Two of the most up-to-date plays of the Abbateans in Bona,
Especially the evaluation of "A Wrong Marriage", which quietly flowed to Bona.
A stone stirred up a thousand ripples.
In an old noble mansion.
"Butler! Butler! "
A rebellious noble young master roared and tore a newspaper in half,
He threw it on the ground hatefully.
When the butler was called over by him, he glanced at the ground,
The newspaper that the young master had torn read:
[Drama Review: As vulgar as ever — take Red Sister as an example,
A lowly character in a comedy who uses her vulgarity and rudeness as the punchline.]
"Oh, I can't stand it anymore." The noble young master asked, "The scholar who published this drama review belongs to this Abat Gentleman's Theater. It seems to be my family's property,
Right? "
"Yes. Young Master. "
"Go inform them,
Immediately! Fire him! "The noble young master roared," Ask this stupid and inexperienced gentleman to leave our theater! "
After the butler left, the young master was still indignant:
Abat's provincial people are actually pointing fingers and saying that my dear Miss Nightingale is shameless, uneducated, and does not know how to obey men,
A woman who is secretly in love! They say that "A Wrong Marriage" is a dirty comedy!
Thinking of Miss Nightingale in the story,
He was intoxicated for a moment and immediately became even more resentful. No, I can't let it go just like that.
Oh, right! He still has an uncle in Abat!
A salon.
[Shocking! The author of the incestuous drama, the story of a man and a woman's elopement is actually a woman!]
"Ignorant."
In the flourishing of Yin and the decline of Yang, it was usually the noblewoman,
In the literary salon where the ladies were the leaders,
A noblewoman who hosted the salon finished reading the article,
Her eyes were filled with disdain. "So what if she's a woman? Hmph, it's only in this kind of place where there's not much impact at the banquet that they're so petty. "
The literati echoed one after another.
The noblewoman looked at these weak literati and couldn't help but sigh in her heart. She was even more fascinated by Sir Theodore, who was both skilled in literature and martial arts in the play.
In a certain boudoir.
"Miss!" "Miss!" The maid knocked on the door repeatedly.
The young lady had already read the script several times. She sat in front of the mirror and muttered,
"Look at them chasing after the stench, their eyes turn red when they see riches and honor.
Ah, it's better than my contempt for my sect and the pride in my heart! "
She finally made up her mind.
When the maid pushed the door again, it opened.
The young lady looked at her deeply. "We've been friends since we were young. Do me a favor."
The tabloid was thrown aside in disdain. The cold wind blew in through the window, flipping the page and wetting the words on it:
[Drama Review: A romance between a man and a woman.]
On the streets.
A carriage rumbled past a street dance. The commoners surrounding the dance were laughing and talking about the dancer who played Nightingale's snow-white waist and bold movements. They also commented on the actor who played Theodore's muscles. They watched with satisfaction the "details" of the midnight rendezvous between Nightingale and Theodore, which would never have happened in a proper theatre.
"Hey, have you heard?"
"I've heard. Alas, don't you think the Abatians are fools? " You want to criticize such a good drama to relieve boredom? "
Anna held her face and listened to the discussions in the carriage as they gradually faded away. She giggled.
Abat wasn't an idiot. She was just pedantic. Just like her parents who believed in the precepts of the Church before the dinner party revolution.
*
Abat wasn't an idiot.
With the news from July City, Abat, who had always blindly worshipped Bona Arts, swarmed out to buy screenings of "Wrong Marriage."
After "Lady Peony," "Wrong Marriage" caused a sensation in Abat overnight.
The pen name "Anna" also became popular in Abat.
"It's unfair to look at 'Wrong Marriage' with the eyes of a former comedy. It's also low-level. We're used to the old paradigm from the ancient Greek era: using individual cunning, astute, or stupid and vulgar characters as the punchline, and their exaggerated and sarcastic actions form the central form of comedy. It's undeniable that such a form can easily be reduced to obscenity. Many overly exaggerated and exaggerated characters make the whole drama shallow.
However, "Wrong Marriage" brought a brand new model that was enough to revolutionize comedy. When many people saw the character of Sister Hong, they stubbornly believed that "Wrong Marriage" was also an old comedy that relied on individual exaggerated characters to form the punchline of comedy. They dismissed it as an obscene show.
Those who held such an opinion were the number one idiots themselves.
Although the character of Sister Hong was very astute and interesting, she was only a necessary member of the many characters in "Wrong Marriage" and was not the center of the joke.
"Wrong Marriage" was not the old style of centering on funny characters, but the development of the story and the unfolding of the plot. In the development of the story, it naturally made the reader feel interesting, humorous, or thrilling.
