Chapter 177 The True Meaning of Performance
The performance was over, and Heshia changed back into the clothes she wore when she came, and sat in the dressing room.
A very special emotion lingered in her heart. At first, she just imitated the performance of senior sister Luo Fuyu, but she was slowly immersed in it in the process. It was the theme style of the venue, the expectations of the audience, her own understanding of the performance, and the atmosphere created together. It was the subtle guidance of emotions, and the direction after rational analysis. After combining with each other, it formed a slightly sacred scene.
This special scene and state of mind brought a gentle impact to the girl, so that even after the performance, she was slowly savoring what state she was in at that time.
For ordinary people, performances may be nervous, or they may be very happy, etc., and they will not be so complicated, but she always perceives some changes very delicately.
In fact, she is somewhat resistant to performances. She once thought that this resistance was shyness and embarrassment, but it is not just that. It is also in her heart that she is slightly afraid and avoids this behavior.
To serve others with beauty is nothing but an actor, an online beggar, a money-swindler, a performer...
This is a kind of prejudice, but it is also the idea of many people. In traditional concepts, people who engage in such professions are lowly and not presentable. Girls who show their faces in public and engage in such trades will inevitably be infected with bad habits and things, which is the reason for her resistance in her heart.
Because of her previous timidity and inferiority, she was particularly sensitive to such comments and words.
But today is different, because she is not performing under her real name, but performing as Luo Fuyu. Even if there will be various comments later, they will not fall on her, so she does not have to carry any burden, so it is easy to immerse herself in the performance itself.
Which side is right? As far as watching movies and TV dramas is concerned, it is a very normal entertainment for most people, but once people around you are engaged in related industries, they will be considered improper, and not only this, but also by extension, anything that has nothing to do with production and entertainment will be considered improper, wasteful, degenerate, crooked, and not on the right path.
Playing games, reading idle books, playing models, and making music.
What's the meaning of this? Can it make money? Is it serious? Is it shameless?
Doing this, playing this, liking this will only waste your studies, waste time, and make no money. Similar words seem to be often heard in life.
It seems that people should make money like machines throughout their lives, and aim to be the best. Only in this way can they be free from any blame and be perfect.
This concept was formed because in that era of scarcity and crisis, the whole society suppressed entertainment behavior and made it give way to production and reproduction.
Being busy all the time is a state that makes people proud. Even if you are not that busy, you have to pretend and create it in this way to get spiritual comfort, otherwise you will feel uneasy or be despised by others.
He is so idle that he will definitely fall in the future. The reason why he did not succeed, improve his studies, and make money is definitely because he did not work hard enough. Look, he actually has time to do that idle thing.
At first glance, it seems to make sense, which is why many people find it difficult to refute.
But the question is again, what is the purpose of hard work, or this kind of busyness day after day, year after year? Is it just to be so hard and tired next time and dare not have any entertainment?
If you can't get any reward and can't change any status quo, then what is the value and meaning of hard work? Is there an end to becoming a superior person and making money?
How much money can you make and at what point can you stop for a while and let yourself relax.
In traditional concepts, all entertainment behaviors are despised and suppressed. Everything that makes people happy is almost always criticized. Only fatigue and pain are worth praising, because this can "train" people and make people "great", but in fact, too bitter experience will only become an unforgettable nightmare and nightmare for many people in their lives, making them timid or always anxious. It
can even be said that the formation of this concept is because of the psychological trauma suffered by people in that era. They can never forget that kind of pain, so they are particularly anxious about survival and can't bear to see anyone around them idle. As long as they are not studying or working, sitting at home playing games is absolutely an unforgivable thing.
Some people may say that after adults work and make money, it is okay to have a little entertainment, but this is not the case. Even if you work non-stop for a whole year, you will be subjected to such words when you play a little at home during the rare holidays.
It is a brand engraved in the spirit, a lingering stereotype.
When a question is vague and cannot be refuted, it will become a mental problem, but if the source and cause can be gradually analyzed, it will no longer be as invincible as before.
After gradually understanding the reasons for her resistance and escape in the past, Heshia's frown loosened a little.
It was time to go out. She shook her head and stroked the hair on the side of her eyes with her fingers. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her light gray hair color made her look very "light", like a background board, without the strong and eye-catching feeling of black and silver, or other colors.
However, she likes this "light" feeling very much, this state of sitting in the corner, not being watched, not being evaluated, and relaxing naturally.
It will probably take a long time to really overcome the psychological barriers to performing on stage, but at least now, she is not as uneasy as before.
After leaving the dressing room, the rest room seemed to be particularly lively, and many people were discussing the performance just now.
"I didn't recognize her at the time. It wasn't Senior Luo Fuyu. I can only say that her temperament and spirit are too similar." A girl said eagerly to her companion.
"If I hadn't known in advance, I would probably be like you. That girl's performance was too good."
"It's still a little different. The dance steps in the performance are also different, but the overall effect is very natural. Almost no one reacted at the time."
"I don't know what the result is. Did the teacher and the important guest come to a conclusion?"
"Ah, Heshia come out." Everyone's eyes shifted and looked at Heshia who came out.
Because of the hair color, there was a big difference from her image when she was performing on stage, which made people almost unrecognizable. After comparing the video and the real person for a long time, everyone was sure that she was the girl just now.
Luo Fuyu came over at this time, took Heshia's hand, and the two came to the crowd.
"Now you can take a good look and compare." She said to everyone with a half-hidden smile.
Seeing that everyone had compared and watched enough, she let go of Heshia's hand and said, "Okay, now you are satisfied, don't gather around anymore, just do what you need to do."
"Heshia and I have already done the performance. As for whether we can come to an agreement in the end, that is not our business." She closed her eyes and shook her head.
