Qingcheng actually knew that the performance of this play was very good, especially when it attracted the attention of a large number of young college students. From mid-August when the youth version of Kunqu Opera "The Story of the West Tower" began to be promoted to the first ten days of September, she saw many classmates in the circle of friends talking about the play. She had always known that the second uncle was a great performer in dramas and had a great reputation, but she never thought that he could even do dramas.
It seems that Director Xu's two-pronged strategy of acting attentively and rationally marketing can produce amazing results no matter what kind of drama is used. She really needs to learn a lot from her second uncle.
So the next day, she took a taxi to the Baizhou Grand Theater.
Right now, she is talking on the phone with her roommate, Shi Yingying, who has been doing an internship in another province. She has encountered a lot of strange things recently. She often vomits on the phone. Some envy, jealousy and hatred: "We really should change, really! You have always been able to deal with strange things, and my sister and I are real fans of dramas.
"Didn't you say before that you only watch the shows of old artists and block all the new coquettish bitches?"
"It was like this before, but I accidentally swiped a Weibo yesterday, the CUT of "The Story of the West Tower? Play Notes". In my conscience, it is very impressive that a young opera actor can have such a voice and figure. Surprise. I have always been tolerant of powerful people."
"Thank you for always being kind to me."
Shi Yingying laughed and scolded: "Will you die if you don't?"
"There's no way, I'm about to enter the bottom of the society to work, and there are not many opportunities to be shy."
As soon as Shi Yingying heard it, she couldn't help crying again about her recent tragic reminder. The two ended the call when they approached the entrance of the Grand Theater.
As soon as he got out of the car, Qingcheng looked up and saw a huge poster. It was on the large square at the main entrance of the theater. The male and female protagonists in costumes looked at each other affectionately, and the side was full of flowers. I saw it in her second uncle's circle of friends before, and I thought the color was very beautiful at that time, and now it is presented in a huge size, which makes people feel that the next play will be a visual feast.
Qingcheng looked at the place for a while, and occasionally someone passed by and glanced at the poster.
For some reason, she remembered that year, when the elegant and handsome male protagonist in the poster used to have a haircut that was as short as a bald head that had just been shaved for a while, with only a faint layer of blue and black on his scalp.
She remembered that it was not hot at that time, so she asked him, "Is your head so cold?"
But she forgot what he said, it was too long ago.
After thinking about it for a while, the phone rang.
It was the number her second uncle gave her before, his new assistant Xiao Zhao. When she was about to arrive, she sent Xiao Zhao a message.
"Hey, Miss Xu, I'm Xiao Zhao, are you here?"
"Yes, just arrived."
"Oh, I have something to do here. Could you please wait for me for another ten minutes or so?" There was a clear gasp on the phone, as if running.
"It doesn't matter, you're busy first, I'm not in a hurry." It was still early before the performance, she came early.
"Okay, okay, we'll meet at the back door."
"it is good."
After hanging up the phone, Xu Qingcheng wandered around the square for a while before walking along the path to the back door of the theater.
In the distance, the flower baskets extending from the back door aroused her curiosity. She remembered that in those Republic of China movies, the flower baskets holding the horns were also sent backstage.
When she was about twenty meters away from the back door, she saw a figure walking out from the dimly lit backstage.