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5.4 campus drama 2008-05-14 00: 09: 01original address:/u/51ff5b901009db9 [view original] V.4 (draft)

Time:

2 1 at the beginning of the century, on the afternoon of May 3rd.

Location:

A bustling and noisy street (the focus of the lens, a pirated book stand among hundreds of exhibition booths on the street).

Environment:

It's sultry, cloudy and sunny, which means thunderstorm, but it hasn't moved for half a thunder. There are shouts of vendors and bargains between buyers and sellers all around.

People in the play:

Xu Wei, a middle school student, is a little nosy and frivolous, but due to the decline of social atmosphere, he has been infected with a smooth mentality since he was a child.

Booksellers, who have been wandering around the society for many years, know some dark secrets of society, while others are nothing special, just like ordinary people-they love money.

Students (A, B, D), senior high school students, love Huang Yi's works even more than those compatriots who are obsessed with Korean dramas and Taiwanese dramas.

The proprietress of the clothing stall is a pure low-quality woman in a small town.

Clothing vendor, businessman.

Begging children, dirty, dark-skinned, with stunted upper body and deformed lower body, are children who use social dregs as begging tools.

Begging for the elderly, compared with begging for children, is an old beggar with exactly the same nature but the opposite means.

Girl, beautiful and fashionable, April Day on Earth.

Boys and girls' boyfriends are pure ignorant and boring, spending parents' money and wasting the earth's resources.

Other roles, two people like migrant workers, several pedestrians and vendors.

[curtain rises: the bookseller of the pirated bookstall leans against an old bamboo shed, lighting the money in his pocket in one hand and holding a nearly finished cigarette in the other. He squinted and smoked through his nostrils. Smoke is like fairy fog when the fairy comes. He continued to save money, which seemed quite relaxed. Two migrant workers squatted by the bookstall, leafing through books and periodicals with colorful patterns. Opposite the book stall is a short-sleeved stall selling fake famous brands. The boss shouted hoarsely with a broken microphone: "Come on, don't miss it when you pass by. This is the price of killing blood, 25 yuan for 25 yuan ... "The proprietress, while eating melon seeds, shook the messy clothes spread on the chopping board and muttered something in her mouth, turning a blind eye to the sparse customers. ]

[Four students slowly walk to the book stand]

Bookseller: (Seeing business, he rushes forward) Come on, this is Huang Yi's works area, (pointing to the place that says "Huang Yi's works area"-a small space separated from the book stall, dedicated to Huang Yi's "works", which is even more pitiful than Yelang). You see, these are just listed, and they are absolutely to your liking.

[Four students spread out, pick out their favorite books from Huang Yi's work area and look through them]

Begging old man: (struggling to the bookseller on crutches, whispering with a broken plate in his hand) Boss, please, give me some money (staring at the bookseller in a lower voice), please, give me some money?

Bookseller: (harsh voice) Go away, go away. I only earn a few dollars a day, which is not as good as you beggars. What age, there are so many beggars. Go away, go away and stay out of my business. Come on, who will be nice to me?

The beggar hesitated for a while, feeling bored, and slowly turned around and walked to the students. He shook the broken plate, and several coins in it made a low noise. He looked at student A with eager eyes.

Student A: (Before the beggar could speak, he walked into a narrow gap full of books with lightning speed. He picked up another book at random and escaped the entanglement of begging old people. ...

Begging the old man: (I didn't expect that his goal was to practice Lingbo micro-steps, so I had to transfer the object and give the student B some money)?

Student b: (squint at the old man and ignore him) ...

The begging old man stood for a while. Realizing that he couldn't get money here, he slowly left the bookstall. Go down. 〕

Bookseller: (It seems to be talking to itself and complaining. ) Those who have money can buy planes these days, while those who have no money can only risk their lives to make money. Now it is good to know which hole has drilled so many beggars. (I smoke a cigarette, take a deep breath, throw away the cigarette end in my hand and spit out a cigarette comfortably.) Old beggars, disabled beggars and able-bodied people also come to beg. What a society! ...

It's getting dark and windy.

Bookseller: This terrible weather. ...

