Chapter 10 back to tang dynasty

As soon as I arrived in Luoyang, I was engaged in intense shooting. The theater costume weighing several catties was worn on the body, and it was wet and dry, but the salt flowers were not produced. 24 hours without sleep has become commonplace. Sometimes I can fall asleep standing up, but sometimes I travel all over Luoyang alone without notice for several days. It is the season of peonies blooming, like brocade and satin, but in the eyes of lovers, the beautiful scenery on a good day can only make people feel more lovesick. I watch the weather forecast every day, and know that Xi'an has been sunny recently, but I can't go back, wasting the opportunity to meet Qin Yue.

I called Dai'er several times, wanting to chat with her about the current situation, but I never found her. Her family hesitated, either saying that Dai'er was not there, or that it was inconvenient for her to answer.I counted the time, Dai'er's due date is approaching day by day, maybe her family doesn't want to make their family scandal public?Considering that she doesn't have the freedom to connect to the phone, and her status in the family can be imagined, I can't help but feel very worried for her. There are many actresses in the crew, and those who have boyfriends all come to Luoyang to see flowers while visiting the set.I sighed even more, if I could swim hand in hand with Qin Yue in the sunshine and among the flowers, reciting poems and admiring the flowers, even if it was only for one day.

Missing each day is as deep as every day. If lovesickness is compared to spring ponds, how can lovesickness be as deep as pond water. Whenever night comes, I will look up at the bright moon for a long time, otherwise, I simply don't know how to hold on. Jiuwen received letters from time to time, using roundabout tactics, and kept talking to me about his neighbors and homes, and it seemed that there were women who fell in love with him everywhere.I don't inquire, I don't make fun of it, I respond to all changes with the same, and do my duty as a confidante.This dragged on for two months, but he couldn't bear it anymore, and finally chased him to Luoyang.

That day the crew was rehearsing a court song and dance, and I was just a background actor, standing behind Wu Zetian in my clothes to act as the background, without even a single line. The dressing room is full of people, all of them rouge and pink, coming in and out, generally busy, but it is clear at a glance who is the protagonist, who is the supporting role, and who is the secondary.Without him, the word snobbery is written on the face, no matter how thick the ink is, it can't cover up whoever rises and who declines.Besides, the make-up and outfits of the supporting actors are always inferior to those of the leading actors, and they are usually sloppy, but they are suitable for the scene.A small dressing room is the epitome of the world of mortals, with strict barriers and distinct classes.

I'm usually the last one to put on makeup, and when it's time to appear on camera, I don't want to bully the scene, no matter how simple the scene is, and when there is no camera, I quietly retreat, standing behind the crowd and watching other people's performances. If life can really be like a play, everyone knows when to enter, when to exit, how to speak, and how to act. It's a pity that there are often bad characters who just accidentally read the wrong dialogue and took the wrong step, and the result is like a jacket that was buttoned wrong at the first button, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong all the way to the end.

Just like this moment, the director who just came to report the day before yesterday somehow offended Lan Gezi. The director had urged him three or four times, but Lan Gezi just sat indifferently, refusing to go on stage.Out of face, the director scolded and begged for nothing. When he saw Jiuwen, he grabbed it like a savior and winked desperately: "Old Xia, I'm busy trying out the track, so you can help me with it." Based on the standpoint of half friend and half colleague, Jiuwen is easy to pretend to be red and white.Immediately walked over, frowning and asked: "What's going on?" The drama manager hurriedly approached to explain right and wrong, entangled, the more anxious he became, the more he couldn't explain clearly, his face flushed red.Blue Pigeon just sat aside, as if he didn't care.Hearing the impatience, he suddenly stood up with a flick of his sleeves, whether intentionally or not, swept the bottles and cans on the stage.

Even so, her movements and attitude are still graceful, just like acting.I sighed secretly when I saw it, if it is unfair, it is really unfair, the same thing, the blue pigeon did it, it is normal, it is a style, I feel sorry for it, other people do it, it is imitation, and the east lion roars. Seeing that Jiuwen cut through the mess quickly, he didn't persuade much, just waved to the drama manager: "Don't talk about it, go to the producer to settle the salary immediately, I don't need to come tomorrow." Blue Pigeon was taken aback, then raised her head: "That's not necessary..."

