"A pearl lies in the sea. ”

"Floating clouds cover the pillars. ”

"Ganoderma lucidum grass is covered with artemisia. ”

"The cornucopia is buried in the soil for thousands of years. ”

Every morning, Zhang Delin would go to the hillside behind the village to open his voice, a habit that he has adhered to since he began learning the arts.

First, there are sounds like "hey, hey, hey, roar", and the muscles in the back of the head and jaw work together, and syllables pop out of the throat.

As he grew older, his voice became more and more hoarse.

After singing a few stanzas, Zhang Delin left the hillside and prepared to work in the fields.

When they arrived at the door, Liu Xingwu and Zhang He squatted at the door, waiting for him to come back.

"Lord Delin, I am to blame for yesterday's incident, I apologize to you. Liu Xingwu said with a gift in his hand.

"Come in. Zhang Delin said calmly and walked into the threshold.

Liu Xingwu and Zhang He followed.

The plan for the two today is to convince Delimban to continue training.

It doesn't matter if you encounter difficulties, the key is to rise to the occasion and overcome them.

If you retreat and avoid difficulties when you encounter them, you will never be able to overcome them.

It's just that he quarreled with the old artists of Delin class yesterday, and Liu Xingwu was a little reluctant to go, and he was embarrassed to take the initiative to find those old artists.

Zhang Delin is Zhang He's grandfather, and he has this relationship, so it's easy to talk.

However, after Zhang Delin entered, he went directly to the back of the wall and picked up a hoe, and walked straight out of the door, ignoring the two of them.

Liu Xingwu glanced at Zhang He, put the gift in his hand on the table, and went to the back of the wall to take out a hoe and followed.

Zhang He shook his head helplessly, and also took the guy and chased after him.

At this point, Zhang Delin wants to go to the field to do farm work.

The two followed Zhang Delin down to the ground and dug up on the ground.

Liu Xingwu was on the ground for the first time, and he had never done it before, and his movements were clumsy, and he made great efforts but was not ingenious.

There is also skill in turning the ground with a hoe.

Zhang He reminded him on the side that when he was a child, he often followed his grandfather to the ground, and he had a little experience in this area.

In the morning, Zhang Delin ignored them.

The two of them helped to hoe the ground, and it was finally over.

Liu Xingwu is a member of the Cultural Bureau, and he studied at a normal school, so he couldn't do physical work, and his two arms were tired and sore, and he was almost paralyzed.

When a few people returned to the house, Zhang Delin made a cup of tea and sat in the courtyard leisurely.

He held Yueqin in his arms and played it casually with his mood.

The sound of the piano came from under his hands, like a bubbling spring, refreshing the heart.

The taste of the old dialect naturally emerges in it.

Liu Xingwu was also stunned for a while when he heard it.

"Scolding...... Han Long is a thief and a thief. ”

"You're ...... at this time Don't lose the knife. ”

Zhang Delin sang in his mouth, played the moon qin, and the music cooperated.

"Come in...... For the king to table against you. ”

"My third brother...... Born with fiery scorch. ”

The sound of the piano echoed in the courtyard, and when the wind blew, the music drifted in all directions, drifting into the distance.

The old artists heard the voice and came out of the house one by one.

Everyone's eyes were filled with eagerness.

Yesterday's performance failed, and the old artists were deeply hit, but at this time, hearing Zhang Delin's voice, the fire in his heart burned again.

It's been a while since I've really sung the same old voice.

"Guys, let's take the guy and sing with the class leader!" Zhang Delu waved his hand and shouted.

He went back to the house, took the bell and the bell in his hand, and walked in the direction from which the sound came.

Zhang Demin also followed closely with a bullhorn.

The other artists also picked up the guys, and everyone gathered in the same direction.

"You shouldn't ...... Trespass into his way, and beat you to see the widow and cry. ”

"It is also to blame that the widow is drunk, and the king should not be confused about the law. ”

Zhang Delin continued to play, and Zhang He and Liu Xingwu savored it on the side.

"You don't protect my third brother, and you oppose the slashing of the steel knife. ”

As Yueqin's voice became louder and louder, Zhang Delin continued to sing: "I'll always be on call when I turn around." ”

At this time, an old artist came over, sat next to him, and pulled the erhu.

Zhang Demin came to the back, put the horn to his mouth, and played it loudly.

The old artists walked in from all directions, consciously found a place to sit down, and pulled the instruments in their hands together with the playing of the Yueqin.

"Hey...... a few old artists came out of the surroundings and began to sing together.

"Buried Han Long's body. There were some tears in the corners of Zhang Delin's eyes, and he sang while playing the piano.

"Hey...... Hey...... Hi ......" everyone sang in chorus.

One of the characteristics of the old dialect is the pull slope tune.

Many old people surrounded Zhang Delin, fiddling with the instruments in their hands.

Only Zhang Deyun had no choice, so he walked over with a stool and sat behind with a depressed face.

No way, there's no place for a bench in this piece.

"Hey...... Oops......"

Everyone sang in unison, and their voices converged into a powerful spirit that rushed into Liu Xingwu's mind.

At this moment, Liu Xingwu seemed to be enchanted and followed Ying He.

By the time he had come to his senses, the accompaniment had ended.

