As soon as Fu Nuan entered the office, he felt that the atmosphere inside was a little subtle, and he noticed the eyes cast from all directions, which was very inexplicable.
I haven't seen you during a holiday, everyone, what's wrong
Back at the office, she wiped the dust off the table with a rag, and An Zhu at the next station came up and poked her.
Fu Nuan turned his head, and saw An Zhu looking at her with a big smile, like a young girl in spring.
"What's wrong with you? Are you ill?"
She reached out to check the temperature of Anzhu's forehead, but was avoided by the other party.
"Nuan Nuan, tut tut... Teacher Fu, your relationship with Director Rong is really envious of others!"
The other teachers in the office nodded in agreement, and Fu Nuan noticed that everyone was smiling with gossip and jokes.
"What are you talking about..."
"Don't pretend, everyone has seen it."
An Zhu cleared his throat with a smirk, stared at Fu Nuan solemnly, stretched out his hand to touch her hair, and said, "Take medicine on time, don't be too tired."
All the teachers were amused by Anzhu's wonderful imitation.
Only then did Fu Nuan realized that this was learning and talking!
The scene just now...were all seen
A burst of enthusiasm hit her face, and she straightened her face and "teached" An Zhu: "Teacher An, stop making trouble, and prepare lesson plans."
An Zhu smiled without saying a word, still with a curious and funny face, but did not tease her anymore, but took a document from the table.
"I only have class this afternoon."
After speaking, she handed Fu Nuan the file in her hand, and said with a smile: "Look at it, Teacher Fu."
"what is this?"
Fu Nuan took the file and opened it. It was a planning book with the words "Planning for Luda Drama Festival" on it.
"The activities of the drama club?"
Anzhu nodded, "The school has a tradition of holding a'drama festival', once a year, each has a different theme."
Fu Nuan was puzzled and asked, "Does this have anything to do with us? We also want to participate?"
"That's right, this year the drama club in the department has been merged into the school drama club, and the theme of this drama festival is'national style traditional classic dramas'. We need a teacher in our department to guide the repertoire."
Fu Nuan nodded. There are many things in traditional culture that are worth inheriting. If more and more people are interested in it, it is indeed a beautiful thing.
"Which teacher is there, is it decided?"
An Zhu shook his head, "The teachers over there are not interested in drama."
"What about you, aren't you an activist?" Fu Nuan asked with a smile.
This is no exaggeration, it can be said that where there are activities, there is Anzhu.
"I?"
An Zhu was shocked and waved his hands again and again: "I'm not good at this kind of thing, forget it!"
At the end, she looked at Fu Nuan with a smirk and said, "Master Fu, I remember you are more interested in these. And it's the first time you have encountered this drama festival, or you can go!"
"I?"
Fu Nuangang wanted to refuse, so the Academic Affairs Office sent a teacher to ask.
"It's Master Fu!"
Fu Nuan: "Um..."
The teacher from the Academic Affairs Office smiled and said: "Mr. Fu, this task is left to you. I will take you to the drama club first and meet the head of the club."
At this point, Fu Nuan didn't want to refuse, so he could only drive the ducks to the shelves and nodded in agreement.
She is really interested in this activity, but she is also worried that she is not experienced enough to be competent.
…
Rehearsal Hall of the Drama Club.
When Fu Nuan got there, there were already a dozen people in the hall.
In the center of the stage stood a man and a woman, and the two of them were speaking to each other.
"Teacher Fu, the student in the orange dress is the president of the drama club. I have something to do, so I will go back first."
"Ok."
After the teacher in the Academic Affairs Office left, Fu Nuan walked towards the female student in orange clothes.
"Classmates, which play are you lining up?"
The girl glanced sideways at her, and faintly responded with two words: "Blessings of Love."
Fu Nuan nodded. It was indeed a traditional classic, but it was too sad.
She likes the story, but she doesn't like the ending.
Life cannot be kept together, and the transformation of butterflies after death is also a short-lived companion in a lifetime.
The men and women on the stage are Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai. The two are talking to each other. It sounds like Zhu Yingtai's woman disguised as a man to go to school and met Liang Shanbo on the way.
The lines are quite satisfactory and nothing new.
Predecessors have performed many versions. Fu Nuan believes that classic repertoires also need to keep pace with the times and seek a little innovation while retaining the core culture.
"Has the script been written?"
Hearing that, the orange girl seemed to have heard some joke, "The script? Does it still need to be written? There are so many ready-made online, just use it directly."
Fu Nuan frowned, "Use it directly?"
"Yes, otherwise. We don't have so much time to rewrite the script. Isn't it the same in previous years? There is nothing wrong with it."
With a natural look, the girl looked at the questioning woman again and again in confusion.
"you are… "
Only then did Fu Nuan remember that he forgot to introduce herself, and said with a smile: "Hello classmate, I am the teacher of the College of Arts who participated in the arrangement of your play. My name is Fu."
When the girl heard that she was a teacher, she immediately put away her inattentive appearance.
"Hello, Teacher Fu, I'm Du Ruo, the president of the Drama Club."
"You have rehearsed according to the original script now?"
Du Ruo nodded and couldn't say no: "Yes, teacher, is there any problem?"
"It's like this... I think we can add some innovative elements to the repertoire, or it can be said to be a new story."
On the premise that the meaning and connotation remain unchanged, to make the traditional Chinese culture more in line with the aesthetics of the current people, this is what Fu Nuan wants to do.
But Du Ruo disagreed with her idea, and declined: "Teacher, this is good now. To say that it is new and unconventional, the students of the Foreign Languages Institute have performed many times in different languages, changing the soup instead of the medicine. How can it be? What innovation is there really?"
"What if the content of the script is recreated? A completely different story."
"Teacher, don't be kidding. We are usually very busy with school work. In fact, participating in club activities is to get credits for innovation. How can we have time to grind a brand new script?"
The discussion between Du Ruo and Fu Nuan was not too small, and when the other students heard it, they all gathered around, including the male and female hosts on the stage.
"Teacher, don't tease us. How long will it take to produce the original and innovative script!"
"That's it, there is no teacher as simple as you think."
The students were talking about it, and Fu Nuan could see that none of them had any enthusiasm, and they were not in a good state.
As Du Ruo said, everyone just handed in a job to complete the task and then took credits.
"Well, let's not waste time and continue to rehearse."
Du Ruo gave an order, and the members went back to you all unhurriedly.
Fu Nuan didn't want this play to be so perfunctory, so he stopped the students and said sonically, "Give me one day, and tomorrow, I will give you a brand new script!"