The idea of going to the cave is not something that has only arisen in modern times. In ancient times, those opera artists performed everywhere and sang in restaurants, which was actually the predecessor of the cave.

In the 60s, Shan Tianfang and his daughter-in-law ran to the rivers and lakes, earning more than 4,000 yuan in two months, and then he was reported, and the quyi troupe ordered him to return to the city and fined him 800 yuan.

He said in his autobiography that going back was the most regrettable decision, because he immediately started sports and was persecuted. If you don't go back, you may be able to escape the catastrophe.

Of course, this matter is uncertain, and the time is also fateful.

Now at the end of December, after more than half a year of preparation, the faction of the Quyi Troupe has been decided. Sanfang each led a team, and they all received invitations to perform, with more than a dozen people in each team.

The unit here in Wugou Camp is a textile factory, with rich money, very good reception, and good accommodation.

The group arrived in the morning, had a performance in the evening, and had to go to Mukden tomorrow, where there were three ...... When this trip in the province is finished, it will basically be the New Year.

"Uncle, when will it arrive?"

"It's not far, it's just ahead. ”

"Front...... Hey, I live in a building, it's the first time I've seen someone living in a building. ”

Xu Fei, who was wrapped like a zongzi, looked up, and there was a new building not far away, with white frost under the white sun.

It's cold today, and everyone is breathing one step at a time, and it's easy to enter the building, and Shan Tianfang snapped.

The door opened, revealing an old gentleman with gray hair, big eyes and a clear voice, completely out of proportion to his age, "Come in, come in, it's cold outside, right?"

"It's a very evil day, and it's going to snow. ”

Shan Tianfang took off his hat and scarf, changed his slippers, and then called out dignifiedly: "Uncle Shi, are you okay?"

"Well, what's so bad. ”

"Uncle Shi, Xiaowen has come to see you. ”

Xu Xiaowen also shouted, and introduced: "This is my boy, come, call someone quickly!"

Belch......

Xu Fei was very entangled, Mom, both of you are called uncle, so what do I have to call it? As soon as he hesitated, the other party opened his mouth first, and said with a smile: "Have you apprenticed?"

"Not yet. ”

"Oh, if you don't have an apprentice, you won't be in the door, we will talk about each other. ”

“......”

Xu Fei glanced at Xu Xiaowen, he really wanted to shout Teacher Yuan, his father could kill his relatives on the spot. Counting birds, he also saluted respectfully, "I've seen my uncle!"

This is none other than Yuan Kuocheng, a storyteller.

It is said that in the old society, the so-called rivers and lakes were not the Red Gang and the Green Gang, nor were they the brothels of Liyuan, but those who told fortunes, practiced medicine and sold medicine, acrobatics, cross talk pendants, and storytelling drums.

These are the real rivers and lakes, each with its own exquisiteness and its own generation.

If you really want to calculate it, Shan Tianfang is actually the Xihe Drum Gate, Liu Lanfang is the Northeast Drum Gate, but Mr. Yuan is a serious storyteller, who began to tell stories before the founding of the People's Republic of China, and his seniority is extremely high.

He hasn't gone to the capital yet, he has lived in Wugou Camp for a long time, and Shan Tianfang has to lead a troupe to perform, so he has to come to visit him. As for taking Xu Fei, it was purely selfish, and he wanted his predecessors to know him.

This house is more than 50 square meters, with good heating, complete furnishings, and a black and white TV. One bedroom door is open and the other is closed.

Shan Tianfang held a salad gift and put it on the coffee table, four kinds of snacks, a few taels of tea, and two bottles of good wine, wrapped in horse dung paper, and strung with paper ropes.

He glanced at the closed door and asked, "How is my aunt?"

"As always, as soon as I fell asleep at this time, I saw you. ”

Mr. Yuan's wife was sick in bed, and he took care of the and urine for decades. And the two said a few words, and the topic turned to Xu Fei, "Boy, how old is this year?"

"Eighteen. ”

"Eighteen is not a teacher, is he not interested in storytelling?"

"I don't think I have any talent...... I applied for the crew of Dream of Red Mansions and wanted to try filming. ”

"Oh, that's fine. ”

Mr. Yuan nodded, "Everyone has their own ambitions, everyone has their own strengths, Xiaowen, don't force too much." ”

"Yes, yes. Xu Xiaowen should be reconciled.

He was similar to the elders he met for the first time, and he skipped it when he asked a few words about his study and life, mainly Shan Tianfang chatted with him, and Xu Xiaowen interjected from time to time.

After sitting for a short time, they got up and took their leave.

On the way back, Xu Fei couldn't help but ask: "Doesn't my uncle have any children?

"Your uncle has five daughters and one son, and when he was exercising, his son fell ill and died early before he could be treated. His wife was also the root of the disease at that time, and now that the children are older, she roams outside and does not let them be in front of her. ”

Shan Tian Fang was very emotional, and sighed: "If you really want to talk about it, Uncle Shi is a serious person, with new books and old books in short robes, what to say." Two years ago, he recorded "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" on the Central Radio, talking about Changbanpo's pride, and Maicheng full of sorrow, but then he was not in the mood to say it, and the recording was postponed. At that time, it was General Wang's personal encouragement that completed the entire recording.

Alas, Uncle Shi just suffered too much and had too many distractions, otherwise the achievements would never stop there. Boy, you must respect when you see you in the future, don't underestimate others......"

I don't underestimate it!

Xu Feixin's words, "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" I like to listen to it, and I also know that this person is low-key and has few works, so he simply retired later.

And he also knows that the old gentleman not only has a good book, but also has a very good goddaughter, and the granddaughter is also good.

How many years older than her?

............

When it was dark, it did snow.