Its humor was not only in the actions of the characters, but also in the hearts of the characters.
.....
The innovation of "Wrong Marriage" was in all aspects.
The separation of comedy and tragedy in the past had long disappeared in "Wrong Marriage". In fact, we could no longer tell whether it was comedy or tragedy.
From only focusing on the humor of the characters' actions to the humor brought about by the changes in the characters' hearts.
From the punchline of the characters to the overall humorous atmosphere brought about by the development of the story.
From simple comedy to an intricate mixture of joy and sorrow, joy and sorrow.
I can say that after "Wrong Marriage", comedy is going to change.
In view of the fact that this kind of comedy has never appeared before, I will steal a new word from myself and give it a name: "Tragicomedy".
"Talking about the" Obscene Comedy "" Wrong Marriage "— — Famous author, editor-in-chief of publishing house: Okot Matzerat"
In one breath, Daiyu finished reading an article by Okote Malateste, which had recently become a hot topic of debate in the tabloids and salons.
"Miss Anna, what do you think?" Sir James Cook was restless and looked straight at her.
"You mean Mr. Matzerat wants to see me?"
"Yes." Sir James Cook smiled carefully. "It's just that I think that you are an unmarried lady after all, so I'm afraid it's inconvenient. So … "
Afraid it's inconvenient?
Afraid it's inconvenient is fake, afraid that they will poach her away is real.
Lin Daiyu closed the tabloid and said, "Sir, don't worry. Anyway, you are my benefactor. I promised you that I will at least write the next work for the Cook Theater. Before that, I will not leave Abat. "
What about after that? Sir James Cook didn't dare to ask more, so he smiled and said, "Then, I will introduce you to both of you."
After a moment, a gentleman came in.
Daiyu looked up and met his eyes. She was slightly stunned.
She didn't expect that the famous author, the editor-in-chief of a big publishing house, would be so young and handsome, almost the same age as her.
Crémont was also stunned. His green eyes seemed to have dissolved the mist, and the lake clearly reflected her description.
Most Luster people always had a barrier to the beauty of the East.
But Crémont was best at capturing unique beauty.
He was the most picky aesthete, but also the most tolerant aesthete.
The so-called peerless beauty was like the person in front of him. Even though he had quietly retracted his brilliance and was dressed in plain clothes, he still exuded an aura of peerless magnificence from the inside out.
He thought of a short poem:
God loves me, when the wind is gentle and the sun is bright, he gives me the most beautiful encounter.
"Miss Anna." He lowered his eyes slightly and didn't dare to look at her directly. He called softly, as if he was very shy.
"Mr. Malateste." Lin Daiyu returned the salute.
Sir James Cook was stunned and patted his head. When he was about to explain, the beautiful young man with green eyes said gently:
"You are mistaken, Miss. I am not Oquot. "
"Look at my memory." Sir James Cook quickly smiled and said, "Mr. Malateste received an urgent letter from Borna and hurried back to Borna. He asked me to apologize to you. This is Mr. Crémont Rahim, a good friend of Mr. Malateste and also a writer. He represents Mr. Malateste to discuss some matters with you. "
*
The misty rain floated in the air.
Mabel was soaking wet and hiding in the corner of the theater, holding her knees in a daze.
There was a half-open window above the pile of debris, and an actor's high-pitched voice came out from it.
"Mother! He beat the pirates and saved us! He saved our whole family! He is also a noble! "The young actress's voice was almost shrill.
"Miss Nightingale." The older actress said sternly: "If this gentleman is really a gentleman of the third rank, we can sit down calmly and refuse him. But his surname is Lamartine, his name is Theodore de Lamartine! And you, you are the daughter of Diderot!
The Lamartine family and the Diderot family have been enemies for generations! "
Mabel's attention was slowly attracted by the play.
When she was young, she was sent to a convent because her family couldn't afford the dowry of several daughters and the incense money calculated by the number of people. In addition to praying all day long, she worked, studied the scriptures, and learned the Three Rules and Nine Laws. Even the boring religious dramas were rewards that could only be obtained occasionally in a mechanical and numb life.
She had never heard a play. As a nun, she had received a traditional education from an early age, so she couldn't enter the theater and "sit with the men to watch the play."
She couldn't suppress her curiosity. Quietly, she stood up from the pile of debris and leaned against the wall to look inside.
Nightingale's mother wanted to take Nightingale away in order to prevent her children from interacting with each other. Nightingale's family, in order to make Nightingale give up Theodore, and for the sake of wealth, decided to marry her to an old lecherous noble.
