Chapter 2 rabbit

one Many people say that Xiao Chen is a "rabbit". I've known him, I've known him since he wasn't a fancier.He is very thin, very smart, very strong, very young, his eyebrows and eyes are not particularly delicate, but his face is still fair.I have worked with him in a company for more than half a year, and no one in the company has any disrespectful attitude or behavior towards him; on the contrary, everyone treats him like a little brother: he loves red faces, everyone also Be extra polite to him.He couldn't, absolutely couldn't, be a "rabbit." He is so smart.Once, when the company held a commemorative meeting, there were several "entertainments" that all the staff put together, whether it was good or not, just for fun.Xiao Chen blushed and said that he could act. Although he hadn't learned it, he had seen it; if everyone wanted, he could try it.You can act after seeing a play, no one believes it.But since it's for the sake of fun, of course it's inconvenient for everyone to be very serious, let's teach him to play, it doesn't matter if he sings well or badly.He sang "Red Luan Happiness".His voice is as thin as a root hair, and the people sitting in the front can't hear a word, but there is nothing wrong with his appearance, steps, style, and figure, just like a man with a weak voice. And the old actress who is good at work is delicate and sophisticated in every way.He has never studied acting!No matter how you put it, "Red Luan Xi" was the most "popular" among the "entertainment" that day, and the applause and good children were all won by Xiao Chen alone.After taking off the clothes, he was very shy, lowered his head and said: "I can play hubby, but I haven't learned it before." Soon, I left that company.However, I often meet Xiao Chen.The success of the "Red Luan Xi" aroused his interest in learning opera.He worshiped Mr. Yu as his teacher.Mr. Yu is an old fancier and also my friend; he is in his fifties, but his voice is still very delicate, and he can shave off his beard when he is happy, and vote for "Three Trials".Mr. Yu is upright and well-behaved, without any of the bad habits of fanciers.Seeing the old man singing softly with his beard pouted, and Xiao Chen following along with a blushing face and a hairy voice, I found it very interesting, so sometimes I also learned a few lines.My voice is much better than Xiao Chen's, but I just can't sing. I laughed when I sang, and the old man laughed even harder: "Forget it, just listen to my apprentice!" Xiao Chen smiled slightly, and "yelled" a few words to the wall. The voice was still not loud, but it sounded good. "Just wait," the old man said to me proudly, "in another half a year, his voice will come out! It's really interesting!"

Mr. Yu treats little Chen Zhen as an apprentice, and I also see him as a child. Besides learning opera, we often go to a small restaurant or stroll in the park together.The two older ones of us behaved well everywhere, and Xiao Chen was naturally very serious, not even daring to say a wrong word.Even so, Mr. Yu often said: "This is just a joke, don't miss the job!" two Xiao Chen, because he is smart, greedy for quick and fast, wished he could learn one play in a week.Mr. Yu is not busy.He knew that Xiao Chen was smart, but he didn't want to teach him to chew too much.Mr. Yu's correct pronunciation and clear pronunciation are rare among fanciers.He can't teach Xiao Chen a few accents, but he has to read every word clearly and successfully.Xiao Chen, like other young people, likes to be fancy.Sometimes, he learned a new tune from the phonograph, deliberately showing his superiority to the old gentleman.Although the old man didn't say anything, he was not very happy.After so many times, the old man said to me behind his back: "I see, this apprentice probably won't be able to teach for a long time. Naturally, I don't want him. It doesn't matter whether he teaches or not. What I'm afraid of is , He failed in studies, it is still a trivial matter if he fails in acting, conduct, conduct... don't worry! I really love this little guy, he is so smart! Smart people are easy to be fooled!"

I didn't answer anything, because I thought it was partly due to the old man's love for Xiao Chen, and partly due to the old man's dislike of the new accent.In fact, I thought, Zuo is just playing for fun, why must it be called Zhener to distinguish between the old and the evil.I know I'd better not say anything, so as not to make the old man angry. Soon, I felt slightly that the old gentleman's words were not exaggerated.I saw Xiao Chen walking with fanciers on the street.This kind of fancier is completely different from Mr. Yu: Mr. Yu is a well-behaved and good man. Apart from being able to sing a few lines, there is nothing different from ordinary people.These fanciers, on the contrary, are nothing but fanciers.Although they are not professional actors, they still have moon gates shaved on their heads, dress up, talk and act like actors, even if they may not be able to complete a whole play, they are full of habits. I told this to Mr. Yu, Mr. Yu I didn't speak for a long time.

