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Just talking about it, but Ye Ling didn't tell Xie Shuangchen which bus she took. Xie Shuangchen had no choice but to not go out at all on the seventh day of the lunar new year and waited at home.

Ye Ling arrived home around two o'clock in the noon, and Xie Shuangchen rushed out to greet her as soon as she heard movement at the door.The two met each other as they entered and exited, their eyes met, and neither of them spoke.

Because no one knows where the words come from.

"Back?" Xie Shuangchen spoke first, "Have you eaten?"

"Yeah." Ye Ling nodded, "I bought a piece of bread while waiting for the bus at the station."

Xie Shuangchen said: "Where can I eat bread? Just wait, I'll make you a bowl of noodles with fried sauce." He hurriedly walked into the kitchen, only to realize that there was no hair in the refrigerator, and turned out to pick up Putting on his clothes, he said, "There is nothing at home, I'll go out and buy some, just wait, I'll be back soon."

"Don't bother." Ye Ling said, "Business is not troublesome enough, what do you want with fried noodles? Who the hell?"

Once, Xie Shuangchen accidentally added salt twice when making noodles with fried sauce at home, but Ye Ling drank water for a whole day, and since then this stalk can't be over.

A word instantly pulled the two people who were still in the awkward stage back to the pyrotechnic life of firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea, and the estrangement dissipated a lot.Ye Ling took off his coat and rubbed his hands. When he came back from outside, the tip of his nose was red from the cold.Xie Shuangchen followed Ye Ling and muttered: "Tell Feng Feifei to bring back two bags of Baoding noodle sauce."

Ye Ling turned her head and asked, "Start work after the fifteenth day of the first lunar month?"

"Yeah." Xie Shuangchen said, "I wanted to be early, but I plan to change the headlights on the stage, so it will be a few days late."

"Change the light?" Ye Ling asked inexplicably, "What kind of light should I change?"

"Oh, look, I forgot to tell you." Xie Shuangchen patted his forehead, "I remember earlier that you thought the lights on the top were not bright enough. I have some spare money, so I might as well change it."

Ye Ling sighed, lowered her head and said in a low voice, "It's free."

The two fell into silence again. Xie Shuangchen took a step forward, grabbed Ye Ling's hand, and said, "I... miss you very much. What have you been thinking during this time?"

"What are you thinking?" Ye Ling raised his eyes and asked.

"It's about the two of us." Xie Shuangchen said.

This matter gave Ye Ling a headache, and he resisted a little after seeing Xie Shuangchen.After all, the two of them were confused, he knew that he was a bit broken, but he didn't know Xie Shuangchen's real thoughts.He wasn't worried that Xie Shuangchen would play tricks on him, it was just that Xie Shuangchen was young after all, and he was used to playing around. Maybe he liked it one day and hated it the next day.Xie Shuangchen has a childish temper, when he is sincere, his feelings are stronger than gold, and when he is ruthless, he is also disowned by his relatives.

It's really a monstrous evil, making Ye Ling hesitant.Being captivated by him, she was also afraid that he would pull away and leave, leaving only herself drowned in the huge waves in the rolling world of mortals.

After all, Ye Ling is a thoughtful person. This is not only about the personal relationship between the two, but more about their common cause.For him, love is only a small part of his life, but life, career and dreams fill most of his life.

It's so hard to balance.

"If you don't talk about feelings, it's nothing." Ye Ling said slowly, "What do you think?"

"What do I think?" Xie Shuangchen was startled, "I want to fall in love with you, can we not talk about feelings when we fall in love? Although I haven't read a book, I know things!"

"I don't think you guys should talk about these things all the time." Ye Ling said, "It's so hypocritical, it sounds annoying."

Xie Shuangchen said: "Then what do you mean it's not hypocritical? You just want to sleep and be irresponsible?"

Ye Ling frowned: "How do you talk?"

