The two actors walked off the stage and made some adjustments.
The aunts ate at the seats and discussed the plot.
"Mr. Kataoka's female character is so handsome and makes people's hearts flutter."
"Yingji is so pitiful. This man sold her to a brothel, but she has no regrets."
"Yes, Sakuraji is a princess, and she was treated like that."
"It seems like she still loves that man, even though she says she hates him on the surface."
There was a group of children nearby who were competing to see who could eat their seaweed rolls the fastest.
Then there was a sound of 'click, click, click'.
The aroma of watermelon, natto, cucumber, rice balls, and barley tea mixed together floats in the air.
Yuxian shouted, "I'm hungry, I'm hungry."
Miyamoto Yukiko went to buy him octopus balls, seaweed rolls, and boxed coffee.
When I came back, the feather string on the seat had disappeared.
Her face suddenly turned pale, and she pulled the women who were eating next to her: "Where is my child?"
"Ah, you said that beautiful child was taken away by the staff!"
"Yes, I went behind the scenes."
Someone pointed to the curtain behind the flower arrangement.
Behind the stage, Mr. Kataoka Takao was shaking hands with Hanazuruo and asking for his autograph.
This was the first time Yu Xian had met such a middle-aged fan, so he signed his autograph and held his frosted hand.
"I didn't expect to see you here." Standing aside, Tozaburo Sakadama, dressed as Princess Sakurahime, said softly, holding his throat.
"It's my turn." After he said that, he walked to Yu Xian's side.
He put his arm around Yuxian Zhisheng's shoulders, and Yuxian Zhisheng made a "yeah" gesture, and the photo lights lit up.
"It would be great if I could see you again when I return to Tokyo." Tozaburo said sadly.
"Are you still going to perform?" Yu Xian asked innocently.
"Yes, there are still more than thirty concerts to be held before the year. When is your concert planned to be held? I will definitely go to support it then." Tozaburo said with his thin lips.
"I don't know about this either," Yu Xian said naively.
"It would be great if you could also play kabuki." Mr. Kataoka said with a smile, "There are almost no people in kabuki anymore. They are all old people like us."
It is said that Kami Erei has revealed her identity as a girl to the media, and Mr. Hanajiro Hanakage, the top figure in the kabuki industry, was so angry with her that he went to the hospital that day.
The ancient art of Kabuki will soon be lost.
From now on, these women may have to watch TV at home during the Chinese New Year, which is unfortunate when you think about it.
These masters embarked on a nationwide tour not only to expand the influence of this ancient art, but also to collect a few good seedlings in the countryside.
Miyamoto Yukiko opened the curtain and the staff stopped her.
Yuzuru waved to the two actors, and the two actors bowed to the junior. Their status did not require bowing at all. Did it mean to beg? No matter which sect he joined, whether it was Zuemon, right
Whether it's Emon or not, it's a huge good thing for the Kabukicho community.
In Japan, Mei Lanfang, a Chinese Peking Opera performer, is also a favorite of women and can even be said to be a god.
Yu Xian didn't know kabuki as a child. But in his previous life, when he was a child, he learned Peking Opera.
Chinese classical drama and Japanese classical drama are inextricably linked and very similar.
If he wants to learn kabuki, he should be able to pick it up quickly.
There are quite a lot of dramatic elements in the Dahe drama "The Battle of the Son". When he is going to Tokyo in two days to try out the scene at the filming base, he will see if he can show it off and show off his skills.
After all, it is necessary to become a leading actor.
Seeing Miyamoto Yukiko coming to find him, Yu Xian fled back quickly.
When he returned, he had something else in his hand - a special meal for a kabuki actor.
He specially asked for this from Mr. Kataoka, and Mr. Kataoka happily gave it to him.
Sitting back, he opened the wooden lunch box ostentatiously and showed the contents to Miyamoto Yukiko.
There is baked macaroni inside, and a white sauce made of chicken legs and mushrooms is sprinkled on top. Next to it are fried dumplings and fried pork chops without garlic.
There are fruits on the bottom layer, including avocado, apple, and watermelon cubes.
There is also a small bottle of sake.
Many kabuki actors believe that drinking sake before going on stage will help their performance.
Yuxuan gave the meal to Yukiko Miyamoto and let her eat it.
