"Who?"

After hanging up the phone, Teacher He whispered beside Ye Mingxuan and asked, why are you still singing?

"Teacher Guo and Xiao Yueyue. ”

"Old Guo Guo Degang Teacher Guo? Is he going to yearn for it? It's very good, it's not bad to bring a partner to a cross talk special!"

The first thing Teacher He thought of was to be a guest, so he changed his clothes and walked out of the mushroom house with Ye Mingxuan.

"No, Mr. Guo apprenticed to Mr. Zhao Lintong, a famous Peking Opera artist, some time ago, and this time he asked me for a promotion repertoire of Peking Opera!"

"Huh?"

Teacher He was stunned, and now he frowned and pondered in the middle of the courtyard.

"Let's go, what are you doing?"

Teacher Huang and Peng Pengzhang Zifeng were waiting impatiently at the door and urged.

"Let's go, Mr. Huang, you give an analysis, does this matter have any impact on Xiao Xuan?"

Peking Opera promotion repertoire, if Ye Mingxuan himself does not know, or directly post, it is naturally a good thing to write songs for Peking Opera as a Peking Opera lover, but Mr. Guo's reputation in the cross talk industry is enough, and the Peking Opera industry can't rank it at all, whether anyone will attack this matter, it is difficult to say, in traditional arts, typesetting is very important.

"Tell me in detail, I heard him sing, what did he say?"

Coming out of the mushroom house, the group walked towards the village, Ye Mingxuan followed Teacher Huang's footsteps and explained behind him: "Guo Degang Teacher Guo didn't apprentice to Peking Opera master Zhao Lintong some time ago, he wanted me to write a popular promotion track to promote traditional culture, this is a good thing, what is there to discuss?"

"It's a good thing, I didn't say it's not a good thing, go and play. ”

After Ye Mingxuan was left, Teacher Huang thought for a while and said, "It should be fine, no matter which faction it is, this matter is only good for them and no harm, how did he think of engaging in Peking Opera?"

"People have already studied Peking Opera, what's so strange about this?"

At two o'clock at noon in summer, it is the hottest time, the climatic conditions of the small mountain village are good, surrounded by mountains, it is not unbearable to be hot, and the gentle mountain breeze carries a hint of coolness.

In the octagonal pavilion on the creek, there were several old people sitting in twos and threes, shaking fans, chatting about the shortcomings of the family, and occasionally naughty little boys quarreled, and the old people just looked at them kindly.

"Brother, brother, can I jump the rubber band?"

In a slightly larger open space, several children wearing red scarves were jumping rubber bands, and the hot-eyed Zhang Zifeng pulled the corner of Ye Mingxuan's clothes and begged.

"If you want to go, I don't know that, it's useless for you to tell me this!"

"I can dance this, really, brother, I'm going to play with my sister!" The familiar beat, the familiar way of jumping, Peng Peng silently thought about it, and pulled Zhang Zifeng to discuss with the children to join.

Teacher Huang and Teacher He accompanied the old people in the village to do homework, and Ye Mingxuan sat on the side, listening quietly, to see if they were happy to play with their younger brothers and sisters.

"Small leather ball, kick, Malan blossom twenty-one, two eight two five six, two eight two five seven, two eight two nine thirty-one ~"

The crisp and interesting children's voices were accompanied by Peng Peng's embarrassing laughter that kept making mistakes, and the sneers of his sister Zhang Zifeng echoed in the small mountain village.

Nowadays, children, especially children in the city, few people know this game, even Ye Mingxuan has only seen it in his previous life, but he has not played it.

"Xiao Xuan, how do you play with your younger siblings?"

Teacher He smiled, I don't know how long I haven't heard this nursery rhyme, and I feel that it is much better than the current pop songs.

"I won't!"

Ye Mingxuan spread his hands, his face was helpless, and he would not make any noise.

"Auntie, why don't we have young people in this village?"

"I went to work. ”

"Oh, is it hard?"

"What's the hard work, it's not hard, it's full of food and warm clothing, the society is so good, there is no lack of hands and feet, what is the hard work!"

The requirements of the old people who have experienced hardships are very simple, for them, it is enough to have filial children, lovely grandchildren, and an ordinary and stable life, what else can they ask for?

"Grandma, what are you doing?"

The old man wore reading glasses and did needlework.

"Na sole. ”

Teacher Huang said: "Now except for the elderly, there are few young people who know how to do it, and the products sold outside are made by machines!"

"The line made by the machine, the cloth shoes made by the machine are all layered, our cloth shoes, are glued layer by layer, sewn up layer by layer, the stitches should be neat and dense, children are leather, waste shoes, the machine is not worn for two days and will be broken!"

The old man who did needlework disdained the cloth shoes made by the machine, and since he bought them once, he decided that they were fooling.

"Grandma, grandma, balls!"

The little boy with a dirty nose ran anxiously and grabbed the old man's arm and shook it.

"Good grandson, tell grandma what's wrong?

The old man put down the needlework in his hand and took a light blue handkerchief to clean the stains on the children's faces, his eyes full of love.

"My ball, grandma, my ball fell off the roof, grandma~"

The children are about to cry, they are not persevering, and the candy that grandma took out is gone, but objectively speaking, it should be useless to find grandma, is it possible that an old man in his sixties and seventies climbs the roof to get it?

The old man is also worried, there are many old people and women and children in the village, there are not many young people, look in the direction of the little grandson's finger, the house that dropped the ball is not high, it is not low, the beam of the single-story wooden structure is more than three meters from the ground, plus the height of the eaves, almost four meters.

"Xiao Xuan, help the children take it down! Grandma is so old, it's too dangerous to climb the ladder!"

Ye Mingxuan nodded, took the child's hand, and was taken to the front of the house.

"Brother, brother, my ball, my ball!"

The child pointed to the ball on the roof, anxious and sad, staring at Ye Mingxuan hopefully, Ye Mingxuan, who was looking at it with bright and innocent eyes, felt that if he couldn't take it, it would be a great crime.

While observing the surroundings and thinking about countermeasures, the easiest way is to build a ladder, but I can't borrow it for a while.

The ball is stuck in the corner of the eaves upturned, either with a long bamboo pole down, or with something to smash down, the bamboo pole ladder is the most reliable, to no tools, it is too dangerous to hit with stones.

"Big brother, my ball, ball, can I still take it down?" Ye Mingxuan didn't take action for a long time, the little guy was in a hurry, tears were rolling in his eyes, and he was about to fall.

"Kid, can my brother do a magic trick for you?"

"Okay, okay!"

"Cover your eyes, count to ten, and the ball will surely return to you obediently!"

Looking at the stone wall under the eaves, Ye Mingxuan had a new idea, it doesn't matter if he doesn't have tools, who is he, can he be stumped by this little thing?

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