Although she said she didn't care, Qingcheng tossed and turned in bed that night and couldn't sleep. She carefully recalled what had happened since she and Su Po met again. He was very kind to her, and his occasionally "friendly" behavior was a bit abrupt - like dressing her, waiting for her in the parking lot the evening before the National Day, hugging her...
He probably doesn't remember her, but maybe he likes her a little bit now
It seems that he really doesn't remember that he dumped her before.
Qingcheng thought that she could not laugh or cry at the end.
Seeing that it was already past two o'clock in the morning, she quickly stopped thinking about it and got up early tomorrow.
Before falling asleep, she thought in a daze: why did you dump me in the first place? I was so cute and obedient back then.
When Qingcheng arrived at the garden that day, he came in a little later than usual with Director Xu.
As soon as Director Xu saw her, he said, "Orange, come and come to my office."
Qingcheng then carried breakfast into Director Xu's temporary office.
Xu Dao said while making tea: "The five major Kunqu Opera troupes in the country will once again jointly make a new version of Kunqu Opera "Dream of Red Mansions". This time it is to promote newcomers and to promote Kunqu Opera culture, so all actors will be publicly selected through online video. way to decide.”
"A Dream of Red Mansions? This is a big drama." Although Qingcheng didn't understand, but when she heard the words "A Dream of Red Mansions", she felt that it would not be a petty fight. And it is done together by several major theater groups, which sounds like a deluxe version.
"Well, in fact, a version has been done before. This time it's a re-grinding book, and another audition for actors. The main committee invited me to be a judge."
Qingcheng listened to the second uncle's voice with annoyance: "What are you worried about?"
"Originally, I didn't want to go. After all, I was only a monk halfway through the process, and I didn't have the confidence to be a judge, that is, to save face. But I read the book and found that this adaptation focuses on 'play within a play'. You know , "A Dream of Red Mansions" has mentioned Kunqu Opera several times. This time the book is a very interesting combination of these plays and the main plot, which is very interesting. I was very interested, so I agreed to be a judge. Director Xu sat on the official hat chair and took a sip of tea before he said again, "But the key question is not whether I will be a judge, because I only need to take out the casting days to pass, but Su Po and Tong Anzhi will be fine. If they go to the casting, they will have to spend some time preparing, and the progress of "The Story of the Hosta" will definitely be affected. But this time the book is good, and the leaders pay attention to it. I really don't want them to miss such a good opportunity. So, I I plan to move the performance of The Jade Hairpin to mid-to-late November, maybe even December, in short, it will be staged after the 'Red House Preliminary Competition' has been selected."
"At that time, the autumn colors were still there, so this arrangement was not a big problem." It was the best of both worlds.
Director Xu nodded, looked at his niece and said, "I'm telling you about this, mainly because of this, you have to borrow your home for a while longer. On your father's side, I reported it to him earlier. , I will use this garden at most in mid-November, but it will be postponed."
Seeing that his second uncle's face could not be wiped away, Qingcheng smiled and comforted: "It's not that bad for a few days. You are also thinking of the younger generation of actors."
Director Xu felt a lot more comfortable, and said, "You child, you really know how to talk." Director Xu paused, and then said sarcastically, "Orange, second uncle is still very ashamed of taking up your dowry for so long. Yes, on your wedding day, the second uncle will definitely give you a big red envelope."
marry? It's the year of the monkey and the month of the horse.
After putting on a special plaster and resting at home for half a day and a night, Su Po felt that her condition was generally okay, so she went to the garden the next morning. On the path leading to the dressing room in the backyard, he suddenly heard a familiar voice.
That voice came from the back of the rockery—
"It's really me, but we're not boyfriend and girlfriend... Holding hands is an unintentional act... We have been classmates for more than three years and nearly four years. You still don't believe me?"
"Aren't you out of town now... Can I say no, I suddenly ran over and said to him, wouldn't it be rude to let me take a close-up high-definition frontal photo of you? No, you don't have stars there... Oh, he Ah, isn't he pretty handsome... Well, don't talk about it, I'll take a candid photo of him... "
"Who are you going to take a photo of?"
Supo's voice suddenly appeared in his ears, and Qingcheng was really startled.
She hurriedly hung up the phone: "you, are you okay?"
"It's almost there." Supper said, glancing at her phone with a meaningful look.
