【Bedtime Story】Qin Shuang

Qin Frost

Author: Shen Zhou

"I feel that she is less than she is, she is hungry and cold, I am a petite; share me with a coral treasure, and install her half-life phoenix nest..."

Today is the day when Qin Shuang, the new horned child of the Manchun Class, took the stage to perform, learning Mr. Cheng's singing voice, and his voice is gentle and humorous, if it is intermittent, it is moving. In the first half of the que, "Xue Xiangling" was willful and squeamish, with the corners of her eyebrows flying and her jade fingers adding incense rings; in the second half, she suddenly encountered natural disasters and was displaced, and she became a cry of resentment and sorrow. At the end of the play, Qin Shuang, dressed in a coarse cloth blue coat, sang with his fingers: "This is also a lesson from God, he taught me to collect residual hatred, avoid pampering, and rehabilitate, change my temperament, rest in love with the passing water, turn back from the bitter sea, and realize Lan Yin early." ”

"Good!" Deafening applause erupted from the stage, and Qin Shuang stood quietly on the stage, waiting for other actors to come to the stage one after another and bow down together.

Today's play, grinding for five years, from the eyes, footwork, body to the singing voice, he has achieved the ultimate, only to have today's Qin Shuang. Singing is not the only faith worth making a lot of efforts for Qin Shuang, but he was born in a barren year, grew up in a chaotic world, was favored by others, and was pointed out to a way to make a living, so he had to continue to work without asking about the future.

Qin Shuang was like this, and so was Qin Yu. It's just that Qin Yu is young in the end, his greed is even worse, and he has an elder brother to rely on, and he has rarely cultivated a lively and innocent nature in the chaotic world. Whenever he got out of the play, he played with himself and laughed with everyone enough before he came back to remove his makeup with Qin Shuang.

After singing out of "Suolin Bag", The two of them stepped down. Before he could stand in the background, Qin Yu trotted to call the class master: "Boss Zhao, Boss Zhao!" Miss Xue is a child today, can you sing well? He squeezed his throat and sang, half laughing again. In the end, it is a child, who loves to play and make trouble, and Zhao Ban has never bothered with him.

Zhao Ban lord made a big splash today. Since the disappearance of Ning Wanzhi, the pillar of the platform, the full spring class has been green and yellow for many years, and the back has been poked in the back for an unknown number of times. He held Qin Shuang's unissued trump card in his hand, although he was not panicked, he was inevitably angry at gossip, and today he was finally able to shame him.

It's just that after so many years, in the face of Qin Shuang, Zhao Ban's main face is not visible, and there still seems to be a drum beating in his heart. "Well... All right! Today's full spring class can be regarded as a famous pear garden, Qin Shuang, it is really worth your years of hard work! The voice just fell, but I saw Qin Yu frowning his nose and looking unhappy, and he hurriedly added: "Uh... Our Qin Yu performance is good or not. ”

After saying that, he could not bear to greet him any more, and only dropped a sentence of "I went outside to greet your grandfathers" and then hurried away, as if to flee.

Qin Shuang looked at his back and frowned slightly. Zhao Ban lord usually treats people kindly, sleek and thoughtful, so that people can hardly pick out half a mistake, only when facing himself, he is possessed by a wild ghost, kind and calm, and incoherent. Even if it was common, he wouldn't think much about it, only beckoning Qin Yu to sit down and remove his makeup in front of the mirror.

The ancient bronze mirror inlaid with several pearls is slightly scattered with light, reflecting a handsome face in the mirror, half solemn, half delicate.

Moreover, it was said that the Zhao Ban Lord went out of the door with a full heart, and bumped into the sprinkler-swept small house head-on, and crashed straight into the water-filled copper pelvis and fell to the ground, and both of them spilled water all over their bodies. Xiao Weilian bowed and apologized, and while wiping his clothes for him, he asked, "Boss Zhao, what is wrong with you today?" Fortunately, I brought clean warm water to prepare for Mr. Qin to freshen up, if it is on the side, how can you be harmed? ”

Zhao Ban master waved his hand: "Well, what else can I do, the one inside--" He pointed to the hidden door, "-- Sick again!" Oh, I bumped into it again, and I looked scared. How did he get sick just after singing now? Hey, don't rush in, slow down, go back to my room and change clothes. Xiao Wei listened to the illness, where there should be no, even said yes, helped Zhao Ban Lord hurried away.

