Every time I wear a book, I am forced to turn around

The weather is getting colder, and Yan Jinyun has a lot of things to do every day.Every morning, he locked himself in the small study, and his family thought he was studying, so naturally they wouldn't bother him.In the afternoon, he would start writing papers on communications reform.This project is done in cooperation with Wu Shen. Yan Jinyun is in charge of the theoretical part, and Wu Shen is in charge of the practical part. After the results are fully worked out, they will submit the results to the professors in the school. It is also a big project.

However, since Wu Shen has been in a fully enclosed laboratory recently, the practice he is in charge of is a little behind. Yan Jinyun wanted to wait for him, so he put more energy on Mr. Qiu.When the weather is fine, Yan Jinyun will use a wheelchair to push Grandpa Song to play in the small park.Then, relying on his personality charm, Yan Jinyun pulled a group of retired old men and old ladies to form a "Peking Opera Corner" in the park. They were all lovers, and anyone who wanted to sing could sing a few lines.

Grandpa Song took advantage of the situation and said that he should "get better". This is also reasonable. Under the careful care of his filial grandson, Grandpa Song returned to his hometown in a stable mood, so he controlled his illness. This statement sounds reasonable.The pathogenesis of senile dementia is not yet clear, and the symptoms after the onset are also different, and any situation is possible.

Grandpa Song cheerfully brought his most beloved Jinghu, and sat in a wheelchair to accompany everyone.He is good at playing Beijing Hu, and he has a lot of scores in his stomach. He can play many excerpts with his eyes closed. Fans in the "Peking Opera Corner" welcome him.However, everyone has preferences. When Grandpa Song listens to operas, he likes to listen to old-fashioned operas the most, and he likes to pull this.If even a few fanciers haven't sung old dramas, and he wants to hear it again, he will just pull up a section on his own.Who called him "senile dementia"?Whoever is sick is justified. At this time, someone has to come out and sing "I am watching the mountain view from the tower" along with the tune.

Yan Jinyun has accumulated some experience in previous missions, and he can sing Peking Opera. Although it is not up to the professional level, there is absolutely no problem with "pear blossoms bloom, spring brings rain, pear blossoms fall, and spring enters the mud".This is the libretto in the representative work of the Mei School, "Ode to the Pear Blossom", and "Ode to the Pear Blossom" is the theme song of the large-scale symphonic Peking Opera "The Imperial Concubine of the Tang Dynasty".

These days, entertainment life is too scarce.

Only a few people have TV sets in their homes, and radios are cheaper, but many people can't afford them.Because of the wave of educated youth returning to the city, many old people choose to retire early and give up their jobs to their children. They have a lot of leisure time. When they hear that there is a "Peking Opera Corner" in the park, they don't care if they can come. Fanciers for a period of time still only like to listen to operas, anyway, many people gather here every day.Even Jinghu came several times, not just Grandpa Song.

There is a La Jinghu who is not as good as Grandpa Song, but he is good at being a teacher. He always says he wants to teach Grandpa Song.Grandpa Song was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. As soon as the man spoke, Grandpa Song just went to Jinghu on his own and didn't even give him a look.Oh, Grandpa Song also relied on his "sickness" and loved to steal this person's work.For example, a fancier wants to come up with a section of "No jokes at this time", and the singer wants to ask the master to help out for a section. Just after the end was agreed, Grandpa Song just pulled it up on his own. Tell someone that I am the only one at this time, and I just robbed that person of his job.

Therefore, when Grandpa Song said, "My condition has improved, you don't have to wear skirts to be so happy", Yan Jinyun could confidently say, "Grandpa, I see that you are very happy pretending to be sick... I'm still happy!"

Hey, the old man in his 80s is so angry that he wants to hit someone.

The nearby residents all know about the Beijing Opera Corner.Because of Song Huaisen's relationship, the local police station had already been called. Even if some people still couldn't change their habit of secretly reporting people in the park for "illegal gatherings", they were unsuccessful. The Peking Opera corner became more and more prosperous.Gradually, this matter also reached Mr. Qiu's ears.

Mr. Chou hid behind a century-old tree, secretly listening to the voices from the Peking Opera Corner.

While eavesdropping, he also commented.Hey, this Jinghu has a good taste, and the Yueqin is not so good. Why is there no small sanxian, and the small sanxian is not difficult to learn... It just happened to catch up with Yan Jinyun singing "The Drunken Concubine", which is the one in "The Ice Wheel on the Sea Island", Mr. Qiu I was stunned when I heard it.This kid does have some talent, and his breath is really good.

Yan Jinyun sang a section, and the grandparents present applauded one after another, calling for another one.This level of fanaticism is really no worse than those boys and girls chasing stars in later generations.Yan Jinyun pretended to be shy and said, "Okay, then I'll make another one."

Yan Jinyun came up with a "suddenly heard the sound of the golden drum and the sound of the corner".

Mr. Chou thought bitterly, he said a few days ago that he would ask me to be his teacher, but first "The Drunken Concubine" and "Mu Guiying in Command" are all Mei School dramas!I really want to worship me as a teacher, why don't I see him teach himself some Xun school!

