Chapter 462 Debut
June 10th.
The Northwestern Theater Army Vanguard Art Troupe will perform for the soldiers of the Northwestern Military Region.
The first-of-its-kind stage play "Blood Plum in the Pit" will officially be staged.
Lin Anan and others were naturally among the audience.
This performance is not only the achievement of the art troupe, but also the subsequent influence of the book "Spine".
"Sister-in-law, let's go~"
“Here I come.”
Zhao Xiangjun stayed at the Chu family to look after the children and also to watch the door.
Lin Anan took her mother, Minglan and Mingyu out, and also went to the gate to pick up editor Liu and the other two.
The seat Lu Qing reserved for me was still very good, right in the middle of the second row.
When the time came, the chandelier on the dome of the auditorium suddenly dimmed, and everyone in the audience fell silent immediately.
More than three hundred soldiers sat upright on benches, their eyes all fixed on the stage - there was a dark green curtain embroidered with a plum blossom bud, which was glowing faintly under the spotlight.
"Everyone prepare——"
The announcer's voice suddenly exploded, "Please enjoy the pioneering stage play "Blood Plum in the Pit" by the Avant-garde Art Troupe!"
The curtain rose up, revealing a trench scene filled with smoke.
In the center of the stage, Pan Guoyang, who played the communications soldier, was in the "bomb crater", holding his injured abdomen tightly with his hands.
The spotlight suddenly focused on his bloody hands, and the background music suddenly became urgent - using sound effects to simulate the roar of artillery shells hitting the ground, and each sound made the backs of the soldiers below the stage straighten more.
A "grenade" rolled to his feet.
The actor playing the enemy soldier rushed forward roaring, the tip of the bayonet almost piercing his throat.
"Get down!" A soldier in the audience suddenly shouted instinctively.
Lin Anan's heart suddenly jumped, but she saw that Pan Guoyang not only did not hide, but instead rushed towards the "grenade" and pressed it down with his body - this was the first climax of the whole play. The explosive device hidden under him exploded with a "bang", and colorful confetti mixed with smoke rose up, instantly engulfing him.
"Squad leader!" The actor who played the recruit cried and rushed over, but was knocked to the ground by the "air wave".
The spotlight moved slowly, illuminating the communication radio standing beside in the smoke. It was stained with "blood" and was being held steadily by a hand in the smoke.
Then came the familiar scenes, and the heroic stories of the signalmen were presented once again...
The audience was eerily quiet.
Lin Anan saw Commander Zheng in the first row raise his hand to wipe his eyes. The Adam's apple of the young soldier next to him rolled violently, and the armrests of the bench creaked due to his knuckles.
“Blood plum…growing in the pits, beside the shells…” A slightly sad singing voice came from the smoke, with a hoarseness like blood foam, “The deep red left by the military spirit will eventually return to the land of the northwest…”
The last line of the song ended with the last scene.
The applause suddenly exploded like thunder, shaking the glass in the auditorium.
Lin Anan's eyes suddenly became hot and she followed everyone in applauding.
"It was a great performance!" said Lin's mother while wiping away tears.
The ceiling lights in the auditorium lit up one after another, and the lingering stage smoke floated in the warm yellow light.
Chu Minglan clutched Lin Anan's hand, her voice becoming muffled, "Sister-in-law, when that signalman threw himself on the grenade, I heard my brother crying in the back!"
As soon as she finished speaking, there was indeed a suppressed sound of blowing nose coming from the back row.
Lin Anan looked back and saw several young soldiers with shaved heads frantically wiping their eyes. The brims of their military caps were pulled down very low, but they could not cover their red ears.
When the second program started, Lin's mother was still whispering to Editor Liu, "Editor Liu, look, isn't it good? I'm happy! The book was written by my daughter, the song was composed by my son, and even the scriptwriting and planning were all participated in by my daughter-in-law..."
Editor Liu naturally followed her words and praised her a lot.
But their voices were quite loud, and several leaders in the front row couldn't help but smile.
"This stage play is great! What's great is that it's not sentimental. It's all about our soldiers' real lives!" Commander Zheng said with emotion.
Lao Zhou had already stood up and squatted in various corners beside the stage, holding up his camera and clicking the shutter.
At present, people just think it looks good and shocking.
No one expected that a stage play alone would bring the art troupe to another level.
Subsequently, more and more performance teams came to learn, discuss and cooperate, and the impact was far greater than they had expected.
"Translator Lin, I heard that the stage play was written by you. That's amazing." Ning Jian took a few quick steps and caught up with Lin Anan who was standing at the door.
After the performance, Lin Anan and others just came out of the auditorium and were waiting for Lin Zihuai and Du Juan not far from the door!
Ning Jian suddenly appeared, followed by several unfamiliar faces.
Lin Anan didn't want to talk to him. She frowned slightly and deliberately stood aside.
"Really, the person I admire most now is Translator Lin! Our Intelligence Analysis Department is busy, but she still found time to write such a socialist work. It is not only passionate, but also meaningful.
If someone else were to do the operation, they would be seeking personal gain and become the tail of capitalism."
Ning Jian had a smile on his face, but there seemed to be hidden thorns in his words.
Lin Anan looked at him coldly and said in a flat tone, "Thank you for your praise, Mr. Ning."
"This is not just flattery, it's the truth."
"I'm writing a book, a cultural creation, I don't want to waste my time talking to you! Also, this stage play is the collective effort of the art troupe, and it's also a story written by countless soldiers with their lives. It's not anyone's turn to seek personal gain."
Ning Jian's smile froze. He was about to say something, but when he saw Chu Mingzhou coming over, he immediately stopped talking and said, "It's really exciting."
After saying that, he left with the others, still discussing "Spine" written by Lin Anan.
"I heard that Translator Lin wrote not just one book, but several, and all of them are good books with leading sales. When I have time, I will go to Xinhua Bookstore and buy some to admire."
People in the northwest are honest and the soldiers are even more straightforward. They don't like to beat around the bush.
To their ears, Ning Jian was praising Lin Anan and they couldn't hear anything strange about it.
In terms of reaction, it has to be Lin's mother.
"An An, does this person have a grudge against you?"
Mother Lin felt that the young man's eyes were not right and his words had double meanings.
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