Mr. Qin's brain was sick, something that the Full Spring Class knew. From the master of the class to the servants, almost everyone had seen Mr. Qin speaking into the air, calling "Ayu" and "brother" from time to time in his mouth. Mr. Qin is also often confused and moody, and only when practicing opera and singing is he like a normal person. Over time, others also figured out his temperament, arrogant and self-sustaining when he was "Qin Shuang", lively and naïve when he was "Qin Yu", and so on.

Mr. Qin's life was bitter. When he was seven years old, his younger brother Ayu died in the street, rumored to have been crushed to death by the Japanese troops patrolling the city, and the officer hated Ayu for blocking his way, so he came down and stabbed the corpse several times, kicking it to the side of the road to stop. Because the scene was too tragic, it caused a lot of commotion in the folk. Later, after the Wang translator interceded, and in order to appease people's hearts, the officer sent someone to send twenty silver dollars to Father Qin as compensation. Poor Mr. Qin, first witnessing the tragic death of his hands and siblings, and then watching his father nod his head and hand back ten silver yuan in compensation to the Wang translation officer, he was overjoyed to praise where there would be such a situation of making money if it were not for the big driver.

Although his father was flattering, there were still ten silver dollars left. Qin Shuang remembered his brother, hoping that his father would take out one or two pieces of ocean from it and handle a formal and decent funeral for Qin Yu. But Qin Yu's body was still wrapped in a roll of straw mat and thrown into the mass burial post on the outskirts of the city overnight. The next day, Qin Shuang was informed to look for it, and the body had been bitten by the wolf dog, leaving only the broken arm and the body, and even the re-patchwork could not be reassembled. Poor Qin Shuang's little child, lying in the pile of corpses and bones for a whole day, still could not bring back his brother.

Since then, Qin Shuang has taken Qin Yu's share and survived together. At first, Father Qin was still willing to take him to the street to find work, but after Qin Shuang's illness became more and more serious and scared away his employer several times, Father Qin left him alone at home and went out to make a living. Because he felt that he had brought a drag oil bottle, the money he earned would rather take it to listen to a few plays, or go to the casino a few times, rather than spend it on Qin Shuang. Qin Shuang would pick up his father's leftover meals every day, wear his father's tattered old clothes, and listen to a few inconspicuous words that his father often hummed, and he could also live.

When Lord Zhao Ban came to the door, Qin Shuang was sitting on the threshold of his own house with Qin Yu, and one of them hummed one by one, "That patron king laid down a four-door bottom lock gossip array, threatening to harm Qin Ye's life." He had long heard others say that the Qin family's voice was crisp and melodious, and he had a good voice, and now he really lived up to his name. When Father Qin returned, Lord Zhao Ban bid eight silver yuan and bought Qin Shuang.

Eight silver dollars, just the same age as Qin Shuang.

After this play, Qin Shuang's beautiful name has spread throughout the capital, and he has become a veritable first Qingyi. But no one knew that when Qin Shuang first entered the full spring class, he did not want to sing Qingyi.

When Lord Zhao Found Him, he sang "Qin Qiong Guan Zhen", and earlier, he also sang "Single Knife Society". Qin Shuang is willing to sing opera, but he is resentful, he wants to sing the wind and clouds, and what he wants to do is a lone hero.

He was born with only this voice, Zhao Ban said, he can only and only be suitable for singing Qingyi.

So Qin Shuang sang it like this. The calm and solemnity of these years has produced a qin frost without waves in an ancient well, and has also refined a more vivid Qin jade.

Winter is the season when everything is dormant, and even in the chaotic world, people's hearts are gradually lazy. More and more people came to the garden, Mr. Qin's name became more and more popular, and the noble rank of the guests in the Full Spring Class also rose.

Qin Shuang's condition became more and more serious. In the past, he sang Xue Xiangling, from the delicate bride to the resentful and distressed woman, and the tone of one person was between the beginning and the end; later, he began to restore the singing mode before entering the class, the first half of the que was mostly sung by Qin Yu, and the second half of the que was separated from the sad and sad singing section, and it was he who came.

