Chapter 91 There is no successor

The divination of "Plum Blossom Poem" has been predicted from the Song Dynasty to the change of dynasties more than 1,000 years later, which is quite magical. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The sixth verse is an allegory of the Republic of China.

'The Han sky is white and the Han River is autumn, and the haggard yellow flowers are always sad;

Ji Yao half a liter Ji Dou hidden, the golden crow rises to destroy the sea and mountains. ’

"Han Tian Yi Bai Han Jiang Qiu" means that China, which has experienced 300 years of foreign rule by the Manchu Qing Dynasty, that is, "Han Tian", finally has new hope. "Yibai" is a metaphor for new hope.

"Haggard yellow flowers always bring sorrow" refers to the fact that although the Republic of China Revolution was successful, its foundation was very unstable, such as the "haggard" "yellow flower", which is traditionally often used to refer to immature creatures. Since the national power of the Republic of China has been like a "haggard yellow flower", it has always been worried, so it is said: "always worried".

"Ji Yao Bansheng Ji Dou Yin": "Ji Yao" refers to the red flag of the Republic of China, and "half sheng" refers to the rule of the blue sky and white sun is only a formal unification of the Dragon Kingdom.

The "Golden Crow" in the sentence "The Golden Crow rises and destroys the sea and the mountain" is another name for the sun in ancient times, and here it refers to Dongying, which claims to be the country of the sun. The whole sentence refers to the fate of Japan's rise in World War II, its invasion of the Dragon Kingdom, and its eventual defeat and surrender.

Section 7 is an allegory of the War of Resistance against the Japanese.

'The clouds and mist are vast for each day, and the smoke rises from the poor northwest;

Mobs from the east and thieves from the west, and Hu'er is in front of you. ’

The clouds and mist refer to the time when the future is hazy, the northwest refers to the Yanzhou uprising, the east to the mob refers to the Dongying, the west to the thief refers to the American imperialism, and Hu'er refers to Tsarist Russia.

The eighth song is a fable of the new dragon kingdom.

'Just as the chess world is at the beginning of the situation, mutual aid and harmony are in great difficulty;

The leopard still leaves its skin when it dies, and the best autumn colors are in Chang'an. ’

Section 9 is the future of language

'The fire dragon stung Yanmen Qiu, and the original wall should be difficult for Zhao to receive;

There is a master of strange flowers in the courtyard, and there is no need to worry about the wind and rain all night. ’

The last verse is also an allegorical of the future.

'Count the plum blossoms in the spring of the world, and want to peel off the antecedents;

Huanzhong has its own commitment to weekdays, and the four seas are the guests of honor. ’

After Wang Yao finished writing, he put away his pen and looked at the words he had finished writing with satisfaction.

"You are thinking incorrectly and engaging in feudal superstition. Mr. Qigong's laughing voice sounded behind him, startling Wang Yao.

"Uh, that's what counts?" the corners of Wang Yao's mouth twitched.

"Not so. Mr. Qigong smiled, "But this word, the description is really good, there is kung fu." ”

"Do you think it's possible that Mr. Jin Nong also wrote something on it, so it was cut off?" Wang Yao said with a smile.

"I don't know. Mr. Qigong looked at Wang Yao's words carefully: "Whose inscription have you depicted? ”

"It's Qin Chu Li Si's. Wang Yao replied.

"Oh, where did you see it?" Mr. Qigong was slightly stunned.

"Uh, I forgot, I watched it a long time ago. Wang Yao hesitated, "You know, I don't know what it is, I remember it, and I remembered it later." ”

Mr. Qigong didn't have any doubts, and nodded, "I have a version of "Tui Bei Tu", which should be from the late Tang Dynasty, do you want to take a look?"

"Okay. Wang Yao's eyes lit up, "Plum Blossom Poem" and "Tui Bei Tu" are all things like I Ching divination, which belong to metaphysics, and there are many mysterious things to study, after all, it is quite interesting to predict the future or something.

"I'll look for it later, let's eat first. Mr. Qigong smiled and led Wang Yao to the front yard, and before he could sit down, an elderly nanny came over to Mr. Qigong with a phone.

Mr. Qigong took the phone, his brow gradually furrowed.

"What's wrong?" asked Wang Yao nervously.

"Mr. May is hospitalized. Mr. Qigong glanced at Wang Yao.

Wang Yao's expression froze.

Mr. Qi Gong then said, "Li Zhuo has been cleared out of the Mei faction. ”

"What?" Wang Yao was shocked, at the dinner table yesterday, although he sued Mr. Mei intentionally or unintentionally, but Mr. Mei showed deliberately protecting Li Zhuo at that time, and Wang Yao didn't bother others, but he didn't expect Mr. Mei to be so decisive.

"Did something happen?" Mr. Qigong asked with a frown as he looked at Wang Yao's stunned expression.

Wang Yao blinked, "I'm not sure, didn't I go to the art festival with them, I performed a show on stage without authorization, which may make Li Zhuo think that I stole the limelight, and when he came back, he complained to his superiors, and the minister punished Senior Sister Mao, I couldn't be angry yesterday, and I sued Mr. Mei for two sentences." ”

After hearing this, Mr. Qigong's brows furrowed even deeper: "You came to the stage, didn't you do anything wrong?"

