Wedge
The mirror backstage is covered with a thin layer of frost, and the ice on the corner has been falling for ten years. It always falls down just before the show starts, shattering into silver stars all over the floor.
Su Manshu looked in the mirror and drew the last stroke of her eyebrows. The rouge was from the box given by Shen Yanzhi back then. It was so red that it looked like it had been dipped in blood. There was already a commotion in the audience. The crunching of melon seeds was mixed with the cries of children. Someone shouted in a rough voice: "Boss Su, you have to sing "A Dream in the Garden" today!"
She didn't respond and just pressed half of the silver bracelet on her temple. The word "rescue" on the broken edge was rubbed until it shined brightly. The other half fell into the gutter with the figure in the trench coat on that winter night thirty years ago. The ink mixed with blood spread out into a winding river on the bluestone.
"Sister Manshu, it's time to go on stage." Axiang's voice trembled like light grass in the wind, and the costume in her hand still smelled of camphor - it was borrowed from the museum, and most of the rhinestones fell off, but it glowed with the light of the old year under the lamp.
Su Manshu stood up and swept his sleeves over the edge of the mirror, stirring up a bunch of dust. Suddenly some shadows flashed in the mirror: she held up a horsewhip made from a gun before the broken wall in Chongqing, she tapped the students' palms with a pen in the Yunnan-Burma Bamboo House, and when she first appeared on the stage in Shanghai World, the master touched her hand and said: "The show is about to begin."
The moment the gongs and drums sounded, she suddenly smiled.
After ten years of dreams and ten years of war, it turns out that the gong at the beginning has already foreshadowed the ending. Just like at this moment, among the crowds of people in the audience, there is always an empty seat, waiting for the person who writes the drama review to say "good show".
She stepped on the broken ice and stepped on the stage. The moment she unfolded her water sleeves, the ice edges on the corners fell again.