Ordinary people just listen to a music, but the nuances of the tone before and after can not be heard, do not affect their vassal elegance, across the table and chair high platform to drink a cheer. A few theater friends who were obsessed with this way heard the difference, thinking that this move was the reason why Qin Shuang was neglecting to practice during this banquet, and when he listened to the play, he cried out on the spot. Qin Shuang's fans were dissatisfied, and the two sides were arguing back and forth in the hall at the moment, and even physical conflicts occurred. The tables and chairs in the hall collapsed, and there was a mess.

Suddenly, a loud roar came from the front, interrupting the chaos in the hall. At first, the crowd did not hear what was said, until a few Japanese officers stood up and reacted, which was a sentence of japanese that did not know the truth. In fact, everyone also knows that most of them are a curse word, especially the fans who have just insulted Qin Shuang, who are watching the officer led by two battles carrying a bayonet and coming with a fierce momentum.

He opened his mouth and shouted a "emperor", and before he could finish speaking, blood gushed out of his mouth instead of the remaining words, and bayonets went in and out of his body, poking out countless huge blood holes.

"Ah! Kill! Kill! The crowd in the stadium reacted and ran outside screaming, afraid that they would be caught one step too late to do the ghost under the knife. The chaos in the hall was even worse, with the running and chasing in a mess, some falling to the ground and some running out. In an instant, there were no living creatures except for the dying people lying scattered on the ground, still twitching.

The actors on the field ran back as early as the first person fell, and at this time, only Qin Shuang stood on the stage wearing a costume. In front of him was the familiar dappled blood color, a dying human body lying a few steps away from the stage, and the chest horn opened several bloody holes, gushing blood outward. The man's head turned slightly to the left, as if he had exhausted all his strength, and he looked at Qin Shuang for the last time.

Qin Shuang didn't know why he threw his final glance at the stage, perhaps for himself who didn't know how to hate the country, or maybe for something else. He opened the sleeves of his robe and examined his blood-soaked hands.

It was Qin Yu's blood. He and Qin Yu were identical twins, general appearance, but Qin Yu grew a head shorter than him, such a small body lying in his arms, it was also exactly the same blood hole, exactly the same winter.

"Ayu?" He called out, and the hall was silent, and no one answered.

"Ayu." His eyebrows drooped and he called softly again.

The noise in the street gradually dissipated, and Zhao Ban hurried to come, saw a mess, and collapsed with a scream.

"Ayu!" He jerked his head back and let out a mournful cry that was almost a wolf's howl.

For a long time, no one dared to come back to the full spring class, and Qin Shuang did not sing on stage for a long time. He also did not practice, locked himself in his room all day, did not talk to people, and rarely had contact with people. One day, he suddenly told Zhao Ban to take a vacation, saying that he wanted to go out to relax.

Qin Shuang had been very depressed in recent days, and when he said this, it was as if a layer of clouds was shrouded above his head. Zhao Ban lord has not seen him sick for a long time, and he even has a trace of pity for no reason, so maybe no one in the left and right drama teams has come, he can't open his voice and can't get on the stage, and it's good to go out for a walk.

Qin Shuang went to Deliso and returned quickly, and no one knew where he had gone. On the third day, The translator Wang came to the door and said that he would invite Mr. Qin to the singing hall to congratulate Mr. Iwai on his birthday. Zhao Ban lord was a little hesitant, he single-handedly brought Qin Shuang up, knowing his hatred for the Japanese. In addition, there was another case, how the pillar Ning Wanzhi was "missing" that year, Zhao Ban knew it, and Qin Shuang also knew it. Iwai is a fierce character, since beating him into the city, sent to his mansion to be tortured to death, not to mention Ning Wanzhi.

When Lord Zhao Ban came to look for Qin Shuang, his face was ugly and he couldn't bear it. Qin Shuang wouldn't go when he wanted to come. But if you don't go, won't you be in serious trouble?