"Isn't I always like this?" Xie Shuangchen held Ye Ling's face in both hands and pressed him against the wall, lowered his head and approached, "I have used my utmost patience and politeness to talk to you, you don't know What kind of thing am I in essence?" The closer he spoke, the tip of his nose was almost touching Ye Ling's nose, and the breath he exhaled carried an inescapable force.

"You are really not a joke." Ye Ling pushed Xie Shuangchen, but instead of pushing, she gave herself to Xie Shuangchen.Xie Shuangchen pecked at Ye Ling's mouth. Ye Ling was angry and ashamed, her eyebrows twitched into a ball, but she couldn't say a word. She wanted to wave Xie Shuangchen, but Xie Shuangchen grabbed him and asked, "Why? , Do you agree or not? You provoked me first."

"Yes, I thought about it. I shouldn't do this. Men and men...it's too weird." Ye Ling said, "It's not good for you or me if it gets out, I'm too reckless."

"What's wrong?" Xie Shuangchen said, "I'm not afraid!"

Ye Ling said: "Can't you understand what your second senior brother said? He has always held a grudge against you, so you have to rush to give him something?"

"Him?" Xie Shuangchen said, "He can't do anything to me."

"Children's love is small, and what we need to solve is not just this one thing." Ye Ling felt very tired, and reasoning with Xie Shuangchen was simply embarrassing herself, "He has already scolded you by name, What are you going to do?"

"You first admit that you care about me, and I'll tell you." Xie Shuangchen said.

"I don't care about you." Ye Ling added, "I care about my job."

Xie Shuangchen smiled and said, "Okay, your job is with me. I'll see how long you can escape. I don't know that old man of my second senior brother? It's nothing more than being able to fan the wind and light a will-o'-the-wisp. What I thought was the commanding heights of the mainstream morality. Let me state first, I didn’t scold him, and I didn’t say a bad word about him from the beginning to the end. He couldn’t bear it just because my idle parents ran to spit. , If it really is my turn, he will have a heart attack out of anger? I believe that peace makes money, and I will never kill anyone."

"Are you a bandit?" Ye Ling felt that Xie Shuangchen would be mad at both emotionally and professionally. "Why do you keep saying the words murder and arson?"

Xie Shuangchen said: "That's right, I'm a bandit. Don't mess with me if he messes with me. If he messes with me, just talk to him. I have a master who passed on the legacy in my hand. Whoever picks up whose words!"

Ye Ling said: "He has so many upper-level connections, what if he makes things difficult for you?"

Xie Shuangchen said, "Then I'll go to their house and demolish the house."

Ye Ling said helplessly: "Can't you be a little righteous?"

Xie Shuangchen smiled, and put it off: "Don't worry about it, Shanren has his own tricks. The times are different, and he wants to play with me? Be gentle."

For a man in his 20s, when he said that people who were a few years older than him were tender, it was really a rant.

The Wing Ping Club officially opened after the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. Xie Shuangchen called someone to change the lights a week in advance. Shi Xiangcheng also came back early from the Northeast. As the senior human resource director of the Wing Ping Club, the head of the logistics department and the cleaning girl, she had to help Xie Shuangchen make arrangements .

The main reason was that Xie Shuangchen was not good at math, she was afraid that the young master would make a mistake.

Shi Xiangcheng didn't know the story between Xie Shuangchen and Ye Ling after the holiday. During the holiday, she had been immersed in her editing career. Many of the videos in Chaohua and fan communities were written by her.The key is that she quietly released the short video of Ye Ling and Xie Shuangchen's big friendship.

Not crazy is not a CP fan.

This level of candy makes you choke and choke, and you have to eat several meals if you can't finish one meal.

It is simply not a qualified fan who does not defend to the death the right to talk about cross talk and engage in radicalism, and then they cremated Yang Shuanglin on Weibo.

This Spring Festival holiday is of profound significance to Wing Ping Society.So much so that the tickets for the first performance were sold out after the first show came back, and everyone was very surprised.

