The whole funeral was carried out in an orderly manner, and the mother, who had always been strong and capable, was unusual, taciturn, and ignored the funeral affairs, but the mausoleum chief who guarded the grandmother could not kneel, Li Shaohui persuaded several times to no avail, so he knelt aside to accompany his mother and grandmother;

Speaking of this suona team also has a bitter and humiliating past, the leading master of the suona team is more than 60 years old, is a respected old man, until now no one knows his real name, his peers call him Lao Ye, and the younger generation is called Master Ye.

Master Ye is a spirited old man, often wearing a neat set of old-fashioned Mao suits, with a silver-white beard, a neat face, quite a bit of fairy bones, but when you see the scar on his face that spans the bridge of his nose, you will feel compassion, and then give birth to infinite respect.

Master Ye is an unfortunate person, and his life has been full of ups and downs. He is the son of a long worker, and when he was young, the suona craftsmen were highly respected, and they were indispensable for red and white ceremonies, so Master Ye's father, who had been poor all his life at that time, hoped that his son would one day become a suona maker and improve his life and be respected.

But at that time, Master Ye didn't like suona, he was keen on reading, he hoped that he could see the outside world when he grew up, but Master Ye's father did not agree, he looked at the only talent in the village, who was poor and sour all his life, and firmly believed that it was useless to be a scholar, so he forced Master Ye to follow the famous suona craftsman in the neighboring village to learn the arts, Master Ye did not obey, so he forced Master Ye to follow the example of beating himself and committing suicide.

Master Ye followed the master to learn art, a flash is twelve years, not to mention the bitterness of the period, and finally learned the arts, took over the suona team from the master, ready to do a good job, the wind of the West swept like "bird flu", taking root and reproducing in this desolate and backward land.

At that time, both well-informed elders and fashion-conscious young people were full of admiration for this kind of band wearing suits and holding new instruments, and sometimes the beautiful voices of fashionable and sexy girls made them even more excited.

Therefore, the Ye family class that Master Ye took over had no choice but to decline before a few lively performances. Later, Ye Jiaban almost never received any more invitations within a radius of dozens of miles.

Master Ye's brothers and sisters also felt that the situation was difficult and abandoned them one after another to find another way. Even Master Ye's father forced Master Ye to go out to work with his fellow villagers because of many reasons such as his poor family background and Master Ye not married in his thirties.

The day before Master Ye was about to go out to work, his master angrily came to the door to question, Master Ye was ashamed and didn't dare to quibble, but his father was strong and knocked Master Ye's master out of the house.

Master Ye's master is a traditional craftsman, with an almost crazy love for suona, he watched his beloved closed disciple also abandon his craft, and it was infinitely sad to give in to the secular life, and on the night of the quarrel, he was drunk and fell off the cliff on the way back.

Since then, Master Ye and Suona have been companions all day long, carrying the banner of Suona alone, wandering in this place that has long ceased to be simple and simple.

Later, a village chief of a neighboring village died, and according to the village chief's instructions, his descendants invited Master Ye's eight platforms for him.

On the day of the performance, Master Ye was like a concubine who had been beaten into the cold palace and received the emperor's summons, and he was so excited that a middle-aged man who was nearly forty years old actually cried in front of the master's spiritual seat.

The performance was particularly lively, and Master Ye was wearing clean clothes and blowing extremely hard.

Halfway through, a fat-headed and big-eared "ball" came over, sat opposite Master Ye with a big grin, squinted his eyes, and threw a cigarette, "The one who plays suona, I heard that you can blow 'Hundred Birds and Phoenix', isn't it? Then let's take a while, you see that my father has been the village chief for so many years, not only made this broken place impressive, but died, in addition to our children and grandchildren, there are so many relatives and friends who come to pay respects, so why do you have to come to his old man to help him, which is also a little filial piety of you." ”

Master Ye thought that when the old village chief was alive, the whole village was poor and white, only his family was rich, and the brand-new big tiled house was more magnificent than the office of the township government, so Master Ye rejected the proposal of the "ball", and under the threat of the "ball", he could only pack up and go home.

However, I heard that on that night, Master Ye suffered the retribution of the dead, Master Ye broke his leg on the way home, and a cut on his face, and the other brothers also suffered lightly or severely.

Since then, several of Master Ye's brothers have washed their hands and never done it again.

