seeing that he was trying to avoid suspicion, Feng Fengzi and the others were not annoyed. Instead, their eyes showed even more admiration for him.

In fact, there is no need to praise or demote the dialect, and I think "Under the Hawthorn Tree" will definitely win!
Don’t even mention that “Oedipus Rex” is the ancestor. Even if Jesus came, he couldn’t win. He said so!

The acting skills of Bai Ruoxue, Xiao Feng and others, after being trained by me, are beyond the reach of the students in the history department's drama team.

Not to mention, the plot of "Under the Hawthorn Tree" is so moving and touching thanks to the excellent performance of the actors.

Countless audiences in the audience couldn't help but burst into tears.

There were even some girls who were so emotional that they burst into tears.

Especially at the end, Bai Ruoxue read the unsent love letter from the third brother with a voice full of emotion:
"In the past, the sun became slower. Cars, horses, and mail were all slower. There was only enough time to love one person in a lifetime."

"The locks in the past were also beautiful, and the keys were exquisite and stylish..."

It was like a knife stabbing the audience's hearts, and faint sobs could be heard everywhere.

But the most infuriating thing was that Yingda and the others thought that their crying was not miserable enough, so they secretly took out a dual-speaker tape recorder.

As if they had rehearsed it many times, they chose the right moment expertly and played the music of "The Hawthorn Tree" at the end.

The history department members who had been on the stage and the law department drama team members who were about to go on the stage stared at each other and couldn't help but want to protest.

foul!

They played BGM, foul!
The key is the BGM, it’s so unfair!
"Ruzi can be taught."

Fangyan smiled, feeling that his idea was not in vain.

Movies and music complement each other, just like dramas. Music can better enhance the atmosphere of live performances.

As expected, the effect was outstanding, and it moved men to silence and women to tears.

The one who was trying not to cry finally couldn't hold back and burst into tears.

She was already crying, and now she cried even harder.

Tears keep falling down, cry, cry just now!
Ji Xianlin, Feng Fengzi and others are knowledgeable and experienced, but when they saw this scene, they didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. It’s time to cry!
There were originally three plays in one afternoon and the schedule was quite tight. If the students were allowed to continue crying like this, there would not be much time left for the law department drama team.

So, under the urging, Xiao Feng stood up reluctantly and joined hands with Bai Ruoxue to bid farewell to the audience.

Then, other actors walked from the side curtains to the center of the stage and bowed to the audience.

Bai Ruoxue faced the lights, the judges and the audience, and the dialects in the second row, and her heart was filled with emotion.

"Clap clap clap."

The students who were the first to calm down applauded.

Subsequently, more and more students responded and the applause became louder and louder, reaching its climax like a tsunami.

Until the actors finished their curtain calls and the curtain on the stage slowly drew up, the audience's applause continued.

"Iwako, this drama is incredible."

Wan Fang said with burning eyes: "This stage is too small, it should appear on a bigger stage."

"What a coincidence, I think so too."

Fangyan raised a faint smile and asked, "Is there any need to continue the competition?"

It's over! It's over!
(End of this chapter)