Me and my Jianghu Tavern

Greeting Xiaoqi, one person and one cat walked towards the downtown area, where it was even more lively.

Zhang Ming held Xiaoqi in his arms and came to a Goulan for singing.

The opera actors in Goulan sing about the love of children, and the storytellers talk about love, hate, and sorrow.

Zhang Ming walked into the fence, and there were no empty seats in the audience, so Zhang Ming had to stand and watch.

"Meow." Xiaoqi stretched out his paws to cover his ears, the singing voice was very loud, and he couldn't bear it.

"You want to go? But I really want to hear the play."

Zhang Ming had no intention of leaving. He had a different feeling for opera. When he was a child, there would always be opera troupes who would come to their square to sing during Chinese New Year. He liked to listen to it since he was a child.

It's just that I haven't heard it for a long time after work, and I still miss it when I say it.

Zhang Ming was afraid that Xiao Qi would disappear, so he hugged it tightly. Xiao Qi had no choice but to cover his ears with the pads.

Chapter 45: Peony Pavilion

His steps are like a gentle breeze blowing willows, and his mouth is like a swallow whispering.

Looking up, there is a rainbow-like bridge flying in the misty and rainy place, and a red-sleeved daughter is quietly independent by the bridge.

Her clear eyes were like water, her dark eyebrows were like smoke, and there was a hint of sadness between her eyebrows.

That pure, that is sad, just like the spring breeze on the lake in the sky, there are some falling flowers.

"It turns out that the colorful blooms are all over the place, and they are all ruined like this. But what a beautiful day and a beautiful day, who's house is there to enjoy?"

Float dressed in water sleeves, and sang out of the Peony Pavilion.

The melodious voice, the more melodious the more melodious, is indescribable in the ears, like drizzle dripping, and like apricot flowers blowing on the face.

"It's Fujian opera."

Zhang Ming listened to the actors singing on the stage. Hokkien opera was sung in the local dialect of Jian'an, and he could barely understand some of it. However, he used to listen to Henan opera most when he lived in Jiangsu and Zhejiang.

Every place in opera has its own style, which is why there are differences between Peking Opera and Huizhou Opera.

Drama belongs to a local custom, and the closer to life, the more it can be praised by the public.

"Does Fujian opera also sing "The Peony Pavilion"?"

Although Zhang Ming didn't understand it very well, he could probably guess it from the spirit of the characters and the plot.

In fact, Peony Pavilion is a repertoire of Kunqu Opera, but I don’t know why Fujian Opera is also sung, probably because of the difference between the two worlds.

The Peony Pavilion describes the story of the official daughter Du Liniang falling in love with Liu Mengmei, a scholar in her dream.

Zhang Ming suddenly remembered a poem he had heard.

I don't know where it started, and it goes deep. The living can die, and the dead can live.

Those who are born but cannot die, and those who are dead but cannot be resurrected are not the ultimate in love.

There must be nothing in Diyun's theory, but there must be something in An's knowledge.

"This girl really brought Du Liniang to life." Zhang Ming took a deep breath, every look and every movement was just right.

There is no lack of rebellion in keeping the etiquette, and there is mostly toughness in the gentleness.

Du Liniang on the stage sang vividly, and her eyes looked exactly like the Du Liniang in Zhang Ming's mind.

Every time he got emotional, Zhang Ming almost couldn't help crying.

One sad, one happy, one shakes sleeves, one kneels, one bows and one kowtows.

A frown, a smile and a look back, a moment of rest for a lifetime.

From this point of view, the actor is not a low-level actor.

People who love to listen to operas love the spirit and spirit of the horns on the stage, whether it is a mighty cry or a slap in the face, or a tactful confession, no matter whether the singing is bad or good, the audience will always praise "good".

"it is good!"

"This character is really amazing, this is Du Shiniang in my heart."

"Simply sang too well."

"Those eyes are amazing."

The crowd applauded.

It turned out that the actor who played Du Shiniang was a newcomer, and it was her first time on stage today, which surprised everyone.

After a while, the Peony Pavilion came to an end, and everyone was still unsatisfied, and Zhang Ming was also intoxicated.

Looking at the people around him, Zhang Ming thought, maybe this is the charm of opera.

"Meow." Xiao Qi felt that her ears were going crazy.

It can't bear the sharp and piercing voice. Why do humans like to listen to these things? I don't understand.

"Okay, okay, I'll finish singing right away, and leave after singing." Zhang Ming smiled, he felt that watching one show today was enough.

In a peony pavilion, there were no empty seats in the audience, more than a hundred people cheered again and again, and everyone was attentive. This kind of atmosphere is what opera should be like.

Perhaps this is the purest aspect of opera, not just blind feelings.

The next show will no longer be an opera, but a storytelling. Zhang Ming is not interested in this, and it is getting late. He plans to visit Jian'an City more.

There are lanterns everywhere on the street, although it is night, it seems like day.

Jian'an City at this time is really beautiful to the extreme.

Zhang Ming picked up the gourd and took a sip of wine, and strolled leisurely in this busy city. The streets were full of people, and if one wasn't paying attention, he might not be able to find his way.

"It's so lively." Zhang Ming muttered, but he wanted to buy some gadgets.