"It's a new year and a new atmosphere." Xie Shuangchen said, "I think maybe we will post it this year."

"It hasn't opened yet this year, don't be poisonous." Shi Xiangcheng pointed to the row of headlights above his head that were so bright that they blinded dogs' eyes and said, "How do you pretend? It's okay, that's all."

Xie Shuangchen and Ye Ling looked up and saw that the area and height of the garden of Yongping Club was basically not much different from that of traditional opera gardens. After replacing a whole row of overhead lights, the hall became much brighter, and people seemed to be shining when they stood on it. .

"Shouldn't it be too hot to die in summer?" Ye Ling asked.

"I don't know, let's talk about it in summer." Xie Shuangchen pointed to the light stand above his head, "Do you want to open a vent behind it to cool it down?"

Ye Ling said, "I'm sick."

Xie Shuangchen smiled, put his hands behind his back and said, "I think it's pretty good. Once the stage is bright, these Feng Shui fortunes will be corrected."

Ye Ling had long been used to Xie Shuangchen's reticent behavior, he was sitting under the stage, when a person came in at the door, Xie Shuangchen saw it first, Ye Ling followed him and turned to look, it turned out to be Yao Sheng.

"Hehe, which gust of evil wind brought you here?" Xie Shuangchen asked with a smile.

Yao Sheng also replied with a smile: "I am the wife of the head teacher."

Ye Ling didn't bother to spend too much time on the silly jokes between the two of them, and said, "I invited Boss Yao to come."

Xie Shuangchen walked off the stage: "Why are you looking for him?"

"Discuss some things." Ye Ling took out the iPad in her schoolbag, "I wrote several notebooks during the Chinese New Year, some are long and some are short, and the parts they focus on are different. The tunes of Peking Opera are common, but The rhyme is your own, and what the audience listens to is actually the rhyme. Anyone who is familiar with traditional cross talk can say that the audience can even recite it backwards. Maybe the actor’s interpretation method will be different, but it’s always tiring to listen to it. ? We can add some original programs on the basis of traditional programs, I think this is the key factor that distinguishes us from others."

"That's true." Xie Shuangchen nodded, "It's almost the same meaning. But it has nothing to do with looking for Lang Weixian, right? Can't you talk to me alone?"

Ye Ling said: "Most of the operas and quyi originated from the people of Xialiba at the earliest, and they all came out of the masses. Although the current living conditions are slightly different, I think they all have something in common. The development history of Peking Opera has experienced It took several important reforms and innovations to become the current Peking Opera, but what about cross talk? In my impression, there seems to be only a cross talk innovation after the founding of the People’s Republic of China, which improved the artistic cultivation of cross talk, but it did not form a very systematic theory. With the rise of TV skits, cross talk was almost forgotten, and it was not until the rise of Internet culture in recent years that there was some reversal. This phenomenon is actually worth pondering.”

Both Xie Shuangchen and Yao Sheng agreed with Ye Ling's statement. Ye Ling continued: "It's a bit far to talk about these things. Today I just want to briefly discuss new works. Boss Yao has a lot of experience, why don't you give us some pointers."

"Him?" Xie Shuangchen said, "He's not a cultural person."

"I went to college." Yao Sheng wasn't angry at all, "Unlike some people, it's pretty good to be able to figure out the takeout bill."

At this time, Shi Xiangcheng said: "But the takeaway bill is really difficult to calculate. If you want to calculate the store discounts and red envelope exemptions, how much money will be shared on everyone. My God, it is really a contemporary math problem."

Xie Shuangchen remembered the fear of being sanctioned, and said, "Shut up."

"But it doesn't matter." Shi Xiangcheng said, "I made a formula, and I can use the formula to calculate in the future, and it is very simple, even the illiterate can learn it well." When she said the word "illiterate", she still looked at it. He gave Xie Shuangchen a look.

