So a burly aunt came down from the side of the stage and walked directly to the front of Wan Changsheng through two or three rows: "Young man, what did you do to affect my on-site order?"

Wan Changsheng seemed to have never heard of it at least a few more strokes. The students around him wanted to speak to the aunt in front of him, but looking at the other person's outfit, he knew that he was not an ordinary person, so he was smart and didn't speak.

Fortunately, the aunt did not roar and shouted again. Wan Changsheng was finally awakened from his art world. He looked at him blankly and found that there were so many people around him. He hurriedly bowed to the surroundings first: "I finished drawing, I finished drawing, I'm sorry..."

The book he held in his palm was also seen by the aunt. A girl in front of him explained gently: "It's a painter. Our companion is a very excellent young painter. We were painting things on the stage just now. We were all very curious and liked to see him draw things. We didn't expect it to interfere with the order."

Several girls were talking and talking quickly to help plead with each other, feeling as if Wan Changsheng was about to be driven out.

The aunt was wearing a bright green dress that was not consistent with her age, wearing glasses and white hair, and she looked tall and tall. She smiled and stretched out her hand: "What are you drawing, show me what you are doing. I think I have the right to charge you for the copyright of the creation. If you don't draw well..."

In fact, anyone could hear her joking because everyone was already spreading out, and many viewers who went out to the bathroom were coming back, and the aunt was about to leave, but just said this casually.

Wan Changsheng believed it and quickly handed over the book: "It's just a little bit of feeling, just draw it casually."

The beautiful girl from Xijiang also helped me pass it on, so the aunt took it over and then quietly stopped there.

The students around were very quiet and their faces were very proud!

It seems that what Wan Changsheng painted should have such a reaction, because this aunt is obviously thinking about it.

At least one or two minutes, a group of spectators were crowded with each other. When she was curious about looking at what was happening, the aunt looked up and quickly looked around, and realized something was wrong: "Come with me..."

Just because she took her own book and turned around and left, Wan Changsheng must have to keep up.

He really thought that he had touched some copyright, and the girls were more excited than him: "Good thing! It must be that the good thing was attracted by this aunt!"

The boy was also happy: "Hurry up, hurry up, the second half is about to start, keep up!"

He also kept helping Wan Changsheng open up the road.

Everyone is proud of immortality.

This may be the reason why excellent people feel very comfortable getting along with each other, there are not so many negative and dirty things.

Wan Changsheng was still a little nervous, and the staff in charge were all relieved and patted him on the shoulder: "Go and come back early, pay attention to promoting the temperament of our outstanding student cadres. Otherwise, we should accompany us alone?"

As a result, as soon as he walked into the audience channel, the aunt grabbed Wan Changsheng's hand with one hand and walked to the backstage as quickly as holding her own child. She asked anxiously: "What do you think? You haven't played this plot yet? Have you seen it before? We are the first performance of the re-arrangement drama!"

Wan Changsheng was even more nervous: "No, no, I have never seen it before. I think that from the perspective of emotions and atmosphere, it should be like this. Those who promote the May Fourth Cultural Movement are all great. They are all doing their best for this country. Even if they may not necessarily go to the same correct path later, they were all great at that moment, so I thought that if I wanted to draw a mural, it would be like this..."

The aunt was going against the crowded abortion. Because of the difficulty of being a big man, Wan Changsheng even helped her, but that's it. The aunt quickly looked back at Wan Changsheng, only the artist's enthusiasm in her eyes: "I thought of this scene, but I can't express it! That's what it means! That's what it means!"

She couldn't help but say it twice in a row!

He had already pulled Wan Changsheng into the side door on the side of the stage, so the staff here naturally would not stop her. The leading official who was two steps slower seemed to be a researcher, but was blocked.

Some researcher from the Pingjing ministries may be like an imperial envoy in other places, but in the National Grand Theater, they are not allowed to go to the door and keep the official business at the door and are not allowed to disturb them.

Wan Changsheng had been dragged to a messy backstage, and he was a little distracted. It turned out that the stage that seemed so varied, was so messy behind him?

Especially the contrast of the stage is clean and empty, and the angles around it are not visible to all the audiences. They are filled with all kinds of things in an orderly manner, with cables, light stands, switches, props everywhere, and actors, lighting artists, and makeup artists...

And the director who pulled him.

Everyone saw the aunt with a respectful attitude: "Sister Xi! Who is this?"

"Ma Xi, is it an extra?"

"Director Xi, here..."

Aunt Xi turned a deaf ear and directly pulled Wan Changsheng to the side of the stage, raised the small book and anxiously looked at the props: "Can you change it?! Change it now!"

There must have been many actors wearing Republic of China costumes around them immediately. Although they were holding thermos, telescopes, station books, etc., they looked very time-traveling, but their expressions were very serious, and then they were all stunned: "What? What else have you changed at this time?"

He was taller and had a longer neck, and had already come close to observe the small sketchbook, and then he was amazed: "Oh, yes, this guy was drawn by Xiu'er, come and take a look. With just a few strokes, this person is definitely you, and Dalin, is this you?"

The director was roaring: "When you should do what you should do! How many minutes will the show start?!"

Several middle-aged actors who play middle-aged and elderly cultural people are not so afraid of the director: "Boss, you know how many minutes there are to start the show. This is... a scene change. Even if it can solve the problem of props, the movement, the lines, and the lighting, you have to make a series of adjustments. Do you really plan to go up and play an improvisation without rehearsal?"

"This is not a small scene where we entertain ourselves. Every line has been reviewed. Don't act impulsively at this time?!"

The aunt took a deep breath. Wan Changsheng felt that her super thick chest cavity could be a child. He was disappointed: "Perfection, what we pursue is the perfection of this work. I always felt that there was still a tone that didn't burst out. Now I have this opportunity, but..."

The group of people around me felt like they were rushing up and dragging the aunt away, begging: "Tomorrow! Give us a way out. Even if we stay up all night tonight, we will change this detail, but don't change it today, we will all go crazy!"

There were also two beauties in the Republic of China who were wearing heavy makeup and were not decently exaggerated. They dragged Wan Changsheng away together. They felt that as long as the two old and young were separated, they would not get nervous. They even begged: "Let us go! Brother, you jumped out of a crack in the stone? It would be better to jump out later!"

Wan Changsheng was confused throughout the whole process and dared not say anything, but his inner drama was extremely rich because he suddenly wanted to create something again.

Looking at such a glamorous image of an actor under the stage, when you change the angle and sit in the backstage, it is a different feeling. It is not simply a so-called one minute on the stage or ten years of hard work off the stage, but a strong contrast.

Especially when the stage curtain finally opened, the feeling of all the lights facing the stage, under the backlight, the entire audience was pitch black and faintly shadowed. The artist's sensitivity actually made Wan Changsheng think of Du Wen. She seemed to have said that she was a little lonely in her professional performance, and Wan Changsheng experienced it.

Standing on the stage, hearing the music sounded, and the applause was heard below. Where can ordinary people have the opportunity to experience this feeling?

So sitting in a corner where no one noticed, Wan Changsheng touched everywhere, and finally picked up a copy paper with footprints, pinched it flattened it, took out a pen that was not stolen, and began to outline his feelings about this stage picture on it.

But I didn't notice that the aunt was shaking and staggering over in disappointment. She originally wanted to sit on the same prop box, but she looked down at Wan Changsheng's new work.

Excuse me.

The era of great beauty

The era of great beauty
Chapter completed!