Student A: Boss, five books are forty dollars? (Asking the nagging bookseller)

Bookseller: (in a surprised tone) Forty? Five books?

Student C and student D: (Echoing student A) Boss, just make some money.

Bookseller: Is it profitable? Fifty books? You see, this book is new, the first edition, platinum collection, (seeing the students' silence, it seems that they have to leave, and they quickly changed their tone) forty-five, plus five bills for you?

There was a dull thunder on the horizon, which lasted for a long time and it began to get dark. The voices of pedestrians around become more noisy]

Bookseller: (Looking up at the sky and continuing to ask the students) Do you want it? Are all these books new here? (Looking up at the sky again)

In a blink of an eye, the sky became more gloomy, a fine dust blew on the ground, and several colorful plastic bags floated into the sky. Pedestrians begin to stir]

Bookseller: (tirelessly) Do you want it?

Student D: Look again.

God forgot people's hesitation and dawdling in the sun, and simply dropped big drops of rain, and pedestrians completely rioted.

Booksellers no longer care about students, and they are not ready to clean up books spread out in the open air.

The students stood under the bookstore, left the bookseller alone and savored the plot in Huang Yi's works.

Student C: Look, look at this paragraph (pointing to student D, pointing to a paragraph in the book, reading softly-this is an excellent sexual description).

Student D: (with a contemptuous smile) I thought you found a new star. What's the big deal? It's true that children have never seen a rooster. Oh, it's rare. (Like an experienced scholar, bending down to pick up one) This one is everywhere. (Smiling contemptuously at student C again)

[student c is speechless]

[Xu Wei rushes into the bookshop]

Xu Wei: (Looking around, he seems disgusted) On this day, the weather forecast is not accurate.

After the bookseller tidied up the books, he shook off the rain left on his hair and clothes.

Bookseller: (full of anger) What a terrible weather forecast. It was reported that it was going to rain the day before yesterday. Today, it only rained a few times. Now it is better to say it. What a terrible weather forecast! Thieves pour into the kitchen!

Wei Xu: Boss ... (Watch something, stop it)

[The proprietress of the opposite clothing stall is cursing sharply: "Beggar, go away, it's disgusting, don't come to me, go away." When he said this, he kicked the beggar with his foot.

Xu Wei: (Seeing the opposite scene, whispering softly, but enough for the people around him to hear) It's really inhuman and unsympathetic. (trying to stop the proprietress's behavior)

[It's raining]

Bookseller: Oh, young man, mind your own business.

Hearing this, Xu Wei looked up at the bookseller and the people around him and hesitated.

The beggar climbed out of the booth like a snail, dirty mud dripped on the ground, and the beggar suddenly fell off the skateboard.

[The whole room is quiet, and everyone looks at the beggar]

Wife of the clothing stall: (I ate a melon seed and threw it to the beggar coldly) I don't know. There are all kinds of strange things these days, disgusting!

Xu Wei: (glancing at the boss's wife with disdain, but without saying a word, her feet have shrunk back) ...

[The beggar struggled to turn over and climbed onto the skateboard again. He held out his black hand and tried to find the coin that had fallen out of the tin can. The rain hit him. He looked back at everyone, but he was afraid to climb the bomb shelter. He walks on]

[The atmosphere at the scene is alive again]

Bookseller: I heard that this deformed child was abandoned when he was a baby.

Xu Wei: (curious) They were born like this?

Bookseller: (lighting a cigarette) Maybe. Some of them are inhuman (stop, he found himself using a word of current affairs), and those who have no conscience deliberately bend their legs into deformities. (smoking a cigarette)

Xu Wei: (Unbelievable) What?

Four students are holding books in their hands, but their ears are stretched out to listen to the anecdotes of booksellers.

Bookseller: (A puff of smoke comes out of his mouth, and a wisp of light smoke rolls up like a feather) Some are stolen babies, a few months old, with tender bones, which will break as soon as they bend.

Xu Wei: (stunned) What.

Bookseller: Then put them in the retort. These babies usually survive. In fact, at first, the broken lower body died, and the upper body grew desperately and grew into this deformed appearance. (Smoking) When you reach a certain age, you come out and beg for money.