The street lamp at the entrance of the club was raised, and a few dim halos seemed to block out the cold. The first floor is brightly lit, and the curtain of the cinema is a huge stage, with nearly 1,000 seats full.

I don't know if the heating is too good or there are too many people, Xu Fei actually felt a little hot.

He had already stripped off his padded jacket, and after a while he took off his sweater, and now he was wearing only a shirt, half-pulled up and shrunk into the side curtain, and looked at it again.

Airplanes!

There was still a bit of a muffled voice before, but in an instant it became clear, and the singing voice on the stage was accompanied by the applause of the audience, washing his ear drums together.

"Good! Sing well!"

"Okay!"

When the two opera actors finished bowing, the sky was even more upside down. People who have lacked the nourishment of entertainment culture for a long time have directly vented their emotions.

In fact, since the first show, it has not been cold until now.

There are more than a dozen people in the team, each with a division of labor, first an allegro hot scene, then singing the Xihe drum, talking cross talk, local opera, Xu Xiaowen will have a short book, and then sing a small song.

Eight or nine programs have passed, and the final big axis is naturally Shan Tianfang.

"Xu Fei!

"What the hell, move the table!"

Xu Xiaowen shouted in a row, Xu Fei hurriedly carried a table to the stage, and then hid his face and fled. When the workers saw it, they gradually quieted down, and saw a short man come out of the side curtain and stand behind the table.

One person, one wood, one table, one folding fan, one hand towel is a big show. Shan Tianfang looked at the audience, the lights were flickering, and he couldn't see the faces clearly, up and down, dizzy.

He steadied himself, woke up and patted, "Smack!"

"What we are talking about in this book is that Tie Yanshou, the king of Chibi Baokang, sent someone to write a letter to Li Shimin, the king of Tang, and agreed to fight a duel in front of the Great Guangming Temple in Jiuding Mountain on the first day of the eighth month, and win or lose in five bets.

Li Shimin led Cheng Yanjin, Pei Yuanqing, Hou Junji, Qin Huaiyu, Luo Tong, Shan Tianchang and other Jiudingshan to attend the meeting, and Xu Maogong and Wei Chigong led the troops to meet the ......"

The jargon of the storytelling gate, which calls the synopsis of the story Shuliangzi, has been passed down from generation to generation. The same book may have different beams and different contents.

Like this five-array bet to win or lose, it is Shan Tianfang's uniqueness, and no one else will do it.

It's amazing to say, like singing, cross talk, etc., the performance has a beginning and an end, and it is a complete program. But after dozens or hundreds of storytelling, I can only select one of them, and there is no beginning or end.

But even so, the common people love to listen.

“......”

Xu Fei poked his head out again, and saw that nearly a thousand people were silent, and the aisles on both sides and in the middle were also full of people, and there was also a horizontal row at the back, listening to a person talking on it.

"Qin Huaiyu shot three rings with arrows and won the second battle. But when it came to the third formation, Da Liang jumped out of a big monk, holding a human head, it was none other than the Bihai Danxin Buddha who introduced the Tang Army into Shayanling!"

Shan Tianfang said for a while, the regular twenty minutes, and then patted the waking wood, and listened to the next decomposition before he spit out, just listen to the bottom of the wow, wow, wow.

"One more, one more!"

"Go on, don't go, don't go!"

"Go on, one more time!"

Someone on the left stood up first, then the right side also stood up, and then followed by the black pressure and all the heads, all shouting "One more time, one more time!"

Shan Tianfang saw that he was about to lose control, so he hurriedly pressed down with both hands and made up for the third formation.

As a result, ten minutes passed, and finally spit out the sentence "next decomposition", and the bottom was not allowed to go. He estimated the time, if he didn't leave, he wouldn't be able to go, and he would get tomorrow morning if he talked about it again.

Xu Fei pushed the host on the side stage, "Control the scene, we have to withdraw!"

The host was also inexperienced, so he hurriedly ran up, stumbling and starting to finish. Shan Tianfang took the opportunity to return to the backstage, and the group hurriedly got dressed and packed up the props.

It was easy to get on the bus, and after a few steps, it crunched and stopped.

"What's the matter?" asked Shan Tianfang.

"People are blocked, don't let go!" The driver patted the steering wheel, and his blood was boiling.

Boy!

Xu Fei took a look at the glass, some people had already left the scene to go home, but some people were crowded around the bus, and a buddy was lying on the front of the car, shouting loudly: "You have only spoken for three formations, and there are still two formations!"

"Let's leave after those two formations!"

"Yes, yes, we'll listen here. ”

"We're here listening!"

The workers shrunk their hands, their clothes and heads covered with snowflakes, their hot breath mixed with the cold, but under the dim street lamp, their eyes were shining and sincere and eager.

Shan Tianfang's nose was sour, he came out and hugged his fists, and said in a dumb voice: "Everyone, I don't have a camp, we are all fellow villagers." Seeing you today is fate and blessing. But there will always be a time when the song is over, and we have to catch the train tomorrow, so we have to go back early to rest. I will definitely come again and will definitely come again when I have the opportunity in the future......"

The employees of the club also came out to persuade them, and it took a long time before everyone let go and gave way. A few of them were on the same road, and they also rode bicycles to follow them, waving their hands while ringing the bell.

The snow was falling, and the bus was jolting forward, slowly driving away from the factory area.

The light outside slowly dimmed, and more than a dozen people turned into shadows, swaying gently with the bumps. The cold wind passed through the gaps on all sides and wreaked around the car.

No one felt cold, only the hot gas burned in his heart, Xu Fei looked at the two headlights shining ahead, and on the road ahead, the heat was rolling, and the ice and snow were melting.