It lived up to everyone's expectations and was a thrilling play within a play...
As the plot progressed, misunderstandings and conflicts arose between Wen Hao and Chu Xingge. The direction of the plot was heart-wrenching, and the screams from the audience subsided a lot.
For example, Wen Hao was punished to kneel in the Wen family ancestral hall because he was not good at swordsmanship. Chu Xingge wanted to plead for him, but Wen Hao disagreed. Chu Xingge shook his head and turned away.
"This brat is really!" Cheng Sizhou, who knew how to get along with the little prince very well, complained as he watched, "Can this arrogant little rooster be nicer to his senior brother? Wen Hao clearly doesn't want him to leave."
Just as I was thinking about it, one side of the stage darkened and the other side lit up. It turned out that Chu Xingge did not go far, but was sitting on the steps outside the ancestral hall, leaning against the wall and fell asleep.
The night was very quiet, and the chirping of crickets mixed with slight snoring came into the house. A spotlight hit Wen Hao's kneeling figure. On the screen behind him, Wen Hao closed his eyes slightly, with the corners of his lips raised, revealing a sad smile.
"Oh!" Cheng Sizhou sighed heavily.
"What's wrong?" The first half ended, the theater lights came on, and Zhou Yitang finally decided to pay attention to him.
"Wen Hao has taken a fancy to Chu Xingge, right? Chu Xingge is indifferent? The young General Chu played by your teacher An is such a pig's hoof!" Cheng Sizhou said with certainty.
"Don't talk nonsense," Zhou Yitang said disapprovingly. "Didn't you help me with 'Tatarsaga'? The deceased old friend that Chu Xingge often mentioned was Wen Hao."
"My deceased old friend... My little brother won't live long, and I don't know how to comfort him."
"Wen Hao's survival is his weakness. How can he properly pursue his career? Chu Xingge is a general. He has to protect his country and cannot indulge in cloying relationships."
"How old are you? What do you know?" Cheng Sizhou and the female human cub could not agree.
"Tsk, you got it now?" Zhou Yitang kept jumping around in his minefield. "You're already 28 and still can't find a partner. My mom asked me if there are any single teachers of the right age at school who could introduce you to someone."
"...I'm going to go out and get some fresh air." Cheng Sizhou stood up. "Don't bother with strangers."
Zhou Yitang said "hmm" and continued to check his phone. He boasted to Li Xiaomeng about how great the live experience was and said it was a pity that she didn't come. After all, every fan of the voice actors is Aquaman, and without Teacher Zheng Tu, he could just look at other people.
Cheng Sizhou walked into the aisle and saw girls gathered in groups of three or five, chattering and discussing. Their silvery laughter was filled with the unrestrained and youthful spirit.
They must be very happy to come and see the people they like.
No one may believe it if he says it, but Cheng Sizhou actually envies them. He envies that they can boldly follow whoever they like, spend money on him, watch his performances, and mention it to others without any scruples. They can even write the name of their idol in their essays like Zhou Yitang.
Even though they know clearly that chasing stars will not produce any results, they just enjoy it, enjoy the process of being with like-minded people and sharing happiness.
Cheng Sizhou was thinking that Wen Zichuan was a voice actor, and the last time they met was just a temporary embarrassment for him. Now that he was acting in a voice actor drama and had the appearance fee, he would definitely have better choices. There was really no need for him to move to Yangliu'an and squeeze in with him.
If he hadn't moved in, their story would have been over.
Just like Zhou Yitang said, don’t indulge in greasy relationships, you have to focus on your career.
In the future, he will return to the identity of "Teacher Wen's fan", pay attention to his works, occasionally come to see his performances, and be one of those who like him across the distant front and backstage and the crowded crowds.
Cheng Sizhou's gaze slowly slid down from the drama poster. Even though he had ulterior motives, he could not influence Wen Zichuan's choice; even if he could influence Wen Zichuan's choice, he would rather hope that he would be successful in his career instead of wasting his time on him.
The signal for the second half sounded, and he finished taking a breath and returned to his seat. For a moment, his head felt light and his thoughts were like the wind blowing up fragments of the past. In the revolving fantasy, there was him who endured the pain until he fell asleep, him who was so destitute that he was chased by others, him who changed from being cold and indifferent to being gentle and moving, and him who was shining brightly on the stage.
"Sister Tong, Sister Tong." Su Zhuo was chatting with Yan Dantong in the backstage. "When I went to the bathroom just now, I thought I saw Teacher Wen's male fans."
The first half went smoothly. Although it wasn't time to completely relax, things were already sorted out. Yan Dantong was in the mood to joke, "How did you know it was his male fan? I saw that there weren't many male fans at the scene, but there were probably about ten or so."
"Isn't there a poster of the leading actors hanging outside? I saw him looking at Teacher Wen's makeup photo."
"Teacher Wen is so pretty that anyone who passes by will take a second look."
"But I have a feeling he is. Anyway, he's coming to the meet-and-greet, and we'll know soon if I'm right."
As soon as the second half started, the plot took a sharp turn for the worse.
Chu Xingge was injured by swords on the battlefield, and Wen Hao was accused of treason in the court.
The two plot lines are entangled and intertwined, just like Wen Hao's feelings for Chu Xingge, which become more and more passionate, but more and more difficult to untie, like a tangled hemp rope.
