I urgently need the script of the drama "Song of Everlasting Sorrow"

Do you want Bai Juyi’s or Wang Anyi’s? It should be the latter, the former one seems difficult to arrange for a drama.

It is difficult to find the complete script of this version of Wang Anyi's drama. There are only some excerpts online:

Song of Everlasting Sorrow (script excerpt) Original work: Wang Anyi Adaptation: Zhao Yaomin

1. The news that the novel "Song of Everlasting Sorrow", which won the Mao Dun Literature Prize, was adapted into a drama was published in the newspaper and attracted widespread attention. Here we excerpt the first scene of the third act of the script, the first encounter between Wang Qiyao and "Old Koehler", for the readers' enjoyment.

——Editor

(In the 1980s, with the gradual rise of family dance parties, Wang Qiyao, the "Miss Shanghai" in the 1940s, returned to Alice's Apartment again)

< p>Late autumn night. Alice Apartments. The living room also has stairs; but the layout is slightly different from the previous one. It is larger and divided into two halls, front and rear, separated by a row of French doors; the front hall is almost empty; there is an ordinary square table placed against the wall in the back hall. , half a dozen folding chairs, which are incompatible with the style of the room, as if they were moved temporarily. On the square table are bottles of cheap beer and drinks, iron-shell thermoses, rusty tea cans and a few unclean glasses. In the chairs, on the table, and even on the floor in the corner, there are various bags and clothes and coats piled up; only the pair of simple-style single leather sofas with cracked faces and loose springs are vaguely visible. It retains a style that matches the room. There are stairs leading upstairs, and there are windows where you can see the oleanders growing in the yard.

The lights came on amid the sound of waltz, the French doors were open, and a group of young men and women were dancing in the front hall. Although the dance steps were not very skillful, their attitude was serious and their expressions were focused; among them were Zhang Yonghong, Lao Kele and Chang foot.

(Fifty-seven-year-old Wang Qiyao met Lao Koehler at a dance, and the topic of old Shanghai made them hit it off)

This is also my first time to Lao Koehler. , but strangely, it seems very familiar. This room, this door and window, and the oleander tree outside the window all seem familiar.

Wang Qiyao (I don’t know what to say) Oh.

Old Koehler (self-deprecatingly) Maybe, I lived in this house in my previous life.

Wang Qiyao (smiling) Maybe.

Old Koehler and you, too, seem familiar.

Wang Qiyao (sarcastically) Have you seen me in your previous life?

Old Kele (embarrassed) No, no, that’s not what I meant. I mean, when I walked in just now, the way you were sitting and the way you looked reminded me of something... (Looking at her again) It felt like going back in time.

Wang Qiyao (uneasily) Why don't you go to dance?

Old Koehler, why don't you go?

Wang Qiyao (smiling) is old. (Pause, this time he really sighed) The Shanghai I am familiar with seems to be back again, but I am a bystander.

Old Koehler, let me tell you, among all the people tonight, you are the only one who is suitable for this house.

Wang Qiyao Yes, old houses, old people...

Old Koehler Old is better. Look at these furniture, is it better to be old or new? People like us can’t get enough of it.

Wang Qiyao Maybe old things are better, but people are different.

Old Koehler, old people are also good. If all the old people come tonight, this dance will have a flavor. Zhang Yonghong said that she hired a master to teach everyone how to dance. Is that you?

Wang Qiyao It’s not about teaching, but you dance pretty well.

Old Koehler, what’s so good? I can’t even tell the difference between three steps and four steps, it’s a total chaos.

Wang Qiyao The most important thing in dancing is the atmosphere, especially at a family dance like this. Everyone just has to have fun. Whether the dance is right or not is secondary.

Old Koehler, at least the clothes should be more formal, right? Wearing a sweater, jeans, and sneakers to dance ballroom dancing is not the same thing; when it gets hot, take off the sweater and dance in a cotton shirt.