Who expected Qin Shuang to listen, did not say anything, nor refused. He sat in front of the pearl bronze mirror, his right hand was slightly cocked, smoothly put on makeup for himself, and sang to himself: "Lema I called the xiandi, and called the xiandi to listen to the root seedlings: Say with your aunt and sister-in-law, just say that the foolish brother has done it, and the next life will burn the incense with you." ”

In the empty room, only Qin Shuang's vibrating voice echoed, and the eardrums of Zhao Ban's main eardrum vibrated, and he could not return to his senses for a long time.

He concluded that Qin Shuang could only sing Qingyi and had never listened to him sing anything else.

After Qin Shuang finished singing, Fang stopped talking to Zhao Ban: "Boss Zhao, please wait outside." Rest assured, I will be there. ”

Zhao Ban lord still wanted to say something, but he ignored it and refused to talk, only concentrating on fiddling with the makeup in his hand. Annoyed, Zhao Ban lord sighed and turned to leave.

Wang's interpreter sent Qin Shuang to the Iwai Mansion and was speechless all the way. It wasn't until Qin Shuang stopped packing up that he cried out, "Mr. Qin! ”

Qin Shuang looked back at him.

"Mr. Qin." He rubbed his hands, "You see, you promised a small, today's reward..."

"And you wait." Qin Shuang nodded slightly, then turned and entered the hall without saying another word. The translator stared at his back, his eyes showing contempt, and he took a bite out of the ground: "I'm! What do you wear, or do you ask me to sing to the Japanese? See how long you can still clear the heights! ”

And said in the hall. Today, Mr. Iwai was very happy, and there were many officer-like people sitting in the hall, and there were four guards standing at the door. The Japanese pay attention to equality, do not set up a stage with the drama, Qin Shuang will stand in the front of the open space, show his body, open his mouth and bright voice.

The family was inspired to hear the news, and Mu Guiying went out again to defend the country. Twenty years of throwing armor has not come to the battlefield, hey, can't I say that I have no loyalty to the country and the people! ”

Qin Shuang did not sing his stunning "Suolin Capsule", but sang "Yangmen Female General". He was dressed in pale blue armor and flew up and down on all sides of the flag, and the spear swung and clanged, and the end was unparalleled.

He changed his mind and walked in the Wudan footwork, taking a few steps to the front of Iwai' body. At one point, the trumpets were trumpeting and the drums were beating.

"The sound of the golden drum and the sound of the horns aroused me to break the heaven's gate and soar through the clouds."

"Good!" Iwai smiled and clapped his hands, shouting a newly learned Chinese. The Wang interpreter in the backroom listened to the sound that was not right, and the fox took two steps into the hall suspiciously, but Qin Shuang continued to sing.

"I think that when the peach blossoms were immediately majestic, the enemy blood splashed pomegranate skirts."

The spear entered his chest, the blood bladed, and the smile on Iwai's face had not yet condensed, and he had already fallen backwards heavily.

"In the day of life, how can an inch of land belong to others?"

The officers in the hall shouted and rushed forward, "bang bang bang" several gunshots in succession, knocking Qin Shuang to the ground. Blood spurted from his mouth, his chest heaving violently, his lips and teeth still closed, and he used up his last bit of strength to sing.

"Fan Wang Clown He Foot Theory... I alone can... Blocking millions of... soldier. ”

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Comments section

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Judges

The basic score is 8, the evaluation score is 4, and the overall score is 12. So well written! The structure is clear, the language is fluent and accurate, the plot is ups and downs, the ending singing voice will set the whole text in a hammer, and Shen Bao is getting more and more awesome!

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chestnut

The final scene is so visually stunning! It's perfectly combined with the lyrics!

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Sink the boat

Self-evaluation: At the beginning, because I wanted to rely on qualifiers, the final turn was very blunt, and Mr. An kindly gave me an A, but there was still a lot of room for revision. As for why I took this opportunity to change, it is true that I am too pigeon... Back to the main topic, "Qin Shuang" is a piece I wrote with a lot of emotions, Qin Shuang is the most vivid life I really love, he has no prototype, he is the epitome of thousands of fighters who have been annihilated in the struggle. I've been in serious self-doubt for some time in the past, and I'm a bit hopeful with this article, hoping that I can write more characters and stories that I really love. All right!