He had an expression on his face that said, "I'm awesome, please praise me."
Miyamoto Yukiko had never eaten this thing before, so she ate it all out of curiosity and drank some sake.
Yu Xian was still leaning on her arms, chewing on seaweed rolls, and resting his head on her breast.
After drinking, Xuezi was in a high mood, no longer gentle and elegant, but cheerful.
Her drinking capacity is very low, she is.
For some reason, he felt that after drinking, Xuezi's chest felt soft, like melted snow. The sky was covered with snow.
He must be relaxed.
The play ended, the rain stopped, and the moon came out.
The rich people went back in three-wheeled sports cars, but most people walked.
Miyamoto Yukiko bought the actor’s sticker at the door and put it on her bag. It was very beautiful.
When she was buying stickers, Yuzuru picked up a thousand yen bill.
Whose banknote will it be?
Looking around, there are all people, and they are all scattered.
Miyamoto Yukiko was going to take him and send the money to the police station.
According to Japan's Lost Property Law, if the owner does not come to claim it after six months, the 1,000 yen will belong to Yuzuru.
Of course, neither of them would have such a purpose.
Yuxian picked up the banknote, sniffed it under his nose, looked at the oil stains on the corner, and said, "Xuezi, I probably know who lost it."
Miyamoto Yukiko tilted her head in surprise, wondering if he had some magic: "Who is it?"
"This is my reasoning. If it's correct, can you kiss me?"
Miyamoto Yukiko thought about it and agreed.
Yuxian Zhisheng is a child of a god, but he is not a superpower. How does he know?
He took Yukiko Miyamoto to the theater to find the poor woman selling goods.
When I asked, it turned out to be the money she had lost.
Moreover, not only this one, but about five were lost.
The other four were probably picked up by others and not planned to be returned.
Yuxian let out a childish cry and said, "I seem to know where those four are!"
He ran out, took out four of his own banknotes from his pocket, came back, said he had picked them up where he was just now, and handed them to the woman.
The woman cried with joy and kept saying thank you.
Miyamoto Yukiko knew that it was his own banknote, and she was happy for his kindness.
But how did he figure it out?
This is what she couldn't wait to know.
"Listen to me and you will understand." Yu Xian was walking on the country road.
"That's because of the smell and oil stains on the banknotes." He said, stretching out his hand, "Xuezi, smell my hand."
Yukiko smelled his hand and found the scent of octopus balls.
That woman sells octopus balls, which is true, but based on this, it is still an exaggeration to infer that it is her.
"What if it belongs to a guest?" she asked.
"No, no, first of all, customers won't pay a large amount of money to buy octopus dumplings for one hundred yen and three. Of course, if they do, I have taken this into consideration."
"So, there is still oil stains!" Yu Xian said naively.
He took out a thousand yen bill and asked Miyamoto Yukiko to put it back in his wallet.
Miyamoto Yukiko took it, held the top of the bill, and inserted the money into her wallet.
"Give me more." Yuxian said naively.
She took out the money out of curiosity and handed it over again.
Yuxian Zhisheng held the edge of the money and took it over.
"Xuezi, look, if I were a woman selling octopus balls, when I was collecting money, my hands would hold the corners, like this."
"If you are a guest and you receive the change, you will hold the top of the money with your fingers because it is easier to put it back in your wallet."
"The oil stain is on the corner, not on the top, which means that it is more likely to accept the money. She is the only one selling octopus balls in the venue, and she needs to receive the money. Who else could she be?"
"So that's it."
"That's why she lost her money. She didn't have time to put her wallet away, so she kept it in her pocket."
On the way home, the two of them were tired.
Miyamoto Yukiko bought a cup of milk tea and drank it.
Happening to pass by a three-wheeled sports car on its way back, Miyamoto Yukiko stopped the driver and rented the car.
In the car, Miyamoto Yukiko kissed him on the cheek as a reward.
"Zhisheng, you are a kind and smart child." She said seriously.
Yu Xian was extremely happy.
Looking up, the moonlight in the sky is so beautiful.
The sky looks clear because of the cold. I wonder when it will snow?
Yuzuru took the half-drinked milk tea from Miyamoto Yukiko and put the straw into his mouth. It was very sweet.
He is a mysophobic person and will never touch anything that has been used by others.