Wang Qiyao (laughing) You are exaggerating.

Old Koehler, you haven’t seen them dancing in the hot weather, that would be scary. Wearing shorts; barefoot, wearing plastic sandals, not dancing Latin dance, but riding a tricycle.

Wang Qiyao (tolerantly) It’s no wonder they are all people of my daughter’s age. They haven’t seen anything before. If they see more in the future, it will be fine.

Lao Kele (interested) What was the etiquette of dancing in the past?

Wang Qiyao In the past, people usually went to dance halls to dance, and only more Western-style families held family dances. If you really want to be particular about it, first of all, the lights cannot be so dim; also, beer is not on the table, at least a few bottles of champagne must be opened.

I brought a bottle of Lao Koehler champagne today, but there was no "bang" sound when I opened it, and there was no energy!

Wang Qiyao (shaking her head, smiling bitterly) Out of shape.

Old Koehler became more interested. He moved his bags and clothes off the sofa and sat down opposite Wang Qiyao. He didn't want his butt to sink in all of a sudden and almost spilled the tea.

Wang Qiyao, be careful...

Old Koehler, this sofa... (shakes his head and sighs) It's just a name, it's really a name.

Wang Qiyao What is the name in vain?

Old Koehler Everything is in the name of the name, champagne, balls, sofas... Only you make me feel that tonight's trip is worthwhile.

Wang Qiyao, have you always been so exaggerated?

Old Koehler (ignored and sighed with emotion) Well, it seems to me that Shanghai is out of shape now. There are no trams anymore, and the nanmu floor tiles on Nanjing Road had been lifted up more than 20 years ago and replaced with cement...

Wang Qiyao (laughing) It looks like you? Have you seen it? You are in your twenties ?

Old Koehler (didn’t answer, but continued to sigh) The Western food in the Western restaurant is also out of shape, the cups and plates are all missing, the cream is overnight, and the potato salad smells rancid. ; Chinese restaurants rely on lard and MSG, which can make you lose your eyebrows; Ronghualou’s lard and vegetable rice is either burnt or burnt; Qiaojiazha’s glutinous rice dumplings are either short of filling or missing; there are so many varieties of Mid-Autumn moon cakes. Times, the most basic bean paste mooncake, the bean paste inside is not shelled.

Wang Qiyao, you are quite good at eating.

As for what Lao Koehler is wearing, the shoulders and back of his suit are not made to fit snugly. The lining of his tie is mediocre. Almost everyone on the street wears one, but it is a three-piece. The fabric of the cheongsam has been lost for a long time, and the beauty of weddings is overwhelming, but it is vulgar to the extreme. It is also a style, the style of a country bride...

Wang Qiyao (sympathetically) What's good? Things can't stand up to so many. Once there are too many, they will become indiscriminate, and they will become coarse even if they are not thick.

The most important thing about Lao Kele is that people have become coarser. There are so many people on the street who speak foul language, spit everywhere, quarrel and fight at every turn while riding in a car or shopping. .

Wang Qiyao Yes, I am a little scared to go out now. (Looking at him again) I can't see that you have these thoughts at such a young age.

Old Koehler (somewhat melancholy) is not young anymore. Almost twenty-seven.

Wang Qiyao is still young.

Old Koehler (thoughtfully) Sometimes, I really feel that I have lived too long, too long.

Wang Qiyao (almost spitting out the tea) looks like the real thing.