Two days later, I went to see Mr. Yu again, and Xiao Chen was there too.Seeing the expressions of the master and the apprentice, I knew they had made a mistake.As soon as I sat down, Mr. Yu pointed to Xiao Chen's shoes and said to me: "Look, are these the shoes that men should wear? They are grape gray, with soft tops and soft soles! If he goes on stage for rehearsal, he will wear floral shoes , I will never say anything if I play on the occasion. I also wear these shoes on weekdays and walk all over the street, what will it look like?" It is difficult for me to speak.After thinking for a while, I smiled and said, "In the shoe stores in Suzhou and Shanghai, you often see men's shoes with bright colors and light styles; it's no different from ours, which are always black, big and stupid." Thinking about it this way, if the old man calms down and Xiao Chen doesn't wear those shoes anymore, wouldn't the matter just be over with ease?

However, Mr. Yu was determined and nailed it down: "It's not that simple. This pair of shoes was given to him by others. You know, I have been playing tickets for more than 20 years, and I can't hide the tricks of the fans. Me. Today he sends a pair of shoes, and tomorrow you send a handkerchief. If you have to reach out to pick it up, they will stick out their tongues and laugh, calling a good person a worthless person. Since you love to sing and play, I will teach you It's not enough for you, why bother to make contact with those cronies?! Why make it so easy to talk?!"

Xiao Chen's face turned pale, and I could see that he was angry.But I didn't expect him to be so violent. After a while, he said something very unpleasant: "Your skills are too old. I have time to learn something new!" After finishing speaking, His face suddenly turned red; as if to save himself from regaining his shyness, he lowered his head, grabbed his hat, and walked out without bending over to Teacher Yu. Looking at his back, Mr. Yu's lips trembled, and he "vomited" twice. "Young and angry, you don't have to—" I comforted Mr. Yu. "Hmph, he's going to be ruined by them! They'll tell him my stuff is old, they'll introduce him to Mr. It's a pity. It's a pity! It's a pity!"

Mr. Yu was very angry and uncomfortable for several days. three Xiao Chen doesn't need to go to Mr. Yu's again, he already has many friends.He began to sing a cappella at the Chunfangge teahouse. Chunfangge had a "Pai Pai" every afternoon, but he could only show up on Sundays.Because of Mr. Yu, I also know a few fanciers, so if I have time on Sunday afternoon, I will also go there to make a pot of tea and listen to a few plays; action.It was at this time that people began to say that he was "rabbit".I can not believe.Yes, he has a fair face, and he sings with a "small voice"; but I also know that he is smart, professional, and shy; no matter how he changes, he will never become "that".I have this confidence, so while observing his actions, I also pay attention to those people who say he is "that".

Xiao Chen's clothes are indeed getting more and more outrageous, and his face seems to have some powder on it.But his demeanor was still shy with a sense of righteousness.Looking at those who spread rumors about him and those who praised him, I understood: he dresses up, he puts on powder, just like the pair of grape gray shoes he wears. their set.Mr. Yu's words are right, he will be destroyed in their hands. What caught my attention the most was a big man with a black face.The moon gate is shaved on the head, and the eyelids are black inside and out. He always wears extremely long and thin silk clothes, and the collar is always half a foot high.

It is said that he can sing Hualian, but I have never heard him sing a word.He didn't keep humming opera words like ordinary fanciers, but chanted gongs and drums, and as he recited, his hands and feet were gently raised and lowered; needless to say, his kung fu has surpassed that of studying and playing He can read words in his accent, and to the extent that he can recite the whole point, he probably already knows how to play "single skin". This black man followed Xiao Chen all the time, just like a bustard followed a prostitute.I saw Xiao Chen's "drama" in the background, and he will always arrange it.He has his opinions and opinions on which song he ranks and which song he sings.He knew that Xiao Chen's voice was not strong today, so he had to sing a work strike; he knew that Xiao Chen had just rehearsed "Proud Fate", so he had to pass it.If he can't get a role, he can make an appointment temporarily.When it was time for Xiao Chen to show up, he had to hold Xiao Chen's hand and tell him where to applaud, where to steal oil, and which joint he should "before" or "call out" if his voice was weak halfway.When necessary, he also handed Xiao Chen a Huada pill.Comparing him with the physical education teacher, I can guarantee that the kind of advice and guidance during the next game of the team is far inferior to the enthusiasm and thoughtfulness of the black man.