Xie Shuangchen said dissatisfiedly: "Formula? Didn't you buy your diploma? What kind of big-tailed wolf are you pretending to be?"

Shi Xiangcheng said: "I am happy!"

Ye Ling had already opened the file, and asked Xie Shuangchen to sit with him and read the book, while Yao Sheng and Shi Xiangcheng sat and listened. There was melon seed tea in the middle of the Eight Immortals table, and there was a little white mist floating on the tea, and the four of them entered the state respectively.

Several notebooks are of different lengths, and Ye Ling simply named them with the central idea.What was written in the text felt different from what was said in the dialogue, and Ye Ling felt something was wrong while talking, so Ye Ling corrected it.Some passages that retain the traditional opera parts, Yao Sheng will also put forward his own suggestions and ideas, and guide Ye Ling how to use it more accurately.What Shi Xiangcheng provides is more stuff on the Internet, various subcultural trends of thought.

Xie Shuangchen is the last revisionist. He knows a lot of complicated things, like a huge warehouse. He knows many things that are so cold and remote that even the National Library has no documents to find them.There is no way, his living environment is like this, and the inheritance of the master is his greatest treasure house.

"It's not easy for you to remember." Shi Xiangcheng sighed.

"Because I can't remember, I will be beaten." Xie Shuangchen said.

"Ah?" Shi Xiangcheng said, "Physical punishment? How can you accept someone beating you? My parents never beat me, so the teacher didn't tell me, and how could I remember the beating? I would have been annoyed to death , don’t learn even if you die.”

Yao Sheng said with a smile: "I can't help it. If I want to learn art, I have to be beaten. This is called "fighting show" in our business. When I was young, I was learning tiger jump. My grandfather beat me on my arms and legs with a stick. Tell me to remember. Many old gentlemen came to the stage at the age of 80 or [-]. Their bodies are completely unrecognizable and their movements are clean and neat. It is because of the long-term memory training. If they can’t sing well, they will be beaten. If they are beaten, they will not make mistakes next time. .”

Shi Xiangcheng shrugged his shoulders in astonishment: "Even you were beaten?"

"Otherwise?" Yao Sheng said, "Do I seem like someone who has never suffered?" He pointed to Xie Shuangchen and said, "I have suffered more beatings in our house than him."

"It's true. He broke several of the brooms in their house, and later replaced them with stainless steel ones." Xie Shuangchen said, "Peking opera is the most difficult to learn."

"My dad almost broke up with my grandfather because of this matter." Yao Sheng said, "He is a highly educated cultural person, and he can't see this kind of traditional education."

Shi Xiangcheng thought for a while and asked, "Then your grandfather doesn't love you? Can he do it?"

"This question is difficult to answer." Yao Sheng replied, "I can only say that I didn't understand it when I was a child, but now I understand it a little bit."

The children of the two aristocratic families recalled their painful experiences of learning art when they were young, and they were all beaten without exception.This reminded Ye Ling of the scene of Xie Fangbi punishing Xie Shuangchen that he saw at Xie's house. Xie Fangbi loved Xie Shuangchen so much, but he would still beat Xie Shuangchen because of his mistakes on stage.Xie Shuangchen, a young man in his 20s, not only did not resist such punishment, he also had to thank his master for playing well. This is unreasonable for anyone who has received modern education. expression.

This kind of traditional patriarchal education seems to have become a bad habit that needs to be abandoned in ordinary family life, but in such a family of folk art, it is hard to say whether it is right or wrong.

"It can only be said that it is limited by the times." Ye Ling said suddenly, "Many traditional things have been used to this day. I don't know if it is right or not, so it can only be tested by the times."

Yao Sheng said, "Yes."