Old Koehler Perhaps it is the roads in the West District of Shanghai that really understand me. I often come and go there, and the trees shade me. This tree shade also has a history and has blocked the sun for a hundred years; I just love the feeling of walking back in time there. I thought about what it would be like to have a tram track on the road. The wooden benches facing each other in the tram were all black and white silent movies. The building of the old hotel had words in the bricks and stones. Yes, if you read it patiently, you can read about the past. (Stands up and walks back and forth) I also know the roads in the East District of Shanghai. All roads lead to the river bank. The scenery is rougher and more refreshing than that in the West District. The black and white movies are different, they are blockbusters, and the old wind and rain are also violent. The flying gulls have no time, just like the pigeons, what I want is that there is no time; the customs bell is ringing, and the ringing is the same as it was ringing decades ago. I was walking on the road, and the wind blew in my face. It was the deformed wind that squeezed through the cracks in the buildings. I remained calm, but my heart was active, and I even felt like singing and dancing. Old Shanghai.

Wang Qiyao (stands up and pours tea) The old Shanghai you are talking about is the old Shanghai in the movie; how would you know the real old Shanghai.

Old Koehler (seriously) I suspect that I am actually a person from decades ago. He probably died an unexpected death and was reincarnated. His destiny is not yet over, so the old scene is unforgettable.

Wang Qiyao (had to pretend to be serious) What basis do you have?

Old Koehler’s basis is that I always think of Shanghai decades ago for no reason. What does old Shanghai have to do with me? Sometimes I am walking on the road, walking well, and suddenly my eyes blur, as if I have gone back to the past: the women are all in dresses and cheongsams, the men are in suits and top hats, and the trams are clanging. "Gardenia, white orchid" kept ringing; I myself became an old man, the kind of well-behaved man who parted his hair, carried his briefcase, and went to work in a foreign company with a good wife at home.

Wang Qiyao (laughing) Is there a good wife at home? What kind of good wife?

Old Koehler (ignore her and continue) One day, I took the tram to work as usual. Unexpectedly, the tram There was a gun battle on the street. Wang's puppet agent was chasing Chongqing elements. They opened the car and chased them from one end to the other. Unfortunately, I was shot in the cold and died...

Wang Qiyao, are you from here? Seen from the TV series.

Old Koehler I am really a wronged soul, and I am unwilling to accept it, so now, I am the same person as I am now, but my heart is the heart of the past. You see, I just like things from the past, people from the past, and the feeling of déjà vu.

Enter Changjiao and Zhang Yonghong. Zhang Yonghong is in her twenties, very beautiful, and her clothes are the most fashionable at that time, but not tacky. She is less than thirty years old with long legs, wearing a slim pullover, jeans and sneakers underneath.

My long legs are so hot! I’m sweating too! (I took off my jumper all of a sudden to reveal my cotton sweater)

Wang Qiyao and Lao Kele couldn’t help but look at each other and smile.

What are you laughing at, Long Feet? (Give Zhang Yonghong a bottle of Coke, pick up the beer and drink it yourself)

Zhang Yonghong (sensing something, kicked Long Feet) put on clothes , what does it look like?

Although Long Foot was reluctant, he still put on his coat obediently.

Wang Qiyao (pointing to Old Koehler) He is saying that you should not wear jeans and sneakers.

Long legs Why? My jeans are "Piaoma" and my sneakers are "Nike".

Zhang Yonghong is Lao Kele, who can compare with him?

Wang Qiyao, Lao Kele? Are there still Lao Kele now? Those were people from 20 to 30 years ago. So called.

Zhang Yonghong He is the old Koehler in the 1980s. Weiwei’s mother, you don’t know how “Kile” he is. While others are busy buying stereos, he listens to old records; while others are fashionable "Nikon" and "Minolta", he plays "Rorex" 120; he wears a mechanical watch and drinks a small pot of coffee; he uses a shaver. I shaved with beard cream, played with an old-fashioned slide projector, wore boat shoes, hunted for secondhand goods, and picked up garbage...

Old Koehler (interrupting) Do you know what this house here is called?

Who doesn’t know about long legs? Alice Apartment.

Old Koehler Yes, but it also has another name, called "Socialite Apartment".

Zhang Yonghong (Interested) Courtesan Apartment? In the past, all the people living here were "social butterflies"?