Qingcheng really felt ashamed, no one wanted to take a candid photo and was heard by the person involved, and I don't know how much he heard and whether he heard anything.
But she saw a hand stretched out in front of her, with a pair of lively Kunqu opera dolls in the palms. Once in her life, she looked like Pan Sheng and Chen Gu in "The Jade Hairpin". In other words, it's "so cute, so cute".
She heard Supper say again: "I still feel bad about what happened yesterday, so I found a pair of gadgets for you as compensation."
Qingcheng wanted to refuse, but he really liked it in his heart and hesitated for a while. Supper didn't urge her, but just stood in front of her and waited quietly.
After a while, a drop of water fell on Qingcheng's face, and it rained.
Supo suddenly smiled and said, "God is urging you to accept it."
The place where they stood was some distance from the eaves of the corridor, and within a few seconds, the rain started to fall. Supo stretched out his hand, protected Qingcheng in his arms, and led her to the nearest veranda.
Entering the veranda, Super let go of his hand. He shoved the pair of dolls into her hands, smiled at her, turned around and left.
Seeing that the man was walking away, Qingcheng took two deep breaths to calm her mind, but there seemed to be the same breath he had when he hugged her just now. She looked down at the pair of little dolls, and finally put them in her clothes pocket. .
It didn't take long for the rain to lighten, but it continued to rain in a slanting wind and drizzle. As evening approached, Qingcheng was ordered to rush to Baizhou Kunqu Opera Troupe for Ershu Xu to hand in some materials. As soon as he came out of the leadership's office, he brushed shoulders with Zhao Nan around the corner.
Qingcheng was a little embarrassed to see that it was Zhao Nan. He hasn't contacted her since she made it clear last time. However, out of politeness, she still nodded at him.
"Qingcheng." He seemed a little unnatural, but still called her.
Qingcheng didn't know what to talk to him about, she said everything she needed to say.
Seeing that she seemed to want to leave, Zhao Nan spoke again: "Do you know about the 'Red House Casting'?"
"Know."
"What do you think if I participate in the casting too?"
"What?" Qingcheng was a little stunned. Zhao Nan is an actor with a colorful face, and the audition is for the three roles of Bao, Dai, and Chai, and none of them can match his line of work.
"If I sign up for the junior group..."
Qingcheng was really surprised: "It's very difficult to change careers in Kunqu Opera, right?" She heard her second uncle mention it.
"It's difficult. But if you don't try, how will you know?" Zhao Nan seemed to be answering her, and seemed to be talking to himself.
Qingcheng was right when she thought about it, "um", and said, "I wish you success." After that, she walked forward again.
Zhao Nan stood there, silent for a few seconds, and then said, "If I fail, will you laugh at me?"
She stopped again and turned around: "How could it be?" No one's efforts should be made fun of.
"That's good." Zhao Nan didn't keep her this time, and said "goodbye" with a sincere smile.
Qingcheng walked all the way to the entrance of the Kunqu Opera House, still thinking: Why did Zhao Nan tell herself this
When I went back, because of the rain and poor visibility, the green orange kept driving very slowly. As a result, when they approached the intersection where Yuanzi was, the car in front suddenly braked suddenly, causing Qingcheng to rear-end. That swift impulse made her slam her head on the steering wheel. Suddenly, she just felt dizzy. Just at this moment, she heard the phone ring, and Qingcheng weakly pressed the answer button on the steering wheel.
"Hey?"
After the other party fed him three or four times, Qingcheng realized that it was Supo's voice.
"I'm sorry, I, I crashed." Until now, she was still a little confused.
"Where?"
"The three-way intersection outside the garden..."
After she finished speaking, he hung up the phone.
The driver of the car in front came to ask her a few questions, and asked if she was okay. Qingcheng replied that she was okay, and the man went to call the traffic police. She remembered that she wanted to call the insurance company, so she went too. Find a phone.
It was still raining outside. After she finished the phone call, she simply sat in the car and waited, and at the same time allowed herself to calm down slowly.
Soon someone knocked on the glass of her car, Qingcheng turned her head to look, and found that it was Supo, and she hurriedly opened the car door.
Super bent over and leaned in with a look of moisture, and immediately asked, "How is it? Where is the injury?"
Qingcheng looked at the person in front of him, and his expression looked anxious... At this moment, she was still a little dizzy, and the lingering fears still lingered. Rarely, she showed a little tenderness in front of him, and whispered, "My forehead hurts."