This Yan Jinyun had just finished singing, and everyone booed again. A grandma said with a smile: "You have one... oh, just that one, miss, miss, you are so handsome, Junrui, Junrui, you are so elegant... when I was young I love listening to this."

Mr. Qiu's ears became even more prickly.This is the libretto of "The Matchmaker"!

But he didn't want to, Yan Jinyun shook his head and said, "This can't come."

Mr. Qiu stomped his foot hard.It's not too difficult, isn't your teenage boy acting as a matchmaker at the right age? You don't need to make a fuss, it's just lively!Oh, you can come to the young concubine Yang Guiying, you can come to the old Mu Guiying, but you can't come to my little matchmaker?I'm so pissed off, do you have a teacher like you!

But I heard Yan Jinyun say: "This is really impossible. I want to learn the operas of the Xun School seriously, and I want to worship the teachers of the Xun School, so I don't dare to learn from the tape recorder by myself... If I miss it and learn bad things, It won’t be easy to change in the future.”

Mr. Qiu was stunned.

The old lady who said she liked to listen to the matchmaker said: "A serious apprenticeship? It's too time-consuming. Learning opera takes a lot of effort! One minute on stage, ten years of practice off stage, this is not a casual talk. Xiaoqiu, your grades are so good, National University has specially recruited you, why don’t you become a scientist to build rockets and satellites in the future? There is no future in studying drama.”

Mr. Qiu felt a pain in his heart.I clearly vowed never to sing again, but it still hurts to hear others say that learning opera is useless!

Those who can gather here are theater lovers.However, they all agreed with what the grandma said.Yan Jinyun blinked his eyes and said seriously: "However, Peking Opera is our national quintessence. Rockets and satellites are necessary, but the national quintessence cannot be lost. We have passed on the good things for hundreds of thousands of years. I really lost it. It will be difficult to find it again.”

Yan Jinyun said that traditional things cannot be lost, because this is our root.

The grandparents nodded after hearing this, but they were still not optimistic about the future of Peking Opera and sighed.A few people chatted and chatted and chatted, and one person said: "There is really a Xunpai descendant living in our place, it's a pity..."

"You mean Qiu Ming, right? It's really a pity."

"That guy in my family liked to listen to his dramas the most. As soon as the salary was paid, he went to catch up with him. I was still sore!"

"It's all because of his wolf-hearted apprentice. I heard that he was fine. As long as his apprentice reported him colluding with foreign forces, he was arrested. What a collusion, isn't it because foreign fans sent him letter!"

"If only he was still on stage!"

"If he still sings on stage, I'll go and cheer him on!"

"Where is it your turn! If he is still on stage, the tickets will be sold like crazy! Can you grab it?"

"Didn't it mean that his face was ruined and his voice was bad?"

Yan Jinyun hurriedly said: "No, no, I see that Mr. Qiu is fine, don't talk nonsense. I saw Mr. Qiu on the road a few days ago, and there was a scar on his face, but it didn't affect anything. Here, it's just a piece on the forehead. If the scars are on the left and right cheeks, it will really affect the expression, but on the forehead it will be fine. As for the voice... Mr. Cheng Yanqiu also had a bad voice back then, but he still created the Cheng school. Singing, partly depends on the voice , but also rely on the heart!"

Yan Jinyun didn't know that Mr. Qiu was eavesdropping, and he really meant what he said.He also said: "Don't always think that Mr. Qiu is a pity. When you see him from a distance, you will show sympathy on your face. This is not good. In my opinion, Mr. Qiu is only fifty this year. A good man lives a long life. There are still 50 years left. Even if Mr. Qiu really can’t sing anymore, he can still publish a book related to Peking Opera, why not pass on the classics? Mr. Qiu will definitely be fine in the future!”

Mr. Chou hid behind a tree and secretly wiped his eyes with his sleeve.

The grandparents present began to reminisce about the past. Some said that they skipped a day to listen to Mr. Chou's play, even if they were scolded by the leader the next day, it was worth it; some said that it was the first time they heard Mr. Chou's play. I immediately fell in love with him. When Mr. Qiu called the curtain, she followed the example of others and threw things on the stage. Others had prepared flowers and bracelets. Su threw it up... There were also people who had never heard of Mr. Qiu's play, and stomped their feet angrily: "I missed the good time! I didn't go to the venue to listen to it then, and now I don't have a chance."

Mr. Qiu still had some impressions of the bag of sugar cakes. They were thrown up from the audience forcefully. Although it was wrapped in a layer of oil paper, the inside was shattered into slag.Mr. Qiu had fun for a long time.When I think about it now, I still feel happy at that time.

At this moment, a few screams came from the small lake not far away.

One child fell into the water, and the other children were shouting for help.

Mr. Qiu ran over without even thinking about it. He was close to the lake, but before he jumped down to catch the child, his leg cramped, and the indescribable pain almost made him recover.A few seconds later, Yan Jinyun also ran there and jumped into the water without saying a word.The grandparents in the Peking Opera corner fell behind, and Grandpa Song fell last.

Seeing his grandson jumping into the water with his own eyes, Grandpa Song got anxious and stood up directly from the wheelchair.

People saw that the old man who was supposed to be in a wheelchair pushed his own wheelchair and ran fast.