It was just a small quarrel, a few or two sentences to explain it clearly, and everyone is in his place.The fate of the small drama has been rewritten twice. I said to Jiuwen, "I don't see how you can play hard to get." Jiu asked with a smile: "Lan Gezi is not bad at heart, but always wants people to remember that she is a big star, and she wants to be the emperor inside and outside the play, so let her order." Asked and asked: "Tell me, can Shangguan Wan'er sing and dance?" "No way. Wan'er is in a high position, and the most important thing is to advance and retreat with restraint, so she is probably unsmiling."

"That might be. If Wu Zetian had the same personality as Lan Gezi, one day he got excited on a whim and issued an imperial decree, so why not order you to sing?" "Sing what? Sing 'recalling the past years, growing up in a boudoir'?" I laughed and sang a few lines casually. Jiu Wen was taken aback: "What song is this, with such a strange tune?" ""The Music of the Cup"." I replied casually, "Everyone in the palace can sing..." Before I finished speaking, I was already stunned.How would I know?Where did I learn this song?

However, there is a clear image in my mind: the court dancer wears a double bun, a red skirt, and a green scarf around her waist, singing and dancing gracefully, her body is like a willow branch.I can even clearly tell the order in which the music troupe next to me stood and sat, and how the head of the silk and bamboo troupe smiled obsequiously. The singing and dancing had already stopped, and people surrounded me in amazement, as if they were watching a visitor from outside the sky.And my thoughts are pouring out like water, and I can't help but describe the scene I have never seen before-"The music girls who play the flute wear double buns, the ones who play the pan flute comb the snail buns, and the rest are single buns. The instruments they use are as follows: Sheng, Pa, Xiao, Se, Ruan Xian, Jiegu, Pan Xiao, and Pi..."

