After a long time, Fang Zheng planned to go back and watch it before saying goodbye to Yang Hua. He really couldn't appreciate this kind of show.
However, at this moment, Fang Zheng saw a figure running into the woods, running very fast.
Fang Zheng followed him curiously, and after a closer look, he saw that it was Zhao Wu.
I saw Zhao Wu holding a box and coming to the back of the woods. He respectfully took out the contents and placed them on the ground. That is a spiritual position!
Then Zhao Wu knelt down in front of the row with a bang and kowtowed his head. While kowtowing, he cried: "Mom, my son is unfilial. My son acted like that nonsense again today and insulted our ancestors again. The son knows that a person like the son will not be qualified to enter the ancestral grave even if he dies in the future. But there is nothing the son can do, the son also has to live... Wuwu... "
Speaking of this, Zhao Wu collapsed on the spot and cried, tears streaming down his face, and kowtowing like garlic.
Fang Zheng felt sad when he saw this.
To put it nicely, Zhao Wu is the foreman of a drama troupe, and at a higher level he is also a small boss. At a very young age, he is actually just a performer who relies on his own skills to make money, eat, support his family, and support those who eat with him. He also wants to perform well, but when faced with the hard demands of the market, they have no ability to resist and can only go with the flow. People laughed on stage and cried in the audience. Behind the smiles, there was too much bitterness.
At this time, Zhao Wu's wife came, also kneeling next to Zhao Wu, patting Zhao Wu on the shoulder and said: "I knew you were here. Every time you act like this, you will find a corner where no one is and cry." .Don’t cry, we are born with a low life, that’s it... "
"When I brought you into the industry, I promised you would only act in serious dramas, traditional and good things. However... I'm sorry." Zhao Wudao.
"Stop talking, you have said it many times for so many years. When you go on stage, don't think you are Zhao Wu... An old man once said that when we play a duet, we have to bring two skins, one With such a shameless skin, when you get on stage, you have to let go of everything and satisfy the audience. The other skin is called being strong..." At this point, Zhao Wu's eyes also turned red. These words may sound simple, but they are true. When you go against your true feelings, act something that is disgusting to you, and act like a clown in front of others, you will feel uncomfortable even if you make money.
Zhao Wudao: "He also said that in the face of reality, dreams are like the glass in front of a truck, which is of no use. But I am not willing to accept it. What a great drama between the two of them, why did they end up on this path..."
"This is not something you and I can change. Get up. Erzi and the others are holding on. After they finish their performance, we still have to go up." Zhao Wu's wife arrived.
Zhao Wu sighed, stood up and said: "Hey..."
Seeing this, Fang Zheng walked up, clasped his hands and said, "Amitabha."
The sound of the Buddha's name made Zhao Wu jump up in fright. When they saw it was Fang Zheng, their faces instantly turned red. Zhao Wu said sheepishly: "Master, I'm sorry, I... I just..."
"Amitabha, the donor was very filial, and the poor monk saw it. However, the poor monk did not agree with what the donor said. So I came out and wanted to talk to the donor." Fang Zheng said with a smile.
Looking at the white-clothed monk in front of me, his smile was as warm as the sun. The feeling of congestion in my heart gradually dissipated and I felt much more comfortable. Zhao Wu knew Fang Zheng. He traveled back and forth to nearby villages all year round, so it was impossible that he didn't know this famous person. But Zhao Wu had never been to Yizhi Temple. Zhao Wu has never met Fang Zheng himself. Today on the stage, he saw Fang Zheng for the first time. Now is the first time to have face to face and close contact.
Zhao Wu's wife arrived: "Master, we were just complaining, you..."
"Don't worry, donor, I won't tell anyone what I heard today." Fang Zheng knew that if what Zhao Wu just said got out and was used by someone with ulterior motives, their career would be over.
Hearing what Fang Zheng said, the two of them also breathed a sigh of relief.
The three of them sat on the floor, and Zhao Wu sighed: "I swear, although what I just said doesn't sound good, but... this is the reality. It's not just me, I know a lot of duo actors who are in this situation now. We also want to do some acting. It’s a good thing, but no one sees it. As you can see, everyone likes that bite... "
Fang Zheng said: "Donor, this poor monk has seen it. However, you two have come to this day, and you also have a responsibility that you cannot shirk."
"I..." Zhao Wu wanted to argue, but found that facing those calm and serene eyes, he couldn't say it shamelessly.
Fang Zheng continued: "In the past, although actors were rated as low-ranking, in our Northeast, once you become a role, especially a famous actor, you are also famous in one place, and it is a matter of honoring your ancestors. But look at you again, you are in our place Ten Miles and Eight Villages are also famous, but you can’t even enter the ancestral graves. Nowadays, the most common saying that poor monks hear is: if there is a duo singer in the family, they will not enter the ancestral graves after death! Although you have made money , but lost too many things.
Even the locals view Errenzhuan this way, how should outsiders view Errenzhuan? I'm afraid that I can't even get into the lower ranks, right? "
Hearing these words, Zhao Wu fell silent, lowered his head, scratched his head with both hands, and said bitterly: "What can be done? I know some teachers who insist on singing the main show, even they were famous for a while, but now There is nothing left to do. In order to survive, we have to give up our dreams. This is reality."
Fang Zheng smiled and looked up at the sky, where a swallow landed on a branch.
Fang Zheng said: "Donor, what do you think that is?"
"Swallow." Zhao Wu's wife replied subconsciously.
Fang Zheng smiled and said, "Do swallows have any habits?"
Zhao Wu didn't understand what Fang Zheng was going to say, but said, "It must be a migratory bird."
"It is indeed a migratory bird. It flies to the south in winter. What if it doesn't fly to the south?" Fang Zheng asked.
"I'm freezing to death." When Zhao Wu said this, he shivered and said with a wry smile: "I am the swallow that is freezing to death."
Fang Zheng shook his head and pointed at a sparrow and said, "Then why didn't it freeze to death?"
"It grows hair in winter to resist freezing." Zhao Wu's wife said.
Fang Zheng nodded: "Yes, it grows fur in winter to keep out the cold, so there is no need to leave home. Although the sparrow is small and not as beautiful as the swallow, it knows how to protect its home and not fly away no matter what. The same dilemma, different choices, He has a completely different life. When the poor monk was a child, he didn't like the chirping of sparrows. They were very noisy and ugly. But in winter, when the mountains were covered with heavy snow, there were no birds left. Occasionally, I heard them calling twice, like sparrows. With the sounds of nature, the whole world seemed to come alive.”
"Master, what do you mean by this?" Zhao Wu's wife asked in confusion.
Zhao Wu's eyes flickered with light as he looked at Fang Zheng.
(End of chapter)