When Xiao Chen finished singing, he never criticized, but kept praising.In the words of praise, he conveniently attacked the most famous danjiao at that time: so-and-so's voice was like a "blackhead", and he sang Tsing Yi with a shy face!So-and-so's jaw is more than a foot long, his back is as wide as a yellow ox, and he still sings Huadan!This kind of attack not only showed his expertise and insight, but also taught Xiao Chen that not only could he be compared with those famous actors, but he actually had something to surpass them.Therefore, he sometimes, I see, seems embarrassed, and tries not to let the nigger take him by the hand and lead him to the stage, but he dare not offend him; he seems to see some hope that in the future he will also Be able to become a famous actor; the realization of this hope depends on the black man.If the black man does not teach him who to talk to, he will not dare to disobey; if the black man teaches him to put on powder, he will not dare not to apply it.

In my opinion, with such a black man always by Xiao Chen's side, it is probably impossible to avoid the name "rabbit", right? Xiao Chen must know this.At the same time, he also knows what a good hope it is to become a professional actor.I am smart, and I can "speak" once; I can deal with it with my voice, and my appearance and figure are very good!Now that you have the qualifications, as long as you are willing, you can reach out and get thousands of packages of silver, why not go on this road!What could be more ready and promising than this? To go this way, Black Han is a treasure.In Hei Han's mouth, not only is he very particular about plays, he also talks about how to hold a play for a friend's house, how to make appointments, how to allocate shares, and how to rent a suitcase.Those who are professional, those who play tickets, and those who "make black sticks" all have to listen to his transfer.He can lift anyone up and throw him down; he not only understands drama, he also understands "things".Xiao Chen had no choice but to listen to him and get close to him.If Xiao Chen is willing, he can not allow the black man to hold his hand, but he will not go to the box office anymore.Don't say that he still has that hope, even if it's purely for fun, he can't offend the black man. He can teach Xiao Chen that there is no place for him to go to the movies with a single sentence, let alone anything else. Four With a black man behind Xiao Chen, the people at the box office didn't dare to say anything, and they all kept Xiao Chen at a respectful distance.Those who played the drums for Xiao Chen never dared to add a "spline"; He circled around, and didn't dare to push Xiao Chen down with all his strength and applause.They looked at the black man and deliberately sold themselves to Xiao Chen, like stars holding the moon.They would never admire Xiao Chen—fanciers would never admire anyone—but they were undoubtedly afraid of black men. If these people dare not speak out, the people under the stage will speak for them; the black man still dare not interfere with what the audience say. People who listen to opera can be divided into two categories: those who occasionally come to make a pot of tea on Saturdays or Sundays to relieve boredom.This kind of people don't care, they shout if they are happy, but they just keep quiet or walk out if they are not happy.The other kind of people are evergreen in winter and summer, who grow up in Chunfang Pavilion.They all know a lot.Some of them have played tickets and can no longer be on stage for some reason, so they come to the teahouse every day to listen to other people's singing, just to call others "Bao Hao" to show that they are old experts.Some of them can speak three or five sentences, but they are not yet qualified to be on stage, so they come here every day for a little smoke, and their costumes are completely the same as actors, but they can’t perform on stage for a while, but they are very confident that if they do go on stage, they will be a hit.Some are relatives or friends of fanciers who come to cheer every day. They don't know much about opera, but they are very good at shouting and applauding.Some came here just for tea, but over time, they became friends with these people and regarded themselves as experts.This kind of people muttered when Xiao Chen came out, calling him a "rabbit". As soon as Xiao Chen came out, the group of people murmured.They can't go next to each other and tell those raw tea shoppers that he is a "rabbit".But their murmurs were enough to make everyone understand.The more everyone wanted to ask them out of curiosity, the more intensely they murmured, drawing everyone's ears towards them; then, they suddenly stopped murmuring and looked at each other with smiles, and everyone's ears had to be withdrawn slowly. , they are very proud.If the black man can control the stage, this group of people can control the audience, and the two opposite water slides seem to shock that thin little Chen.Some of these people are very young, and some are in their