"The age of a tree is the age of a man, his rings are the wrinkles of the bark! My daughter is sixteen this year, is my husband sixty-one?
Climbing up the social ladder is not desirable, this life vows to marry a bosom friend. "
The young lady's words were sad, but she still repeatedly called her lover "Theodore" and was forcibly tied up and brought home.
Mabel stared blankly and suddenly shed tears.
She remembered when she was seven years old, her parents tearfully sent her to the convent and said:
"Son, we really can't afford a daughter's dowry. Go, go and serve God, the merciful God will bless you and forgive you. God will forgive everything, forgive your poverty, and exempt us from the incense money. When we save enough money, we will redeem you. "
The dog barked.
Mabel was still watching the show in the window, mesmerized.
Theodore was also locked up by his family and had to stay away from his beloved family. When he learned from his good friend that Nightingale had been taken away, he was crying bitterly and swearing: "They took her away! They took her away from the one person who loves her and will love her forever! I'm going to save her! "
What were the days in the convent like?
Those nuns from wealthy families paid the annual holy fee for admission. They went to a high-class convent.
They wore a nun's uniform and only needed to pray, read and write God's scriptures, receive poison, and a little work every day to receive a traditional woman's education.
Their work was done by nuns who could not afford to pay for it.
Just like Mabel's life, she was fiercely called out to work at dawn. Until the sun set, there were only a few pieces of thin black bread and a glass of water.
The slightest carelessness would lead to whipping and punishment.
The rest of the time was spent in front of the statue, endlessly cold. At that time, what Mabel longed for the most was the time in front of the statue, because she could rest her bloody hands for a moment.
At that time, she longed for someone to say to her: "I'm going to save you."
She prayed to God thirty times every day. Ten times in the morning, ten times at dinner, and ten times before bed.
In the end, what came were the high-ranking clergymen and nobles who came to the convent to have fun with the nuns.
In the bitter wind and rain, the head of the "sisters" who managed her smiled and called out to her "brother": Be gentle, be gentle. The sister was still young.
The clergyman in his sixties who was on top of her shouted, "Child, child, sister, be good."
She looked at the window and saw Theodore on the stage pick up a sword, cut the lock, get on a horse, and go alone to the feud Diderot's family. Her big eyes filled with tears. The little girl prayed to her God sincerely in the garbage:
"God bless you, God forgive you. Tell him to succeed. Tell him to succeed. He's so brave, he's going to save a poor girl! "
Woof, woof, woof.
"Here!" The black-clothed clergyman's voice was accompanied by her brother's shout.
Mabel stumbled out of the debris pile in a panic. Her belly was getting bigger by the day, and it was especially deformed on her increasingly sallow and emaciated body.
She panicked and didn't know where she was going, running in all directions.
Finally, the dog stopped barking.
The rain seemed to be a little heavier, and it was misty, making it harder to see the road ahead.
She panted heavily, and with her belly, she struggled to sneak back to the side of the theater. She put her ear to the wall, trying to hear the ending of the play, as if she was listening to God's will.
Theodore was already standing in the Diderot's house. He had passed through one obstacle after another.
He was faced with eyes full of hatred. He pulled out his sword. He pulled out the sword forged with love in his heart and fearlessly declared:
"Hatred is like a flame from generation to generation, love surges like rain. I'm willing to use the rain of love to extinguish this restless flame. "
His voice was a little ethereal in the rain, and she leaned closer and closer.
In one battle after another, Theodore's injuries became more and more serious. He defeated the Diderot's family one by one. Finally, after defeating Nightingale's brother, he put down his sword and voluntarily admitted defeat. He called his friend to be his captain, and under his witness, he shouted Nightingale's name and said that he was willing to die for Nightingale today, to atone for the sins of the two families, and to settle the feud.
The Diderot's family agreed. Theodore drank the poison.
The world turned upside down, and Apollo died. Nightingale rushed out and saw the dead Theodore. She fell on his body and cried bitterly. Her mother persuaded her: "My child, a Lamartine died. Your love that defied common sense fell today. We will no longer hate Lamartine with our lives. You should also follow the orders of your parents and marry. "
Nightingale gradually stopped crying. There was some kind of power that made her raise her head. This weak woman had courage and courage that surpassed ordinary people.
She took the sword that had fallen by her lover's side and said to the captain of the guards: "Please transfer to the Lamartine family: A gentleman resolves hatred with love, a virtuous woman exchanges her life for a companion."