Old Koehler I don't say all of them, but there are quite a few. (Ask Wang Qiyao) Are you right?

Wang Qiyao (turns away) How do I know?

Old Koehler I know. Many of the women who lived here in the past were kept by powerful men.

Is it Zhang Yonghong? (Inspecting the room, as if looking for traces of the past)

Don’t look for it, Longjiao. Those women have died long ago. Let’s go. 's gone.

Zhang Yonghong Weiwei’s mother, is Lao Kele right?

Wang Qiyao, ask him, he lived here.

Zhang Yonghong, have you lived here? When?

Wang Qiyao’s previous life. At that time, he was a powerful man who married a socialite. (I wanted to laugh, but didn’t laugh out loud)

Zhang Yonghong He was dreaming! I know that he dreamed about that kind of life, but unfortunately he was born at the wrong time, so he had no choice but to cherish nostalgia and live a happy life.

There is no need to be nostalgic for long legs, are you tired? Now as long as you have money, you can still buy a "golden bird". Aunt Wang, do you think so?

Wang Qiyao just pretended not to hear.

Zhang Yonghong (kicks Longjie) How dare you!

Longjie (accompanying a smiling face) I didn’t mean that I...

Old Kele (angrily) ) You are vulgarizing things. How can today's "golden bird" compare with those women in the past? They are far behind.

Those women in the past were not only beautiful, but more importantly, they had temperament, cultivation, and content. Take the women who live in Alice's apartment. Guess who is the most famous among them?

Who is Zhang Yonghong?

Old Koehler was born in 1946 The first place in "Miss Shanghai" was named Wang Qiyao!

Wang Qiyao was shocked.

Zhang Yonghong Wang Qiyao? Hey, Weiwei’s mother, aren’t you also called Wang Qiyao? You are the person Lao Kele is talking about. (Laughing)

Wang Qiyao was stunned, clutching the armrests of the sofa with both hands, speechless; Zhang Yonghong was startled, and Lao Kele and Changjiao also looked at Wang Qiyao.

Zhang Yonghong (thought she was angry) Sorry, Weiwei’s mother, I was joking.

Lao Kele (with respect) Maybe it’s really you...

Zhang Yonghong (glance at Lao Kele) Stop joking!

Lao Kele (approaching Wang Qiyao) It's you, right?

Wang Qiyao (silent, eyes sliding across his face, looking into the distance) You were wrong, not the first place, but the third place name.

Old Koehler (excitedly) Yes, yes, I remembered it wrong, you were in third place. People call you "Miss Third"...

Zhang Yonghong (excitedly) So Is it true? Mom Weiwei, are you really the "Miss Shanghai"?

Of course it is true that the long legs (as if you already knew it) are true.

Zhang Yonghong (somewhat aggrievedly), you have never mentioned such a big thing to me!

Wang Qiyao, what is the reason for mentioning Chenniansugu?

How can we not mention such a glorious thing about Zhang Yonghong? (Excitedly) Come on, everyone, look who I invited? The "Miss Shanghai" of 1946! Come and listen to her Say!

The young people rushed up and surrounded Wang Qiyao.

Wang Qiyao (displeasedly) Zhang Yonghong, what are you doing? Treat me like a rare animal exhibit?

Zhang Yonghong (coquettishly) No, we all want to hear what you said about those years The matter of choosing "Miss Shanghai".

Everyone responded enthusiastically. Wang Qiyao was silent.

Old Koehler (relief point) is for me.

Zhang Yonghong Who wants you to say it? Mother Weiwei, it’s up to you.

Long Legs Aunt Wang, please tell me briefly.

Wang Qiyao (shaking her head, standing up) really has nothing to say. Sorry, I'm a little tired. I'll take my leave now. (Goes to get his coat and bag)

Old Koehler (puts on her coat in a gentlemanly manner, and then hands her the bag) I'll take you back.

Wang Qiyao (laughing) No need, I know you are a gentleman.

