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Writing in the Republic of China (33)

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    "Sister Shaoyao, do you think Mr. Night Watchman will really come?"

    "I saw Mr.'s picture in the newspaper! Mr. looks young."

    "Although he looks a little ugly But my mother said, it's safe for men to be ugly."

    "Sister Bai, have you seen Mr. Night Watchman? Does Mr. really look like a newspaper photo?"

    "Hey! Do you guys see if I have any makeup?"

    Bai Shaoyao looked at this group of chattering little sisters with a smile, but didn't pierce their small thoughts.  They were just joking, after all, everyone here knew that it was impossible.  They are just a bunch of broken flowers and willows, and people like Mr. Night's Watch deserve better.

    When she thought that she would be able to meet Mr. Night Watchman, whom she had admired for a long time, her thoughts drifted away.  It is no exaggeration to say that Mr. Night's Watchman's reply to her letter changed her life.  From Mr.'s letter, she rekindled the spirit that had disappeared for a long time.

    She is not a complete bitch. There are still people in this world who will not despise her, and who are willing to listen to her patiently and tell her the truth from the bottom of their hearts.  For her who has lived in men's lies since she was a child, the truth is a scarce commodity.  So she also cherished the advice given by the night watchman to her - he asked her to learn to read and write from his clients, and she did the same.

    Maybe there is a god in the dark who really heard her prayer.  She finally got lucky and her luck changed for the better.  She met Dashuai Xue at a banquet, maybe because she likes to study prostitutes. The prostitutes are too rare, maybe because of a whim, but no matter what, Dashuai Xue redeemed her body, and she became Dashuai Xue's third  concubine.  She tried her best to be cute and good-looking, and finally won the favor of Dashuai Xue.

    The sisters are envious of her good luck, but she is not so optimistic.  As the saying goes, a beauty fades before she grows old, who knows how long Dashuai Xue will like her?  That's why she has to seize this rare opportunity, study hard, and enrich herself with knowledge.  In this way, even if Dashuai Xue gets tired of her one day, she can support herself with her own ability.

    Her most daring attempt was to adapt Mr. Night's Watch's "Memoirs of a Courtesan" into a play.  When she first heard the story of "Memoirs of a Courtesan", she had an urge to turn it into a play.  This is the story of their prostitutes, and she wants to put this story on the stage for more people to see.

    So she boldly sent the letter to Mr. Night's Watch.  For many writers, it would be a great shame for many writers to have a prostitute act in a play adapted from their own novel, but she somehow felt that her husband would not care.

    And the husband really didn't care, he not only readily agreed to the matter in the letter, but also asked all the actors to choose prostitutes!  This incident caused a sensation among the sisters in Bada Hutong, and it was unknown how many people applied for the role at that time.  It's just because their freedom of life is still limited to brothels, so most of the drama actors selected by Bai Shaoyao in the end are prostitutes who have already been educated.  Although they all knew that this show would bring a lot of trouble to the actors, they still chose to participate in the show without hesitation.

    Because they prostitutes have collectively lost their voices for thousands of years in Chinese history, this drama is a rare channel for them to speak out, and it is of great significance to them!

    "Madam, Mr. Li is here." The boy's words came from outside the door, and the originally noisy backstage dressing room was silent, but a few seconds later there were screams and all kinds of chaos.

    Bai Shaoyao's thoughts were interrupted, and she couldn't help tugging at her skirt nervously for a while, and looked in the mirror.

    Mr. Li had no choice but to decline the invitation of the Marshal that day due to illness.  She knew that Mr. Li was not in good health, and she did not suffer less in prison this time. Naturally, she hoped that Mr. Li would recover from his illness, and she did not dare to bother him with drama matters.

    Therefore, since the rehearsal of their play, the husband has never watched it once.  Although she sent the script to her husband before, and he also made a high evaluation, but after all, the original author has not seen it with her own eyes, and she is always uncertain.

    Today is the premiere day of the play "Memoirs of a Courtesan". Naturally, she sent the tickets to her husband early, but she was always worried that he would not be able to come due to physical reasons. Now that he has really come, not only her, but all the actors  They are all like chicken blood,

    They must present their best performances to Mr

    Under the guidance of the attendants, Le Jing and Li Shuran walked through the turbulent crowd and took their seats in the first row.

    If he hadn't received a free ticket as the original author, he really wouldn't be able to buy a ticket this time.

