Chapter 504 Do Not Enter the Ancestral Grave After Death 【Subscription】

After a long time, Fangzheng planned to go back and watch it, and then bid farewell to Yang Hua. He really couldn't appreciate this kind of program.

However, at this moment, Fang Zheng saw a figure running into the woods, running very fast.

Fangzheng followed curiously, and after a closer look, it was Zhao Wu.

I saw Zhao Wu holding a box, came to the back of the woods, took out the contents respectfully, and put it on the ground. That is a spiritual position!

Then Zhao Wu knelt down in front of the ranking with a plop, kowtowed his head, and cried as he kowtowed: "Mom, my son is not filial, and today my son is playing that kind of nonsense again, and insulting the ancestors again. The son knows that a person like the son will not be eligible to enter the ancestral grave even if he dies. But the son can't help it, the son has to live... woo woo..."

Speaking of this, Zhao Wu collapsed on the spot, cried, tears streaming down his face, and kowtowed like garlic.

When Fangzheng saw this, his heart ached.

To put it bluntly, Zhao Wu is the foreman of a theater troupe, and even a small boss when he grows up. When I was young, I was actually just a street performer, relying on my own ability to make money, eat, support my family, and support those who ate with him. He also wants to act well, but when faced with the hard demand of the market, they have no ability to resist and can only go with the flow. Laughing on stage, crying off stage, behind the smile, there is too much bitterness.

At this time, Zhao Wu's wife came, also knelt beside Zhao Wu, patted Zhao Wu's shoulder and said: "I knew you were here, every time you perform this kind of thing, you will find a corner where there is no one to cry Don't cry, we are born to be cheap, that's all..."

"At the beginning, when I brought you into the industry, I agreed that I would only act in the real drama, and perform those traditional good things. However... I'm sorry." Zhao Wudao.

"Don't say it, you've said it many times over the years. When you're on stage, don't treat yourself as Zhao Wu...An old senior said that when we play Errenzhuan, we have to bring two skins. A skin with no face and no skin, on stage, you have to let go of everything and just satisfy the audience. The other skin is strong..." Speaking of this, Zhao Wu's eyes are also red, these words are simple, but When I really go against my heart, when I act something that disgusts me, when I show it to others like a clown, even if I make money, I feel uncomfortable.

Zhao Wudao: "He also said that in front of reality, dreams are like the glass in front of the truck, which is useless. But I am not reconciled, what a good show for two people, why did they go on this road..."

"It's not something you and I can change. Let's get up. The second son and the others are holding on. We have to go up after their performance." Zhao Wu's wife said.

Zhao Wu sighed, stood up and said, "Hey..."

Seeing this, Fangzheng walked up, clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha."

The sound of the Buddha's name made Zhao Wu jump up in fright. Seeing that it was Fang Zheng, the faces of the two of them blushed instantly. Zhao Wu said embarrassingly: "Master, I'm sorry, I... I just..."

"Amitabha, the benefactor is filial, and the poor monk saw it. However, the poor monk didn't agree with the benefactor's words. So I came out and wanted to chat with the benefactor." Fangzheng smiled.

Looking at the white-clothed monk in front of him, his smile was as warm as the sun, and the feeling of stuffiness in his heart subsided unknowingly, and he felt much more comfortable. Zhao Wu knew Fangzheng, he had been running back and forth in nearby villages all year round, so it was impossible not to know about this celebrity. But Zhao Wu had never been to One Finger Temple. Zhao Wu had never seen Fang Zheng himself, but today on stage, he saw Fang Zheng for the first time. It's the first time we've had face-to-face, close contact.

Zhao Wu's wife came: "Master, we were complaining just now, you..."

"Don't worry, the benefactor, what the poor monk heard today, he won't tell anyone." Fangzheng knew that if Zhao Wu's words just got out and someone took advantage of them, their career would be over.

Hearing what Fangzheng said, the two of them also breathed a sigh of relief.

The three sat on the ground, and Zhao Wu sighed: "I swear, although what I just said is not pleasant, but... the reality is like this. Not only me, but many duo actors I know are in this situation now. We also want to act Order something good, but no one sees it. You saw it too, and everyone likes that bite..."

Fangzheng said: "Benefactor, the poor monk has seen it. However, since Erren Zhuan has come to this day, you also have an unshirkable responsibility."

"I..." Zhao Wu wanted to argue a few words, but found that he couldn't say it with the cheek to face those calm and serene eyes anyway.

Fangzheng continued: "In the past, although actors were rated as inferior, in Northeast China, once you become an actor, especially a famous actor, you are also famous and honorable in one side. But look at you again, you are here with us. Shili Bacun is also a famous corner, but you can't even enter the ancestral grave. Nowadays, the most common sentence heard by poor monks is: there are people who sing Errenzhuan at home, and they will not enter the ancestral grave after death! Although you have made money , but lost too many things.

Even the locals view Errenzhuan in this way, how should outsiders view Errenzhuan? Are you afraid that you won't even be able to get in? "

Hearing these words, Zhao Wu fell silent, lowered his head, scratched his head vigorously with both hands, and said bitterly: "What can I do? I know some teachers who insist on singing the show. There is no drama to act on. In order to survive, we can only give up our dreams, which is reality.”

Fangzheng smiled, and looked up at the sky, where a swallow landed on a branch.

Fangzheng said: "Benefactor, what do you think is that?"

"Swallow." Zhao Wu's wife replied subconsciously.

Fangzheng smiled and said, "Do swallows have any habits?"

Zhao Wu didn't understand what Fangzheng was going to say, but said, "It must be a migratory bird."

"It's indeed a migratory bird. It flies to the south in winter. What if he doesn't fly to the south?" Fang Zheng asked.

"Frozen to death." When Zhao Wu said this, his whole body shivered, and he smiled bitterly: "I am the swallow that is about to freeze to death."

Fangzheng shook his head and pointed to a sparrow, "Then why didn't it freeze to death?"

"Long hair in winter, anti-freezing." Zhao Wu's wife said.

Fangzheng nodded: "Yeah, with long hair in winter to keep out the cold, there is no need to leave home. Although the sparrow is small, it is not as beautiful as the swallow, but he knows how to protect his home and will not fly away no matter what. The same predicament, different choices, I have a completely different life. When the poor monk was young, he didn’t like the calls of sparrows, which were very noisy and ugly. But in winter, the mountains were covered by heavy snow, and there were no birds. Occasionally, I heard them call twice, as if The sound of nature, the whole world seems to come alive."

"Master, what do you mean?" Zhao Wu's wife asked in confusion.

There was a gleam of light in Zhao Wu's eyes, and he looked at Fang Zheng.