Chapter 63 Sanxi

After the curtain closed, the stage suddenly became smaller.In the dim yellow light, the tables, chairs and cabinets with only one side to look at looked extremely simple.The actors were all busy unloading their clothes. Nangong Hua stayed on the stage alone for a while, holding on to the paper door. She was really good just now, she knows it by herself.The door was open, letting in the red light of the setting sun.She stretched out her hand in the sun, her thin little red hand, and her fingers burned like blurred flames.In that instant she was the prophetess, showing the way.The long gown on her body was a discreet gray color, but there was a button on the lapel that was not buttoned up. Turning it over, the red lining was exposed, and the invisible place inside seemed to be burning there.Say, "We're going out right now—right away!"

A lot of other things were said besides, and what was said, it didn't matter at all.Usually, in a play, when a man and a woman finally meet after going through a lot of hardships, the playwright always finds it very difficult to ask them to say a few words that are appropriate, but in the end they still talk about a little white boat, which is tied to the sailed, and floated to the beautiful island in the sky, not to mention the wounded canary, and the wiser ones could say, "Look! The moon is out." The music speaks for itself. This is the advantage of Nangong Hua - she can say a lot of meaningless words without opening her mouth.There was a strange stillness in her voice; there was a deliberate decorum in her gestures, so that whatever she was in was a period drama.

After leaving the theater, the streets were full of people late at night.She hired a rickshaw and bargained for forty yuan. She rummaged through her wallet and left the house in a hurry. Her aunt stopped her to ask for money. The lamp was broken and had to be replaced.So there was only thirty yuan left in the wallet.She counter-offered and gave him thirty. She is really a talented entertainer, and even though she is a few years older, she can still be seen on stage.Does the aunt know what kind of person the wife at home is?Auntie only knew that her house was a little messier than the average house, and some dubious friends would come here from time to time, sit around, eat snacks, spoil the room, and go crazy until midnight.The casualness and ignorance of the host and mistress are probably considered students.There is nothing different about others.

Sometimes Nangonghua also felt that what Auntie saw was all of her private life.There is nothing else. The rickshaw pulled all the way, and the sky on the long street was like a bottomless ditch, a ditch at the junction of yin and yang, separating the home from the theater.A street lamp hangs high above the head, with a deep iron shade, the lampshade shines a piece of snow white, three sections of white, white dazzling.The people in the rickshaw slid past silently, there were street lamps on their heads, one after another, and the moon of the underworld floated in the bottomless gutter, one after another.

How did it become nothing?Nangong Hua and her husband were married in love, and - what kind of love is it!Both of them are enthusiastic young people who devoted themselves to the drama. For love, they also committed suicide and threatened, saying that they would go to far away places and never come back for the rest of their lives.What kind of cannonball words!What a hurtful little gesture; a poignant, eternal gesture!No playwright has ever written such a good play.Newspapers also talked about them, they were the gongs and drums for cheering. In the tradition of Chinese drama, the gongs and drums are always played too loudly, often drowning out the protagonist's long libretto, but it is still lively after all.

She has been married for ten years now, and her children are all grown up. Everyone seems to have forgotten that this happened before, especially her husband.Occasionally reminding him, I also feel embarrassed, as if I am close to a rascal.In short, she has nothing to show people off the stage. The rickshaw driver said: "Haiger Road is here." Nangong Hua said: "Okay, Jing'an Temple Road, Haige Road." The driver said: "Oh, Jing'an Temple Road, Haige Road! Jing'an Temple Road, Haige Road! Add two Tin!" Nangong Hua got impatient, told him to stop, gave him the money, and walked home by herself.

All the shops on the street were dark, except for a newly opened woodware shop. Although the iron fence was pulled up, the window was still brightly lit. Two clerks stood on both sides of a large mirror-painted bed and pulled back the light yellow brocade and embroidered bed cover. , straighten the two side-by-side pillows inside.It's rare for people to see - a bed that is specially displayed, and it turns out that there is also a time to make the bed and fold the quilt. Nangong Hua stood outside the glass window for a while, then continued to walk forward, almost crying, but she was already home.

September 1944