Xu Wei: (The veins stood out suddenly) What-Yao-

Bookseller: Hey, is there such a thing? Who knows? I heard it from others, too. Only people in this business know.

Four students were fascinated by the interesting things told by the bookseller. Suddenly, the pile of quilts around them

Huang Yi's messy works fell to the ground with a crash. The ground is a pool of mud]

Bookseller: (Rushing forward, raising his voice) Have you rebelled? Don't buy books, forget to mess up my books. Now I hope all the books are on the floor. (Picking up some books) Look, look, they are all wet and dirty. What are you talking about? what do you think?

Student C: (Timid) We didn't mean to. That's great. why ...

Bookseller: (interrupting student C, frowning) What? What did you say?/Sorry? Look, it's all dirty. How to sell it?

Xu Wei: (Two steps forward) Boss, they didn't drop your book on purpose. So, how about they buy you some books, even if it's your price? (turns to students) What do you say?

Four students: (hesitates for a moment, then agrees) OK, OK, that's it.

Bookseller: (Angry) What's the good? How many books are there? Now that it's like this, no one will buy five yuan a copy. anyway/no matter what/ in any case ...

The students were angry when they saw the bookseller being such a scoundrel.

Xu Wei: (to students) Why is this such a trivial matter? Let's talk about it, boss (to the bookseller). You are kind and make money.

Bookseller: What, what?

Wei Xu: Boss, there are only a dozen dirty books here at most. You said no one bought five dollars, right? I think you can sell a copy of 7 yuan. Your businessman can't be as knowledgeable as our students. They buy you some books and pay you ten dollars (when the bookseller doesn't complain, he turns to the students for help). You can forget it. Everyone is a student, and students can bear hardships. (of booksellers) He does business and cares about the money.

The four students talked in a low voice and got together fifty dollars. Student Ding gave the money to the bookseller. student

When the bookseller was counting money, he stole Huang Yi's dirty works and walked into the rain.

Bookseller: (squints at the student with the intact book and suddenly looks up) Oh, count me in today!

Wei Xu: (Seeing that reconciliation between the two sides is easy) Boss, how much is this special price book? (hardcover John? Christophe ")

Bookseller: Fifteen dollars.

The rain didn't stop. The girl in fashionable clothes looks angry]

Boy: (opening the transparent umbrella and catching up in a hurry) That's just making trouble. Don't get wet in the rain

Girl: (without looking back) Let you go.

Boy: (grabbing his girlfriend's hand) I don't care about anything. Why don't you give me a reason?

Girl: (shaking off the boy's hand) Well, I'll give you a question that any fool can answer. If you can't answer, don't ask me any more reasons.

Boy: (cheerfully) Go ahead, what's the problem, as long as I know?

Girl: What day is tomorrow?

Boy: (thinking) Tomorrow?

Girl: Yes, tomorrow.

Boy: Tomorrow? Labor day, no, the day before yesterday was labor day. Yes, is it your birthday today?

Girl: You are worse than a fool!

Boy: (scratching his scalp) So ...

Girl: Tomorrow, May 4th. What date did you say? May 4th, May 4th Youth Day.

[The audience was silent. Four students who had walked five meters looked back at the girl. They seem to be saying to the girls.

A little surprised]

Wei Xu, the bookseller, the proprietress of the clothing stall and others all looked at the girls.

The rain wet the girl's cheeks, as well as her hair and clothes. Girls look down on boys.

Take a look. Go down. Boys chase girls, and some get off. 〕

Wei Xu: (Handing the bookseller a twenty-dollar bill hastily) Here you are, boss.

The bookseller handed the money to Wei Xu, took out his wallet and took out five coins.

[Xu Wei rushed into the drizzle with change. He ran to the beggar not far away, splashing rain behind him. He caught up with the beggar, bent down and put the coins in his hand in the tin can. There is a ringing sound in the tin can]

【 Beggars kowtow to Xu Wei, dirty little heads touch the ground with accumulated water, and a very irregular hydrosphere is scattered all over the place 】

-The stage is fading, under the curtain.