Zhang Yonghong walked away, leaving only Lao Kehler, recalling the scene just now; the dance music started again, an old Shanghai song with a slow three beats, a little melancholy and a little vicissitudes of life; Lao Kehler Le listened carefully, slowly raised the cup used by Wang Qiyao, and danced alone...fading.

2. Act 1 [In 1946, Wang Qiyao stayed at Jiang Lili’s house to participate in the beauty pageant, and Mr. Cheng enthusiastically helped her]

Wang Qiyao, I think, in the previous two appearances, I will Wearing a red suit and a green suit to get the last white suit, Mr. Cheng, can you tell me the story?

Mr. Cheng, you understand what I mean. However, how can red be a red method? How can green be a green method? We need to think carefully. (Feeling that Jiang Lily has been left out, she walks to her side) Lily, please play the piano slowly first and help us think about it together.

Jiang Lili (stopped playing the piano, but did not move her body) I am color blind.

Wang Qiyao, think about it slowly, don’t be in a hurry. I want to go back and see my mother. I have lived here for more than a month and have never been back.

Jiang Lili (hurriedly ran to Wang Qiyao) Can’t you not go back? If you go back, I will be bored. If you miss your mother, I'll call her and ask her to come, okay?

Wang Qiyao No, I'd better go back and come soon.

Jiang Lili, don’t go back today, okay? By the way, I have an idea. You are right, use red and green to set off the last white. The first time you play, you wear a bright red cheongsam; the second time you play, you wear a green suit. Mr. Cheng, are you right?

Mr. Cheng, it’s okay.

Jiang Lili (frustrated) How could something not happen again?

Mr. Cheng Red and green are naturally the extreme colors, but it also depends on where they are used. Yaoyao's beauty is subtle, a kind of silent beauty, you have to calm down and taste it carefully...

Jiang Lili (not without jealousy) You taste it very carefully.

Wang Qiyao (smiles and hits Jiang Lili) Don’t make random nonsense.

Mr. Cheng (talking to himself) Red and green are decisive colors that cannot be looked at with human eyes. Too strong will be a bad thing. It will cover up Yaoyao's lightness and not mention it. It takes away Yaoyao's beauty, and it's not too strong but not too strong. If you use the color of taking a step back, being a little humble, and taking care of each other with Yaoyao, you call me and I answer, hold hands, and work together, maybe you can achieve a strong effect. Therefore, I suggest using pink for red. Pink and Yaoyao's charm make it a delicate beauty. [Wang Qiyao and Jiang Lily look at each other and smile. Wang Qiyao's smile was shy; Jiang Lili's smile was a little forced.

Mr. Cheng (continued) Green is apple green. Although it is a bit rustic, fortunately the style of the suit can cover it up

The apple green and Yaoyao freshness can create a lively beauty.

[Both Wang Qiyao and Jiang Lili tried their best to avoid touching each other's eyes.

Mr. Cheng (satisfied) Two ladies, how do you think you can?

[They didn’t seem to hear what he said. Jiang Lily played the piano again.

Mr. Cheng (inexplicably) Hey...Am I wrong?

3. The second act [After liberation, the attic where Wang Qiyao lived alone, Wang Qiyao gave birth to a daughter, and Cummingsun visited]

[The Queen Mother came up with a stern face, carrying a thermos bottle, and left. Entering the room, she placed the hot water bottle on the cradle. The baby cried again. Wang Qiyao hurriedly went over to check on it, her hands busy in the cradle.

Wang Qiyao and Kang Mingxun, give me a piece of fresh shit cloth.

Cummingson (happily) OK!

[He picked up a piece of shit rag and walked towards the cradle.

Wang Mu (suddenly) Put it down!

[Cummingson and Wang Qiyao were both stunned. Cummingsun stood blankly in the middle of the room, holding the shit cloth.

Wang Mu (took the shit cloth from his hand) How could you ask your husband to do such a thing?