fifties or sixties.Although there are different ages, you can always apply cream and face powder. The older the life, the thicker the powder.There are rich and poor among them, regardless of whether they are rich or poor, they are all very particular about their clothes, and even the poor are very particular about their clothes—even if the face of the cotton robe is made of cloth.I will also try to line it with half of the silk; even if I have to use cloth for the lining, I can also think about the color, and I can line it with something snow-green or deep purple.They all rolled up their cuffs to show off the whiteness of their gowns. Probably because of jealousy, they called Xiao Chen a "rabbit"; in fact, in my opinion, this group of people is more like "that". As soon as Xiao Chen showed up, a certain expression appeared on their faces, which could be extended into a smile, or shrunk into anger; As they offend the wrath of kings.Xiao Chen, in order to win the applause, he had to give them a begging look.Even after that, they still couldn't easily say hello to him. When the person they want to praise comes to the stage, their expressions are very serious, and they all stretch their necks to listen; when everyone shouts, they don't shout; They are obsessive, and they can't help venting their anger. Everyone is amazed by a round of applause, and they can't help admiring that they really know how to do it.It is said that if they are invited to a meal, they can play this trick.Obviously, if Xiao Chen wanted to get rid of that muttering, he had to invite them to dinner. I said for Xiao Chen in my heart, why bother!But he has his own plans.Fives One day, in the newspaper, I saw news about Xiao Chen's rehearsal.I decided to go and have a look. Of course, the black man has to prepare a lot of compliments for him.I'm sure in my heart, I can't judge his ability just because of the favor he gets, I have to judge his quality according to my own conscience. It is indeed good for him to please himself by doing his work.As for the work, in good conscience, it's not worth even a little bit.Singing in the hut, yes, he really has a taste; once on the stage, his voice is too narrow, only the first two rows can make do with it, and those who are a little behind, can only see him open his mouth but can't hear up. It's not easy to make money by singing operas!I know this, but it is inconvenient to advise him.The black man will give him ready to cheer, teach him to get the house all the time, teach him not to believe in his skill.What is the use of my words? Afterwards, the criticisms in the newspapers were unanimous, saying that he could be compared to Tian Guifeng of the past.I know where these criticisms come from, how can a black man forget this trick. From then on, Xiao Chen's dramas have always been involved in voluntary dramas and hall meetings.I don't have time to listen, but I worry about him in my heart.I know that taking tickets is a matter of spending money to buy face, and it is not a novelty to go bankrupt just to play tickets; and Xiao Chen is a poor boy.To show his face, he must have his own outfit, find a good supporting role, have a follower, and put on an air of grandeur. Just him, a small employee in the company?Disaster! Yes, the black man will help him; but what if the black man wants to turn his back on him and settle the score with him?Mr. Yu's words, I now understand, are indeed speaking from experience, and it is not an exaggeration at all. Soon, I heard that he was dismissed by the company because he made a private receipt and used some money.Although we are not close friends, I know that he is definitely not a small trickster.If he hadn't been pushed into a hurry, I believe he would not have done such a shameful thing.I forgive him, so I deeply hate the black man and the group of people who played with Xiao Chen. I decided to go to him and see if I could help him; almost not to help him, but to fight against the nigger and save a bright young man from the nigger. six There are three or four people in Xiao Chen's room, all watching him do "work".Because he wanted to save some money, he did whatever he could do by himself.Right now he was making a vest, the kind worn by stage maids.Everyone was smoking and chatting, and without a word, he was sticking glass beads on the vest—painted a large branch of plum blossom with glue, and then glued glass beads of various colors on it, saving labor and money, and wearing it very brightly . When I went in, he just raised his head and smiled at me, then lowered his head and continued to work, as if he had driven me into those three or four people.I neither knew them nor wanted to talk to them, so I just sat there blankly. Those people are all over forty years old, and some have grown beards.From what they said, and from what they looked like, I concluded that they were all kind of fanciers.Judging by their clothes, they are probably small officials in the yamen. They may be very enthusiastic about supporting the old ethics at home and in society, and