Chapter 730 Farewell My Concubine
"So his life is like this..." Sun Yilin, squatting in front of his mobile phone, looked attentively at Gan Hengxu who was rehearsing in the live broadcast room.
The sun was shining brightly in Beijing in March. The young man in the live broadcast room was moving around under the scorching sun, and soon he was sweating profusely.
In fact, it is very rude for an opera actor to sweat on stage.
It is absolutely not allowed in opera performances for actors who have put on makeup to perform on stage and are sweating profusely and have their pastels washed away.
This kind of sweat is commonly known as "hurry sweat", "extreme sweat", "deficit sweat" and "panic sweat". It is a taboo on stage. It also proves that the actors have not worked hard for the performance, so they are flustered and the sweat glands are out of control.
"Performing sweat" on stage is also a matter of "kung fu". A well-educated, grounded and experienced actor should not sweat on stage.
Of course, these were just what she heard Gan Hengxu say casually. As for the authenticity of these words, Sun Yilin didn't know...
You know, theater troupes in the past performed outdoors. In that era of scarce resources, where did air conditioners and electric fans come from?
Not sweating is easy to say, but how easy is it to actually do it?
How to achieve the state of not sweating on stage in summer is a problem that every opera actor needs to overcome, even famous actors are no exception.
Gan Hengxu's master once said that the secret to "controlling sweat" is to memorize the lines, think about the scene, put yourself in the play, forget yourself outside the play, and bring this sweat-free appearance to the stage. If nothing goes wrong on the stage, This sweat can be taken backstage to remove makeup and sometimes make a difference.
During performances, opera actors wear heavy makeup, complicated costumes, and large range of movements. It is obviously unreasonable to control not to sweat...
For opera actors, and by extension, for all actors, sweat control is a kind of psychological quality or professional accomplishment, and it is not a hard requirement.
Sun Yilin had heard many things in her chat with Gan Hengxu, but when she saw him sweating profusely while rehearsing, she couldn't help but feel weak.
Learning to act is much more difficult than learning to sing. Generally speaking, if you have a good voice and know a little bit about vocal music, you can learn to sing freely, and the training process before singing on stage is relatively short.
But opera is obviously different. One minute on stage takes ten years of work off stage. In many cases, a short moment on stage is the result of everyone working together for a long time.
Learning to sing is much more complicated. Just having a good voice does not necessarily mean you can sing well. You also need to learn at least certain physical performance skills. Moreover, the actor's five basic skills of "hands, eyes, body, method, and steps" are not necessarily good at singing. To say that you have mastered it proficiently, you can at least be able to draw a few strokes. Otherwise, you will not look like an actor when you put on the costume and stand blankly in the center of the stage. You don’t know whether you are singing or acting. It is nondescript and unsightly.
Is the opera good to watch? The quintessence of Chinese culture is naturally good to watch, but looking at Gan Hengxu's slumped appearance, dripping with sweat and panting heavily, she suddenly felt a little distressed.
Learning opera will naturally involve hardships, and the effort and rewards are not necessarily directly proportional. Sometimes opera performers perform very well, but the rewards they receive are really not much...
This is what Sun Yilin is puzzled about. It is clear that opera does not bring much reward, and it is very difficult to learn, but there is still an endless stream of people who are eager to learn it.
When she asked Gan Hengxu, the other party's answer was simple.
"On a small scale, it's just interest. On a larger scale, it's inheritance. There's no earth-shattering story. I just fell in love with it. That's it."
Yes, he embarked on the path of opera because of his pure love, without any weird ambitions.
In fact, even his love for opera is inexplicable, just like he also inexplicably likes himself...
Thinking of this, Sun Yilin suddenly blushed. She was a popular star, a rising star in the opera world. How could she like an ordinary little girl like her?
To this day, she still doesn't know why Gan Hengxu suddenly showed affection for her in the first place. How can she be so virtuous?
But then again, there is no reason to like this kind of thing, just like liking a sky, there is no reason, just because the sky is the sky.
Sun Yilin's face felt hot as she looked at Gan Hengxu, a handsome man with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and her "husband" who was full of bullets on the screen.
What others shout is false, but she can shout the truth in the future...
"Cough cough cough cough!"
She hurriedly coughed to cover up her embarrassment, and solemnly opened the folder on the table, intending to do something serious.
The script assignment assigned to her by Pu Tong was called "Farewell My Concubine". Originally, Sun Yilin was a little bit unable to understand the material information, but after watching Gan Hengxu's rehearsal, she seemed to suddenly grasp something.
She suddenly understood the protagonist Cheng Dieyi in the movie. She had a drama in her heart and got drunk without drinking!
Singing, reciting, acting, and playing, these four words constitute Peking Opera, and even Cheng Dieyi, Xiaodouzi’s life.
"Crazy" and "drama crazy" are what Cheng Dieyi's senior brother Duan Xiaolou said about him. But such a little bean who carves Peking opera into his bones once had his hand beaten until bleeding was immersed in water due to the scolding of his master - this may ruin an actor's life.
The little laizi in the setting has a heart to "become a hero", but he can't stand the high-intensity training and corporal punishment of the theater troupe.
To a certain extent, Xiao Laizi is actually a reflection of Xiao Douzi's heart and her previous thoughts...
Xiao Laizi wants to become Jiao'er, so why not Xiaodouzi? It's just that he doesn't want to say it.
Xiao Laizi was unwilling to endure the harsh training of the troupe, so he shook Xiao Douzi's heart and asked Xiao Douzi to run away with him. When Xiao Laizi saw Jiao'er's performance, he was moved by the scene and cried while shouting what was in his heart: How many beatings did they have to take to become Jiao'er? When can I become Jiao'er?
Xiao Douzi didn't say anything, just cried silently, but his inner voice had long been spoken for him by Xiao Laizi.
Becoming a "corner" is the dream of many opera performers, and she saw the same obsession in Gan Hengxu.
Gan Hengxu loves opera just like "Xiaodouzi" in the setting, but Sun Yilin doesn't want him to be like Xiaodouzi...
Xiao Laizi finally escaped, but returned to the troupe because of Xiao Douzi. He watched Xiaodouzi being punished, feeling distressed at the same time and worried about his own fate. In the end, he finally ate the candied haws he had longed for in despair and committed suicide.
The "Xiao Laizi" in Xiao Douzi's heart disappeared together with the real Xiao Laizi, leaving Xiao Douzi with nothing but drama in her heart.
But Gan Hengxu is different. There is not only drama in his life, but also her...
Sun Yilin blushed with embarrassment and joked to himself.
Literary girls are really not sour when they say sour things.