    The premiere of "Memoirs of a Courtesan" was particularly hot this time.  Firstly, it was a gimmick brought up by all the prostitutes. This drama became popular before it was staged.?? is a tragedy.

    Amidst the laughter of the audience, the plot on stage continued in an orderly manner.

    Among the prostitutes, White Jasmine is undoubtedly a strange flower.  She doesn't complain about herself, and she doesn't bother to engage in intrigue. She has a bright and cheerful personality.  When she is not receiving guests, she can read and write, play the piano and draw pictures. She is obviously the most humble prostitute in the world, but she is as carefree as a hermit in the mountains.

    It is such a sunny and optimistic woman who is indifferent to fame and wealth, but fate has never been lenient to her.

    She doesn't believe in men's mouths, but only believes in her own efforts, so she desperately saves money to redeem herself, and wants to have a free life.  But if a prostitute wants to make more money, she can only receive more customers.  In order to earn more money, she hardly picks on customers, as long as she gives enough money, she will accept any customers.

    She soon contracted the disease, and fell from the top Qingyin small class to a second-class tea room, and finally turned into the dirtiest.  Even some acquaintances called her a slut, a waste. She said that she can sleep with anyone for money, and that she is just self-inflicted in her current situation.

    Sadly, even though Bai Jasmine has worked so hard to earn money, she still hasn't saved much money.  The old bustard and his men stole her belongings again and again, and there was a severe flood in her hometown. She actively donated money and goods, because a beggar who looked like her younger sister in her memory, she used money to support her schooling

    Therefore, even if she desperately picks up customers to make money, she is still poor, and her freedom is nowhere in sight.

    Gradually, the laughter in the audience died down.  Even though Bai Jasmine made witty remarks, not many people laughed this time.  Some people even let out low sobbing sounds.

    Then there is the sunset at the beginning of the story, which is also the ending of the story.

    Bai Jasmine lay in the dirty mud, ending the long memory.  She struggled to look up at the beautiful sunset in the sky, and heard the cold conversation between the bustard and the waiter in her ears. She suddenly remembered that when she was young, when her family was in a good place, she had great ambitions and dreamed of becoming a strange woman like Qiu Jin.  .  But fate is ill-fated, and the world is uncertain. She and they are both duckweeds and cannot help themselves.  Then at least let her choose the way of death in the end.

    She climbed up with the last of her strength, feeling that she had never run so fast in her life, and then laughed while the old bustard cursed angrily, and jumped into the moat with the setting sun floating.

    The play itself is performed strictly according to the plot of the novel, but only some minor changes have been chosen.  For example, Bai Jasmine had an extra monologue before throwing herself into the river. She turned around and laughed loudly at the bustard and fellow who were chasing after her: "You guys lost! I'm free! I've suffered all the hardships in this life, and in the next life,  I will be happier than all of you!"

    Then the narrator gently read the last sentence in the original book: "Look at the magnificent sunset and the clear lake, how peaceful it is in this world."

    For a while, only low weeping sounds could be heard quietly in the theater.

    The so-called tragedy is to tear up the beautiful things for others to see.

    Such a beautiful white jasmine cannot survive in this dirty world.

    How happy the audience was laughing before, how angry andashamed they are now.

    Everyone watched quietly as the heavy curtain fell and would never rise again.

    I don't know how long it took, maybe a dozen seconds, maybe a minute, and suddenly a loud curse came from behind: "This fucking society!"

    Then sporadic applause sounded from the side of Le Jing, and soon spread to the whole theater. The audience all stood up, turning their anger into thunderous applause, as if they wanted to lift the roof of the theater and turn into Nine Heavens God Thunder,  Punish all the evils in the world, and return the true Haiyan and Heqing of China, so that the present world will be stable.

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    The beauty of poetry that Bai Jasmine said came from internet jokes, and the source is no longer available.

    Lao She: I want to write the saddest tragedy, which is full of shameless laughter.

    Lu Xun: Tragedy is tearing up beautiful things for others to see.

    I originally agreed to add more yesterday, but let you pigeons go. I¡¯m sorry, so I wrote a thousand words more in this chapter, and there will be another update later, but it¡¯s definitely impossible to send it at 6 o¡¯clock, because I didn¡¯t save the manuscript and can only post it now.  Write it now, and I will send it out before midnight today.

    Now, I'm going to take a nap. I suffered from insomnia again yesterday. I only slept for three or four hours. My body is very sleepy, but my brain is very active and very tired.  I'm not busy in a few days and plan to go to the hospital to have a look.

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