Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 1575 An actor's life.

Fu Yuejun stared at Song Yang carefully. Although this person is elegant and exquisite, he does not have any heavy makeup, and he can talk and laugh freely. In the lightness, he has an elegant temperament and a charming charm, which makes people move.

Song Yang not only has the gentle appearance of a Jiangnan girl, but also has the demeanor of a great lady. She is good at poetry, good at calligraphy, good at Danqing, good at rhythm, and especially good at Kunqu opera. Ten years of Chinese studies have nurtured her temperament.

She is low-key and indifferent, such a woman, it is difficult to find a second place in the world.

"Are you good at Kunqu opera?" Fu Yuejun raised his eyes and asked Song Yang calmly.

Song Yang was slightly surprised: "How do you know?"

Not many people know that she is good at Kunqu Opera.

"You just came back from abroad that year and sang at the Shili Yangchang, and I happened to pass by." Fu Yuejun pursed his lips and smiled calmly. The previous show at the Shili Yangchang was almost full of seats.

That was the first time Song Yang sang an opera since he came back for so long.

The guests in the audience spent a lot of money and begged Song Yang to sing another song, but these disputes were irrelevant to Song Yang.

Even if the guests in the theater under the stage fought for their heads, she still unloaded her clothes behind the scenes.

Song Yang on the stage looked indifferent and noble, only following the people in the play angrily and laughing, but Song Yang off the stage was as elegant as an orchid, and his gestures and gestures were all amorous.

Song Yang was not surprised.

The girl raised her eyebrows, and the half-lit face in the light and shadow was even more unpredictable: "Father has always said that singing and singing are things that low-level people do, but why doesn't he understand that drama is like life?" ?”

Since ancient times, many emperors, generals, talents and beauties are nothing but daily necessities in the world of mortals, and they cannot be separated.

In the end, it's just a cloud of smoke.

Just waiting for the posterity to light a piece of incense, brew a pot of tea, hold a pen, study a square of ink, unfold a book, and weave it into the echo of the zither, the gong and the drum, and the swaying of the water sleeve and skirt.

The actors come on stage, pouring people into the city, pouring into the country, and interpreting the drama.

I can't be me, you can't be you, and he can't be him.

There is a saying that when an actor enters a painting, his whole life ends in the world.

Others say that actors do not live their lives for themselves.

Whether they were laughing or sad, their sighs were only for others.

A turn, a gesture, all the words in the book are sour and hot.

But I don't know that others laugh at me as crazy, and I laugh at the world's inability to see through.

That's the jokes of the actors, the actors' singing, and the actors' dancing, attaching the resentment that was once opaque, mixed with anger and ignorance, to the ten-foot square inch, looking lightly at the clouds and clouds, the stream is very light.

Actors pretend to be people, and they can't be themselves, but they can't be away from themselves.

Under the stage, the romance is its own way, and life is worthy of beauty.

Play a fake love scene, seek a real marriage, read a song of helplessness, and forget a song of dream flying flowers.

Putting on makeup, I exchanged one life for a hundred lives, watching people's joys and sorrows;
After taking off my makeup, I am still me, and I am still in this world of mortals.

A hundred years later, I only look at the superficial appearance of the plain face, and ask lightly: When the time is spent and the years are gone, can you still remember where the old man is?

Song Yang is also an actor, performing Fenghua, forgetting Fenghua, saying that it is not me, not you, nor him, but belongs to the old dream of an actor.

Let's look at the trivial matters of the past life, and join me in finding the last hustle and bustle of that time.

The princes laughed.

Fu Yuejun curled his lips and looked at Song Yang with a light smile: "You probably don't know, my elder brother also likes to listen to Kunqu opera the most. He always said that opera is like life. You two are actually a little similar."

Don't look at Fu Lingcheng's decisiveness on the battlefield, but in private, he is a very elegant and interesting person.

He loves Kunqu Opera because of Er Niang.

(End of this chapter)