I Miss You

Xu Qingcheng is a little embarrassed, I don’t know if I should go to my second uncle for an internship after graduation——

Her second uncle is a senior drama director, but recently turned to direct Kunqu Opera with sudden interest. In early August, he posted a circle of friends: After six hundred years of time, there is still this kind of art that we can savor. I would like to thank the towel student Super, the boyfriend Dan Tong Anzhi, and all the young people who love Kunqu opera. When the performance of "The Story of the West Tower" is over, shall we do it again?

At that time, as soon as the word "Super" caught her eye, she felt a little familiar.

This name is not very common, but she vaguely remembered the person who almost grabbed her little hand when she was young, and she was also called Super.

And that former teenager, isn't he just learning Kunqu opera.

But she thought again, could it just be the same name? After all, the world is so big, is there any coincidence?

Within two days, her second uncle released the stills and posters of "The Story of the West Tower".

To be honest, after the actors put on makeup, parents may not recognize them. Qing Orange looked at the stills and posters, only looking good, but she didn't recognize anyone. She was stunned when she clicked on the last one and saw the hostess in modern clothes.

The heroine wore a white dress leaning against the beauty, a lazy and charming look of "Begonia hasn't slept enough in spring". And the actor standing next to her, white clothes and black trousers, a handsome face, a few strands of broken hair hanging down in front of her forehead, ink-lined sword eyebrows, the eyes are more clear and energetic.

After looking at the actor's face for five seconds, Qing Cheng took a deep breath: Isn't this her old acquaintance...

The hazy memory of my youth slowly became clear, like an ancient wishing bottle buried in sand. Because of a mischievous wind, it came out again. What is hidden in the bottle is youth that has never been rusted in years. Kind of ignorant and fearless whimsical.

At that time, the heart of my own girls was overwhelming. Even if they were still talking, walking side by side to parting, it only took twenty days to add up. The cherry blossom tree next to the opera school has not been thanked for its flowers. But in those twenty days, she had already thought of their life together. However, the result was not satisfactory, and her young girl's heart broke to pieces after twenty days.

Now I think back to that short period of time that year, it really is: midnight comes, dawn goes. Come like a spring dream not long, go like a cloud and have nowhere to find.

Originally, she was studying drama director and wanted to find her second uncle for an internship. As a result, she couldn't help but retreat. Not to mention this "like a joke" in the past, she really didn't understand Kunqu Opera. .

So she hesitated and tried to contact other seniors through the teacher, but as soon as she contacted, her second uncle called.

As soon as Director Xu came up, he asked: "Old Tan said you want to go to him for your graduation internship? Didn't you say that you should come to my second uncle? Why are you looking for someone else?"

She hurriedly explained: "Aren't you doing Kunqu Opera? I don't understand Kunqu Opera at all, I'm afraid it will cause you trouble."

"For Kunqu Opera, I have only listened to it before, and when I was the real director, I asked many art directors to help. You listen more, learn more, don’t follow a passage? You can learn from each other." The second uncle taught in earnest.

Later, she also felt that she shouldn’t abandon her business for personal reasons, because of small mistakes, she had to worry about a period of the old emperor’s calendar from eight or nine years ago--and to be honest, if it weren’t because the other party’s name and photo were brightly placed in front of her, she was almost I almost forgot this past, after all, it has been too long.

Besides, people probably don't remember her a long time ago. After all, she was still a little fat on her face when she was transformed into an eighteenth girl, and the dimples on her face were almost invisible. She felt strange to her previous photos.

Once she figured it out, she no longer hesitated: "That's good."

"Okay, let's come over tomorrow to see how you feel? Tomorrow night is the last show of "The Story of the West Tower". But the tickets are gone, so you have to stand on the side curtain and watch."