Chapter 68: What Do You Want to Do?

"Later, we often drank, and when he was drunk, he would sing operas and sing the old student's "Lost Space Chop". Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Mr. Big laughed.

Wang Yao raised his eyebrows slightly, "Lost Space Chop" is a set of repertoire, which is the repertoire about Ma Jian during Zhuge Liang's Northern Expedition, "Lost Street Pavilion", "Empty City Strategy" and "Chopping Ma Tan" are all classic Peking Opera repertoire.

Zhang Boju likes this play, he should admire Zhuge Liang's majestic strategy, and turn the tide in the building.

"Except for Zhang Xueliang, who doesn't like to sing and like to listen, everyone else likes to sing, me, Pu Dong, Boju, because the three of us are considered to have something in our hearts, Zhang Xueliang said that he was stupid, he was also shrewd, the only thing was that he had nothing in his heart. Mr. Big smiled and shook his head, "There is a word 'play' in his heart." ”

Wang Yao frowned slightly, he had learned about Zhang Xueliang in middle school textbooks, and it seemed that the evaluation was okay.

"Boju is talented, so we drink, play the poetry bell, is to light a piece of incense, connected with a silk thread to wear copper coins, incense burned until the silk copper coins dropped, and do things within a limited time. Lottery. Mr. Big smiled, "I deliberately folded half a stick of incense to make it difficult for him." ”

Wang Yao couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

He grabbed three words, soul, elephant, and six songs. Mr. Big frowned slightly, as if recalling, he said, "At the end of the day, the wind comes to the group of elephants, and the dream is cool in autumn." ”

Six singing refers to the use of the specified word for the sixth character in the couplet.

"The next link is drawn, Tang, water, the second singer" Mr. Big paused and said, "The Southern Tang Dynasty has been a light lord for a long time, why do you need to recognize the back body when drinking water." ”

"You said that this kid is full of national hatred and family hatred, does it have anything to do with him?" Mr. Big sneered, but there was envy and praise in his tone that could not be concealed.

'At the end of the day, the wind comes to the group of elephants to move, and the dream is cool in autumn. ’

It's about the sadness of being an ambitious person in that era of extraordinary war.

"The Southern Tang Dynasty has been a despised lord for a long time, why do you need to recognize the back of drinking water?"

The Southern Tang Dynasty refers to Li Yu, the queen of the Tang Dynasty, and drinking water is Nalan Xingde.

Li Yu, the queen of the Southern Tang Dynasty, is unparalleled, but the country is ruined and unable to return to the sky, and Nalan Xingde is a Manchu Zheng Yellow Banner nobleman, his father Nalan Mingzhu is a generation of powerful ministers, Nalan Xingde was born in a powerful family, but her heart for the common people and her loyalty to love made her depressed at the age of nearly thirty.

Using these two people to make poems, it can be seen that Zhang Boju's mentality at that time was the same as that of these two young talents.

The sadness of being born at the wrong time is a reminder.

"When Mr. Zhang was hit, the most powerful person who criticized him at that time was the person from Liyuan Xing, of course, not those masters, but some smiles, one of them was named Qian Baosen, I have heard of some, and the rhetoric was very inferior, but then Qian Baosen died, and Mr. Zhang also asked someone to bring the gift money to show ease, and Mr. Zhang's monthly food expenses were only ten yuan at that time. Jin Wensheng said softly, "Mr. Zhang is a human being, and it is difficult for my generation to reach him. ”

"So, he's a fool. Mr. Big chuckled.

Just when Mr. Big was about to say something, there was a shout from the proprietress in the front yard, and the three of them stopped their voices at the same time, and after a while, the proprietress took an old man in a long shirt into the backyard, it was the Hu Congwu who came yesterday.

Seeing Hu Congwu, Mr. Big smiled, "What? ”

Hu Congwu respectfully bowed to Mr. Big, "Student Hu Congwu, I have seen Mr. Hanyun." ”

Hu Congwu's voice trembled a little because of excitement.

"How did you recognize me?" said Mr. Big.

"I couldn't have imagined it. Hu Congwu looked a little excited, "But after seeing Mr. again, I always felt that it was difficult to sleep, so I checked the teacher's notes and flipped through a photo, and I was shocked." ”

The proprietress pushed out and closed the yard door.

"Sir, please be seated. Wang Yao got up and gave up his place, and went to the house to get another bench.

