Chapter 39: Two dramas on stage and off stage

The new school year has begun.
Yiyanxi's results, when qualifying, naturally can't sit together with Aheng.
The classmates in the class have gotten acquainted with Ah Heng, and they all think this girl is very real, she is good at studying, and sitting together is absolutely no harm. Therefore, this year, Aheng is absolutely sought-after.
As a result, due to Chen Juan's achievements in disdain for Qunlun, she sat beside A Heng gracefully and said, "Brother, fate!"
Aheng smiled: "Yes, yes, fate."
After a few more people, Sindayi walked over with his eyes slanted, gloating: "Shemale, hehe, you are done, Oye!"
Chen Juan didn't know why, but the purple-painted Kou Dan pointed at Sindayi: "Bah, when did you a baboon become a crow? You are done! Believe it or not, the old lady killed you, hey!"
It’s a pity that the is not warm yet, so Yanxi walked over with a dark face and a grin. The schoolbag was thrown on the table of a certain shredded pork, her eyebrows were raised, but she didn’t smile:
What? Are you old?"
Rousi opened his eyes wide, and vaguely saw the small mess with black wings hovering on Yanxi's head, remembering the countless times of being poisoned by the unspoken rules of the tongue, and he smiled and stood up: "How can you sit here? , It’s a crime to disturb your father-daughter reunion."
"Damn, the virtue of mother Sang!" Xin Dayi contemptuously.
The shredded pork money is moved: "Oh, Xin Shao, you have a good moral character. In the future, the younger ones will depend on you more."
Immediately, he sat down beside Xinshi Dayi.
His eyes met, crackling, sparks bursting.
Visiting the prison outside the iron window, no, everyone waiting for the seats all said with emotion: "Look, what a naked four-cornered love! Originally, Sindayi had a secret crush on Wen Heng. Wen Heng and Sindayi were very nice couples. Because Mei Ren Er was irritated by blowing with Mary, she felt that wild flowers were not as scent as home flowers, and the fat water did not flow into the field of outsiders. She robbed her brother’s lover, and staged an incestuous father-daughter relationship with Wen Heng. Sindayi and Mary were two sad people, drenching their sorrows with wine, haggarding the world, their hearts are like dead gray, lifeless to love, and lingering..."
Sitting in prison inside the iron window, oh, no, it’s another nest of seats already in a row of tears with tears: "It’s so cruel, I’ve tortured someone to death, the one next to Mary, the bare-bottomed kid shooting arrows is definitely a stepmother, too he Grandma's stepmother!!!"
The first time Ah Heng heard Sier playing the piano was at a solo concert held by his mother for Sier.
She didn't understand music, but felt that it was too good to hear. Those hands, lightly dancing, arranged and combined on the keys, were far more exciting than mathematics.
When the notes suddenly burst, applause from all the people rang, which shook the eardrums, like thunder.
Sier was wearing a white evening gown with a straight neck that looked elegant and noble. She got up and left the piano, picked up the microphone, and followed the applause with a slight shyness and seriousness. She said: "Thank you my mother, my favorite and favorite mother."
Then, A Heng sat in the seat of the VIP in front of him, watching her noble and beautiful mother walk up the stage with red eyes, hugging the girl, in such a warm and caring posture, reluctant to let go: "This is mine. Rare baby, my friends."
It was the applause that was just right to reach Consummation.
She kept smiling, but there was some pain in her ears.
Yanxi looked at her strangely and hurriedly. He was wearing a white and elegant suit, but he rolled up his sleeves unruly, covered her ears with his hands, and muttered something.
In an instant, the world was quiet.
She smiled and watched Yanxi's mouth open and close, and carefully put together too impatient sentences: "Good...good...good...we...Aheng...if...learn the piano...must...play Got...better..."
Oh, is that right? ...
A Heng sniffed and laughed: "Yanxi, let go, your ears hurt so much, it hurts."
Yanxi let go, kneeling on the seat with her legs unruly, facing her, her big eyes wishing to smile like a crack: "Really, Aheng, you have to believe me."
Aheng, you believe me. If you learned the piano at such a young age, baby, you must be a rare treasure that is more precious than a rare treasure.
Si Wan turned his gaze from the stage to the off stage, gently concerned: "What are you talking about? It's like this."
Yanxi curled her lips: "Secret."
Si Wan was more gentle and concerned: "Can't I say it?"
Yanxi didn't care, but said: "You elm head, it's a secret."
He smiled bitterly: "When did your secrets to others become secrets against me?"
Taking advantage of the moment when there was something touching and applauding on the stage, Yanxi smiled: "What did you say? It's too noisy, I didn't hear it."
All the people in the industry seriously evaluated Sier's performance level to the level of aliens.
A Heng said to Yanxi seriously: "Yanxi, I think I am very interested in music."
