After the spring thunder surged,
The rain continued, and the clouds were heavy.
They all dispersed. Spring filled Bona,
Pink, dark red, and light red, and all kinds of flowers competed to be the first to smell spring.
After a continuous carnival for about a week, the provinces or just began,
Or were experiencing a violent storm, but the life of the Bona people was like a flat lake,
Although there were ripples, they calmed down.
People had too much deep joy,
Buried in the bottom of their hearts,
To be with their families on a quiet night,
Calculating that there would be Yu Lu's account book,
Enjoying a rare sumptuous dinner, leaning against the warm fire, whispering softly.
This was a kind of mentality of looking up to the future with bright colors.
The only thing that could reveal the lasting shock under the calm lake,
Was the newspaper on the street.
It was as if the shackles of the mouth had been lifted. Overnight, the news in these tabloids,
Was so explosive that it was almost unscrupulous.
The thunder stopped, and in the fragrance of the rain,
The Bona people finally had the leisure to go to the theater.
On the wall of the Royal Theater, except for "The Society Monastery,"
Then,
Was pasted with a large poster of "Port City."
The audience in twos and threes,
Came out of the theater and muttered, "Why don't I think it's so good? It's a story about a group of sailors, small citizens, and nouveau riche who made a fortune by sailing, fighting with local bandits, driving away wild beasts, and working hard to build a seaside town. Is it good? "
The newspaper also praised it reluctantly.
Lin Daiyu didn't care much about it.
Wherever she went, people respectfully called out, "Ms. Anna!" In all the plays that Abat had written, they had been moved to Bona by enthusiastic fans. Including "Port City," which she had specially written for Abat.
She had already known the ending of the play in Bona.
Although "Port Capital" was written by her specifically for a city and she had entrusted her gratitude to it, it was still a work of art. But in terms of standard, it was not as good as the previous works that were a mixture of hundreds of schools and the essence of the Central Plains. Not to mention the interest of the story, for people other than Abat, was not very high.
Therefore, after people began to taste the new interest, the play would definitely be neglected.
However, she did not write this play for fame and fortune.
When Ernest came to the door, she was leaning against the window and quietly looking into the distance.
"Anna, what are you looking at?"
However, she didn't turn around. She just stood there in a daze, her eyes a little moist.
Ernest craned his neck and looked in the direction she was looking at. All he saw were sharp roofs and high clouds.
That was the direction of the east.
"You miss home?" Ernest scratched his head. "That's true. You've been here alone for so long. Your family must miss you …"
"I don't have a home." Lin Daiyu said, "There are seven people in my family. Grandfather, grandmother, father, mother, uncles, and brothers. I'm the only one left alive."
Ernest was shocked and quickly apologized, "Bah, my foul mouth, you …"
"It's alright." She smiled, looking very calm. "The world is unpredictable. My parents, brothers, and grandparents all passed away when I was a child. It's been more than ten years. My heart has long calmed down. I just know that I'm not related to them. "
Her calmness made Ernest feel even more guilty. He had only heard from Bard that Anna's uncle was a strange person. However, that was more than twenty years ago. He didn't know that she had such a pitiful background. "Then, you don't have any other relatives?"
… Other relatives? Lin Daiyu thought of the Jia family. Instead of answering, she asked, "Why are you looking for me today? Are you just here to chat? "
"Not really. It's the chief editor of the publishing house under my family. He pestered me to ask you if you're willing to submit another novel."
"Novel?"
"Hehe, you don't know. Your 'Society's Monastery' is completely sold out. It's been printed five or six times, but it's still in short supply. Since Judgement Day, it's been even worse. This old caitou is making so much money that his eyes are green. He's afraid that you'll submit another manuscript to another publisher. He actually came to me to plead. If you're willing to write another one, I'll send someone to tell him. If you're not willing, you don't have to force yourself. "
Lin Daiyu agreed. Ernest had always been unable to hold back his curiosity. He couldn't help but ask, "Why did you go west? I heard from Bard that your uncle doesn't seem to be from an ordinary family in the East … "
Lin Daiyu didn't say anything. Her eyelashes flickered up and down.
"Fine, then I won't ask." Ernest also had an understanding side.
Not long after Ernest left, the doorbell rang.
The maid downstairs hesitated. The Rose Theater hadn't received a manuscript from a playwright for three weeks.
"The audience has been frequently asking why there aren't any new plays in the past few weeks. Although Miss Anna's plays are good, she can't always act. "
Old Leslie pushed a newspaper away dispiritedly and gestured to his subordinate, "See for yourself."
*
"Calling on Bona's playwrights to boycott works that violate the Three Principles?"
Lin Daiyu furrowed her brows.
She skimmed through ten lines at a time.
"… The consistency of time, the consistency of action, and the consistency of location is the greatest rule summed up from the tragedies of ancient times.
To reason, we must obey its norms. We require the artistic arrangement of the development of the plot. We must use a story that is completed in one place, one day, to maintain the fullness of the stage from the beginning to the end.