Cummingson It doesn't matter, I'm free anyway...

Wang Mu (ignoring him and pointing at Wang Qiyao) Do you understand the rules? He is a gentleman, how can he touch such things like feces and urine? If someone treats you politely and treats you as a person, you think it is a blessing and it will show up on your face. This is called ignorance!

[Wang Qiyao threw away her hands, sat on the bed, and burst into tears.

The Queen Mother (even more angry, threw the shit cloth on Wang Qiyao's face) gives you a shameless face, so she makes herself inferior. This inferiority is all made by her own family, and she must go down. , no one else can help me! (He also picked up a handkerchief to wipe his tears)

[At that moment, three of the four people in the room were crying, and Cummingsun was stunned.

Cummingson (naaa) Auntie, don’t be angry, Wang Qiyao is an honest person...

Wang Mu (sneered) Sir, you are a sensible person, you know that Wang Qiyao is honest. She is indeed honest, and she has no choice but to be honest. What if she is not honest? How can it be?

Comingson: This...Wang Qiyao is still in confinement, we can't be sad...

Queen Mother Huh, huh, Wang Qiyao is still in confinement, I didn't know. She doesn't have a man, so how can she just have confinement? Sir, please explain this to me!

[Cummingson is ashamed. Wang Qiyao stopped crying and stood up to change the baby's poop

cloth. The baby stopped crying.

Wang Qiyao (coldly) Mom, you said I don’t understand the rules, but don’t you yourself also don’t understand the rules?

In front of the guests, you talk about these revealing gossips as if they really have nothing to do with them. This is what you call trampling on me! It’s also your own family. Good or bad, I will always be your daughter.

Queen Mother, you...

Wang Qiyao (interrupting) Mr. I really think highly of me before you come to see me. I won’t have any wrong thoughts, and neither should you. Thinking about it, I

I don’t dare to say anything else in my life, but I always rely on myself! This time you are burdened and serve me as confinement, and I will repay you.

4. The third act [In the 1980s, the attic where Wang Qiyao lived alone, Lao Ke La stayed alone to chat with Wang Qiyao after everyone left]

Lao Ke La (lowering his head to fiddle with things) The tea cup and saucer in my hand) When I come to you, I really feel like I have stepped back in time.

Wang Qiyao How much time can you turn back? Could it be poured back into mother's belly?

Lao Ke La No, go back to the previous life.

Wang Qiyao (laughing, waving her hands quickly) Stop talking about it, you’re talking about reincarnation again. I know that in your last life, you were a good man with a good wife and a good business.

[Both laughed.

Lao Ke La (seriously) Actually, I was not that kind of person in my last life.

Wang Qiyao changed again? Think about it before you talk.

Lao Kra, I was a high-ranking official of the Kuomintang and a soldier in my last life. I later died on the Huaihai battlefield, leaving behind my most beloved woman. I couldn’t let go of her. In the dark, I Her soul has been worrying about her, but she has no choice but to go to the poor green and fall to the underworld, life and death are separated by a vast distance. So, I begged God to let me reincarnate and return to the world. For the past twenty years, I have been looking for her and always wanted to return to her...

Wang Qiyao, okay, stop talking. Like the real thing.

Old Kra, I would rather it be true.

Wang Qiyao It’s a pity that it’s not true.

Old Kra, what if it is true?

Wang Qiyao, you are really crazy.

Lao Ke Lao (as if explaining something) I was happy about the atmosphere at that time.

Wang Qiyao Yes, the atmosphere is good, but the people are old-fashioned.

Lao Ke La is not...

Wang Qiyao is not what?

Lao Ke La, I don’t think you are old.

[Wang Qiyao smiled, a little reluctantly. As if to prove something, Lao Kra approached her and raised his hand to touch her hair. Wang Qiyao smiled again and lightly dusted the hand given to him, but he refused and held her hand instead.