On weekdays, Kohata Tamon, a kabuki performer, is only responsible for performing, while Kohata Himezuki serves as her husband's agent and assistant.
In addition, Ji Yuelai is naturally responsible for the driver's job, and she has to drive her husband to the performance venue.
In addition to the face, Kabuki hands are also extremely valuable, so after arriving at the theater, Ji Yue had to carry the luggage.
Before the performance officially starts, Ji Yue has to say hello to her husband's colleagues seriously and communicate with the theater management and the audience who come to watch the performance.
After everything is ready, she will sit down and watch the live performance.
In order to maintain the image of a famous family, Kohata Jiyue must always sit upright during the whole show and cannot make large and inappropriate movements at will.
For all this, Kobata Jiyue is very familiar with and used to it.
"welcome."
"Mrs. Xiaobata, you are just as dazzling today. I am looking forward to Domon's performance today."
Kobata Jiyue stood at the entrance of the theater and politely exchanged greetings with an old woman wearing a kimono who came to watch the performance.
Both sides bowed to each other.
And the moment he bent down——
"Indecent!"
Kobata Jiyue heard the old woman's voice.
She raised her head in surprise and saw that the other party was just standing with a kind and meek face.
"Disqualified!"
"She called the police, right? It's such a shame."
"I have no concern at all about the reputation of the Kobata clan, and I have no concern about the reputation of the Kobata family."
"Is this considered a famous family?"
"..."
Xiaobata Jiyue looked around again.
Those well-dressed and well-behaved guests still looked natural, but the sudden, noisy and harsh sounds kept coming from them, like a tide coming from all directions.
They're talking about "that thing"...
That happened last year.
The reason is actually very simple. Obata Tamon looks as gentle as jade, but in fact he is fond of drinking and sex, and often hangs out in various bars in Ginza.
Last year, he caused trouble due to drinking and got into a head-on fight with someone in a nightclub.
Kohata Jiyue, who was still at home at the time, learned the news and hurried to the scene and called the police.
Subsequently, the police and reporters arrived, and the scandal was published in the newspapers the next day and made public.
In response to this incident, the Obata couple bowed and apologized to the media and the public many times.
As a result, Obata Takamon stopped performing for a period of time before finally finding the opportunity to come back.
Regardless of how the public views this incident, the Kabuki industry, as well as Obata Jiyue's husband and mother-in-law, all blame Jiyue for the mistakes in this incident.
They think this woman is stupid.
How could she call the police?
If she had rushed to the scene and chosen to communicate privately to calm the situation, she would not have been involved in so many troubles in the future.
What? Can’t communicate?
That means Kohata Jiyue is not doing things well.
Stupid and incompetent.
It was precisely because of this incident that Kohata Jiyue, who had never given birth to a boy, could not hold her head high in front of her mother-in-law.
After she was burdened with the shackles of guilt such as "smearing the Obata family", she could do nothing else but apologize day after day.
That's all.
"Stupid!" "Incompetent!" "Disqualified!"
"..."
The clamor of accusations and ridicule continued.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry...stop talking, stop talking!"
Kobata Jiyue's expression became painful, and she covered her ears without regard for dignity.
The next second, these sounds finally stopped and solidified, and the gray mist once again filled the sight.
The three-color Kumaori puffed out smoke and slowly appeared.
It spoke again: "You regard it as your responsibility to protect the face of your husband's family, because you are a model wife in the eyes of others, and you are a side chapter of your husband's family."
The mist solidified into a strange mirror.
Kobata Jiyue raised her head stiffly, and she saw complex rough lines outlined on her face.
Red, blue, brown.
Paradoxical, mysterious, and mysterious.
The three-colored Kumaori has covered her face...
…
Even though his vision was still filled with gray mist, it looked like an illusive scene, but Obata Jiyue suddenly heard a loud roar from the stage musician.
"Eh~~~~yo~~~~~"
This shout is probably similar to a storyteller’s gavel, used to attract the audience’s attention and tell everyone——
The show is about to begin.
Yes, the show is about to begin.
Obata Jiyue could still see the inexplicable mist, but at the same time, the theater stage and audience seats also appeared in front of her.
It protrudes slightly from the middle of the stage, and the lights above illuminate the foggy stage.
The audience in the audience wore formal kimonos and sat dignifiedly on their seats. Among them were gray-haired old men and women, as well as young men and women.
The mist that squirmed like mosquitoes covered their faces, making everyone's faces blurred, but they didn't seem to care about it. They just drank drinks and watched the actors perform on stage.
Messy drumbeats sounded.
Her husband, Tamon Kobata, appeared on the stage and performed a dance with overlapping emphasis and changing flows to the accompaniment of music.
The lights flew across the stage like shooting stars and bloomed like fireworks.
The kabuki actors on stage continued to dance according to strict rhythm and rhythm along with the lyrics and drum beats. Their dances were agile and powerful, like birds circling and fish swaying.
Her empty eyes reflected the dazzling brilliance and powder on the stage, as if she had forgotten the unreasonable foggy environment around her, she was unusually quiet, just sitting decently.
"Kabuki..."
To be honest, Obata Jiyue doesn't like kabuki performances.
In fact, every time she watches a performance, it is torture for her.
Perhaps because she has been forced to learn related boring knowledge since she was a child, she can even be said to be disgusted with this art.
Because she has studied it, she knows everything about Kabuki culture.
She can appreciate it. She will see how her husband's turning movement on the stage perfectly interprets power and beauty. She also knows how delicate and vivid the next expression will be. She knows that her husband is showing off his full strength on the stage.
Every inch of skin, every muscle and bone.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Yes, she knows everything.
But she just doesn't like it.
Just like cilantro, some people love it and some people hate it.
This kind of likes and dislikes has nothing to do with right or wrong.
However, Obata Jiyue's father is a Kabuki, and her husband is a Kabuki. If she has a son in the future, her son will still be a Kabuki.
To be continued...