This song is a classic excerpt from the old dialect, "The King Shouldn't Be Confused About the Law".

The old artists in the Delin class are either sitting or standing, all next to Zhang Delin.

"Grandpa, that's how I felt just now!" Liu Xingwu shouted.

The performance just now was not the slightest artificiality, it was very natural and very moving.

The old artists don't have shadow puppets, but they still sing so well, this is the ability!

"Get out of the sitcom, we just need to sing!" Liu Xingwu shouted excitedly.

"Grandpa, I apologize to you for what happened yesterday, it was my fault, we will adjust our strategy and retrain from today!" Liu Xingwu pleaded.

There are just over ten days left before the show, and time is pressing, and if you can't get results, you have to give up this opportunity.

The previous efforts were all in vain, Liu Xingwu didn't want to waste it, he wanted to fight again, so that people in the world would know the excellence of the old man.

"What you said is simple, what if you can't practice well?" Zhang Deyun sneered, holding a cigarette stick in his hand, but there was nothing in it at all, just making a appearance.

"If you still don't practice well this time, I won't pester you. Liu Xingwu said with a smile.

Zhang He also said: "Grandpa Deyun, we have been practicing for so many days, and if we give up now, we have practiced in vain before, let's insist on persevering, and in the last ten days, it will be over as soon as we get it." ”

The previous problem was because Liu Xingwu didn't know much about the old dialect and misjudged the situation, but now he has found out the mistake and can correct it later.

If you don't practice, you really won't have a chance when you perform.

"Our ancestors have been learning and singing the old dialect for generations, and we can't just stop singing the old dialect in our generation, I agree to continue practicing, what about you?" Zhang Delin took the lead.

Zhang Delu shook his head and said: "There is a place to sing the old dialect, just make money." ”

"I don't care, follow Deringo. Zhang Demin said.

Several other veteran artists also spoke.

Zhang Delin is the class leader, he has already decided to stay, and everyone has no reason not to stay.

As the class leader, Zhang Delin thinks more than others.

The situation of the old cavity is very dangerous, and the identity of intangible cultural heritage is urgently needed, Zhang Delin doesn't care about changing, and he doesn't care about what it looks like, as long as the core of the old cavity is not lost, it is enough.

If the existing way of thinking can't succeed, then think differently.

Zhang Delin is the class leader, and he is the heir of the old man, and he doesn't want to cut off the old one.

"Deyun, what do you think?" asked Zhang Delin.

Zhang Deyun and Liu Xingwu have always been at odds with each other, and as soon as this incident came out, the smell of gunpowder between the two became even stronger.

"Practice. Zhang Deyun scratched his neck with a cigarette stick, squatted on a stool, and said absentmindedly.

Everyone responded, reached a consensus, and continued to practice.

Liu Xingwu is very happy, after watching this "The King Should Not Be Confused on the Law", he already has some new ideas in his heart, and he can't wait to try it, and it is best to get the cooperation of the artists.

Zhang He nodded with relief on the side, and the stone in his heart also fell to the ground, fortunately there was no fight, and the fight would be a big deal.

"Let's go. Zhang Delin stood up and said slowly.

"Let's go!"

Everyone went to Hugou Primary School.

Liu Xingwu began to seriously study the old-fashioned script this time.

Zhang Delin's home is stocked with old-fashioned scripts that have been handed down from the Ming and Qing dynasties, and some of the pages have become tattered, and they seem to be about to break if they touch it.

Only occasionally reminiscing about the past, Zhang Delin will take out these scripts to take a look, and most of the time, these books are placed in wooden boxes.

The content in the book has been passed down from generation to generation, and Zhang Delin's head remembers it better than anyone else.

"When I used to sing, I sat behind the curtain, no matter how many people were in front of him, we sang our own, starting at seven or eight o'clock and singing until twelve o'clock in the evening, Meidi was very!" Zhang Delin laughed heartily.

Before Liu Xingwu didn't come, this was the day of Delinban.

After a hard night's work, the employers paid them a total of only about 100 yuan, which was very small on average.

But at that time, they could sing whatever they wanted.

The old shadow puppet show, it takes a long time to really finish singing a scene, but now that the pace of life is getting faster and faster, no one can patiently listen to a play for several hours.

The old cavity is also growing in change.

"This time, my opinion is to keep the original taste of the old style, and add some natural performances of actors to it to increase the fun. Liu Xingwu analyzed.

People sit around to find out the problem, analyze the problem, and solve the problem.

The old artists are experienced, the young people are active, and they know what the young audience thinks.

The combination of the two is beneficial and harmless.

"Why do you want us to act?" Zhang Delu wondered.

Liu Xingwu hurriedly said: "It's that my expression is inaccurate, in fact, it's not acting, it's just how you usually are in the back, just like we naturally squat up when we see a stool, this is nature." ”

Guanzhong is one of the top ten monsters, and the bench does not sit and squat.

"You said we don't understand this, let's practice first. Zhang Delin proposed.

"Okay, let's try it first. Liu Xingwu rubbed his hands and stepped aside.

The old artists took their places and sat on the benches.

"Grandpa Delu, don't sit in the back, you sit in the front so that the audience can see you. Liu Xingwu commanded.

After this setback, he also understood a lot of things.