"筚篥?" The director interrupted me, "What is a 筚篥?" "It's an instrument similar to a flute." The composer replied sullenly, "but almost no one can play it now. Moreover, I have seen the score of "Qing Cup Music" sung by Tang Yan just now. It is a Gongchi score. Even I I don’t know her either, but I didn’t expect her to be so knowledgeable.” "No, I don't know Gongchi notation. I just know how to sing that song." I sang, "Reminiscing about the past years, growing up in a deep boudoir. Leisurely relying on an embroidery bed, picking up golden needles from time to time, imitating the appearance of dancing phoenixes and flying phoenixes... ..." "Okay! Great!" The director exclaimed excitedly, "Come here, dancers, costumes, music, and re-arrange according to Tang Yan's words, and use this song "Qing Cup Music" to re-arrange according to Tang Yan's singing. Compose the music. Tang Yan, please go on and explain in more detail, how do they arrange the seats, what kind of clothes are the dancers wearing? Is it very revealing? Are there any sleeves?" "There are no water sleeves, but wide sleeves. They dance soft dances and sometimes towel dances. In addition, the palace also performs healthy dances during festivals, that is, Nuo dance, or Tuozhi dance. When dancing Nuo dance, you must bring Nuo mask, neither human nor beast, very fierce and majestic, with a kind of mysterious power, begging to ward off evil and eliminate evil..." I pause, amazed at my own narrative.As if a door of memory had been knocked open, many scenes that I had never experienced flooded into my mind, with the fragrance of flowers in May, and the faint music, breaking into my thinking without a trace .I seem to have suddenly become an ancient person, with many ancient memories, to be precise, the memories of the court of the Tang Dynasty.I seem to have lived in the center of power and politics since I was born. I know all the strife and contention like the back of my hand, and I feel like I have personally experienced the fate of Shangguan Waner. Warrior's prowess. I suddenly understood that it was Qin Yue, it was Qin Yue who turned me into an ancient woman, and made me gradually have the temperament and charm of an ancient lady. As Daier said, love penetrates like air into every nerve and every drop of blood of a lover, reshaping her.Qin Yue has also reshaped me and awakened me. While he followed me to understand the customs and knowledge of the world, I also followed him step by step to dream back to the Tang Dynasty. Thanks to my ghost-like inspiration, the filming of the crew suddenly became easier. Some details that required repeated deliberation, such as music, scenes, costumes, etiquette, etc., I can casually say, like a treasure. My behavior became more and more erratic, but my thoughts became more and more unrestrained. Sometimes I had a whim, and I was suddenly happy and angry, and I couldn't control it at all.It's as if a new software is suddenly added to the computer. Although the function is strong, it cannot run smoothly for a while. One day, I visited the Peony Garden with Jiuwen. There are moon cave gates, carved window lattices, pavilions, waterside pavilions, and extremely high walls that I like. Whenever I see the high whitewashed walls, I always think of words such as "the courtyard is deep", "red apricots come out of the wall", "wind and moon love", "wives and concubines are in groups", and I think of "tender cold locks dreams because of spring". It is cold, and the fragrance hits people is the charming situation of wine fragrance". Today's Xi'an has very few high walls with mysterious charm. Even if there are, they are not tall houses, deep courtyards, embroidered households and Zhuge, but mostly temples. "A winding path leading to a secluded place" is often "a meditation room with deep flowers and trees", so all reveries and thoughts are knocked away by the sound of "Namo Amitabha Buddha".Luoyang, on the contrary, retains more elegant and classical charm than the ancient capital of the thirteen dynasties. Walking among the flowers, I chanted casually: "The solstice of spring comes from the beginning, and autumn is not yet willing to disperse. May I ask peaches and plums, what is the desire for chaos?" Jiu asked, ""Jian Cai Hua"." "what?" "I said that the poem you read just now is Shangguan Wan'er's Qilu "Jiancaihua". It is said that she composed this poem in Luoyang Palace." "Really? I don't know." I answered blankly. Jiuwen has long been used to my unconstrained way of thinking, and at this moment he suddenly said: "Tang Yan, I have a feeling that you seem to have two identities and two memories. In other words, you are what people often call a 'reborn person'. , is the reincarnation of Shangguan Wan'er." "Wan'er is reincarnated?" I laughed, "If scientists know about this, they will arrest me and have me dissected." "That's not true. There are so many strange things in the entertainment industry. Everyone has already seen it. Even if the crew wants to use this to hype it, the media will think it's a gimmick, so no one will believe it." "So I'm the most ordinary." "But how do you explain your sudden inspirations? This is where your greatest charm lies." Jiu Wen stopped, and his eyes suddenly became hot when he looked at me, "A woman who doesn't know where her beauty is, is Truly the most beautiful people." The emotion in his eyes was so intense that I couldn't help but take a step back. Jiuwen then approached: "Are you afraid of me?" "No, I'm afraid of myself. Jiuwen, you are a good friend I respect and cherish very much. I'm afraid I'll hurt you." Jiuwen knew the elegant meaning after hearing Xiange, but he refused to believe it, and said in amazement: "You mean I have no chance? How is this possible?" I look at him.Jiuwen is considered excellent, but compared to Qin Yue, it is still not the same.Qin Yue is profound, calm, kind, and resolute. What he possesses are the true male virtues that have disappeared in this world.He is irreplaceable, not even imitable.As for Jiuwen, although his talent is enough to look down on his peers, but because he knows too much about his talent, he is a little less calm. Perhaps as he himself said, a woman who doesn't know her own beauty is the most beautiful.As for men, can we say this: A man who thinks he is too good is not good enough? I lowered my head and decided to cut through the mess quickly: "Jiuwen, I already have love in my heart." "He arrived earlier than me?" "As early as 1000 years." "Such an exaggeration?" Jiuwen laughed, "Is he better than me?" "In my mind, he is incomparable and unique." Jiuwen was greatly frustrated, and his face was full of frustration. I couldn't bear it, and deliberately changed the topic: "The newspaper said you have many girlfriends?" "That's because many women want me to be their boyfriend," Jiu Wen immediately regained some confidence, "I just didn't deny it." I smile. Jiu Wen couldn't help laughing, and asked softly, "Is every woman in love so persistent?" "I don't know." I smiled and said sincerely, "But I believe that you will meet a woman who loves you persistently." "As beautiful as you?" "Ten times better than me." "You promise?" Jiu Wen teased, then laughed, "Tang Yan, you have to remember: you owe me a favor, and you have the responsibility to help me find a woman who is as beautiful as you, and hand her over to me. " "Do you want a three-five?" We looked at each other and smiled, and sure enough, we clapped hands hard. It's a pleasure to deal with smart people.I'm glad I met Xia Jiuwen, not Dai'er's A Lun or He Peiyi. Jiuwen left and went back to Xi’an the next day. The makeup artist gave me a note, saying that Jiuwen entrusted him to give it to me before getting on the car.The note read: If there is no one better than you, then it is you. I smile.It was one thing not to love him, but quite another to be loved.After all, I am just a vain woman. The make-up artist has always been very friendly to me, and now she is even more enthusiastic to remind me: "Hold on to Writer Xia, he is not slippery, and he is not easy to be affectionate." "how?" "The blue dove seems to have particularly blue eyes on him." "Blue eyes" is the opposite of "white eyes".But I don't remember a time when Blue Pigeon gave someone a supercilious look. The makeup artist emphasized: "But that's different. When she looks at him, her eyes will light up. And he always appears in front of her with excuses. You didn't notice that she paid special attention to his opinions." I am even more funny.This make-up artist should switch to a screenwriter, and he can accurately describe people's expressions. "Also, when Writer Xia came to visit your class and gave you a basket of fruit, everyone should have a share. But Blue Pigeon will thank him especially for this matter." "It's just her style." "Tch, I don't know how many fruit snacks the big star eats for free every day. I haven't heard her say thank you to anyone. Let alone the fruit, even if someone specially gave her a car of bananas and mangoes, she might not look up. .” My heart skipped a beat.Just as I was about to chat, the director called me again, but it was because of Princess Anle's makeup. An Le is the daughter of Emperor Zhongzong Li Xian, who was born by Empress Wei on the way to exile. Because she was born with only a parcel of skin, she was also named Bao'er.When she was young, she had endured all kinds of hardships with her parents in Fangzhou, and finally flew up to a branch and turned into a phoenix.But because she was born like pearls and jade, her brilliance moved the world, and everyone couldn't bear to blame her for the mistakes she made, so they allowed her to be extravagant and extravagant. While I was helping the actor playing Anle to make up, I thought of Daier.Dai'er's personality is more or less like An Le's, a natural princess.Only care about yourself and no one else.But today, she has also suffered a lot for her love. I don't know what is going on now. The due date of delivery should be approaching. Can she bear it? Thinking about it, I couldn't help being in a daze.The director urged: "Tang Yan, what kind of clothes should you wear?" The director is now relying more and more on me. Whenever he changes the costumes of the main actors, he always asks for my permission. So I took a step back and took a closer look at An Le, who had crystal makeup on. I felt that she looked like Dai Er, and blurted out, "The more revealing the dress, the better, and the see-through dress is the best." The harem costumes of the Tang Dynasty were originally flashy and colorful, but the costume master was ordered to be more aggressive. He took a gauze dress as thin as a cicada's wings and put it on Anle's body. There was only a peach red corset underneath, which seemed to be half-exposed. It's more exciting than not wearing it. The director was overjoyed: "It's really beautiful. Once you wear it