Su Po only felt as if his heart had been pricked by a fine needle: "I asked Lin Yi to come over and wait for the traffic police. You go to the hospital with me now."
"No, I'm fine, it's just that my forehead hurts a bit."
"Really okay?"
"Really, my speed was very slow, and the crash was not serious. I was just frightened just now."
Su Po frowned, reached out and touched the reddened part of her forehead, Qingcheng shrank back subconsciously, but the warmth that remained on her forehead seemed to be alive, all the way down to her heart . Then it seemed to turn into a pink butterfly on the apex of her heart, flapping its wings slightly.
Recently, this kind of emotion has come up from time to time, and the green orange is now uncertain whether it has been dormant for a long time, revived, or a new bud. She rubbed her temples and waited until she was quiet before looking up at him.
I saw that his body was still in the rain. Although it was a drizzle, his shirt was already wet.
"Would you like to get in the car? The traffic police may take a while. In fact, I can wait by myself... Go back and do your job."
"My parts are all lined up."
After Super finished speaking, he went around to the other side of the car and got into the co-pilot.
In the confined space of the car, the sound of their breathing was clearly audible. Qingcheng turned on the car music, otherwise it would be too quiet.
Before, she had written a lot of famous Kunqu opera sections in it, so that she could do her homework well. However, at this moment, it turned out to be Su Po's "Mountain Peach Red": "It's for you, like flowers and beautiful family, like water..."
When Super heard his tune, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, and he turned to look at her.
Qingcheng wanted to explain, but felt that he wanted to cover up because he said too much. In the end, he just smiled slightly and said, "What a coincidence."
Super understood what she meant, and it was a coincidence that he randomly put his own among the many songs.
After one song is over, another song is coming, this time it is "Lazy Thrush" by Zhang Wenyao, a famous master of the previous generation.
"It's very attentive."
Qingcheng made a light "um", and after "um", she felt that her mentality was not right, and she felt like she was happy because of the praise from the "teacher".
The two of them stopped talking after that. There was only Qingyou singing in the carriage. Qingcheng looked out the window and was a little lost.
When "Lazy Thrush" came to an end, the police car of the traffic police came. Qingcheng was about to get out of the car, but Super stopped her and told her to stay in the car, and he went to help.
Qingcheng was embarrassed, but finally got out of the car with an umbrella. She opened it and stood beside him. When others are tall, she also holds the umbrella high above his head.
It's getting darker and cooler.
She shrank for a moment. Seeing this, Super took the umbrella and said, "I'll come. You go back to the car and warm up."
The uncle of the traffic police looked at the two of them and said, "My boyfriend is very caring, then the beauty should go to the car and wait."
"Not a boyfriend."
"Listen to the big brother of the police."
The two spoke at the same time.
Qingcheng glanced at the uncle of the traffic police who raised his eyebrows, weighed it, and went to the car.
At this time, it was getting darker. The street lights on both sides turned on in advance. The light shone through the rain curtain and cast it down, illuminating people's faces half-blindly.
Qingcheng looked at Super who was holding an umbrella alone in the rain.
Looking at it, she couldn't help but think again: Does he seem to really like her? Otherwise, why do you want to help her
But what if he just wanted to help
Just like before, when he saw her in the rain, he would hold an umbrella for her.
Green Orange felt a headache again.
After everything was settled, Qingcheng simply parked the car nearby and followed Supo back to the garden. Because there was only one umbrella, the two had to walk side by side.
Super sighed and said, "Don't go to the side any more. If you go any further, both of you will get wet."
"… Oh."
She really… doesn't like being near him very much, Supper thought.
After returning to the garden, Xu Dao, who was informed of the situation, stared at Wu Qing on his niece's forehead for a long time, and ordered her to rest at home for a day tomorrow.
Qingcheng wanted to say no, but Uncle Xu glared and said, "Listen to the leader's words."
Miss Xu, who has always respected her teacher, had no choice but to answer.
After Super came back with her, she went to pack up. She thought about it, and sent him a message before leaving: "Thank you for your help today."
The other party came back: "Hands up."
Supo put down the phone and held a dead leaf in the other hand. It was taken from her hair on the way back to the garden. The leaf was soaked with rain and wet, but he kept holding it in the palm of his hand. .