12dz Chapter 172: Harunobu in the Snow
Chapter 172: Harunobu in the Snow
The music gradually faded.
When all the audience thought the show was about to end, suddenly, "Li Qingzhao" came up with a brush from somewhere.
A folding screen mounted with rice paper slowly rose from the mist.
"Li Qingzhao" wrote a poem "Wulingchun" in a heroic manner and it was written on the screen.
"The wind has died down, the dust has settled, and the flowers have faded. ... I am afraid that the small boat in the two streams cannot carry my sorrow."
(From Li Qingzhao's late-life poem "Wulingchun")
After finishing her stroke, "Li Qingzhao" smiled with relief and turned to walk "out the door".
The audience seemed to be frozen in time, still immersed in the dance drama and unable to extricate themselves for a long time.
Wanran: As a fan of Li Qingzhao, I cried after watching this.
Helpless: It's not a pen substitute?! Has Jiang Zhiyu's calligraphy reached such a shocking level? It's as graceful as a startled dragon, and the force penetrates the back of the paper. Without ten years of practice, how can one write like this?!
Ah Shen: Have you forgotten? Jiang Zhiyu is the last disciple of Mr. Yan Zhengwei, the president of the National Calligraphy Association!
In the dream: If I don’t win the prize, I will eat my winter vacation homework. [Indifferent]
……
After the curtain call, Jiang Zhiyu and her team members went backstage to remove their makeup.
On Weibo, the pure stage performance of "Li Qingzhao" has already spread all over the Internet.
The gingerbread fans seemed to be so happy as if they had celebrated the New Year in advance, and they recommended their idols to everyone they met.
The corners of his mouth seemed harder to suppress than an AK47.
For them, it no longer matters whether the National Theatre where Jiang Zhiyu works wins an award.
Such an important stage has already announced the value of their idols to the world.
Why bother with the haters?
Below the stage, He Jing, the director of Zhengcheng Drama Theater, looked quietly at the director of "Li Qingzhao".
"Junior sister, what's wrong? You look like you're a little dissatisfied." Zhao Meng, the director of the National Theatre, leaned against the door frame and smiled mischievously.
"I am convinced. How dare I not be convinced?" He Jing smiled and sighed, "Brother, where on earth did you find such a great treasure? How could she be willing to go to the National Theatre to accompany you to practice Li Qingzhao every day for ten years when she earns so much in the domestic entertainment industry? With this little time, holding a few concerts would be better than anything else."
"Want to know?" Zhao Meng smiled evilly, "Come, come closer, I'll tell you!"
"Tsk, you're so unruly again! Forget it!" He Jing rolled her eyes silently, "At most, it's just a way of promoting patriotism!"
"Tsk, that's so boring!" Zhao Meng sneered, "I, your senior brother, rely on charm, personal charm, do you understand?"
"You?" He Jing laughed out loud, "You still have that kind of thing?"
……
As the two were laughing and joking, it was time for the judges to announce the list of this year's Lotus Gold Award winners.
"Next, I announce that the winner of this year's Lotus Award is——"
"China National Theatre - Li Qingzhao!"
"Hey, Junior Sister, thank you for letting me!" Zhao Meng straightened his collar with a smile, "I, your senior brother, will go up on stage to receive the award!"
"You deserve it!" He Jing smiled and stretched out his fist, pretending to hit someone.
Although she appeared dissatisfied, deep down in her heart she still approved of the overall arrangement of this year's "Li Qingzhao".
Whether in cultural output or in music and art, it has high value.
With the right time, place and people, it is no surprise that he won the award.
As for her own team, they can only fight again next year!
……
There was a lot of joy in the comment section.
Some congratulated Jiang Zhiyu on winning the award, some wanted her to open a 21-day crash course in calligraphy to recruit disciples, and some even asked her if she wanted to endorse a guqin brand.
Wei Yizi lit a cigarette and looked with interest at the screen where Jiang Zhiyu was accepting the award in a dignified manner.
Such a brilliant and talented person has appeared in China's domestic entertainment industry, which has raised the ceiling by more than one level.
Xu Meng's vision is indeed good.
It’s a pity that Jiang Zhiyu set up his own company, so he could not get a share of the sweet soup no matter what.
……
*
As the Chinese New Year approaches, Qu Qingli and Shen Tinghe have already flown to their hometowns.
However, Jiang Zhiyu still stayed in the capital and had no plans to leave.
Because the premiere of "The King's Aspirations" was held on the first day of the Lunar New Year, she could only go to Huai'an County to see Mr. and Mrs. Jiang after the second or third day of the Lunar New Year.
Fortunately, Sun Ning had no plans to take a vacation and continued to take care of Jiang Zhiyu's daily life.
……
That day, Jiang Zhiyu was looking at the textbook of his professional course.
Suddenly, the group chat started vibrating.
"Gathering place for beautiful girls"
Su Daiqing: @Tina @姜知予 @韩舒宜 Sisters, there is a hot spring seafood feast at my house the day after tomorrow, will you come, will you come?
Han Shuyi: Hey, are there any Alaskan king crabs? If not, I won’t go!
Tina：Okay.
Su Daiqing: Enough, enough! And gooseneck barnacles! They are all shipped by air!
Su Daiqing: @Jiang Zhiyu Jiang Jiang, are you coming too? The day after tomorrow is the 26th day of the twelfth lunar month, you don’t still have work, do you?
Han Shuyi: @姜知予 Jiang Jiang, come on, it’s time to combine work and rest!
Jiang Zhiyu's eyes narrowed slightly, and a ray of sunlight shone in through the gauze window.
It's the twenty-sixth day of the twelfth lunar month, and there seems to be no work.
So she nodded slightly and typed the word "OK" in the WeChat chat box.
But, it's only three days.
The elders of the Su family should all be here. What gifts should I prepare?
She stood up and moved her eyes to the pot of roses on the windowsill.
……
*
Soon, the day for the dinner with Su Daiqing arrived.
As soon as she went out, she saw Su Hemian's car parked silently at the door.
But Xiao Chen, who was supposed to pick her up, was nowhere to be seen.
"I heard from Dai Qing that you are coming home for dinner today." Su Hemian coughed lightly and tightened his tie. "It's just right. I want to go home too."
"Well, thank you." Jiang Zhiyu nodded politely, followed the door that Su Hemian had already opened, and sat in the back seat of the car.
Su Hemian curled his lips slightly, helped Jiang Zhiyu close the car door, and got in the car from the other side.
The driver Wang Chu didn't need any instructions and directly moved the gift box that Sun Ning brought out into the trunk of the car.
It was not until the car started that Jiang Zhiyu received the WeChat message from Xiao Chen.
Xiao Chen: Oh, Boss Jiang, I'm stuck on the bridge! There must be a car accident ahead, I'll get there as soon as possible!
Jiang Zhiyu: No, please be safe. I just borrowed someone else's car, so just come pick me up after dinner.
Xiao Chen: Oh? Great! Thank you, Boss Jiang!
“Is the air conditioning temperature appropriate?”
Seeing Jiang Zhiyu always looking down at his phone, Su Hemian couldn't help but ask.
"Ah."
Jiang Zhiyu put away his phone, glanced sideways at Su Hemian, and suddenly noticed the string of scented beads on his wrist.
Well, Harunobu in the snow.