This is not an ordinary requirement for a play. I believe that it should be regarded as an iron law for all plays. Just like criminals who break the law should be severely punished, those who break the iron law should also be condemned.
And this female author is obviously a criminal who doesn't abide by the laws of art. She has used a lot of methods that don't conform to the Three Principles since her first Lady Peony.
In her plays, the characters are still in the sky one moment, and the next moment, they're in the human world. The time of the story, this scene is still in the morning, and the next scene, gently, flashes by ten years.
I appreciate the content of Lady Anna's story, but I judge her artistic methods like a judge: as long as she doesn't return to the right path, she will be a criminal of art and condemned by the entire theater world. "
She read the last signature of the newspaper, "Court Playwrights – Broy."
She had seen similar statements in Abat before, saying that she violated the Three Principles, but she had never been so strictly boycotted.
"We have no choice, Madam. This writer is the head of the Neoclassicism. They are all of noble birth and have close contact with the court. All of Bona, no, half of Luster's playwrights are disciples of these Neoclassicism."
The supervisor sent by Old Leslie smiled apologetically and said, "We have no choice. Madam, they just insist on the Three Principles. It's not that they object to the content of your work, it's just that they report it to His Majesty … Cough, not to mention that His Majesty is busy dealing with the religious affairs in the provinces … Not to mention that these playwrights have always been popular in the court. You see, why don't … we change it? "
The time when the newspaper began to boycott her was almost recent.
When she was repeatedly summoned to the palace by Allan I.
She muttered.
"Let me think about it for a few days."
The supervisor was sent away.
The next day, Ernest received a letter from Lin Daiyu, asking him to submit a manuscript.
The title of the manuscript was called "Thousand Years Wrong Solution – On the Three Principles".
*
"When I first came to your place, in order to study the creation of theater, I read a great work on theater by a sage of Tessie a thousand years ago –" Poetics ".
I have also studied the views of the contemporary masters on theater.
If you don't look down on me because I am a little girl from outside, I have something to tell you.
It has been a long time since the time of this sage, and the rules he summarized from the tragedies are still useful.
But in the thousand years of development, many people have deeply misunderstood the original meaning.
As far as I know, the Three Principles that you speak of were formulated by a foreign scholar a few hundred years ago based on the theory in "Poetics".
He extracted the Three Principles from the rules, and it was with good intentions. But the later generations regarded this Three Principles as the golden rule, but they could not understand its true meaning, and could only copy the cat to draw the tiger, how sad!
The so-called Three Principles: the consistency of the action, or the consistency of the plot. The consistency of the time, the consistency of the place.
But in fact, this sage of a thousand years ago only mentioned the consistency of the plot in his book. As for the consistency of time, it was actually a consideration derived from the consistency of the plot. The Sage's original words were 'Let's use the sun's revolution as the limit, or there might not be any changes. Epics are not limited by time', and he did not explicitly mention the consistency of time.
As for the consistency of the place, the sage did not mention a word about it, and it was added by the later generations hundreds of years later.
The sage proposed the time limit purely out of consideration for the consistency of the plot. This was because a complete play must have a certain length and breadth. Ordinary fragments could not be considered a play.
A complete play has a beginning, a middle, and an end, and it is self-contained.
And according to the wisdom and stamina of an ordinary person, it is usually best to act for one to four hours, and if it is too long, whether it is the actor or the audience, they will not be able to bear it.
Some playwrights like to write long plays, and once they write, they will write for an entire day, and they will not bear to cut anything, so much so that the theater has to cut it during the performance, and it will damage the integrity of the play. There are also playwrights who drag it out too much, and they can finish it in one play, but they insist on splitting it into two, and it will damage the beauty of the play.
As for the consistency of the location, I have looked up your country's literature on plays, and in ancient times, the land of Tessi was performed in the open air in the square, without curtains, lights, or scenery, and the conditions were so crude that the play could only be performed from beginning to end, so the time could only be continuous, and the location could only be one. It can be said that the consistency of the location is limited by the crude conditions.
Even so, in your country's ancient plays, there are quite a few stories that change the location of the plot midway.
.....
In general, the so-called 'consistency of time' of the Three Unifications is, in essence, to shorten the time as much as possible on the basis that the plot is consistent, to make the plot compact, and to prevent contradictions from stacking up, so as to avoid dragging it out.
As for the 'consistency of location', it is to reduce the location of the plot to one or two places as much as possible, and it is limited by the conditions of the first ancient times, and there are no scenery or curtains. The second is to prevent the story from jumping around repeatedly, damaging the coherence of the plot, and making the audience unable to keep up with the complicated changes, and diverting their attention.
The consistency of the time and place is all for the sake of the overall integrity of the play, and the coherence of the plot.
Since everyone is belittling my plays, then I would like to ask:
Is the plot of my play incoherent, or is it dragging?