"Sit down and eat a little, just talking about your master. Mr. Big chuckled.

Hu Congwu respectfully took the wine bowl, took a small sip, and looked at Mr. Big with a flickering color, "Mr. is not dead?"

"Dead. Mr. Big smiled as he ate peanuts.

Hu Congwu paused for a moment and stroked his beard, "When the family teacher was reincarnated, he said that Mr. was unparalleled in learning, but unfortunately he died young. ”

"What else did he say about me?" Mr. Big chuckled.

"No, except for the occasional daze of looking at some of your notes. Hu Congwu said softly.

"After I die, where will all my things go?" Mr. Big raised his eyebrows slightly.

"It was brought by the eldest prince. Hu Congwu said.

The eldest prince refers to Mr. Big's brother, Yuan Keding, who has made Mr. Big entangled.

"What happened to him?" said Mr. Big.

"The president's restoration failed, the Yuan family shouted and beaten, the eldest prince was cornered, and then the family teacher took in the eldest prince, and then took him in for ten years. Hu Congwu said softly.

Mr. Big nodded silently.

At that time, the puppet Manchu government wanted the eldest prince to be in power, but the eldest prince refused. Hu Congwu said again.

Mr. Big raised his eyebrows, "Our Yuan family can sell anything, sell houses and land, sell officials and sell knights, but never sell the country." ”

Wang Yao was shocked in his heart, this traitorous statement was too ruthless.

"Naturally, the president also had his own considerations for the restoration of the year, and the family teacher said that the tide of the times will never stop moving forward because of one person. Hu Congwu said.

"What else happened later, I heard that Boju was hit?" Mr. Big asked.

Referring to these, Hu Congwu sighed with a gloomy face, "Later, the Anti-Japanese War and the Civil War broke out, which made the teacher toss and turn, and finally was hit, and life was very hard, but he and his wife survived. ”

"With his character, he shouldn't be easily targeted. Mr. Big said.

"At that time, many people were divided, and the teachers did not escape the bad luck, and those who felt that they were literate and rightists were simply unreasonable. Hu Congwu said angrily.

Mr. Big sneered, "There are people who are jealous, but there are no people who laugh." ”

Wang Yao glanced at Mr. Big's sarcastic expression.

"At that time, the biggest rightist Mr. Zhang Bojun was hit very hard, and finally died of anger, Mr. Zhang Bojun was originally full of peach and plums, and there was no one to hang after his death, only his wife and daughter received the ashes of the old man, the family teacher was nearly seventy years old at the time, and after hearing the news of the death of his deceased friend, he was on crutches to find the traces of Zhang Bojun's widow, and Zhang Bojun's widow cried bitterly at that time, saying, 'Bojun knows all over the world, and no one dares to condolence after death, you are the first person. Hu Congwu's eyes were red when he spoke, and his eyes were full of tears.

Wang Yao silently wrote down this somewhat unfamiliar name, Zhang Bojun.

"Zhang Bojun, the promoter of the Nanchang Uprising. Mr. Big glanced at Wang Yao and said, "This is a very talented person, not less than Hu Shizhi, not less than Lu Xun, and at the same time not as good as Zhu De politically." ”

Wang Yao nodded, understanding what Mr. Big meant.

"Mr. Zhang's daughter, Zhang Yihe, this is also a well-known figure in the opera world, if you have the opportunity, you can visit. Jin Wensheng smiled at Wang Yao.

Zhang Yihe said in an interview that Zhang Boju and Zhang Bojun are just gentlemen's friends who look at paintings and chat, and he can't be compared with Zhang Bojun's comrades-in-arms who forgot to die, nor can he be compared with those who have been promoted by Zhang Bojun. But at that time when she and her mother felt absolutely indifferent and desperate, an elegant old man who had nothing to do with her relatives knocked on the low door of their house and sent a 'festival mourning'. Hu never said anything.

Jin Wensheng patted Hu Congwu's shoulder, "Drink slowly, speak slowly." ”

"Can't be any more slow, I'm afraid I won't live long. In order to let our group of students escape the poisonous hands, the tutor sacrificed himself as a shield, and let us take out all the things he left in his life. ”

Wang Yao was shocked, held the old man's hand, and pressed the acupuncture points to relieve the old man's sadness.

Mr. Big drank silently, looked at Hu Congwu and shook his head, "What do you want to do?"