After that, everyone left with a smile, and only a few people occasionally glanced at the two people sitting on the sofa.
After sitting down again, Luo Fuyu turned her head, looked at Heshia carefully, and nodded slightly.
"Although your hair color is not black, I have to say that your temperament and facial contour are indeed very consistent."
"It's probably because of my mother. When people are young, they will unconsciously imitate adults." Heshiya was a little embarrassed by being looked at, and she explained.
"You should have learned similar inheritance at home. I see that your steps are very steady and your body is very coordinated. You don't look like an inexperienced person." Luo Fuyu continued.
"I won't ask about the specific situation, otherwise people will think it's impolite, hehe."
"I really appreciate Heshiya's rescue. Let me think about it. I will ask the academy teacher later and give you a return gift."
"It will probably be busy today, and it will be difficult to entertain you properly. If you are free next time, I think, it will be a holiday soon. Let's set a time during the holiday and come to visit Lianhongci Academy."
"Don't refuse, it's rare for me to invite people. Besides, if we don't thank you properly, it will seem very rude." Luo Fuyu stretched out half a finger from his sleeve and lightly pressed his chin.
"Okay, I will visit during the holiday." Heshiya had to nod.
"Well, we will also tell Yuanting about the school in advance, so you don't have to worry."
"That's it for today. You must want to visit the Frozen Green Festival when you come to the venue. I won't keep you here now, otherwise it will be boring to sit here all the time."
"No, in fact, I learned a lot from Senior Sister Luo." Heshia replied.
Then Heshia and Mel got up and walked out of the venue slowly under the leadership of Luo Fuyu. Before leaving, she gave them a string of pendants.
"I originally wanted to give them better porcelain, but they are too big, and I am afraid that you will not be able to take them, so I have to send them to your school later."
"Come again next time~" She waved her hand, and then waited for the two to walk away before returning to the 'venue'.
After leaving here, Mel was immersed in the surprise of the girl's performance before, and kept looking at the photo in Heshia's hand, as if trying to find the common points between the two.
This situation did not improve until the two met another girl on the platform.
"Heshia~ I'm over here." Miss Irene was wearing a brown top, a black pleated skirt and long cotton socks, and sunglasses. Her originally golden hair was now curled into wavy spirals at the end, which was quite fashionable.
When she approached, she took off her sunglasses on the bridge of her nose, revealing her pale golden eyes. When she held Heshia's hand, a smile broke out on her face.
"I haven't seen Heshia for a long time. It feels like a lot of things have happened in just half a year."
"Is this Mel? Hello, my name is Irene, I'm Heshia's good friend and childhood playmate." Compared to Mel's timid performance, she was still as generous as ever.
After the three of them met up, they continued their previous tour. Along the way, Irene also talked about what happened after she went to high school.
"Before I went there, I thought it would be a very leisurely school life, but the school's curriculum is very, uh, not very full, but it makes sure that every period of time is useful and you can't give it up. As I studied, I slowly immersed myself in various flower cultivation courses and had no time to do other things."
"Luckily, the recent exams are over, and everything is free again, so I caught up on the latest fashion news, got a hair perm, bought new clothes and so on."
"There are only 100 people in the whole grade, and basically everyone knows each other. Everyone has his or her own flower field, and occasionally I can pass by other people's flower fields to see how they are growing."
"When I first applied for the exam, I just wanted to grow flowers as a personal hobby. After all, my family has a business to inherit. But recently I like it more and more. Maybe I will open a flower shop in the future? But I always feel that there are many things to do in the future."
"For example, running my own business and company, taking care of the small company I opened with Heshia, opening a flower shop, visiting botanical gardens in various places, learning fashion knowledge, designing clothes in the future, and so on." Yilin could hardly stop talking. It seemed that she had many new ideas to share with Heshia.
To this, the girl listened patiently and carefully, occasionally smiling and responding. Yilin always had endless words and endless interest to treat this companion and friend she liked since childhood.
After that, the three of them entered the academy venue dedicated to training fighters, tasted the Shanzhen Qingzhu Academy venue with various delicious dishes, entered the temple of Huilong Temple, prayed and burned incense together, and arrived at the venue of Luo Zhen's Eye Academy in the evening.
The venue is divided into several layers, separated from each other. The outermost is a booth composed of various glass cabinets, in which are placed exquisitely crafted puppets. They have different hair colors and pupils. They sit quietly on the cushions in the closets. There is a keyhole behind them, where the rotating key for winding the spring can be inserted.
Although the ancient torsion spring torque is no longer used to add power, this ancient ritual and style are still preserved.
After entering the inner layer, it is a small performance room that can only accommodate 80 people. It is surrounded by black curtains. On the stage inside, several cute and gorgeous puppets are hanging by silk threads and performing various actions, performing famous operas. Above the stage, there are students from the academy controlling and directing, and there are also special dubbing students on the side.
"Today, we are performing the story of the seven ancient heroes." On the stage, a rabbit puppet bowed and saluted.
"A long, long time ago, in order to resist the cruel tyranny and to avenge his sister, a young boy set foot alone in the uninhabited forest..."
"He walked a long way, so far that he had forgotten the direction he was going and how to survive."
"Finally, he fainted and fell in the night. It was a cold night, deep in the forest where no one listened."
"Probably, he will be eaten by wild beasts. This is what he thought at the moment." The young boy puppet on the stage lay flat, and a drop of dew dripped from the sky, fell on the corner of his eye, and slowly slid down.
"However, fate does not seem to have given up on him at this moment."
A girl puppet with silver hair and a white dress descended, her fingertips drooped, and dew and fruit fell with her.
"Because of the girl's rescue, the boy survived, and his legend began from then on."
(End of this chapter)
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