they advocate that men and women should not marry each other.However, they came to see Xiao Chen for work.None of them are wild and dull, and their conversation is quite elegant, but their eyes always look at Xiao Chen, showing a little uneasy but insurmountable evil smile. When they were talking, Xiao Chen didn't like to interrupt, but when they mentioned a certain actor or criticized a certain actor's singing style, he put down what he was doing, frowned, listened attentively, and then looked up. Like a black man, he expresses his opinions decisively. He doesn't talk much, but he is very firm, pointing out the shortcomings of the actors.He does not boast for himself, but this kind of criticism with firm self-confidence is enough to show his own superiority.He has already firmly believed that he is a unique danjiao, and besides him, almost no one understands drama. It was so easy to consume them, I started to say what I wanted to say, and to avoid detours, I asked him straight to the point: "How do you maintain your life?" His face suddenly turned red, probably because he remembered the shame of being fired from the company.Seeing that he couldn't speak back, I just nailed it home: "Do you have a lot of debts?" He forced a smile, but his expression was very firm: "There is no way to avoid debts. However, it is not a big deal, I will earn it. If I have 3,000 yuan now and make a batch of outfits, I can immediately Go to Shanghai to sing for two weeks, and then," his eyes lit up, "Hankou, Qingdao, Jinan, Tianjin, go around in a circle; when I come back here, I'm—" He raised his thumb. "Is it that easy?" I asked very bluntly. He glanced at me, sneered, and didn't bother to answer me. "Is it because you really believe in your ability, or are you forced by debts to take this road? For example, you have begged someone for a long time now, and you can't pay it back to do a small thing, so You want to embrace thousands of times at once, and that person will lead you like this, right?" After thinking about it for a while, he hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, and didn't answer anything.I know my words are nailed to his heart. "If what I just said is true." I went on, "you should think about it, now you owe him, then if you 'go to sea', you have to borrow from him. He can rule you for the rest of your life, No matter how much money you earn, you will never pay off his debts, and your life will be handed over to him. The person who supports you is the one who will kill you. If you think I am not scaring you, think There is no way to repay his money, I will help you, find a job, I will help you, and I will never play this game again. Think about it." "Art is worth sacrificing!" He said without looking at me.This time I sneered. "Yes, because you graduated from middle school, you can say such a sentence, a sentence, it doesn't mean anything." He blushed again.He didn't want to say anything more to me, because the more he talked, the more discouraged he was; his age did not allow him to admit his mistakes.He shouted outside: "Second Sister! Sit on a pot of water!" I just found out that he still has a younger sister, and my heart felt even worse; without saying anything, I walked out. seven "Famous all over the world, the No. 1 Qingshan Huadan...performing a unique historical drama..." In the newspapers and on the streets, it was published in huge characters.I know that Xiao Chen "went into the sea". Two days before the "fire", he entertained the press and some other friends at the Donghai Hotel.For some reason, he also sent me an invitation.I really didn't want to eat his meal, but I wanted to see him again, picked up and put down the invitation several times, and finally decided to take a look. There were seventy or eighty people at the banquet, including important figures in the theater world, journalists, experts in supporting roles, and hooligans on the ground.I didn't pay much attention to these people, as if I came here just to see Xiao Chen. He has changed.The clothes are very well-dressed, so well-dressed that it makes people look sad, like a bride who is so unnaturally dressed, so over-the-top.However, this is not surprising; the most surprising thing is that there is a diamond ring on the ring finger of the right hand. If it is real, it must be worth two or three thousand dollars.Who gave it to him?Why give it to him?A little rouge was evident on his face, he was still thin, but a little rosy.With this fake blood on his face, his words and actions seemed to be acting; he turned his neck gently, as if he was afraid of damaging the high collar!He tilted his face to talk to people, frowned every time he said a word, and then pulled up the corners of his mouth vigorously, intentionally making two small dents on his cheeks.I look at him and goosebumps run down my spine. However, I forgave him after all, because the black man was there.The black man is the big governor, in charge of everything: he pats everyone on the shoulder, whispers to everyone, winks at Xiao Chen, persuades