Yanxi also said seriously: "Daughter, this is a very elegant and easy to doze off interest."
However, life is so boring, we can just have some fun.
From the attic full of childhood toys, he dragged out a piano that had been abandoned for many years, and then had a good time to get familiar with the stave that was almost covered with moss, and asked Ah Heng to choose the generals and play whichever he picked. .
He said: "Heng Heng, for Mao, I think I look like some people waiting in some stores."
A Heng glanced at Yanxi's fine-skinned meat, his face was snowy, and asked carefully, "Nightclub Cowboy?"
Yanxi vomited blood: "Obviously he is a hotel piano player. Heaven and earth, what's wrong with my tutor..."
A Heng expressionlessly: "There are problems everywhere."
Yanxi is angrily: "I quit, let's go, I'll be a guest today, let's go listen to someone see-saw singing!"
Then, wearing ordinary T-shirts, ordinary cowboys, and ordinary clothes, they walked to the opera house which is said to be the most famous in the country. These days, the Opera House just invited a well-known American theater troupe to perform, a total of 33 shows, no more than one show, and after the show, they left with a baggage, especially the wrist.
A Heng searched for a long time but could not find the ticket booth.
Yanxi called, and after a while, someone came, in a suit and leather shoes, nodded and bowed, and gave the ticket.
A Heng sighed: "You are too high a cadre, too capitalist."
Yanxi: "Hey, take out Wen Muxin's name and see if that person bends down more capitalist!"
A Heng screamed, this is true. Then leaned over and watched the ticket: "What is the name of the opera?"
Yanxi stared horizontally for a long time, spelling calmly: "M-U-S-E-S."
A Heng spelled: musts in the palm of his hand.
...Muse? Muse the goddess of inspiration?
The two people sat in the front row, feeling a little bit. If you look at you, the muse of a capitalist country is different. Even the clothes are so capitalist.
Yanxi blinked his big eyes: "A Heng, except for a higher voice, can you understand what they sing?"
There was a snort of mocking and disdain from the seat next to him, and he turned his head, and the next room was well-dressed and well-dressed.
Yanxi hugged the popcorn and said angrily: "Ah, it's great to know English, speak an African indigenous language and listen to it! Oh, racism, shit!" Big eyes stared.
The man lost his temper.
A Heng smiled: "Oh, the beauty is a disaster."
Yanxi was confused: "Who are you talking about?"
Aheng pretended to be stupid, pointing to the woman with fair skin and luxurious beige dress on the stage with high pitch: "Muse..."
Yanxi whispered to Aheng, asking with a serious face: "Who is she harming?"
A Heng smiled and said, "There are many people."
It happened to be the climax of the scene when Yan hoped to the stage. The impoverished young painter inadvertently met the goddess Muse who spread the light of inspiration to the world, and fell in love with her at first sight.
The handsome young man with blond hair knelt on one knee: "My noble goddess, why are you born so beautiful and deprived of all my heart and soul. Your silver hair is beside this world, and even my almighty Father Zeus," The most dazzling and pure Huaze.
"My surroundings are dark, just because my goddess, your eyes, make all the light in this world dim. The proud goddess Athena gave me wisdom, but I abandon it, and use every bone and soul to miss you. Red lips, the most sweet and beautiful flower in the world.
"When the morning breeze blows and the sun is flooding the earth, I opened the window, and you landed in the mortal world, with the benevolence of the gods and ignorance of the world, cruelly let Venus smile at me and drive me into the of burning , For love, eternal life and eternal death!"
Muse held up the book in charge of inspiration, with a faint solemn expression: "Dear Lucifer, you are just in love with a part of your body-inspiration that is always mysterious and unpredictable. Every earthly poet, painter, musician, and historian They will all talk about their love for me. Therefore, in the name of the gods, now I give you inspiration."
Lucifer was silent.
The Muse smiled, with clarity and nobility, and waved his magic scepter, the light of inspiration led to Lucifer.
Thank you.
Yanxi was a little disappointed: "Is that the ending?"
Aheng looked at the clock on the four walls: "There should be another scene."
The last scene, when the curtain was rolled, was Lucifer who was still in poverty. He did not get a trace of splendor and wealth because of the inspiration given by the muse.
He still walked through the vulgar and dirty alleys, always awkwardly and slowly moving, looking around blankly, doing fine and coarse odd jobs for a piece of coarse bread.
All the big chunks of time, previously reserved for painting, are now used for silence and daze, and then, in exchange for the endless mockery and disdain of the Muse in the temple.
When she stepped into the world again in order to spread inspiration to another poet, that man, Lucifer, had returned to the dust forever.
The noble goddess read the epitaph, and her face, always proud and beautiful, that will not grow old, instantly became old and distraught.
It says: ridiculous madman, the painter who dug blind binoculars-Lucifer.