But alone, he has no mysophobia towards Yukiko Miyamoto.
Last time, her urine was the same, and he didn't feel dirty when he was holding the urinal.
Her love is selfless.
He was in awe of this kind of love.
Everyone, you will understand after just thinking about it.
If on that day, Miyamoto Yukiko adopts another child instead of him from the orphanage.
Will she love him like a child?
The answer is yes, because Yukiko Miyamoto is such a gentle woman.
Therefore, assuming that he is ugly and has no strength, she will love herself selflessly.
This is what he can be sure of.
Her love is pure and flawless without any interest factors.
From the beginning to the end, she never asked him to help with those debts. There was an astronomical amount of money in Yuxian's bank card. She would not have known it, but she had never asked him for money.
She was just working hard in the clothing store by herself. Even if she was on vacation, she was busy reading books about clothing at home and designing her own clothes. Because she had to accompany him to the Snow Country, she couldn't participate in the store's business, so she was in the town.
Earn money by working part-time, no complaints, only happiness.
This kind of selfless love is noble.
There will never be another person in the world who gets this kind of love from her.
How lucky you are to be that person!
However, sometimes, he also wanted her to be selfish and regard him as her personal possession. He hoped that she would love him as if she loved a man and dedicate everything to herself.
But how could this road be so easy?
Yukiko is a tough, traditional woman who will not fall in love with a boy.
She is realistic because she will age earlier.
It was probably because I didn't want to delay him that I suppressed the incomprehensible emotions in my heart.
When will she be able to release her heart?
Let her have the kind of love for herself that a woman has for a man, full of lust, unable to let go, willing to give everything, and can give anything?
No matter what, Yu Xian is naive and will persevere.
He does not live for this, but he who lives for this is him.
Everyone, if you are not a person in the drama, who would really understand love?
"Children, leave me a sip of the milk tea." Yukiko Miyamoto, who was looking at the moon, came back to her senses and said.
"Ah, I've finished drinking." Yu Xian said naively.
Miyamoto Yukiko took two sips, but nothing came up. She opened the plastic cover of the milk tea and fed all the unsucked pulp underneath into his mouth.
Return home.
After taking a bath, Miyamoto Yukiko, with wet hair, went to the yard and brought the leftover fried dumplings from lunch to the chickadee. The chickadee took the fried dumplings in its mouth and flew away towards the forest.
The sky is transparent black, the wings of the birds are contrasting, and the earth is empty.
It's going to snow.
December 5th, the day before I packed my bags and returned to Tokyo.
Xuezi is sick.
So I returned to Tokyo and postponed it for two days.
Yuxuan canceled her ticket and stayed at the bedside to take care of Yukiko Miyamoto with all her heart.
"Sorry for delaying you." She said blankly, looking at the ceiling, her face haggard but beautiful.
"Work is not one ten thousandth as important as you, don't say such things." Yu Xian said naively, sitting on the edge of the bed, outside.
The sun was setting and it was raining in the sky.
The floor was covered with Yu Xian's naive mat and quilt, and they slept together in her room.
Miyamoto Yukiko was worried about passing the cold to him, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get him away.
He brought hot water, wiped Xuezi's face, and took out the thermometer from under her armpit. It returned to thirty-nine degrees. She had already taken medicine, but the temperature would not go down no matter what.
It seems that it's not just a cold, but also a fever.
It should be a viral infection. During this period, many people in the town got sick.
Yu Xian said, "I'm going to find a doctor," and stood up.
As soon as she got up from the chair, Xuezi took his hand, shook her head, huddled in the bed as if she was cold, and said in a soft voice: "Don't go, just look at me, I will get better soon."
If his sight can make her feel better, even if it takes ten thousand years, Yu Xian is willing to do so.
"I'll be back soon." Yu Xian said innocently.
Without his hand, Xuezi became drowsy and did not respond.
After hearing the sound of the door closing, a line of tears suddenly and silently flowed from the corner of her eyes. The clear teardrops slid down and diluted the red mark on her lips to a trace.
She turned over with great effort and took out the lipstick from under the pillow. This lipstick was bought in a grocery store. I heard it was a hard lipstick from Mitchell brand from the United States. This was brought to the two sisters by their uncle in the city.