everyone to drink, laughs with everyone, goes in and out, wipes with a huge silk handkerchief. With a shiny black forehead, a scent of perfume wafted from the handkerchief. It is said that when a man-bear sees a person, he holds his hand and laughs wildly.I haven't seen it, but I imagine it must look like this black guy. The black man led my eyes to a dumpy man in his fifties.Humpty Humpty was the chief, and the black man talked to him the most. Although Humpty Humpty didn't like to answer, the black man was still very respectful.By the way, my heart lightened up, I found the origin of that diamond ring! Looking closer, I seem to recognize that fat face.Ah, I remembered, I saw it in newspapers and magazines: Mr. Chu!Chief Chu is an enthusiastic advocate of "art". Yes, it must be him, because he only drank a glass of wine and a little soup, and left the table.Hei Han and Xiao Chen sent it out respectfully.Back at the banquet, the black man began to joke with everyone, as if to say: the nobleman has left, everyone can do whatever they want. After eating a dish, I also slipped out. Eight President Chu pays the money, and the black man handles the affairs.Xiao Chen lives in the chief's villa and has his own suitcase, diamond ring, and car.He just can't touch the money, everything is handled by the black man. As long as there is Xiao Chen's play, Chief Chu will have a box, and sometimes he will bring Xiao Chen's younger sister with him: after the play, they will go back to the villa together and stay there.Xiao Chen's younger sister is really beautiful. Chief Chu got a beauty, the black man left a lot of money, Xiao Chen had to go to an opera, and was called "rabbit". The overall situation is so settled, no one can pull Xiao Chen out of the fire pit.He had to die at their hands, and Mr. Yu was right.Nine I'm so busy, I haven't heard a play for more than a year.Xiao Chen's drama is often seen in newspapers, and he has no way of knowing whether he is proud or not. Once, I went to Tianjin to do some business, and I was very bored alone in the hotel at night, so I asked the tabloids to read the advertisements of the theater.The newly arrived one is "scented", and there will be a show that night.I don't even know whether this "fragrance" is male or female, so I decided to check it out just to relieve boredom.For a new character, I never want him to be so good, so as not to be disappointed after watching it and make a mess. This so-called "fragrance" is really not very clever, and the ostentation is very rich, but the singing and writing are not tasteful enough. In the second half of the singing, it seems a little unbearable. How difficult it is to sing an opera, I couldn't help but think of Xiao Chen.At this moment, I saw the black man.He flashed out from the platform door briskly, leaned over and said a few words to the drummer, and then flashed in briskly. what!It's this kid again!I said in my heart.Hmph, I thought about it at the same time, probably he has sucked Xiao Chen dry, and he is playing this "fragrance" again!damn thing!When I came back from Tianjin, I met Mr. Yu, and we talked about Xiao Chen. Mr. Yu’s ears were better than mine. As soon as I mentioned Xiao Chen, he sighed: “It’s over! Leave it alone, the girl is not a girl, the wife is bored at home. As for him, he earned enough money for that black boy, and the black boy let go of him, and even let the black boy take more than half of his clothes Who doesn't know that singing can make money, but things are not so simple and easy. Playing tickets can be eaten up by others; If you are full, you will never leave. I know all about it, and I have persuaded him a long time ago, but..." Mr. Yu seemed to have a lot to say, but he just shook his head. ten Almost half a year later, I went to Jinan to do something.Xiao Chen was singing there. He played the first card, and the second card and the third card were Xu Sheng and Wu Sheng. The roles were not very tough, but they were passable.Here, even the corners who come from Beiping Tianqiao’s shed are paid thousands of dollars, so Xiao Chen—even if we admit all his weaknesses—is better than those who come from Tianqiao.I decided to watch his play, as if I was a little flattered, who told me that I was his friend.That night, he posted his unique "Ben Erxi", which started at nine o'clock, played with both civil and martial arts, and also gave away opera lyrics.I happened to have something to do, so I didn't get up until a quarter past nine to go to the theater. I was afraid that it would be too late along the way and I wouldn't be able to buy a ticket.When I arrived at the theater at half past nine, all the pots and stoves were cleared inside and out. I could hear the sound of gongs and drums from a long distance, but I couldn't see anyone.From the look of the ticket seller, I could tell that he wasn't going to take a seat; because he was very kind, he gave me a seat No. 11 in row four—the best seat. After four rows, I went in and saw that it was all empty.There are some people scattered in the two