"Meow……"

Xiaoqi was very helpless, Zhang Ming hugged it tightly, unable to move, which made it very uncomfortable, and it couldn't sleep because of the noisy surroundings.

Alas, it's really hard to go out with this kid.

But this is not the busiest place yet. Zhang Ming walked towards the lake, which is the most crowded place, and he didn't know what happened.

"Brother Zhang!"

Suddenly, Zhang Ming heard someone calling his name behind him, he looked back and saw Gu Qingshan among the figures.

"Brother Zhang, what a coincidence. I didn't expect to meet you. Is the tavern closed tonight?"

"Come out for a walk, even if the door is open, there may not be any guests coming at night."

"By the way, why are you alone today?" Zhang Ming asked.

Gu Qingshan said: "Miss Linglong has important things to do, and old man Huang doesn't like too much noise, so I'm alone."

"Okay, so where are you going?"

"Just turn around."

"Okay." Zhang Ming nodded, he suddenly remembered something, and asked: "By the way, didn't you say there is an Oiran Grand Competition, why didn't I see it all the way?"

"Brother Zhang doesn't know?" Gu Qingshan asked in confusion.

To be honest, Zhang Ming really didn't know what was going on with this Oiran Grand Competition, and he had never seen anything related to it along the way.

Afterwards, Gu Qingshan explained.

The oiran competition in Jian'an City every year is indeed led by Qingyulou.

It's just that the location is not fixed, most of the people participating in the competition are girls from Goulan and brothels, and are recommended by the people below to Qingyu Tower.

When the opera was sung in the Goulan, the big competition of the girls in the brothel playing the zither had already begun.

In fact, there is no exact place for the Oiran Dabi, as long as there are places with Goulan and brothels.

Until the last day, Qingyulou will announce the results of the big competition, and the famous Goulan or brothel will be full at that time, and the rewards will continue.

"Is that so..."

Zhang Ming suddenly remembered the actor who sang the Peony Pavilion in Goulan, and he still remembered those eyes.

"Yeah, by the way, Brother Zhang, where are you going?" Gu Qingshan asked.

Zhang Ming shook his head and said, "I don't know either. I'm just going to a place with a lot of people. I think it's very lively in front of me, so I want to take a look."

"In front?" Gu Qingshan looked over, and he continued: "That's Yuqiong Tower, it's okay to listen to the piano outside, but it might be a bit difficult to go in."

"How to say?"

"This Yuqiong Tower is the work of the City Lord's Mansion. Most of the people in it are high-ranking officials and dignitaries. Ordinary people can't get in."

"Is that so." Zhang Ming paused, then asked, "Restaurant?"

Gu Qingshan nodded, then shook his head again, and said: "Well, there are mostly rich kids in Yuqionglou, and the women inside just rely on folk art to please them, which is better than some brothels."

Hearing what he said, Zhang Ming finally understood.

This place, it turned out that this place was prepared by those dignitaries.

"However, the Yan girl in Yuqiong Tower is super skilled at playing the piano. I think she should be playing the piano today, otherwise there wouldn't be so many people listening outside the building."

"Who is this?"

"It is said that he was the leader of last year's competition."

Chapter 46: Xiao Qi got lost

"Zheng."

The melodious sound of the piano came from Yuqiong Building.

There were many people outside Yuqiong Building, as if they were infected by the sound of the piano, they closed their eyes and listened carefully.

The breeze blew by the lake, and everyone was intoxicated by the sound of the piano, like fairy music, lingering and forgetting to return.

Playing a song, everyone seems to be pulled into the gentle village.

It sounds like a spring in a mountain stream, like a bell ringing around a ring.

The voice of the ethereal is reminiscent of the orchids in the valley, and the voice of the ancients is against the wind where the clouds are.

However, halfway through the playing, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

"Why don't you finish playing?"

"It's so wonderful, how can it be so wonderful."

"Xianle..."

Everyone's thoughts were interrupted, and they felt a little regretful. Such a piano sound was rare in the world.

Zhang Ming opened his eyes and sighed a little, this woman is really amazing.

I don't know how many people have been intoxicated by this song. It's really not just talking about the transcendence of piano skills.

"How does Brother Zhang feel?"

Gu Qingshan didn't feel anything, he had listened to it once before, and the second time he listened it was not as amazing as before, and he was not interested in these things.

"It's okay, I just don't understand."

Zhang Ming always felt that the sound of the piano had a feeling of deja vu, but it seemed that he couldn't explain it clearly.

"do not understand anything?"

Zhang Ming thought about it and decided to forget it. He shook his head, thinking that he might be overthinking, so he smiled and said, "It's nothing."

Gu Qingshan glanced at him, and didn't ask any more questions, anyway, Brother Zhang is a weirdo.

When Xiaoqi rubbed against Zhang Ming in a daze, she got out of Zhang Ming's arms and jumped to the ground.

Zhang Ming was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, and shouted: "Hey, Xiao Qi, what are you doing, come back to me."

"Meow." Xiao Qi ignored him at all and walked through the crowd to the front.

Seeing this, Zhang Ming immediately chased after him. He was really afraid that Xiao Qi would get lost with so many people. Cats are not a pleasant thing among the crowd in this world.