After a long time, Fang Zheng planned to go back and watch it, and then said 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 when he took 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. It was a spiritual tablet!
Then Zhao Wu knelt down in front of the queue 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 he 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 as if pounding garlic.
When Fang Zheng saw this, he felt sad.
To put it nicely, Zhao Wu is the foreman of a drama troupe. At a very large level, he is also a small boss. At a very small level, he is actually just a performer who relies on his own skills to make money, eat, support his family, and support those who follow him.
People who eat. He also wants to perform well, but when faced with the hard demand of the market, they have no ability to resist and can only go with the flow. They laugh on stage and cry offstage. Behind the smile, there is too much bitterness.
.
At this time, Zhao Wu's wife came, also kneeling next to Zhao Wu, patting Zhao Wu's 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 all..."
"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 over the 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.
A person who is shameless and skinless has to put down everything and satisfy the audience when he gets on stage. The other person is called strong..." Speaking of this, Zhao Wu's eyes also turned red. These words may sound simple, but
When you really go against your heart and act something that is disgusting to you, when you act like a clown in front of others, even if you make money, you still feel uncomfortable.
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 wonderful scene between the two, why did I 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 turned red instantly. 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 he came out and wanted to talk to the donor." Fang Zheng said with a smile.
Looking at the white-clothed monk in front of him, his smile was as warm as the sun. The feeling of congestion in his heart gradually dissipated and he felt much more comfortable. Zhao Wu knew Fang Zheng. He ran back and forth in nearby villages all year round, so it was impossible that he didn't know this.
Celebrity. But Zhao Wu has 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 it is the first time to have face to face and close contact.
Zhao Wu's wife arrived: "Master, we were just complaining, you..."
"Donor, don't worry, what this poor monk heard today will not be told to anyone." Fang Zheng knew that if what Zhao Wu had just said spread and was used by someone with ulterior motives, their career would be over.
Hearing what Fang Zheng said, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.
The three of them sat on the floor, and Zhao Wu sighed: "I swear, although what I just said didn'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 act
Ordered something good, but no one looked at it. As you can see, everyone just liked that bite..."
Fang Zheng said: "Donor, the poor monk has seen it. However, since the two of them have come to this day, you also have an unshirkable responsibility."
"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 they become actors, especially famous actors, they are also famous in one place, and it is a matter of honoring their ancestors. But look at you again, you are in our place
Ten Miles and Eight Villages are also famous for their horns, 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 like this, how should outsiders view Errenzhuan? I’m afraid they won’t even be able to get into the lower tier, right?”
Hearing these words, Zhao Wu fell silent, lowered his head, scratched his head vigorously with both hands, and said bitterly: "What can be done? I know some teachers who insist on playing the real role. Even they were famous for a while, but now
There is nothing left to do. In order to survive, we can only 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's 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 all over 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," said Zhao Wu's wife.
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, which were very noisy and ugly. But in winter, when the mountains were covered with heavy snow, there were no birds left. Occasionally, he heard them chirping twice, like sparrows.
With the sounds of nature, the whole world seemed to come alive."
"Master, what do you mean?" Zhao Wu's wife asked in confusion.
Chapter completed!