She raised the sword, looked deeply at the face of her dead lover, and then looked around. Her voice was as cold as the wind, but it was so hot that it made people feel cold. She sang:
"When we were alive, we were separated for a long time. After death, we will be together forever. We have no part in the marriage of the living, but after death, we are willing to be buried together. "
The sword flashed, the red flowers fell, and the begonia withered.
She fell to the ground with T-Bag.
The ferocious barking was heard again.
The black robe was getting closer and closer in the gloomy rain.
Mabel looked back at the lovers who had fallen to the ground and could only escape again.
This time, she used up all her remaining strength, but she could no longer return to the theater. They had found her twice, so they would definitely surround her.
The misty rain became heavier and heavier, gradually turning into a cold rain that fell on the roof of the house.
She shrank under the eaves of a house. She was only thirteen years old and had a big belly. For half a month, she did not eat. She also ran all the way. Her strength slipped away from her body like the temperature. Her body was getting colder and colder, and her stomach was in pain.
She thought of the dead Theodore and Nightingale in a daze. Enduring the pain, hunger, and cold, she prayed to God again for this pair of lovers who had been driven to a dead end.
"God bless you, God forgive you."
The sound of the prayer seemed to alarm the house she was staying in. An urchin opened the door and saw her pale and sunken face with dark eyes. He cried out in fright. His parents rushed over, picked up a broom and beat him:
"Go away, unvirtuous woman!"
Just like all the people who had driven her away before.
In the sound of the rain, her hair was soaked and stuck to her face. The curtain of rain blocked her vision. The sky was gray, and the dark clouds could not be seen.
There seemed to be a dog barking in the east.
Listening carefully, there were also dogs barking in the west.
In the north, she always heard "go away" faintly.
In the south … in the south, it was her mother's voice: "Mabel … Mabel …"
Mother! She wanted to call out, but she suddenly stopped. She remembered how she had happily returned home with the help of kind-hearted people. Her parents had looked at her stomach in horror.
Her family was a faithful believer of God.
Her father said, "You have blasphemed against God."
Her brother said, "You have broken the commandment."
Her sisters only knew to lower their heads from afar, quietly shed tears, and watched her cry.
Her mother gently took a cup of medicine and told her, "You have sinned. Drink. " This is the medicine to wash away your sins. After drinking, you will no longer taint God and your family.
However, after the medicine was accidentally spilled, the dog that licked the medicine convulsed and finally stopped moving.
Mabel's body gradually lost consciousness. She seemed to hear the sound of bells ringing in her ears. The ethereal singing was getting closer and closer.
… This was … a hymn?
"God forgives you,
God bless you,
All sins are eliminated in piety,
All sins are eliminated in God's grace. "
*
The dead lovers were buried together. In front of their children's graves, the two grieving families swore an oath to bury the hatchet with the blood of their loved ones.
The sobbing in the theater came one after another.
A thin layer of soil gradually covered the handsome faces of the young lovers who hugged the dead.
At this moment, the audience was stunned. The hymn seemed to have traveled into the theater through the windows.
It was already this time?
"Look!" Suddenly, someone exclaimed and asked the audience to look at the stage.
When the two coffins were buried side by side, a tree gradually grew in front of the graves. It was so big that its branches were connected. Many angels flew over from the sky and stopped on the tree.
The holy light descended, and the audience heard a sigh.
"God watches over everything,
God forgive you,
All sins are eliminated in piety,
All sins are eliminated in God's grace. "
The captain of the guards who rushed over quickly splashed the holy water.
The young couple in the grave turned from green to rosy.
God was moved by their love and forgave them.
The applause was thunderous. In the thunderous cheers in the theater, Daiyu, who left after watching this scene, exhaled.
Sir James Cook and Kleimont followed her out. The beautiful young man with green eyes said to her gently, "Miss, look. It really worked. "
The rain that had been falling all day slowly subsided. The dark clouds dissipated, and the golden sun seemed to be coming out.
Daiyu exhaled, "Thank you." She opened her mouth and was about to agree to their request to perform her next play in Bona and Abat at the same time. Suddenly, a scream broke out on the street, interrupting her words.
She was startled and looked over. She saw many black-robed priests rushing towards the church. In the distance, a large group of people surrounded the church.
At a glance, she saw a familiar young man in the crowd rushing over.
Kleimont asked her thoughtfully, "Miss, shall we go and take a look?"
She thanked him and the few of them went to the church.
The closer she got, the slower she walked.
She saw a pair of small feet, full of trivial wounds, swinging under the beam of the church.
The nun's dress, which symbolized God's gift, fluttered in the air with the body swaying.
The hymn of dusk was still playing.
"God watches over everything,
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