like this, you can tell it's Princess Anle without saying a word." There is some hesitation about the company's clothing: "Will it be criticized by the media for being too revealing?" The director disdains: "Today's female writers are all vying to be exposed, who cares about this?" The actresses laughed: "That's right, then what magic weapon do we have for sensationalism?" The makeup artist gave the best answer: "You can consider playing a 'performance art', where people put on white paper clothes and stand on the street, with a few big words on the paper: 'All the female writers have taken off, what should we do?' It must be a sensation." Everyone laughed. Then there was a sound of "Camera", the lights were turned on, and Wei Xian, who was dressed up, came out in a graceful manner.This is a woman who imitates Wu Zetian everywhere, but she is not exposed. She only has the power of the sky, but not the wisdom of the sky, so she is doomed to be defeated in the end.Relying on Zhongzong's promise in Fangzhou that "the future will be as prosperous as it is, and there will be no mutual control", she is extravagant and lustful, and her arrogance is getting stronger day by day. As for madly seizing power, she covets the throne.What I want to shoot today is the scene where Empress Wei and her daughter An Le conspired to poison Zhongzong and usurp the throne. What Empress Wei used to her daughter was not only a lure, but also an aggressive method: "A person who wants to be a queen princess doesn't even have the courage to poison, so how can he achieve great things?" An Le hesitated: "But, he is my father after all." "And I'm your mother." Empress Wei said earnestly, "Since Shangguan Wan'er was established as Zhaorong, she has been more powerful than Emperor Wu when she approved memorials and drafted imperial decrees. And your father obeyed her words." She is favored and trusted. During this period of time, she might as well live in Zhaorong Palace. In my opinion, maybe she will be made queen. At that time, I am afraid that you and I will die without a place to die." "No, Queen Mother. Father loves you. When you were in Fangzhou, didn't your father promise you that if you could return to Chang'an one day, he would never restrain you?" "Fangzhou? Hahaha, Fangzhou!" Empress Wei's laughter was filled with sadness and resentment in the madness, "If there is something to do, Zhong Wuyan, and if there is nothing to do, Xia Yingchun. In Fangzhou, we are the ones who accompany him to endure hardships and worries. But as soon as he became the emperor, enjoying all the glory and wealth with him, and domineering, she became Shangguan Zhaorong. You don't know, your father didn't think about that bastard Shangguan for a day or two, but from the beginning The child had the idea. Now that the Emperor Wu is dead, he has become the emperor and has the power, so he can finally do whatever he wants. The first order he issued was to make the Shangguan Zhaorong, and the power is in the harem. Even I, the queen, can't help her. Bao'er, we can no longer hesitate, if your father is not dead, I must die, and you must die too." "No, no, father loves me so much, he won't kill me." "He won't? He won't today, maybe he won't tomorrow. Think about it, your father ordered to kill your brother Li Chongjun, and your husband Wu Chongxun. He can kill his son and son-in-law, but there is no guarantee that he will not Kill your wife and daughter one day!" An Le covered her ears in pain and began to cry. Empress Wei pressed on step by step and issued an ultimatum, "You have no choice between dying with your father and ascending to the throne with your mother. I want to ascend the throne, I want to be emperor, and you are my only heir. Isn't this your greatest ideal, your heaviest desire?" The night wind was bleak, An Le lowered her head, and looked at her slender hands as white as jade.Wait a minute, she will use these hands to poison her father and annihilate her family.She cannot but be afraid, cannot but hesitate, cannot but be sad. The background music is playing, it's Xun music. The director clapped his hands, this one is over.The actors gathered around, "Director, how are you doing? Do you want another one?" The director said nothing, but looked at me: "Tang Yan, what do you think?" Everyone is used to me as an uncrowned director, and said with a smile: "Yes, what does the Supreme Emperor think?" In the film crew, although there are actors and emperors such as Tang Gaozong, Wu Zetian, and Tang Zhongzong, the real emperor is still the director, and I am more important than the director's words, the emperor of the emperor, the emperor of the emperor. I thought about it and said: "I always feel that although the use of xun music here can express the mood of sadness and vicissitudes, it is just pure music, which is not solid enough and seems light. Far away, and Xun Le's whimper echoed, as if the sound of the night wind might deepen the fear and desolation." "Yes, one after another, it seems to be urging, and it seems to stop. It is more real to add the watchman's desolate cry. In the music, the xun music should be lowered, just like the sound from the bottom of the heart. It’s a sound, a moan, a sigh.” The director walked up and down, turning around and around, this is his habitual action when he is thinking, and whenever he stops, a new inspiration is born when.At this moment, he suddenly stopped, and asked eagerly: "By the way, how did