Chapter 69: Singing and dancing

"There is also a truth in history. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info "Hu Congwu wiped away his tears and knelt in front of Mr. Da at once, "I also gave the teacher an innocence to them, and the innocence of thousands of intellectuals." ”

Mr. Big closed his eyes, seemed to be pondering, and finally shook his head, "It's too difficult, there is no truth in history." ”

"Aren't you willing to help us?" Hu Congwu shouted.

"I'm already a dead man, who can I help?" Mr. Big snorted, drank the last sip of wine, and got up angrily and smashed the porcelain bowl in his hand.

The crackling sound of the porcelain bowl echoed in the courtyard.

Hu Cong is faceless as ashes.

"You get up first. Wang Yao pursed his lips and helped Hu Congwu up, "Don't worry, if there is anything, I will say it tomorrow." ”

Hu Congwu seemed to have been drained of strength, and looked at Wang Yao with some blankness.

Wang Yao helped him to his room, and the old man fell asleep on the bed.

Jin Wensheng was sitting in the courtyard eating alone, when he saw Wang Yao come out and beckoned.

Wang Yao sat back in his seat.

"We are limited in our capacity. Jin Wensheng opened his mouth and said, "It's just a small person in the market." ”

Wang Yao was silent.

"There's something involved, you can't imagine. Jin Wensheng continued.

Wang Yao remained silent.

"Hearing, remembering, passing on, is also a help. Jin Wensheng also pondered for a moment and said.

Wang Yao looked up at his master and said softly, "Times are different. ”

Jin Wensheng smiled and shook his head, "The times are different, but history hasn't changed, it's amazingly similar, isn't it?"

Wang Yao frowned.

"You're still too young, what you have to do now is to do what is in front of you. Jin Wensheng smiled: "Don't think too much. ”

Wang Yao sighed, accompanied Jin Wensheng to help the old man back to the house after eating, cleaned up the table, Wang Yao stood in the courtyard a little confused, and finally thought about it and called the enthusiastic tour guide brother.

After a while, the tour guide's eldest brother stopped in front of the hotel on his bicycle, and Wang Yao walked out and sat on the back seat of the bicycle.

"You can really imagine going to the cemetery at this point in time. The tour guide's eldest brother rode the car and said with a smile.

"Just go and see, I'm afraid it will rain tomorrow and the road will not be easy to walk. Wang Yao said with a smile.

"I'm not afraid of rain, it's not the dirt roads of the past, it's all brick roads now, and it's easy to walk. The tour guide said with a smile.

Wang Yao's eyes lit up and he smiled.

Yes, it's different now, it's all brick and stone roads.

The tomb of Wu Xun is not far from the former residence of Wu Xun, and it takes less than half an hour to ride the road, and there are street lights along the way, which have been illuminating the road to the cemetery.

A stone sculpture of Fortitude is in front of the tomb, behind it is a cement mound, and a tombstone with inscriptions on it.

The Tomb of Wu Qi.

It is said that Mr. Wu Xun lay on his side under the eaves of his private school, listened to the children's reading aloud and passed away with a smile on his face, because Mr. Wu Xun used to often nap under the eaves to listen to the children's classes, so no one bothered him after class that day, but they all obediently lightened their steps, but they didn't want to, this saint has gone immortal. The tour guide's eldest brother squatted to the side and smoked a cigarette, looked at the statue and said.

Wang Yao knelt in front of the tomb, bowed his head and closed his eyes, an old beggar with a kind face in his mind, wearing pudding clothes but not looking sloppy and dirty, the smile on his face was full of satisfaction, but his thin shoulders did not look thin, leaning under the eaves, listening to the sound of children reading, and gradually lost his breath.

What is he laughing at?

This question has always troubled Wang Yao, is it grateful to the students for having books to read, or is he happy that he has fulfilled his dreams, or is he seeing hope?

Wang Yao knelt in front of the tomb for a long time, remembering that when his adoptive father died, he didn't have time to see him for the last time, and when he went, his adoptive father's body had been covered with a white cloth, and when he opened it, he seemed to be asleep, but he didn't smile, but his face was sad.

So before his adoptive father died, he must have been worried about something.

Wang Yao's adoptive father died suddenly of a heart attack due to physical exhaustion while working at the construction site.

is also a passing person, and everyone may be different.

On the way down the mountain, the tour guide said with a smile: "Over the years, I have also sent a lot of tourists up to see, although everyone kneels down, but it seems that they are not as pious as you." ”

"Pious?" Wang Yao was stunned.

"yes, you seem to be asking for something on purpose. The tour guide said.