"I suddenly thought of something." Ye Ling said, "The day I left Beijing before the Chinese New Year, I took the subway to the train station, because it was very early and there were not many people on the train. Then a man who sold newspapers came over, He didn't sell newspapers, but was a bit like the WeChat merchants on the subway, saying "help" to passengers everywhere, but the harvest was very little, and he didn't sell a single newspaper. Then he complained a little Said, "It's really difficult, why is it so difficult, the newspapers in the early morning are not sold yet, I don't know why, how could this happen." He rambled on for a while, and then begged passengers to buy newspapers, You can pay as much as you want. When he walked in front of me, I couldn’t pretend to be asleep or just ignore him, so I felt a little compassion.”

"Our Teacher Ye is kind-hearted." Xie Shuangchen interrupted.

Yao Sheng and Shi Xiangcheng were speechless.

"No, I didn't buy the newspaper because I didn't bring cash." Ye Ling said, "At that moment, a very strong idea seized my brain. The old man kept saying that he didn't know why it became like this, and that he could change it. It’s easy to think of the reason for young people like us. Now that everyone reads the news on their mobile phones and can filter the content they like to read at will, who will buy newspapers? And I can’t even buy newspapers, I don’t have cash , I can’t even feel sorry for him. I suddenly feel that being abandoned by the times is a very terrible thing, just like no one reads newspapers, and no one uses cash, but you don’t know it. This It's like a huge torrent, those who follow it prosper, and those who go against it perish."

The crowd was silent.

Shi Xiangcheng suddenly broke the silence: "Why didn't you go to Peking University? The thought process is so complicated, and you have to buy newspapers on the subway with so many insights. It's not like the style of Tsinghua University's dead house."

"It's called careful observation of life." Xie Shuangchen said, "That's how excellent creations come about."

Shi Xiangcheng gave him a white look: "I didn't ask you to speak."

"In addition to conforming to the times, there is also here." Yao Sheng tapped his temple lightly with his index finger, "knowledge and culture. In the past, most of the opera learners had no education, and the master taught the apprentices to memorize by rote. Later, new ideas and new With the influx of the education model, everyone began to read and read, and intellectuals were integrated into the creation and dissemination of Peking Opera as a whole. After several innovations, today’s Peking Opera gradually came into existence.”

"Then thanks to the boss." Shi Xiangcheng said, "He was the first to be abandoned."

Xie Shuangchen said: "Then you have to take the dog with me."

Yao Sheng said: "It doesn't matter. Isn't there Teacher Ye? The younger brother provides ideas and foundations, and Teacher Ye can transform it into a form of expression. Traditional and trendy at the same time, this is a good match."

Shi Xiangcheng said: "That's right, working together as a husband and wife is not tiring."

This sentence made both Xie Shuangchen and Ye Ling a little embarrassed. Ye Ling put his chin on his hand and turned his head to pretend to revise the manuscript. Xie Shuangchen suddenly pulled Ye Ling up: "Don't sit here and change it. Let's go to the stage to see the effect. Sausage, Turn on the headlights and go."

"It won't kill you." Shi Xiangcheng complained, and got up to turn on the overhead light.

They each went up to the notebook with their mobile phones. There was no table on the stage, so they could move freely.Yao Sheng and Shi Xiangcheng acted as spectators, temporarily giving some suggestions from the audience's perspective.

In the section of the performance at this time, Doujia needs to learn a piece of Peking Opera. Xie Shuangchen sang a few lines, looked towards Ye Ling, raised his eyes, and suddenly stopped moving.

Ye Ling looked at Xie Shuangchen: "What's wrong?"

The two people in the audience didn't know why Xie Shuangchen was holding up his hair, so they followed Xie Shuangchen and looked up.

"Be careful--"

A loud noise covered up the screams, and when Ye Ling came back to her senses, she was already sitting on the ground, next to her feet, was a huge light stand that had fallen down, with smoke rising from it, Ye Ling looked down Slowly oozing red liquid.

"Ah!" Shi Xiangcheng screamed, and Yao Sheng jumped onto the stage directly: "Junior brother!"

Xie Shuangchen was crushed below, unconscious.