He didn't want the inspiration she gave, he would rather not see his inspiration. Abandoning the man who belonged to the painter was just pure Lucifer, just for the beautiful and pure figure at the beginning of the morning, Lucifer, who was at a loss and smiled innocently in love.
A permanent curtain call.
"This man is too stupid." A Heng shook his head.
"This goddess is too bad." Yanxi sighed.
The two looked at each other and laughed.
She always looks at the problem from the perspective of a woman, and he unconsciously brings it into the mind of a man.
Suddenly I feel melancholy, why should we look at something so sad?
Silence, life is so beautiful, with small ribs, "Detective Conan", broken piano, and radio. This is our complete life, not the depression that can't be spit out in the throat on the stage, right?
"How long have you had a good cry?" A Heng remembered the sensational sentiment of my intimate sister on the radio.
This sentence is universal. Well, I think we watched this joy and sorrow just to find a reason to cry.
Yanxi was taken aback: "I cried the day before yesterday, you forgot, the time when you held down your feet when you lifted the piano."
Aheng laughed, ha ha. I have never seen such a stupid person who can hold his feet under the piano when he lifts a piano. Even if I hold it down, I still dare to drop the Golden Doudou. It takes half an hour on the 1st. Even Sindayi, who lives at the other end of the compound, calls: "What's the matter? A Heng, your Xiaohui is again Was crushed by the stewed pork rice? Hey, such a stupid dog who loves to cry, just throw it away! Looking back, our brother will give you a pure ha. It’s definitely better to cry than this wolf howling dog!"
Yanxi sharpened the kitchen knife while wiping tears, I killed you!
A Heng laughed awkwardly while holding Xiao Hui, but it was a pity that he didn't know that he was also the protagonist of this scene, and looked stupidly at the braised pork rice hovering on his forehead. The stewed pork rice was smooth, and the little black eyes rolled steadily, disdain: Stupid dog, look at Mao, scold you!
It was evening after leaving the theater, and the two of them walked on the streets in early autumn, bringing a little coolness.
The popcorn was not finished, and when I held it in my hand, it also cooled and became a ball.
Yanxi remembered something, stretched out her pocket for a while, and stretched out her hand, with a white transparent marble in her palm.
"Little shrimp asked me to give it to you. The child said that he won it after fighting for a long time in school."
A Heng pinched the marbles: "Why don't you give it to me personally?"
Yanxi backs her hands to the back of her head: "I'm not afraid you call him for being playful and not studying well."
A Heng carefully folded his hands and laughed: "When did I scold him? This is really wrong."
"Grandpa He's body hasn't been very good recently." Yanxi turned the subject, her tone a little stiff.
A Heng was silent, she also knew this. When Grandpa He recently set up a stall, he always coughed badly. Every time she went to buy vegetables nearby, she greeted her far away. She always saw the old man's expression in pain, but endured his cough and greeted her.
"If so, it's not a small shrimp." A Heng's tone was a little lonely.
Yan Xi glanced at her: "What?"
"Little shrimp is so small. If it were me, I would be able to hold that home." She sighed, not without regret.
"Excuse me to interrupt Miss Wen, you seem to be only one and a half years older than He Xia." Yanxi sneered.
A Heng has a good temper, and looks at him lightly, where's the anger...
"Yanxi, in case Grandpa He..." A Heng couldn't help but think, although Grandpa He is usually sturdy, but at the age of exhaustion, he can't tolerate the slightest...
Yanxi smiled: "This is what I want to say. A Heng, if you add a pair of chopsticks at home in the future, will you find it hard?"
A Heng was a little silly, with Yanxi's words circling in his mind, until the end, there were only two words in his mind-home.
Oh, is the place where Yanxi’s house is, and is it also Ahheng’s house? Have you come to solicit her opinion with an attitude of asking family members?
"Yanxi, who am I, who am I..." she asked him, her eyes blushing in her intermittent voice.
This sentence was not funny at all. She could no longer smile lonely as she looked at her mother and Er Er, but was so nervous that she had nowhere to put her hands and feet.
Yanxi sighed, stretched out her hands, and hugged tightly.
"Who are you? Let me think about it, Yun Heng who can't go back to the past, Wen Heng who can't go to the future, only Yanxi's Aheng is left beside him. I don't know when he will go crazy and abandon all Yanxi's relatives. , Which one do you choose?"
A Heng, when I stopped calling you Wen Heng a long time ago, and just said you A Heng, which one would you choose?
Aheng, when I deliberately called your daughter and kept talking about our Aheng, which one did you choose?
I always compare, which one is better? Which one makes you feel that you are no longer an adult who can bear all? Which one makes you feel like a kid who can shame? Which one can make my Aheng happier?
I often feel that I am too narrow-minded and too cynical, and that the world treats me too unfairly. However, you suppressed my hatred, always, so hard. I'm thinking, besides repaying the affection you most lack, what better way...