The sisters didn't need lipstick, so Yuzuru bought it at the original price and gave it to Miyamoto Yukiko.
Miyamoto Yukiko has many lipsticks, each of which is more expensive than this one, but recently she likes to use this lipstick and paints her lips red every morning.
She put on the lipstick, carefully put it away, and slowly lay down on the bed.
An hour later, Yuxian arrived home with a country doctor.
"It may be pneumonia." The village doctor said, "But don't worry too much."
After saying that, he gave Xuezi an injection.
Yu Xianzhisheng stared closely at his hand and squeezed Miyamoto Yukiko's shoulder. Then, he watched the needle pierce Yukiko's white skin and the medicine was slowly injected into her body.
At night, Miyamoto Yukiko's face was red, she was sweating profusely, and she said she was hungry.
Yuxian Zhisheng cooked millet porridge and boiled three eggs for her. Miyamoto Yukiko ate them all with a slurp, then lay on the bed and burped.
I looked at the thermometer and saw that it had dropped to thirty-seven degrees.
The next day, Xuezi's illness completely recovered.
The sun was warm and shining on her cheeks. When she woke up, she found that Yu Xian was reading a basic medical book in his childish hands.
"What are you doing, Zhisheng." she asked softly.
"I'm studying medicine." Yu Xian said naively.
If it hadn't been for Xuezi's illness this time, he would never have been interested in medicine in his life.
Miyamoto Yukiko smiled and touched his head. Yu Xian narrowed his eyes and enjoyed her touch.
When he fell in love with Xuezi, he was a stingy man and a worthless fool. If Xuezi had a cold, she could see a doctor. But if there is a problem with her private parts in the future, would she also need to see a doctor?
With this purpose in mind, he prepared to turn medical skills into one of his own skills.
"No matter what you lack, I will give it to you." he said.
On December 8th, the weather was sunny and cold.
The texture of sunlight is like glass, which cannot protect you from the cold.
Putting on the sweater knitted by Xuezi himself, Yu Xian picked up his suitcase, and Hua Niao Feng Yue hugged his arm.
I'm going back to Tokyo to audition.
Yukiko Miyamoto drove them to Niigata Airport in a Nissan 240SX.
Along the way, she didn't speak.
Watching the two people walking towards the airport, she smiled and waved.
Back home, Tian Kongkui sat under the eaves, holding a doll and waiting for her.
Miyamoto Yukiko sat down next to her.
"I don't believe in gods, but I can ask gods to bless me."
"I want to watch the first snowfall with that child."
"So, when he comes back, it will be snowing."
She thought this while standing in the yard, watching the birds fly away.
Tokyo, here we come.
Yuzuru Shisheng and Hanatori Fugetsu took a special car sent by Upper East University of the Arts and rushed towards Japan's largest film and television shooting base.
In the car, he recalled in his mind the Peking Opera he had learned as a child.
Today is an important day and it should be used later. I hope they won't be too surprised.
Waiting for him there, in addition to the big names in the entertainment industry, are also the national writer Dan Shenghuazhi who is responsible for the script, and the director known as the most demanding in the industry - Mr. Chunjiang Descendants.
He is not the only idol who came to audition today.
When Yu Xian arrived at the set, she discovered that life is full of surprises.
At first glance, I saw Shen Huiling.
The girl who hadn't seen him for two months, with hair down to her shoulders and wearing a gorgeous dress while reciting her lines, opened her lips slightly when she saw him walking in. Then she turned her head away with a look of disgust on her face.
To be honest, it wouldn't be a surprise if she was the only one.
Yu Xian's childish gaze shifted to the left.
He looked at the little blond-haired lolita whom he had seen at Yingmeng Academy with a group of children who took off his clothes.
She slowly turned her little head, her eyes gradually brightened, and she smiled sweetly at him.
Yuxian Zhisheng didn't want to get entangled with these two female brats. He thought it would be over here, but he didn't expect that the person standing at the front to greet him was in for another surprise.
It was a young man, about the same age as him, with heavy bags and dark circles under his eyes. He looked like he hadn't slept well, biting his fingers and looking at him with a sinister smile.
Next to him, stood a girl carrying a sword. The sword was very thin and did not seem like a prop.
"You're finally here." He licked his tongue boredly.