He is very similar to his role and real person, reality and dream
In the setting of "Hao Xue Xing Ge", Wen Hao and Chu Xingge are both feudal lords, and the story also takes place in the feudal state.
Wen Hao is the only son of Wen Chong, the foremost swordsman of the Feng Kingdom. However, due to his frail health, he was unable to inherit his father's exceptional swordsmanship. Therefore, Wen Chong took Chu Xingge, who had already shown extraordinary talent at the age of ten, as his apprentice. Due to this relationship, Chu Xingge had to call Wen Hao "Senior Brother."
Wen Hao envied Chu Xingge's extraordinary talent, but his own weakness was only made more apparent by his junior brother's exceptional performance. He carefully concealed his jealousy, but Chu Xingge was completely oblivious, still treating him with affection and respect, speaking well of him in front of Wen Chong, and taking the blame for him when he made mistakes.
As children, they lived a carefree life together until news of Chu Guigu's death reached them. Chu Xingge seemed to grow up overnight, inheriting his father's armor and sword. He joined the army and fought on the battlefield, risking his life for his country and his people. Later, because Ning Wan "borrowed the road" and destroyed his country and abducted its king, he was widely criticized. Wen Hao, not skilled in swordsmanship, instead studied policy writing and entered the court as an official. He managed agriculture and sericulture, transported supplies for the army, and even risked his career to argue Chu Xingge's case with the court officials.
Although Chu Xingge was not subject to the emperor's orders while on the battlefield, his father and son had guarded the border for generations, achieving numerous military feats and preventing any invasion from the Li State. Even when their achievements angered the emperor, they were only fined three years. Wen Hao, lacking a prominent family background, was framed by officials he had offended during Wen Chong's death and Chu Xingge's absence from the battlefield. He was exiled 3,000 miles away.
The play's final scene depicts a harsh winter, a heavy snowfall. Wen Hao, clad in thin prisoner garb, seeks shelter in a dilapidated temple along the way. He knows that throughout history, whether in war or revolution, sacrifices are inevitable. If this time, it wasn't him, it would surely be Chu Xingge. Though the Buddha statue in the temple is dilapidated, its majestic features are still discernible. Wen Hao prays to the deity, offering his life in exchange for Chu Xingge's unwavering victory and peace on the frontier. By the time Chu Xingge learns of the news and arrives on horseback, Wen Hao has frozen to death in the cold and desolate snowy night.
"My junior brother is a great general guarding the border. Not to mention his bloodshed and sacrifice, even a sneeze would be enough to give the Li army an opportunity to make a move. If I die today, I will die for my country, for my people, and for Chu Xingge. When the winter snow falls, that will be the day when my soul returns to the mortal world and sees you..."
After Wen Zichuan finished his monologue, he was already immersed in the play, and his eyes couldn't help but moisten: "I didn't expect it to end in tragedy."
"Teacher Wen, don't you like tragedy?" Pinot held his chin with his hand, his eyes clear.
"Tragedy has its own charm," Wen Zichuan recalled the plays he had dubbed before. "But nowadays, people don't like tragedy very much. In the past, when I participated in dubbing TV dramas, even if it had a logical ending, the director or producer would ask me to change it to a happy ending."
"There aren't so many happy endings in this world," Pinot said with a gloomy expression. "Most of us are just desperately trying to get what we want, and helplessly trying to find a solution. The foreshadowing was laid out earlier, when Wen Hao asked to be an attendant and went to the battlefield, but was rejected by Chu Xingge. Their fate was already sealed."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to question the script," Wen Zichuan said, fearing she would misunderstand him. "I just feel sorry for them."
Literary and artistic works carry the audience's beautiful fantasies. Although reality is more regrettable and less perfect, since the creators have picked up the pen, they should satisfy the audience's fantasies in the fictional world.
Just like this offline performance, the audience spent hundreds of dollars on tickets to watch it. After pouring enough emotions into the characters in the play, how can they accept the ending where they are separated by life and death?
But from another perspective, the creative concept of the second voice is indeed unconventional and unrestrained, and it can be said that he does not care about the life and death of the audience at all. If you put aside that easter egg, isn’t the script of "Restoration of the Nation" by the little prince Ning Lie also a complete tragedy?
"Teacher Wen, what kind of person does Wen Hao seem to be?"
"Wen Hao...it's too difficult for him to face his own heart."
"He has his shackles, but Chu Xingge is not the one to unlock them."
"...If Wen Hao tells it, if Chu Xingge knows."
Pinot looked at Wen Zichuan again and noticed something unusual in his subtle expression.
When other voice actors read the script, they just treat it as a job to be completed. Even if Wen Zichuan is not experienced enough, he will not let his emotions attach to the character and grind it over and over again.
Being too deeply involved in emotions and withdrawing too slowly is extremely draining on oneself.
"I'm sorry," Wen Zichuan said, feeling a bit confused as he had just accepted the lead role in a stage performance for the first time, especially one about such a tragic story. "I'll read the script through several times. If there's anything I don't understand, I'll ask you for your advice."
"No, no, it's not really asking for advice. I'm glad that Teacher Wen takes the script and role so seriously. Sister Yilan said that you just need to familiarize yourself with the plot and lines in advance. We're not performing without a script. When we have the rehearsal, Teacher An Jie will come over to review the scenes. He will definitely help you find the feeling of the character."