the watchman shout at that time?" A voice suddenly came into my head, and I lowered my voice to learn: "Be careful of the candle..." I imitated the bellman's shout, trembling, hoarse, intermittent, with wind and dew cold, half-lived have no choice. All the actors stretched their necks together: "It's so cold!" The director's eyes were full of light: "That's it! That's it! Come on, take another one!" With the development of the plot, Wu Zetian has passed away at this time, and the blue pigeon has returned to Xi'an earlier.Wan'er's play has also come to an end. The director said that it is estimated that the filming will be closed next month, and we will return with honor. But at this time, a sudden phone call brought forward my return date.One, the dreaded call. That day, I was helping the make-up artist to put on Princess Taiping's hair, when suddenly the director said to me solemnly: "Tang Yan, come here." I was surprised, why did the director come to me in person, summon me for something, and let the drama manager call me out. The director said: "It's your home. You have something to go back to your home." "My Home?" "Yes, your brother called and asked you to go back immediately. I have asked someone to buy a ticket for you. You should pack up immediately, and I will send a car to take you to the station." My heart suddenly jumped rapidly. "What's the matter? Director, what happened?" "It's your mother." The director looked at me sympathetically, "Your mother had a car accident!" "God!" I covered my mouth suddenly, and looked at him with wide eyes in disbelief. After a while, I tried to force a smile, "Director, isn't today April 1st?" "Tang Yan." The director put his hands on my shoulders, "Listen to me, calm down, I'll ask Xiao Li from the logistics company to go back with you. Your mother is in the hospital for emergency treatment, and nothing will happen. Don't think about the worst, maybe When you go back, the operation has been successfully completed, and your mother can eat the fruit you peeled yourself." "However, I have grown up to this age, and I have never peeled a piece of fruit for my mother." I heard a strange tremor in my own voice.The director handed me a stack of tissues, and I looked at him blankly, not knowing why. The director coughed: "Tang Yan, don't be like this, don't worry, nothing will happen. Wipe your face, I'll ask the driver to take you to the station." I covered my face with a tissue, and my face was wet. The rouge, lipstick, and eyeshadow were all over the paper, which looked shocking. It turned out that I was crying. But why should I weep?The director said everything is fine, mom will be fine, why should I cry, why cry? No, I don't have to worry, mom will be all right, will be all right! All the way home like an arrow, but was crushed by the wheels.The lights on both sides of the railway track flickered like ghosts in the dark night, silently condemning my indifference and unfilial piety. It was only at this moment that I realized how much I actually love my parents. Even though they weren't my real parents, even though they've always been a little cold to me.But in my life, after all, they are the closest and most loving people to me.When I was waiting to be fed, it was my mother who fed me with her own hands; when I was sick and had a fever, it was my mother who stayed by my bedside.I can never repay her kindness in my life, no, I haven't even had time to repay her.If mom can never wake up again, then I will never forgive myself in my life. Mom, don't die!wait me back!Wait for me to come back to take care of you and repay you! do not die!don't want! In the end, however, my prayers did not stay with my mother. When I rushed to the hospital, what greeted me was my brother's swollen eyes from crying and my father's suddenly white hair. My father held my hand and said tremblingly: "Yan'er, your mother passed away. She walked away with her eyes open." , I think, she wants to wait for you to come back and see you." As soon as I stayed, the whole person seemed to be immobilized, unable to move. Tang Yu slapped me across the face: "Yan'er, wake up! Yan'er!" "Mom," I murmured blankly, "I'm going to see my mother, I'm going to see my mother!" Whenever I walked to the door of a ward, I would push it away. Dad stopped me, tearful: "Your mother has already been sent to the morgue." "I'm going to the morgue to see my mother." I turned around and left, but before I reached the door of the morgue, my legs suddenly gave way and I fell to my knees. The word "mortuary" was shocking, and it wasn't until then that I clearly understood what had happened.Mom is gone!What was lying in the morgue was no longer my mother, but a body without emotion or thought. She would never eat the oranges I peeled with my own hands again! My teeth bit my lips until blood oozes out, I tremble all over, like a withered leaf in the wind, but I just can't cry. My brother shook me: "Yan'er, cry, cry out loud!" I looked up at him blankly, why, why must I cry? My brother slapped me across the face again: "Yan'er, cry, mother is dead! Dead!" "Mom!" I finally cried hoarsely, my whole body collapsed, and I crawled towards the door of the mortuary, knocking and smashing, mom, come back!Let me see you again, let me peel a fruit for you, let me have the opportunity to serve you and repay you!don't want!Don't be so cruel, put so much kindness on me, but leave me with regrets for the rest of my life. Mother!