Chapter 10 ten

On the second night, Aurelia did not miss her appointment and came to see me at the gate of the opera house.Tonight, she was dressed up very brightly and gorgeously. I could see it at the first glance: she dressed up for me, this is the appearance of a woman who pleases herself.What a lovely oriental classical truth. I had already watched La Traviata's opera on New Year's Eve, but in order to accompany her, I decided to watch it again.This is the only place of public entertainment in Tomsk, and there is nowhere else to go. The opera La Traviata is slightly different from Dumas fils's La Traviata novel and script, but because the original story is too sad and stubborn, no matter how it is modified, it can always maintain some moving plots.Its score maker is Verdi, the great master of modern opera. All the music in the play is indescribably beautiful, like the spring breeze full of rose fragrance, giving people an indescribable magic power.

When the La Traviata parted with Afri, she remembered his enthusiasm, and couldn't help feeling lingering in love, and sang the song "Lover in Dreams".This song is one of the famous songs in Western operas, and most opera lovers can hum a few lines. At this time, La Traviata sang beautifully, like a nightingale. Nong's heart is as hard as iron, How can move my love! Strange one speaks aloud, Actually Er Nong heart. The ring seats are all vulgar things, Rather than being disgusting! Wow, There are many kings and grandchildren in Zhangtai, You are a confidant in the world! When this passage was sung on the stage, I turned to look at Aurelia, like staring at the stars, far away and close at the same time.

She also looked back at me, like a lotus on a green lake looking at a lotus, adjacent to each other, and blown away by the lake wind. With the development of the plot, the smell of tragedy became stronger and stronger.Regarding the story of La Traviata, I believe you know it better than me, so I won't repeat it here.I'm only talking about the impact the final ending had on us at the time. When La Traviata lingered on the sick bed and was dying, she sang "Goodbye, Bright Future!" "A little song: Wow, Built for the palace of roses, It's a pity that his fan has disappeared.

Prepare for a bright future, There is no blessing to be happy! Lovelorn, Love day is fortunate to be able to make up again. God is tired, How come Ganoderma lucidum to prolong life? Alas, that wanderer, How late is the consolation? Loess piled up, Hate beauty's fate. This song is very sad and beautiful, and it is also very tragic. After hearing this mournful music and seeing the haggard and lonely figure of La Traviata on the sick bed, many audience members wept. I turned my head and saw Aurelia sobbing softly. I couldn't help holding her hand, whispered into her ear with the most gentle voice:

do not be sad.Do you remember what you said yourself?Life isn't all that scary! She raised her tear-filled eyes and glanced at me, seeming to understand but not understand what I said.Her eyes were so beautiful now.One's vision is always beautiful when one is sad. She didn't withdraw her hand and kept me holding it tightly. We don't talk anymore.The desolate and desolate atmosphere of late spring on the stage forced us to be silent. After watching the play, without knowing it, I went back to the cafe, still in the old position on the east corner. Walking into the coffee shop this time is completely obedient to our innermost feelings, which can be said to be accidental or inevitable.After we got out of the theater, we all felt a mysterious weight in our hearts, and we had to find a warm place to sit and be quiet; otherwise, we felt uncomfortable.

It was around ten o'clock at night, and there were not many customers in the cafe.The blue lights on the four walls are extraordinarily quiet and soft, like withered flowers in late spring: pale and beautiful. We sat down for a while without saying a word. I looked at her face, it was the first time it looked so calm, serious, and the eye circles were a little red. I didn't speak, but smiled slightly.I smiled like that in the theater, and I still smile like that to this day. After drinking half a cup of hot coffee, she revealed a little anger, and said with a solemn air: I really don't understand, after watching such a heavy tragedy, you still have the courage to laugh like this!What a hard-hearted person you are!

Do you think that a person must shed tears after watching a tragedy?I stared blankly at her. As long as you are a person with feelings, you will of course shed tears after watching such a great tragedy. Then you are wrong, crocodiles are the best at crying. Before they can eat people, they always cry once! What does the crocodile have to do with the tragedy of La Traviata? You have misheard me.The crocodiles I mentioned do not necessarily refer to the crocodiles by the water, there are crocodiles even in the opera house today, even on the seats next to us! Your words are too mysterious.

It's not mysterious at all, as you'll understand when you think about it. I dropped a piece of candy into my mouth: I also want to tell you a frightening news: No matter in the theater where we watched the play just now, or in the big theaters in Paris and New York, there are many, many crocodiles watching La Traviata, or Madame Butterfly, or Faus Germany.After watching these great tragedies, they not only shed tears, but also cried bitterly.However, this tearful crying is the same as the opera performed on the stage, once the performance is over, forget it.After that, these crocodiles still do what they do: eat other animals or children as food, and swallow them into their stomachs.As he did this, he shed tears, so people gave him a title: philanthropist.

After hearing what I said, she couldn't help turning sadness into joy, and laughed. You can tell a joke.After a while, she said calmly again: What you said above is not a reason to laugh after watching the great tragedy! Do you want me to tell you why? I took another sip of coffee and said solemnly: I have many reasons, and now I will only tell you one reason: this Opera La Traviata did not perform well. Bad acting?She looked at me strangely. Yes, it was badly acted. She didn't speak, waiting for me to continue. From my point of view, the song part of this opera, the music part, may be a success.Our auditory senses are indeed immersed in a glamorous musical fluid.But the drama part fails, our visual senses are quite embarrassing and completely out of tune with our auditory senses.

