Dou Hanshan finally knew that she had fallen deeply in love with the deceased Huailing. Every time she saw him, Hanshan would always feel inexplicably sad.
Leaving was the cruelest decision to ruin Huailing. Huailing had never admitted that Dou Hanshan was his bride, and his heart could not be separated from the ecstasy of being together with Hanshan. Huai Xiu's heart was extremely empty. He loved the feeling of dry wood and burning fire. "Huai Ling has never had any feelings for me other than ecstasy." Dou Hanshan once thought. It is a sin to be in ecstasy to the extreme. He uses Hanshan as a medicine to maintain his sanity. If he loses it, he will become crazy. "Hanshan, will you always give it to me?" She remembered that Huai Ling had said such an incredible thing before, and she wanted to see through how tired he was. Dou Hanshan was unable to express in words the death of Huai Ling, and her feelings were buried by God. "Huai Xiu, let your ashes and dust merge into one." Dou Hanshan did not return to the theater. She was already an empty shell without ideas. On that cloudy and rainy night, Han Shan thought of the drunken and dreamy expression of the pregnant actress, and her heart was filled with mixed feelings. Not only was he the emperor's male favorite, but he was also tortured by other men in the theater.
Dou Hanshan doesn't know where he should go from now on. After all, the theater cannot escape the common fate of the actors.
He is Huai Xiu, a down-and-out actor in the late Ming Dynasty. Dong Linguan, the former master of the Grand Theater here, adopted him. From then on, the scars on his body were added one after another, the whip fell on him, and his heart was bleeding, because no one could understand him. Heart……
Lin Zhu, the son of the former palace master, was very kind to him. Whenever he was beaten with bruises all over his body, Zhu'er would bandage his wounds silently and ask him if it hurt. He shed tears because of Huai Xiu. There was nothing he could do. Things never stay the same...
Lin Zhu made Huai Xiu despair. He is a frivolous man. That night, from the moment he came out of an actor's room drunk and disheveled, the actress no longer wanted to say a few words to him. His heart was cold and he cried alone outside. All night long, he thought that no one in this world would treat him well.
If you don't sing well, you will be beaten. Every time you are beaten, your heart will feel as sad as a knife. He thinks that the warmth and warmth of people in this world are just like this. Huailing people have no relatives, their parents died early, and their bodies are extremely weak. He always coughed in winter and was unable to sleep at night. He knew that he would not live long in this world, and he was unwilling to leave with regrets. There is a saying since ancient times: The world is as short as a spring dream, and human feelings are as thin as autumn clouds. Whenever Huai Xiu remembers these things sentimentally, he will inevitably feel great sadness. He believed in Lin Zhu, but he made the young Xiu'er extremely sad. It was not because he relied on Mr. Zhu, but he was the person Hui Xiu trusted the most. From then on, Huai Ling became estranged from him. Was Lin Zhu indifferent to him and surprised? He would not have this feeling that Hua Ling would not think of. In this huge theater, Huai Xiu had no friends when he was young. Whenever he sang on the stage, he would cry silently. Sometimes he would recite poems in loneliness: "As soon as Hou Men fell into the deep sea, from now on Xiao Lang is a passerby..." He is not a woman, but he has a heart that is more fragile than a woman. Huai Ling was waiting for his "Xiao Lang", but he couldn't wait for him no matter what. Entering this grand theater, Huai Ling sank deeply into the vast sea. He was swallowed up, swallowed up by ruthless fate...
Why would a Huailing person never want to be successful? Once he gets out of this pit of fire, there is no way out. At midnight, he was beaten by the master of the front hall until he vomited blood. He whipped Huai Ling hard on the body and dragged him to the courtyard to face the wall, making him cry in pain all night long. After crying, you still have to sing. In addition to singing, those in this line of work have to recite poems every day. Because the former master of the hall likes to listen to poetry, Huai Ling sang to him: "Hate is not as good as the tide and faith. When I miss you, I feel that the sea is not deep." Huai Xiu is the most affectionate singer here. It's not that he has a man he admires. , he never thought about having any admiration. What Lin Zhu loved most was that every time Huaixiu sang for him alone, he would sit in front of Huaixiu and listen quietly. However, these are all illusions and no longer exist.
In Huai Xiu's heart, it is still that heart that will never be broken. There was an old man with a hunchback in the theater. Everyone here said he was crazy. The young Huai Ling people regarded him as his grandfather. He walked up to his grandfather with blood all over his body and stood there like a dead body. The old man glanced at Huaixiu, sighed, and limped to get some medicine from the house to bandage his wound. Seeing grandpa's old hands, the young and ignorant Huai Ling felt a sore nose. After I left, I couldn't bear it any longer and burst into tears. Everyone here calls him the old madman, and the people in Huailing call him grandpa. He has never thought that grandpa is a madman. He will always be the kind old grandpa who makes the Huailing people feel sad. "Xiu'er, I'm so happy to see how well you are doing. You and brother Lin need to support you well, it's not easy for anyone." He nodded with his wrinkled old face. Huailing suddenly felt mixed feelings in his heart.
On a stormy night, there was only dull thunder and dull rain. The doors and windows of each theater were closed, and no one was cleaning the courtyards. In the middle of the night, Huailing was awakened by the thunder. He got up and lit a wax lamp. He opened the umbrella and pushed the door open but before he could go out, he saw Lin Zhu rushing into his room as if in fright. His clothes were already wet. through. The moonlight shone weakly, and the heart of Huai Ling couldn't help but feel nowhere to rest. Assistant Lin told him that he had been beaten by the abominable Dong Linguan, the master of the front hall, and exposed the wound for Xiu'er to see. Perhaps because of his handsome appearance, Lin Zhu couldn't help but lean on Huai Lingren's back. He could only hear Mr. Lin's cry. "Good Xiu'er, my brother has pity on you. You are all suffering, so you have to be strong." Assistant Lin looked at him with pity and disappointment. Only then did he realize what a good person Mr. Lin was. "Xiuer, there are some things you will understand when you grow up, don't complain..." He swallowed the words again and shook his head. Huai Xiu also cried. He took Lin Zhu's hand and walked to the bedside, wiping his tears with his sleeve.
When Huai Ling woke up, his hands were tied. Several thick men whipped him violently with whips dipped in salt water. Several more men picked up Lin Zhu with one hand and violently beat him. It fell to the ground. Huai Xiu fainted at some point, and it was here that he recalled the sad events from fourteen years ago...