"Okay, I understand. Thank you."
In the next few days, Wen Zichuan locked himself in the rental house and devoted himself to the script. Fortunately, his stomach disease did not flare up during these days, and the food reserves sent by Cheng Sizhou were also sufficient.
As the saying goes, "When you drink water, remember the person who dug the well." When he was chewing on the dry food, he thought of the person who bought the dry food.
Wen Zichuan swore to God that he was by no means a person without ambition. At such a critical moment, he still took a break from his busy schedule and indulged in unrealistic thoughts.
We can only blame Chu Xingge because his character is too similar to someone else's.
Although he was the son of a great general, he possessed no arrogance or pride. In his free time, he fetched water for the neighboring family and harvested wheat for the neighboring family. He even hired a midwife to help a neighbor's aunt with a difficult labor. He was always eager to be the best, yet he never sought praise. Wen Hao, unable to cope with him, closed the door in a fit of rage to read. Chu Xingge would climb in through the window, clearly yawning profusely, but afraid to burn his hands, she stayed by his side, watching him trim the candlelight all night.
Since when, Wen Hao has felt more than just envy and jealousy towards Chu Xingge. He finds his own feelings have changed, yet refuses to admit it. He longs to be honest with Chu Xingge, but cannot let go of his pride. He can only watch helplessly as Chu Guigu dies and Chu Xingge, burdened with the hatred of his country and family, leaves him and rushes to the battlefield.
Life is like a journey, and I am a traveler.
Sometimes, we always think that the fate between people is not so shallow, but we never thought that perhaps an ordinary breakup may be the last time two people see each other in this life.
Wen Zichuan opened WeChat and looked at the Shiba Inu avatar that was manually pinned to the top. It was still as silly as ever, smiling at him with squinting eyes.
"Wait a few more days for me." He said silently in his heart.
In accordance with the usual style of Di Er Sheng, the appearance fee can be received the next day after the performance, which is why various studios are willing to maintain long-term cooperation with them.
Wen Zichuan is no exception.
When he signed the contract, he specifically confirmed this with Su Zhuo. Even though his appearance fee seemed so pitiful among a bunch of sky-high prices, being able to pay it on time was much better than being in arrears.
After receiving the appearance fee, he can tell Cheng Sizhou that he has made up his mind and wants to move in and share the house with him.
During the break of practice, he looked at the cast list again. The actors who would be performing on the same stage with him this time were all top-notch voice actors in the country, including many big names with a background in drama and professional schools. They were far superior to him in terms of physique, stage presence, and lines. When he thought of this, it was impossible for him to not be nervous at all.
When he was in school, his teacher taught him that if he wanted to overcome nervousness, it was very simple. He just had to practice a hundred times or a thousand times until it became memory in his muscles and blood surging in his heart, and then he would not be afraid.
Therefore, the preparation time of these few days is particularly precious. He must match Wen Hao well and not drag down Teacher An and the entire creative team. He must also be worthy of the salary.
He used a highlighter to highlight Wen Hao's lines one by one. Every time he pondered over them and gained some understanding, he would write down tips next to the lines to remind himself of the emotional changes and techniques for dealing with them.
One hour, two hours, three hours... one day, two days, three days...
Except for the morning of the second day when he went to the designated studio of Di Sheng to take the final photos, he slept when he was tired from practicing and continued after waking up. Because he was too empathetic, he cried several times. By the morning of the third day, his eyelids were so swollen that he couldn't open them.
He didn't dare cry anymore, fearing he wouldn't be able to cry during the actual performance. As he was wringing out a cold towel and preparing to apply it to his eyes, Su Zhuo sent him a message saying his train tickets had been purchased and he would be leaving for Xueqiao early the next morning. A car would pick him up at the station and take him to the hotel. He could check in first, rest for a while, and then meet at the theater at 3 p.m.
Wen Zichuan politely replied "OK" and "Thank you", put down his phone, and his heart was filled with a feeling of huge waves surging.
Perhaps because he had been immersed in the script for too long, he dreamed of Chu Xingge the night before departure.
What’s even more bizarre is that Chu Xingge and Cheng Sizhou have exactly the same face!
Wen Zichuan was momentarily dazed, wanting to call him "Junior Brother," but what came out was "Brother Zhou." Chu Xingge smiled brightly, ran over carelessly, and without saying anything, picked him up and carried him horizontally, placing him on the back of his horse.
But dreams are not always so coherent.
They galloped for a while, then lay side by side on the meadow to watch the stars. Finally, they flashed back to the study. Chu Xingge stroked his face and said to him, "Brother, I missed you so much."
Wen Zichuan felt his heart pounding, but this couldn't possibly be a scripted scene. Chu Xingge had dedicated his life to his country and his people, truly worthy of the title "hero." He had served the court and the battlefield, and he would never be swayed by personal feelings, let alone offer such tender words to Wen Hao, someone who had envied and suspected him.
He didn't dare describe or recall the fragments that followed. Only the warm touch on his skin and the dry and tight throat reminded him of what he had dreamed of.
He thought he might have gone crazy.
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