"I put on a little show. Wang Yao swallowed his saliva, a little weak-hearted, "It's much better than Li Zhuo's show, Li Zhuo added a virtual priest role in "Sha Jiabang" in order to please the organizers, I can't be angry, so I want to make trouble. ”

Mr. Qigong paused for a moment, "He actually did this?"

Wang Yao nodded.

"Then you're doing the right thing. Mr. Qigong had a calm face, "He has already gone crooked, no wonder Mr. Mei is so decisive this time." ”

"It's not going to clean up the portal. Wang Yao whispered.

"Bullying the weak, tending to be inflammatory, betraying his virtues, and maliciously attacking his peers are the most serious rules of Meimen, and he has committed them all. Mr. Qigong shook his head, "It seems that this time, it has hit Mr. Mei quite hard." ”

"I'm going to see him. Wang Yao said.

"After eating, let's go together. Mr. Qigong nodded.

"I'm still eating. Wang Yao blinked.

"I can't see it now, and I'm still rescuing. Mr. Qigong patted Wang Yao on the shoulder.

After eating a nervous meal, Wang Yao and Mr. Qigong rushed to the hospital, at this time the hospital gate was surrounded by reporters, although the pear orchard line has declined, but Peking Opera is the quintessence of the country no matter how it is said, and the topic level is very high.

It was difficult to go to the front door, Mr. Qigong made a call to one of Young Master Mei's disciples, and after a while, someone came to pick them up and went upstairs from the special passage.

There are already a lot of people sitting in the ward at the moment, all of them are some elders, Young Master Mei inhaled oxygen, sat on the hospital bed and chatted with them, after Mr. Qigong and Wang Yao came in, everyone stood up and said hello.

"How's it going?" asked Mr. Qigong with concern.

"It's nothing, it's just that the internal fire is booming, and it's a little up. Young Master Mei smiled weakly and looked at Wang Yao, "Why are you here?" ”

Looking at the old man lying on the hospital bed, Wang Yao felt guilty, if he hadn't sued yesterday, maybe the old man wouldn't have gotten angry and stayed in the hospital, "It happens that Mr. Qigong is there, you are fine." ”

"It's fine, minor problem. Young Master Mei smiled and waved his hand, and repeated, "It's really fine." ”

seemed to be comforting Wang Yao, making Wang Yao even more unhappy.

"The patient needs to rest, you can come back tomorrow. Then a beautiful nurse pushed the door open.

Everyone in the ward got up and said goodbye to Young Master Mei.

"Xiao Yao, pay attention. "Young Master Mei kept Wang Yao.

Mr. Qigong looked at Young Master Mei suspiciously, and patted Wang Yao on the shoulder.

Wang Yao stayed and sat on the side of the bed, "What do you command?" ”

"It's not your problem, don't take it to heart. Young Master Mei comforted.

Wang Yao's heart was sour, and he smiled, "You said that, I am even more sad." ”

"I am the youngest son in the family, so I have been very favored since I was a child, my father didn't want me to learn opera, and I really didn't want to learn opera, it was too bitter and a little boring. Young Master Mei said softly.

Wang Yao stretched out his hand to grab Young Master Mei's wrist and help him take his pulse, "You say, I'll listen." ”

Young Master Mei glanced at Wang Yao and continued, "I have always liked foreign things, but since I was a child, I can't guarantee that I will be exposed to it, at that time, the future of Peking Opera was very good, as long as there was a big event, the country would invite my father to go out, but my father was depressed all day long, and even had a sad face. ”

Young Master Mei said and squinted his eyes slightly, looking a little tired, "I was young at the time, I don't know why my father, who was so famous at that time, was worried, and then I listened to him chat with my master Wang Youqing, and I knew that he was worried about Peking Opera, or the future of Liyuan Xing, he said at the time, prosperity must decline." ”

Wang Yao's heart moved, admiring Master Mei Lanfang's foresight.

"At that time, my father had a lot of apprentices, and there were nine children in our family, but they didn't seem to like opera very much. Young Master Mei said and coughed lightly, "Later, when I was eight or nine years old, my father wanted to send me to a school run by Westerners, and I suddenly seemed to have an enlightenment, I decided to study drama, and I was very resolute, and my resolute father was a little surprised." Young Master Mei said as the corners of his eyes rose slightly, as if he was a little happy, "Because that day, I saw four words on my father's desk, and there was no successor." ”

Wang Yao's heart sank suddenly.

"I don't understand the situation of Liyuan Xing at that time, I only know that Peking Opera is very popular, and the whole country is watching it, but I read these four words written by my father, I am a child of the Mei family, how can I let my father have no successor? Since I was a child, my husband taught me that my son inherits his father's business, and I feel that I am not to blame, and besides, I do not contradict Peking Opera. Young Master Mei smiled and said, "The word inheritance, I have as a lifelong creed." ”

Wang Yao patted the back of the old man's hand, "You are already blue." ”

"It's a pity that I inherited some plays, but I didn't pass on the essence of the Mei family. Young Master Mei sighed softly, "I'm very afraid of the words 'no successor', so when I choose a successor, I pay special attention to talent, I think that as long as I teach with my heart, there is no problem in this aspect of life, but maybe I am not attentive enough after all." ”

The old man's voice was full of repentance, and Wang Yao was sad to hear it.