The groundhog girls could no longer laugh. They all held their faces with serious expressions.
To immerse the audience in the play, the actors must first immerse themselves in it. At this moment, Wen Zichuan is Wen Hao, and An Jie is Chu Xingge. They gasp, tremble, persist, struggle, and shout, and every line is like the sound of a drum, crashing into the audience's ears and hearts.
The background screen showed a cold and desolate prison scene. Wen Hao had endured several rounds of interrogation, torture, and repeated beatings, just to force him to confess his intention of rebellion.
Despite his frail frame, he relied on his pride to hold out for half a month, calculating that the 200,000 dan of military rations promised by the king would soon be delivered to the front lines and reach Chu Xingge's camp. As long as his fellow apprentice didn't have to worry about food shortages, they would surely be able to defeat the Li army. He wanted to hold out, waiting for news of Chu Xingge's triumphant return.
However, when the jailer was delivering food, he accidentally mentioned that an assassin from the Li Kingdom had attacked the military camp. Although the assassin was killed, General Chu was shot in the chest. Even if the battle could be won, he probably would not have come back alive.
A dim moon-like light shone on Wen Zichuan. He took several steps back and sat with his knees hugged, his back to the audience. No one could see his face.
At first, he let out a few trembling gasps, then clutched his clothes tightly, letting out a hoarse sound that was unclear whether it was crying or laughing, and then it turned into a suppressed sob. After the jailer walked away, he seemed to have bitten something, and gradually let out a whine-like sob. Finally, he hugged his arms and cried uncontrollably.
“Oh my god…”
Cheng Sizhou exclaimed in his heart. Even though he knew that voice actors were also actors and made a living by their acting skills, Wen Zichuan's expressiveness almost confused him, making him think that he was really crying, crying with true emotions.
The crying scene with great layering and performance tension really moved the audience. The applause was warm. After clapping, the girls had to wipe their tears and were so busy that they couldn't handle it.
Chu Xingge had no idea what Wen Hao had experienced. When Chu Xingge won the battle and caught up with him, they were already separated forever.
The translucent gauze curtain slowly fell, blending the frozen image of Chu Xingge holding Wen Hao's body into the background of falling snow. The ink words on the gauze curtain were faintly visible:
"In the winter of the third year of Longwu, Wen Hao died of illness during exile. Chu Xingge led his army to a crushing defeat, leaving the country in triumph. The king asked what gift he had given him. Chu Xingge replied, "I ask nothing, but only to pardon my brother Wen Hao's crimes and bury him with honor." Ten years passed since then, and the Chu family army remained unhindered. The border remained peaceful year after year, and the people lived and worked in peace."
The ink gradually spread out and then gathered together to form three big words: The End of the Play.
The lights on the stage came on, and Zhou Yitang was still rubbing his eyes: "Teacher An performed well, Teacher Wen also performed well, they are all good. The only bad thing is that this story is too cruel... Wuuwuwu..."
Cheng Sizhou took out a tissue and gave it to her: "Wipe your face quickly. You're going to see Teacher An and Teacher Wen later. You're covered in snot and tears again. They really should remember you."
"Hey, aren't you sad? You even said you were a fan of Teacher Wen. He's dead, and you're not sad at all!"
"Don't talk nonsense! It's the character who died. Your teacher Wen is doing very well. He will live to be at least a hundred years old." The other audience members left one after another. Cheng Sizhou patted her. "Hurry up. There are so many people leaving. It's really crowded. If you miss the meeting, you will cry to death."
Zhou Yitang jumped up with a "whoosh" and immediately regained her girlish dignity and elegance.
After the curtain call, the actors returned to the dressing room, some changed clothes, some removed makeup. Su Zhuode personally watched over it, and Yan Dantong arranged for other people to go to the guest channel to pick up the big fans from various groups.
"We have a record of all the fans who participated in the meeting. This gentleman can go in, but you can't." The staff acted like a single man blocking a thousand enemies' way and refused to let Zhou Yitang in no matter what.
Zhou Yitang was so anxious that he was fuming and even burst into tears: "Why? He and I came here together!"
The staff member said sternly, "You just said you're a fan of Teacher An Jie, but your name isn't on the list of Teacher An's fans. The organizer has a rule that anyone without a record is not allowed in. Please forgive me."
Cheng Sizhou felt a little reluctant. He didn't have to meet Wen Zichuan in such an occasion. However, Zhou Yitang, this little kid, would have to live on campus after entering high school, so it was indeed not easy for him to meet An Jie.
"Well, teacher, how about this? I won't go in, let her go in." Cheng Sizhou said, "But I have to wait for her here. After the meeting, let her come here to find me. One for one, it won't be against your rules."
"No, no, please stop making things difficult for me!"
"Then, what should I do?" Zhou Yitang's eyebrows and eyes were knitted together, and he looked like he was about to cry again. "Cheng Sizhou, aren't you usually the most resourceful? Please help me think of a solution!"
Cheng Sizhou was feeling helpless when a man suddenly walked out from the passage next to him. He still had his makeup on and looked like a heroic young general.
"What happened?" The voice sounded like the sound of nature.
"Teacher An——!!!" Zhou Yitang suddenly turned around.
Before she could see the man's face clearly, the little girl had already recognized him by his voice. This trick of "identifying people by their voice" made Cheng Sizhou amazed and admire him very much.
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