Ode to Pear Blossoms Part 1

When I came to the north house of the Yuan family before, I followed the fat man to "steal food", and I just wanted to leave quickly without being seen. I didn't look at the furnishings here at all. Now that I followed Yuan Wangchun into the house, Yi Zhen suddenly felt a little different Especially when he saw the picture of a lady looking forward to spring hanging above the hall, with the four big characters "ancestor of a hundred operas" written next to it, Yi Zhen liked it more and more.

Yuan Wangchun sat on the chair and took a sip of tea, looked up at Yi Zhen, thinking that Xu Lao Liu had the right thoughts, who else would he want to hide from his little thoughts?It's just that he saw the shadow of his past in this child.

Yi Zhen was very much like Xu Dehai who had just entered the troupe. When he saw Xu Dehai getting off the car with Yi Zhen in his arms that morning, Yuan Wangchun suddenly felt that the time had returned to 20 years ago.

At that time, Xu Dehai was also a ten-year-old boy. He was learning Kunqu Opera at his own place, and his voice was crisp and melodious. A young boy who had not grown up needed to have good looks and understanding. At that time, there were thirty or so children, and he was the only one who insisted on it. After coming down, he finally became Liang Mosheng's last apprentice and entered the Liyuan.

Liang Mosheng is dead, otherwise, if he sees his disciples mixed up with this kind of virtue now, he will probably jump out of his ancestral grave.

Today's Xu Dehai is not even a semi-finished product, and he is only one step away from a waste product. He sees that Yi Zhen sees hope, and this faint hope is like a snowball after entering the autumn garden.

Yuan Wangchun put down his teacup and said, "Since you want to learn opera, let's listen to it first."

Yi Zhen thought for a while, and then sang a song "The Past Things" taught in school. After singing two lines, Yuan Wangchun waved his hand: "If you don't listen to this, is there anyone else?"

Yi Zhen thought about it, and he didn't know any songs at all. Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and said, "I heard a song called "Ode to Pear Blossom" by my brothers and sisters in Qiuyuan a few days ago. I'm not good at it."

Yuan Wangchun raised his eyebrows: "Sing and listen?"

Yi Zhen swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and imitated Chen Qingyuan's tune that day, and sang a few lines.

Yuan Wangchun knew that this child had no foundation in opera, and he didn't even know how to use his voice, but he had to admit that Xu Lao Liu had a unique vision, and this child was born with a good voice.

Yuan Wangchun said: "Zhen'er, whether you are learning Kunqu Opera or Peking Opera, you not only need to have a natural good voice, but more importantly, you must have the spirit of persevering and not afraid of hardship. Are you willing to endure hardship?"

Yi Zhen nodded.

Yuan Wangchun looked at the child's serious expression and smiled: "Little Pi Yazi, you are willing to suffer if you know everything, so tell me why you suffer? Study hard and get admitted to a good school. In the future, finding a big company is also a stable way out. These days It’s not as good as in the past, how can we not have a meal?”

Yi Zhen was puzzled by the question, thinking that Grandpa Yuan might be asking himself why he wanted to learn Peking Opera, so he said truthfully: "Uncle Xu and I, we both want to live in Qiuyuan. Uncle Xu doesn't have to play the erhu in the underground passage every day." .”

Yuan Wangchun paused the hand holding the teacup. The child's words were straightforward and naive, but Yuan Wangchun understood their situation with a few simple words.

Xu Laoliu wants Yi Zhen to learn opera because he wants to give him a way out, and because he has to learn.

In Qiuyuan, there are no children who eat for free, and Yi Zhen's existence is superfluous. The incident of Yi Zhen being bullied yesterday made Xu Laoliu understand that Yi Zhen's life will be better only if the people in Qiuyuan treat Yi Zhen as "one of them". will be better.

But Yi Zhen himself wants to learn opera not because he likes it, but because he doesn't want Xu Lao Liu to suffer any more.

Yuan Wangchun frowned his thick gray eyebrows. He knew that Xu Lao Liu was framed and paid more than [-] yuan in compensation. He didn't hear from him this year and only felt that he left in anger. He didn't expect it to be so miserable.But even in such a miserable situation, he was still willing to use all his savings to let this child learn opera... Yuan Wangchun suddenly felt that Xu Lao Liu was a fool asking for trouble.

Yuan Wangchun said: "Okay, from now on, come over every morning after breakfast, singing, practicing, doing, playing, everything needs basic skills, if you can hold on, you come, if you can't hold on, tell Yuan Grandpa said, we don't have to learn this, understand?"

Yi Zhen nodded.The seven-year-old children looked the same on the outside, nodding and shaking their heads, they all looked the same ignorant and immature.

Yuan Wangchun was amused by the child's solemn expression. Today's times are not the same as before. In the past, poor children had no way out to learn opera. You can't blame others even if you are beaten to death by your master. Now you can't find a way to learn opera, and you can't get the public's attention even if you become famous. business.

In the final analysis, Yuan Wangchun felt that Yi Zhen's current situation was pitiful, pitiful and painful, and he could help him as much as he could. Sure enough, Zhen came to report on time at 08:30 every day.

Seeing Yi Zhen rushing to the next door after breakfast, Li Jiaqi murmured to Bai Bing, "Hey, why do you think he runs to Yuan's house every day?"

Chen Qingyuan sneered: "What else can you do, finally have Yuan Yi as a backer, why don't you hurry up and curry favor?"

Shao Xiaowu didn't like to hear what they said, but he was really afraid of Chen Qingyuan, so he dared not speak out.

