After Aunt Mo walked out of the backstage, people from other troupes began to talk about it.
"In my opinion, there is really no need for Huangmei Opera to be performed on stage anymore."
"Yes, after so many years of development, they are still living off their past successes and can't even produce a classic play."
"Yes, think about it carefully, does Huangmei Opera have any classic representative works?"
After hearing everyone's conversation, although Peach Baby was angry, he had no way to refute.
Because they are telling the truth.
Shen Xian spoke softly: "Be yourself, don't be influenced by others, and restore the reputation of Huangmei Opera. I believe you can do it."
"No matter how others slander you or look down on you, at least I still believe in you."
Chen Xian felt that he was full of positive energy and had encouraged a lost girl.
But for Peach Baby, this wave of emotional value is explosive.
Baby Taozi nodded heavily, and looked at Chen Xian with tenderness in her almond eyes: "Chen Xian, you are so nice."
On the second floor of the hotel, Aunt Mo took out her cell phone and made a call: "Where are you? Come to the second floor."
In just a few minutes, a handsome middle-aged man walked up to the second floor.
It turned out to be Zhou Xingjian!
"Okay, just stand at the door." Aunt Mo said indifferently, "If you get any closer, it will be hard to explain."
Zhou Xingjian looked at Mo Wei and said slowly: "Long time no see."
Mo Wei said: "Our show was cut, I don't mind, but the other people in the group rehearsed so hard and came all the way to Kyoto. More than ten days of hard work has gone to waste. As the head of the group, I need to be responsible."
Zhou Xingjian said: "I just heard about this matter and was going to look for you."
"Over the years, I haven't asked you for anything. This time is the first condition I put forward. This program cannot be cancelled." Mo Wei looked at Zhou Xingjian's face.
This person is the man who took half of his life.
For this man, she spent countless days and nights exhausted. Later, in order to heal the trauma caused by this relationship, she went to various places to teach.
Now that I see his face again, the obsession in my heart has long been let go.
Perhaps out of guilt, or perhaps for other unspeakable reasons, Zhou Xingjian nodded: "Okay, leave it to me!"
"Thank you." Mo Wei said, and prepared to go downstairs and leave.
Zhou Xingjian suddenly asked, "How have you been these years?"
Mo Wei turned around and looked at Zhou Xingjian sarcastically: "Mr. Zhou, don't you think you have no sense of boundaries when asking this question? You have a family, so what's the point of caring about a woman outside now?"
All of Zhou Xingjian's words were suddenly stuck in his throat.
Scenes from the past emerged in my mind.
"Have you... let it go?" Zhou Xingjian asked.
"Time will never heal everything, but it will make the things you once cared about most no longer important." Mo Wei said lightly as he passed by Zhou Xingjian.
The morning sun fell on the two of them, illuminating Mo Wei's face and Zhou Xingjian's back.
The light cut through the two people, dividing them into two parallel lines that would never intersect.
"Tell Mr. Zhou that this show will definitely be very eye-catching. I believe in the young people in the group." Mo Wei said.
Zhou Xingjian nodded: "Okay."
"Thank you." Mo Wei said thank you again, turned around and disappeared at the stairs.
Zhou Xingjian looked at the direction he left, his eyes flickering, and finally took out his cell phone and called his wife first: "Wife, I want to tell you something. Mo Wei just came to me and told me about the show."
"Well, I heard about it. You arrange it yourself. I trust you." Zhou Wan's mother was very calm when she received the call.
Although Zhou Xingjian was full of romanticism when he was young, he devoted himself to his family after marriage.
She could understand Zhou Xingjian.
To Zhou Xingjian, Mo Wei is his white moonlight, his regret, and his former ideal.
But to Zhou Xingjian, I am ordinary and realistic.
After hanging up the phone, Zhou Xingjian found Zhou Yanshi.
Zhou Yanshi raised his eyelids and looked at Zhou Xingjian: "I know what you want to say, but there is not enough time."
Zhou Xingjian said, "Then we should shorten the performance time of each troupe by one and a half minutes and use that time for Huangmei Opera."
"What if the Huangmei Opera is not performed well?" Zhou Yanshi asked.
Zhou Xingjian said: "Whether it's good or not, it can be regarded as giving the Huangmei Opera Troupe one last chance, and it can also be regarded as my... compensation."
Zhou Yanshi was silent for a long time, and finally sighed: "Okay."
He also likes Mo Wei very much.
But Mo Wei doesn't have a good family background. He just came out from the depths of the mountains.
Zhou Wan's mother came from a scholarly family.
Without the help of Zhou Wan's mother, Zhou Xingjian would not be in his current position.
Romanticism, vows, and sweet words will eventually be crushed into dust by the wheels of reality.
"I'll go talk to Ning Zheng." Zhou Xingjian said.
Zhou Yanshi closed his eyes and nodded: "We need to appease the other troupes as well."
Zhou Xingjian first found Ning Zheng and told him the situation.
Ning Zheng said: "No need to say more, you decide for yourself, I trust you."
This is the tacit understanding between good friends. The two grew up together.
"You are indeed sorry to Mo Wei, and I understand that you are standing up for him." Ning Zheng patted Zhou Xingjian on the shoulder.
In terms of level, both are the same.
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