"I was thinking about what you said about Mr. Wu Xun when he died. Wang Yao said.

"Oh, the old people I saw with my own eyes back then are no longer there, but it is said that there is no difference between what I said, Mr. Wu Xun has worked hard all his life, and finally his merits are complete, and he will go to the immortal without worrying about the sound of reading, which is also a blessing. The tour guide said with a smile.

"But this kind of blessed person has to suffer the pain of digging up graves and exhuming corpses, crushing bones and scattering ashes?" Wang Yao was a little puzzled.

The tour guide was silent for a moment, "Maybe it's because this kind of person is too great and is suspicious, after all, in this world, many people don't believe in kindness, and many people think that there will be no selfless people in this world, so they want to look for an opportunity to expose hypocrisy." The tour guide's eldest brother chuckled, "And there will be more and more such people." ”

Wang Yao frowned deeply.

"When the grave was dug up, I was not yet born, but my father saw it with his own eyes, and the group of people held the little red book and shouted that all capitalism is a paper tiger, and my father almost laughed, if a beggar is capitalism, then who else in this world is not?"

"Did someone stop those people?" asked Wang Yao.

"Who dares to stop it?" the tour guide chuckled, "Whoever stops it will rebel." ”

Wang Yao's heart sank, "Such a big hat?"

"Not only can't you stop it, you can't criticize it, I heard that when the coffin was dug up, there was no burial goods in it, those people were stunned, an old gentleman cried angrily and stepped forward to theorize, took it and was pushed away by them, and almost fell to his death. The tour guide sighed, "The rebellion is justified." ”

Wang Yao pursed his lips.

"They don't need a reason at all, as long as they think, it's fine. The car stopped at the door of the hotel, and the tour guide got out of the car and smiled, "Fortunately, the chairman is wise, otherwise your generation may not be what it is." ”

Wang Yao was stunned for a moment, smiled and nodded, "Thank you, big brother." ”

"Are you going to stay here for a few days? In two days, there will be willow forest flower drums, which is a unique program in our town. The tour guide introduced.

"Okay, it should be able to catch up. Wang Yao nodded, thanked him, and took out the money.

"You don't need it this time, you gave it last time. The tour guide smiled innocently.

Seeing the tour guide's eldest brother walking away in the moonlight, Wang Yao returned to the courtyard without sleep, and wrote things for the night at the stone table in the courtyard.

With Hu Congwu's help, the content of "The Legend of Wu Xun" is much richer, coupled with Mr. Big's superb word-writing skills combined with Jin Wensheng's allegro, this book finally completed the first draft, Wang Yao sorted out the first draft and sent it to the post office, mailed it to Xu Feng, and asked him to take someone to rehearse and try it first, to see what was wrong.

Liulin Flower Drum is a kind of local Yangge in Liulin, which uses flower drums, umbrellas, gongs, whips, etc. as performance props to show skills with dance. The performance form is divided into "martial arts" based on dance and "literary field" mainly based on folk songs. The performance is spicy, bold and bold, and enthusiastic and unrestrained.

Although the actors are all middle-aged villagers, they are full of spirit, look very cheerful, and can intuitively feel the characteristics of the Donglu region.

The performance that day was in the square of the town, and Wang Yao finally knew what it meant to be crowded with people and gongs and drums.

"This kind of grand occasion can only be seen in the private sector now. Jin Wensheng sighed as he looked at the lively crowd.

Mr. Big threw his folding fan and chuckled, "When I was on stage with those big horns in the pear orchard, it was no worse than this scene." ”

"I heard that Mr. was on stage that year, and the women on the ten-mile long street welcomed him. Hu never smiled.

"No, no, no. Mr. Big smiled modestly, "But it's about the same." ”

The fireworks exploded in the sky, lighting up half of the sky, and Wang Yao looked at the cheering crowd in the square, "Is this a grand occasion?"

"Forget it, singing and dancing. Mr. Big glanced at Wang Yao, "What's the matter? ”

Wang Yao smiled, "I've seen it on TV, on the concert videos of those stars." ”

"Oh, it's pretty much the same, the stars of the past are the stars of the present. Mr. Big smiled and nodded.

"Glamorous sound. Jin shook his head slightly.

"I can't say that, in the past, singing was also a glamorous sound. Mr. Big smiled, "The times are different, and the things you appreciate are different." ”

"It's a pity that some things are eliminated. Jin Wensheng said softly.

"The dross will be eliminated, and the good things will be circulated. Wang Yao patted his master on the shoulder and said with a smile.

Jin Wensheng looked at Wang Yao's still somewhat childish face, and laughed along.