Song Tan's Notes

Liangcheng, Dongli Township.

The red banner on the top of the stage reads [Meihua Youth Troupe].

In the empty Taichung covered by a curtain, a plump middle-aged woman with a sad face was singing sadly:

[My son smiles happily when he sees the bright moon...]

The stage was completely empty, with no audience members in the venue. However, there were a few cars in front of them that surrounded the place in a square shape, and the meaning of interception was particularly obvious.

There were only a few old men and women, and young people holding their cell phones, the former listening to the opera, and the latter filming the stage.

The young people also murmured:
"This Wu guy is a piece of shit! He comes back every day to brag about hundreds of thousands or millions, but he won't even pay the final 2..."

"That's right! The theater said they wanted to put up a tent to provide shade for the audience in such a hot venue, but his old lady was reluctant to spend the money... Humph! Sooner or later, her fortune will be gone."

"The troupe is so pitiful. Their professional ethics are so strong! They have already defaulted on the final payment, but they still have to finish the show..."

The old man next to him heard it, took a look at the video he was shooting, and immediately beamed with joy: "Boss Xiao Wu, I don't think he will last long!"

"Isn't that so?" The young man suddenly felt that he had found a soulmate: "You also think that this kind of person has no morals and the company will not last long!"

The old man snorted and said, "You youngsters just don't know the rules. Since ancient times, opera troupes have performed in all directions. One side is for humans, the third side is for ghosts, and the fourth side is for gods!"

"Even though the people are gone, we still have to sing for the ghosts and gods!"

"The show had just begun and he suddenly barged into the backstage and made a scene. He said he didn't want to pay and asked them to block off the area and take the audience to a banquet...they all left, so who was left to listen to the show?"

Those who are just watching from the sidelines don’t count, they haven’t even entered!
Young man: ...I don’t understand, I’m superstitious, but...I don’t know why I feel so good when I think about it this way!
It turns out that Chinese people still need metaphysics to strengthen their psychological construction!
After hearing this, the other old men and women also nodded: "Yes! It has always been this rule. This Xiao Wu is not a decent person and has no moral character. How can he make such a fuss on the day of his mother's birthday? Is this a birthday celebration or inviting the King of Hell?"

Another middle-aged woman also said, "Well, that old lady has no morals herself. She is so arrogant because her son is rich. Is this what she does? She deserves to be despised."

As they were talking, they heard two gray-haired old ladies shaking their heads and singing along with the performers:
[Look up, you unfilial slave... Who knew you were so short-sighted and so unwilling to study? You are so greedy and want to have fun...]

Wait!

The young man reacted: "Shouldn't birthdays be joyous? Why is the song so sad?"

The old ladies didn't care that their interest in singing was disturbed. Their eyes were fixed on the stage - they hadn't listened to the opera for many years and had almost forgotten the lyrics.

At this moment, he smiled and said, "This is a good play. In the past, everyone in our village liked to order this play when they held a wedding. Have you heard of "Three Sisters Teaching Their Sons"? "

"It's just that the words of this play seem to have been changed... there are a lot less..."

The two began to discuss, and the young man quickly searched the Internet: "Now a play lasts one or two hours, many people don't have patience, and it's not conducive to promotion, so many singing segments have versions that are 10 to 20 minutes longer." "Oh, then I guess Mrs. Wu felt that it was a waste to spend so much money to hire someone to sing just one play, so she chose a few more!"

It's this excerpt of [Three Mothers Teaching Their Sons]. Aren't the two excerpts that are usually sung, [Respect Three Mothers, don't be sad, sit still in the computer room], or [Teach the naughty boy, don't be arrogant, kneel still in the computer room]?
The old mother talked about how hard she worked to educate her naughty son, so that he could turn over a new leaf, work hard, and get a good grade on the list of successful candidates... How inspiring!

But the excerpt on stage is about a mother complaining about her hardship and blaming her son for not being a good person. Listen to the lyrics, how poignant! How appropriate!
Otherwise, they would be here in the hot sun at noon to join in the fun, and that’s what it feels like!

Hey! The Wu family lost face today. Everyone in the surrounding area will know about it when they go to the market and visit relatives tomorrow!
The young man next to him also perked up, and quickly wrote a title for the video:

[The owner of the Wu Wu restaurant chain broke into the backstage of the troupe and harassed the female members, threatening to not pay the balance...]

After posting, he looked at the progress bar, then looked at other people’s videos that had been forwarded earlier than his and were already popular, and then praised himself with satisfaction:
With this wave, we will definitely be able to control the traffic!
……

In the backstage of the troupe, a young female member was packing her clothes while feeling embarrassed: "I don't know when I can get this money back..."

Because it was a small event, the client asked them to come from far away and sing for only three hours, so the price was not too high, just 40,000 yuan.

Now, after all this trouble, half of it is gone immediately, and this is the Dragon Boat Festival!
gas!
On the other hand, the older members of the troupe have seen all kinds of storms: "What's the big deal? We are a company! He won't take the lawsuit, and we will get the money sooner or later! At most, it's just a matter of whether we sing happily or not..."

Having said that, they are not a theater troupe with the nature of a public institution, but a self-financing enterprise that has transformed. Now they are asking everyone to celebrate the festival and suffer in vain...

Just as I was feeling unhappy, I heard the lines from the opera and couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Teacher Zhang is so mischievous..."

The excerpt this sang was obviously not the inspirational excerpt that was planned at the beginning, and with the end of this excerpt, the entire play was also considered over...

There was only Sanniang scolding her son and others trying to persuade him, but there was no subsequent reversal or success.

Everyone in the troupe couldn't help but laugh as they listened:

"It's not our fault. He designated the play and let us choose the segments. But he didn't pay us and came here to harass us and even cursed at us..."

The play cannot be stopped at the beginning, but in their simple version, the first part of the opening music is basically the same, so changing the music from the lyrics does not affect it at all!

Hey! What we need is a suitable occasion.

Who says they don’t have temper? If opera singers don’t have a strong temper, they won’t be able to endure the hard work they’ve been doing since childhood. They are stubborn!
The props people also started to pack up and put things into the car. After Teacher Zhang finished singing on stage, they would clean up the venue and drive away. We don’t want to waste time with people like this!
The bullied girl sighed, still feeling a bit upset. She was now thinking about editing a video and preparing to post it on TikTok. She only had over 300 fans, all of whom were acquaintances. She didn’t know if it would be popular.

Suddenly I received a message from the backstage of Tik Tok!
[Hello, I am an employee of Qiaoqiao Farm in Yuncheng Yunqiao Village. Can you come here to perform for the villagers and employees today? How much do you charge? ]

【Happy Dragon Boat Festival! 】(End of this chapter)