Why? You can't hear it: when La Traviata was dying, she sang a song called "Goodbye, bright future!" ".This song was sung really well, and many people shed tears; but, let me ask you: Where does a dying patient, a dying patient with third-stage pulmonary disease, have such energy to sing such a song?Isn't this completely unrealistic? She nodded, seeming to acknowledge my reasoning. Strictly speaking, opera cannot be established. If the song part is taken care of, the play part will fail; if the play part is taken care of, the song part will fail. There is some truth to your words.she nodded.

I continued: Strictly speaking, tragedy cannot be established either!If there is tragedy, there will be no drama, and if there is drama, there will be no tragedy! I don't understand your words.She relapsed into suspicion. A real tragedy can only be read from a script, not performed on stage! Why can't you perform? If you want to perform, there must be a murder case! You are joking again. No, I never told a joke.Tragedy like La Traviata, if I were a woman, I would only play La Traviata under one circumstance. Under what circumstances? When I want to kill myself. suicide?Her eyes were wide open, looking at me. Yes, I would play La Traviata only if I was determined to kill myself.If I were an actress and wanted to commit suicide because of some disappointment, I would neither throw myself into the river nor take sleeping pills, I would just play La Traviata!I smile. Your words are really strange.She also said with a smile. Nothing outlandish.A really terrific actor plays La Traviata until, on her deathbed, she has to die.If she doesn't die, it proves that she wasn't real.Therefore, I often think that since the script of La Traviata, all the actresses who have played La Traviata are not good actors.As for La Traviata dying, she should sing goodbye with a vigorous voice, bright future!It's just a joke with the script.Therefore, I think this is not only a tragedy, but a comedy.So, after reading it, I had to laugh. Your opinion is worth pondering!she said softly. This is just a very common reason, and it’s not a big deal. I can also tell you a fact: there used to be a movie in Hollywood called "The Last Destiny", and the leading actor was a White Russian wanderer.There is an extremely tense scene in this film, that is: when the actor is stimulated by an accident, he faints.When the White Russian tramp played this scene, he really passed out, and he never woke up again.he died!I paused, and then said: In the history of world film development, if we want to choose the greatest male star, only this white Russian wanderer is eligible to be elected. Besides, what are Colman, Chaplin, Clark Gable, etc. , is still too far away. According to you, isn't acting a very dangerous thing? Nature is a dangerous thing, so one had better not act. After hearing what I said, she seemed to have ulterior motives, and gave me a slight glare. I half-seriously and half-jokingly said to her: Do you believe it or not, I am a person who is very good at acting? Not only are you good at acting, but you are acting all day long!She smiled sarcastically, but it was a thorn that never bleeds. So you see already: am I acting to you now?I fixedly looked at her. A bit like.It's a bit different. These two sentences of yours are very clever.Would you like me to comment on these two sentences for you? annotation? Yes, I'm going to make a note for you.When you say it's a bit similar, it means that I'm acting to you, and when you say it's a bit different, it means that you don't want to act with me.Did I annotate it right? She blushed a little and lowered her head. I stretched out my right hand from under the coffee seat, held her hand tightly, and apologized in a low voice: I know, I'm taking it a little too far.Now, you probably think like this: sir, you are too scheming, I am a little scared, my current situation is really difficult, it is not good to talk to you.Ignoring you doesn't seem like a good idea either.Do you mean something like this in your heart? She blushed and smiled, and let me hold her hand tightly. I smiled and said: You are a teacher. From my speculation just now, although I can’t get 100 points, at least 70 points can be awarded, which is enough to pass, isn’t it?Okay, I will stop joking with you, and now I will tell you with the most sincerity: Although I am a person who likes to show off a little bit, I will never play big tricks, because after all, we are making friends, not politics struggle.Moreover, not only do you not have to be afraid, but you also need to be a little happy. Happy?Her face is not red now. Yes, you should be a little happy.Because the scheming I used on you is only to fulfill a wish. what hope? I hope you can live a happier and more beautiful life! After speaking, I held her hand a little tighter with my hand under the seat, and stared at her like arrowheads. She didn't speak, and her face showed a very excited look. I finally let go of her hand, stood up, and said with a relaxed smile: Well, it's getting late, our play is over today.You wouldn't be afraid if I kept playing with this steady attitude, like driving a Ford at thirty miles an hour, with the utmost safety? She couldn't help laughing and stood up too. I said to her humorously: Miss Aurelia, don't you find it interesting?We have only known each other for three days, and we have talked about so many issues.From astronomy to geography, big and small things, life and love, art and philosophy, everything is discussed.We went from La Traviata to crocodile, from crying to laughing, from the sea to cows and horses, from suicide to acting.I don't believe that any couple in the world who have known each other for only three days will talk about so many issues.Not only did we talk, but we talked like old friends for thirty years. Do you think it's interesting? She didn't speak, just laughed. She paid for the coffee bill for the night. Despite her objections, I kept sending her home.Before parting, I told her that tomorrow would be Sunday, at two o'clock in the afternoon, and I would go directly to see her, and in particular, to visit her mother. I know that you are not happy with this request of mine, and even object to it.But I requested it anyway and approved it on your behalf.Don't worry: my plays have always been steady and will never scare you.I would never drive a Ford at seventy miles an hour! She didn't speak, just laughed.