And Master Ye did not choose to stand up and fight tenaciously in that not very enlightened society, but chose to calm things down, and the woman who had been with him for more than a year also did not say goodbye when he was basically recovered.

Since then, Master Ye don't ask for him, wholeheartedly serve the master and father, within a few years, the two old people have also returned one after another, leaving the world, Master Ye with the help of relatives and neighbors after burying the two relatives, on crutches, carrying luggage, one person, one suona, began to wander in a radius of hundreds of miles, playing the enduring swan song.

And Chongyang's charm was also at that moment, in that lonely back, vividly embodied, and suona was just a microcosm of it.

Later, Master Ye was old and couldn't walk, so he returned to his roots and returned to his hometown. However, what is pleasing is that in the past few years, from top to bottom, they have realized the superiority and self-confidence of the local culture, and have begun to explore and protect, so although he is old, Master Ye has rejuvenated again and began to play his swan song at the red and white ceremonies in the countryside...

Li Shaohui listened to this desolate tune, and couldn't help but think of the kind grandma again, and his heart was infinitely sad, he suddenly thought of the song "A Hundred Birds and a Phoenix", if he could let Master Ye play this song, it is estimated that grandma can laugh at Jiuquan.

Thinking like this, Li Shaohui went to the elders to discuss, and several elders thought that "A Hundred Birds and a Phoenix" was specially performed for people with outstanding contributions, and ordinary people did not deserve it, and Grandma was just an ordinary woman's family, which was obviously unlikely.

"But this is a matter of glorious lintels after all, what if Master Ye agrees happily for a while? Even if he doesn't agree, there is no loss, but it just takes a few words. At the insistence of Li Shaohui's father, a few people respectfully invited Master Ye to the Taishi chair in the room and said the above meaning, Master Ye felt a little embarrassed after hearing this, and said after a long time: ""Hundred Birds and Phoenix" as a suona craftsman's ability to press the bottom of the box, not a person of great merit and great virtue does not deserve to enjoy, I have only blown once in my life at the funeral of the second dog of the Wang family who sacrificed to save a few drowning children in our village that year, and I have not blown it since. So the rules of the suona craftsman, as you know, it's not that I don't want to play for you, it's really..."

"Master Ye, you can't think so, although my grandma is just an ordinary old man, very ordinary and ordinary, but you also know that she is the first old man here who can live more than a hundred years old and cross a century, she has experienced the turbulent years of the Republic of China, and also experienced the difficult War of Resistance against Japan, and she finally spent her old age with us, and left this world with a smile, which in itself is a living book that records the hard years of our village and rushes to happiness and stability, I think this alone is enough for you to have a song "A Hundred Birds and a Phoenix". ”

That seems to make sense. Master Ye touched his beard and smiled.

Some people say that although the old man has no great merit, he can be kind and friendly, and none of the neighbors does not say that he is good; some say that the old man is ordinary, but his descendants have been admitted to the university and left this barren small mountain village; some say that the old man has lived for more than 100 years, is a happy person, and will bring good fortune to the village; some knowledgeable people will say that they are industrious and brave for a while, and anyone can do it, but the kind conduct of a lifetime is the most difficult and valuable; and some are even more threatening to say that the government has made new regulations in recent years, and everything must be economical and standardized, and even red and white ceremonies are clearly stipulated that they are no longer allowed to sing in groups, so if you don't sing it now, I'm afraid you won't have a chance in the future...

Therefore, under the persuasion of everyone, Master Ye finally agreed to play "A Hundred Birds and a Phoenix" again after a lapse of nearly 40 years.

So all the descendants of the linen and filial piety wore a salute to Master Ye who was in the Taishi chair, and Master Ye took out the suona that had been passed down for nearly 400 years, and once again played the song "Hundred Birds and Phoenix" that resounded for a radius of 100 miles.

And Li Shaohui in this vast music, staring blankly at the relatives and friends who are either busy or sad, thinking that the kind grandmother will be buried at the foot of Nanshan tomorrow and leave this world forever, he can't help but feel sad, he looked at his mother, who was looking at the sunset on the horizon stupidly, and her emaciated back was extremely lonely...

Li Shaohui's nose was sour, his eyes were slightly red, and he called softly: "Mom." ”

And the mother didn't seem to hear, still looking at the horizon stupidly.