If you have been to the theater, and seriously sat down to watch a few of my plays, you will know that quite a number of audience members have written to the newspapers to complain:
'Sigh, I can't even bear to blink, and I can't even bear to change my clothes. Only until the end of the performance did I realize that I was wholeheartedly watching the play, and my palms were sweaty. '
In Lady Peony's play, she ascended to heaven and entered the earth, and an army of a million galloped out of the capital, all of it moved naturally according to the plot, and did not deliberately jump around, thus damaging the coherence of the story.
Since that is the case, why must everyone use the consistency of time and place to blame me?
When I was in my homeland, I had some understanding of poetry: for example, do not use words to harm the meaning.
The principle of the play should be the same.
If you draw a circle and insist that the time and place must be consistent, to the extent that it damages the plot, this is precisely the meaning of words to harm!
Everyone's actions are precisely going against the true meaning of the sage. Isn't it beautiful? "
Bang. After reading the article, a writer slammed the table and stood up: "Clever and eloquent, unreasonable pestering! She is just a little girl, what does she know! Instead, she is accusing us of going against the true meaning of the sage! "
There were a few famous playwrights sitting in the Imperial Palace's theater. They were famous in the literary world.
This tea party could be said to be the pinnacle of Luster's contemporary theater world.
Brovsky, who was the leader, raised his head: "What are you so agitated about? She already said that she is an 'outsider girl', if you go along and call her a little girl, you are making a joke out of us. "
"Hmph, she is just an orphan girl, she has no roots in our country. I will write a letter now and tell the other theaters to give me face and not accept her manuscripts. "Another writer said.
"Stupid. This Miss Anna is the new favorite of His Majesty, and the empress also likes her very much. She especially told us not to make things difficult for her. It is fine if it is just a war of words. If you do this openly, when she complains to His Majesty, although it is not a big problem for us, but using the name of the strong to bully the weak, does it sound good? "
Brovsky stroked his beard and analyzed it one by one.
When everyone heard this, they could not help but feel even more indignant, but they could only let it go.
The writer who was easily agitated asked: "This won't do, that won't do, what are you going to do?"
Brovsky smiled: "I have my own ways. You all should think of a way to refute this article. Since it doesn't work from the three uniques, we will work from the specific plot. Haha, you can evaluate Miss Anna's work from a rational point of view. She is young and insensible. "
He winked as if hinting.
*
"What? Anna, you are not writing anymore? "
"It is not that I am not writing." Lin Daiyu corrected the surprised Ernest, "It is just that from now on, my focus will be on writing novels. As for the drama, when I have time, I can write more."
She smiled: "The chief editor has gotten what you wanted."
Ernest was puzzled: "I also read the newspaper, could it be those old fogeys who are jealous of talent …? Why do you care about them? You know, we all like to watch the plays you write, in university, the students often rehearse and perform. Hubert likes to play the female lead in Lady Peony the most … Mmm … "
The tall Hubert immediately covered his mouth, his face a little red: "I really like to play the role of the female lead's brother in Lady Peony."
Mmm … Ernest made a few sounds, it was obviously the female lead!
Lin Daiyu smiled at them: "It is okay, the traditional drama of the East has always been all male, the female lead is also played by the male lead."
Hubert was fascinated, his hand loosening, and Ernest was freed, not daring to provoke his good friend anymore, he could only smile at Lin Daiyu: "Hehe, we have a few classmates who are from noble families, they know the address of Brovsky and the other writers, I guarantee that they will help you vent your anger!"
"Don't waste your energy. I have made up my mind, not only because I don't want to be high-profile, but also because of my own feelings. Writing novels is my old profession in my old country. Although dramas are good, the genre is too restrictive. Novels can be up in the heavens and down in the underworld, all the details, reaching the divine.
Ernest and Hubert looked at each other.
Ernest, who was not serious, said to her: "As friends, if you really make a decision, we will support you. We have a lot of ways to publish, you just have to write according to your heart. "
"My good fortune." Lin Daiyu relaxed her eyebrows and became serious: "Only good works can reward good knowledge."
After chatting for a while, Lin Daiyu saw that it was getting late. The sky was dim, so she got up to see her two friends out.
Ernest and Hubert bade farewell again and got into the carriage.
"Young Master, are we going back to school?"
"To the coffee shop."
There was only one person in the basement of the coffee shop today.
He sat there quietly with his eyes lowered, reading a book.
Ernest saw him from afar and whispered to Hubert: "Hey, after so many years, he is still the same, as if he can shine. Even if I lose my mind, I won't ask him to go with me to hit on the ladies. "
Hubert pointed out gently and sharply: "Lucian doesn't know how to, and doesn't need to, hit on the ladies."
Ernest snorted hatefully: "That's true, every time the ladies want to hit on him, they are scared back in the end! Who told him to be bright! "
The young man sitting there, however, had excellent hearing. From afar, he seemed to have heard the two of them whispering softly and had already raised his gaze.
Ernest quivered and hurriedly waved his hand with a warm smile: "Ah, Lucian, Lucian!"
The young man closed the book and gently put it back in place. He got up and looked back.
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