Bai Bing stuffed her with a steamed bun: "We are here to learn opera, not to bully others. Yi Zhen is not to blame for what happened last time, so you should say less about him."

Shao Xiaowu said in a low voice, "That's right, since that incident, Yi Zhen hasn't paid much attention to me."

After hearing this, Chen Qingyuan put the bowl on the table vigorously: "Don't blame him? Then Yuan Yi didn't want to vent his anger on him, why would he play me together? I'll just keep talking here, this little thing is definitely not a fun thing."

Just as Bai Bing was about to say something, Li Jiaqi quickly gave her a wink to tell her to stop talking, and said with a smile: "I think it's good now, I can't see him all day long, we can't see him, we can't be bothered. Who will you curry favor with?"

Chen Qingyuan snorted coldly: "When there is a chance, I will let him go around without eating."

Yi Zhen turned a deaf ear to these things, and went to Yuan's house to learn opera every day. Sometimes Yuan Wangchun would wait at the door when he woke up late, calling out "Grandpa Yuan" respectfully, and then went to the side hall to practice leg pulling and smooth things over. , These things look simple, but they are actually very difficult for a child, boring and boring, but Yi Zhen can practice them over and over again silently.

Yuan Wangchun had seen such a serious and immature expression before, it was Xu Dehai 20 years ago.

Gradually, Yuan Wangchun was also inspired by him, and he really felt a bit more educated and more immigrant, but it was hard for Yuan Yi.

Yuan Yi originally looked down on Chen Qingyuan and deliberately helped Yi Zhen, but every day he heard the sound of hanging voices in the yard became mournful in his ears, and he really regretted letting Yi Zhen in at that time.

As far as operas are concerned, the pronunciation of Kunqu opera is extremely difficult to learn, and Yi Zhen always has inaccurate pronunciation.

This day, he couldn't bear it anymore and ran to the side hall covering his ears. When he saw Yi Zhen, he said, "Hey, can you keep your voice down? I just came back from playing football. I want to go back to sleep after taking a shower." It doesn't work, it's just babbling all day long, what's the difference with that Chen Qingyuan?"

Yi Zhen was a little embarrassed by what he said, so he spat out the stone in his mouth and said, "I'm sorry, Yuan Yi, I'll try to keep my voice down."

Yuan Yi watched him spit out something from his mouth, and fixed his eyes on it, it was a stone, which was dyed red.

"Is your blood on this stone?" Yuan Yi opened Yi Zhen's mouth, and he really saw that his mouth was already red, and some of his teeth were stained.

"Aren't you insane? Do you think your head is hanging from the beam and your buttocks are stabbed? As for that?"

Yuan Yi hurriedly took him into the house, found his broken jar of Yunnan Baiyao, and slapped Yi Zhen in his mouth regardless.

While hiding, Yi Zhen said, "Oh, what the hell is your ointment treating? It's rubbing your body and your mouth."

"You don't care where he rubs it, as long as it's useful?"

Yi Zhen licked the medicine just applied with his tongue, and said, "I'm sorry, have you been bothering you these days?"

Yuan Yi put the cap on the bottle and said, "Actually, it's nothing. Anyway, you won't bother me for a few days. I'll leave after the Spring Festival."

"Where are you going?"

"Hey, I have completed the procedures for going abroad, and I am going to study in the UK."

Yi Zhen was stunned: "Are you going to England?"

Yuan Yi nestled lazily on the sofa, playing with Luffy's figure in his hand: "Yes, my father, mother, sister and my sister-in-law are all in the UK, that's why grandpa refuses to go, otherwise we would have already It’s over there. Grandpa said that fallen leaves return to their roots, and I don’t want to go to other places when I’m old.”

"You have a younger sister?"

Yuan Yi smiled: "My younger sister is called Yuan Tong. She is very clever. She is about the same age as you. She only knows how to eat, drink and drink."

Yi Zhen suddenly felt uncomfortable for some reason, and said, "Do you want to go?"

"It doesn't matter where I am. It's good to be with my grandpa here, but it's also good to be with my parents there."

"Then, what about Grandpa Yuan? Isn't he the only one left in this yard?" Yi Zhen asked seriously.

Yuan Yi said: "Isn't there you? You are now half of my grandfather's apprentice. You can still accompany him after I leave."

Yuan Yi suddenly regained his spirits while talking: "Hey, I don't think you should go back to the Poqiu Garden, just stay in my room. Anyway, you have to learn opera, so you can accompany my grandpa when you come again."

Yi Zhen lowered his head and smiled, and replied, "No."

"why?"

"This is not my home."

Yuan Yi snorted, "Then Qiuyuan is your home?"

Yi Zhen shook her head: "No, neither."

When he returned to the South Room of Qiuyuan at night, he took out the box he brought from home from the cabinet, carried the box under the quilt at night, and while Xu Laoliu was asleep, he opened the box and took out a piece of paper from inside. photo.

It was an old photo of a family of three, a young man and a woman standing side by side, and the woman was holding a child who was several months old in her arms.

That woman was his mother in prison. As for the man, he had never seen him, but he knew that this was his father.

For children, home is where their parents are. Yi Zhen has not had a home for a long time.

At this time, Xu Laoliu suddenly turned over, said something in his sleep that he couldn't understand, and gradually began to snore.

Yi Zhen thought for a while, then put the box back in the cabinet, and fell asleep peacefully accompanied by Xu Lao Liu's intermittent, out of breath snoring, and even had a good night's sleep.