corridors, and the boxes on the left and right upstairs are all empty.Looking over at a glance, the stage was illuminated by the water and moonlight, and the four flag bearers stood on the left and right as if they had lost their souls. In the middle sat a young man in a red robe, all of them were like paper paste.There are empty chairs everywhere under the stage, only a bunch of people in front, all seem to feel a little wronged.The ugliest thing in the world is a half-empty theater—it doesn't look like a theater or anything, it's like a dreamscape. It wasn't long before I sat down, the sound of the gongs and drums changed, and the chair cushions and table skirts were all made of southern embroidery, with Xiao Chen's name embroidered on it.There was a burst of gongs and drums, and a small gong was replaced, and Xiao Chen twisted out.It's not good to say "meet" - there are few people, and no one is embarrassed to call.I really want to cry! He was out of shape.Because he is thin, he is obviously tall, like a well-dressed saury. Not perfunctory because of the small number of people, on the contrary, his thin face showed some haughty, determined look; singing, reciting, pompous, everywhere; the less people applauded, the harder he worked; Enthusiastic, so not afraid of difficulties.After each verse, when I turned back to drink water, I saw him coughing badly, coughing for a while, rubbing his chest, and then turning his face away.His voice is still so narrow, but his workmanship has been perfected, and every step he raises has a size and is just right; when he plays a figure, he glances at the audience, as if saying to the audience: This is not worth it. okay?No one applauded, no one shouted hello all the time! I suddenly seemed to go crazy, and I gave him a few cheers with all my strength.He saw me and gave me a slight nod.I sat on the stage and played woo-doo, although I didn't hear clearly what was going on in the play; I was very confused.After the show ended, I ran backstage, and he held my hand while he was still dressed. His hand was almost a handful of bones. "When I undress," he smiled, "let's talk!" I waited for a long time, because he was really like a girl, and he did everything very slowly and carefully. Every flower on his head, every string of small beads was picked off very carefully, and he looked at the bag. Put it away. I followed him to the Sanyi Inn, it was already half past one in the night. As soon as he entered the room, he didn't even care about entertaining me. He lay on the bed, his hands trembling, and lit the cigarette lamp.After taking two deep breaths, he breathed a sigh of relief: "I can't live without this!" I nodded.I can't remember what to say.If I wanted to speak, I would say that it would be of some use to him, but how could I, an ordinary person, save him?I had to listen to him, I seemed to be a fool. Taking another big puff of cigarette, he gently broke an orange and put a piece in his mouth. "How old are you here?" I told him briefly about myself, and then I asked him, "How?" He smiled: "People here don't know how to play!" "Losing money?" "Of course!" He didn't like to blush as much as before, and he spoke very naturally, and there was absolutely no sign of regret. "Sing for another two days, or if it doesn't work, you'll have to leave the box here!" "Isn't that bad?" "Who said no!" He coughed for a while and rubbed his chest. "It's useless to play well. If people don't listen, what can we do?" I want to say: your throat is too narrow, you see things too easily!But I didn't say it.What's the use of saying it?His voice can't be improved, his life is in the wrong place, he's used to smoking, he's got a serious lung disease; why should I make him miserable when I can't help him? "Maybe it's better in Peiping?" I thought it was to give him some comfort. "It's not very good, there are many teams, the local money is tight, it's not easy, it's not easy anywhere!" He rubbed a little orange peel, impatient in his heart, but tried to calm down. "But, anyway, I am worthy of the old Langshen. I am good at playing, and other things..." Yes, I am good at playing; needless to say, he still considers himself the number one Huadan.Failure, hardship, oppression, and inability to get rid of them gave him a little self-confidence, and he only lives on this self-confidence.Having this self-confidence deceives himself, he is not afraid of anything, and can laugh at everything; his sister has been ruined by others, and his money has been cheated by others, leaving him with only a handful of bones and a deep addiction to cigarettes; He only invites destruction; but he is confident and playful. "Okay, let's see you in Peiping!" I said goodbye and walked out. "Aren't you waiting to listen to my full version of "Fengyi Pavilion"? It will be revealed the day after tomorrow!" He stood at the door of the house and said to me. I didn't say anything. Not long after returning to Beiping, I saw the news of Xiao Chen's death in the tabloids.He was no more than twenty-four or five years old.