Chapter 108: First meeting

Looking up to heaven.

On a rainy day on Saturday, walk with you with an umbrella through the streets one after another, never ending.

Your palms are as warm as flames. We don’t look at each other, and we don’t look at each other. Your long hair is spread on my shoulders, with the fragrance of osmanthus. Your breath is on the side of my neck, emitting the sweet fragrance of honey.

You said the sound of raindrops is very good.

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Yuanshan rushed into the ramen shop on the roadside from the heavy rain. He placed the bag used to block the rain next to his seat, then asked the boss for a bottle of sake and a large bowl of ramen. He didn't eat for noon and had no work, which made his stomach twitch. He was not sure that this was because of his stomach problems or because of his mental anxiety, and his internal organs were twitching, or they were twitching. This symptom only happened when he stayed up late before, but now, he has regarded this as a normal state of life. Yuanshan found a bottle of stomach medicine from the bag, poured out a tablet from it, and swallowed it with sake.

The light wine was still wine, which made his stomach feel a little more comfortable. He couldn't drink too much. He thought there was another one to try in the afternoon. He found the job advertisement cut from the newspaper from his bag and confirmed the address of the troupe again.

It is the spring of 1965. After World War II, Japan has just recovered from its post-war reconstruction. After a long period of hard life, the streets have become lively again. The economy has begun to recover, and all kinds of fashionable and fresh things have begun to appear. Entertainment activities, including dramas transmitted from the West, quickly entered the public's vision after localization.

Yuanshan was taking apart the chopsticks, and the curtain behind him was lifted up. A man with the wind and rain outside walked in and sat next to the mountain.

"Best wine." The man stretched out his hands and folded them on the stage. His accent was a little strange. Yuanshan glanced at him and found that the man had a strange temperament, like a person walking down from the stage. His hands were white and slender, his nails were clean and tidy, just like he had never done a job, his wrists were thin, but he felt very powerful. Looking up, the man was wearing a straight black uniform, a black navy cap on his head, and his rare long hair drooped from the side, covering part of his cheeks. He was such a beautiful man, Yuanshan thought, and then turned back his eyes and focused on dealing with the ramen in front of him.

The man next door brought the wine, which was sweet potato, which was considered a strong wine. The other party did not use a cup to mix some water like the usual Japanese, but directly poured the bottle into his mouth.

"Wine is still good in my hometown, do you think?"

It took more than ten seconds before the far mountain was sure that the other party was talking to him. He didn't know what to say, so he had to nod.

It seemed that he didn't care about the reaction of Yuanshan at all. This strange handsome man just started telling himself, as if he came here just to tell his own story to Yuanshan. He was really like a person walking down from the stage, Yuanshan thought.

"When I was a child, my mother often soaked wine by myself with the wine I bought on the street. She soaked a large jar of bayberry every year. When we were eating, we sometimes scoop a bowl of wine to drink. The wine that had soaked bayberry became much warmer, and even children could drink it. One day I wanted to drink, but my mother didn't let me drink it, so I cried and made a fuss. In the end, she couldn't persuade me and had to pour me a small cup. Then my sister also clamored to drink. She always wanted to share half of everything. Of course, I would always share it with her. My mother said that boys could drink, but girls couldn't drink it, so she kept staring at me. When my mother turned around, she snatched it and ended up choking..."

The man's voice was very magnetic. Although it was a child's trivial matter when he was a child, Yuanshan was a little fascinated. He put the chopsticks on the noodle bowl, then poured himself a glass of sake, and poured them all into his mouth. It was indeed not as good as the wine from his hometown... Yuanshan felt a little bitter. What was he going to a big city for? Obviously, his hometown is more suitable for him, just to make a name for himself? Look at what he looks like now. He is twenty-three years old, and has graduated from high school for more than five years. He was dismissed not long ago and looked for a job everywhere, just to make money, and only to find a decent job in one place, such as working as a sound effects teacher in a theater... It's getting farther and farther away from his ideals, and he can only survive by relying on the money sent from his hometown... It's really disgusting, like a shameless parasite.

"Sir, there is a saying in our hometown that meeting means being destined to be together. Let me invite you to have a drink."

When the man next door pushed the bottle over, Yuanshan hesitated for half a second, but he did not refuse.

An hour later, Yuanshan walked out of the ramen restaurant and called his mother in his hometown. He cried with the microphone. He decided to go back to his hometown to inherit the family business immediately. Because he was too excited and alcohol, he did not notice that the recruitment advertisement in his bag that he did not take the chance in the end disappeared.

At this moment, Su Jing sat in the ramen restaurant, ordered a plate of yam soup for snacks, and then pulled out the job advertisement from his sleeve.

[Hold experienced staff who are familiar with audio equipment and competent for sound effects production. Salary negotiable. Contact: Feixiang Opera Troupe·General Director·Yuo Shigemori]

"This is good to you, Mr. Yuanshanbo." Su Jing used a bamboo stick to put a piece of yam soup into his mouth.

In the afternoon, Su Jing came to the venue rented by Feixiang Theater, which has now been renamed the Feixiang Grand Theater.

The drama service that received him was a middle-aged capable lady. After he showed the advertisement, he was immediately arranged to a small reception room. The drama service reminded him kindly and appropriately that director Mr. Shigemori was rehearsing, please wait here.

After the lady made a cup of tea for him and left the reception room, Su Jing stood up and opened the door of the reception room gently. He listened slightly to the sound in the corridor, and then walked towards the place where the voices were loudest.

The theater in the 1960s also had some old-time atmosphere. Su Jing stroked his fingers through the posters on the wall. Impressionist oil paintings depicted a pale long-haired girl wrapped in black clothes. There were no words on it, only the logo of the Feixiang Opera Group was printed underneath.

There is the performance hall in front of it. Su Jing guessed that he was standing outside the entrance of the audience. He gently pushed open the door of the theater hall, and then he saw a stage and the men and women on the stage.

Because it is not the time for performance, the people in the troupe are busy rehearsing. Su Jing's eyes swept through one person after another on the stage. Under the reflection of the light, these young people - about twenty years old, each of them is full of youthful vitality. A man wearing a hat, holding a trumpet in his hand, sat in the first row of the audience, watching the people on the stage rehearsal with concentration.

Standing at the center of the stage was a little short man, who was imitating speeches that were probably political celebrities with exaggerated expressions. His expression was extremely comedic, just like a person who was born to perform a drama. Standing beside him was a young man with a baby face. He didn't say a word, but just made exaggerated body language movements in conjunction with the small man's imitation show. The two of them were exaggerated and serious, and the other spoke nonsense. The comedy effect caused by putting them together could be doubled. It can be seen that the people who seemed to be directors below were also very satisfied.

Su Jing's eyes continued to sweep over, and a group of young actors sat around him. His eyes stopped at one of them. He was a young woman about eighteen or nineteen years old, with long black hair, beautiful facial features, and a very gentle feeling. Compared to her companions, she felt a little out of place. It was not that her appearance was too stunning, but that she had a gentle temperament, which was a bit out of place with others. After all, most of the people here were young and active teenagers, while her performance was a bit too calm.

At this time, the topic of the people on the stage seemed to be just shifting to the woman. The actors started to clamor, mixed with whistles and cheers, and then everyone clapped rhythmically.

Amid the enthusiastic press from everyone, the young woman sitting on the ground stood up embarrassedly and stood in the center of the stage. The director sitting in front raised the horn and said with a smile:
Chapter completed!