Chapter 128: My Little Junior Brother

Wang Yao waited at the intersection for a while, and several little girls passing by looked at him and pointed, which made Wang Yao a little nervous.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, the small passenger car that was a little broken last time stopped in front of Wang Yao, and when the door opened, I saw He Saifei's smiling face, "Get on the bus." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Wang Yao got into the car and found that the minibuses were basically full, all of them were from the troupe, and there were some people who had never seen it, Xu Feng, Mao Weitao and Zheng Jingjing were sitting in the back row.

He Saifei took Wang Yao's arm and introduced it to the others in the car, and Wang Yao greeted them one by one.

"Brother Wang, I have admired the name for a long time, I am Liu Yunqing. A man who smiled very kindly shook Wang Yao's hand.

Wang Yao's heart sank, this is the deputy head of the regiment who gave Senior Sister Mao a headache, but he stretched out his hand not to hit the smiling person, Wang Yao also smiled and said, "Hello Captain Liu, I always hear the master mention you." ”

Liu Yunqing smiled, "It's rare for a male compatriot to come to the troupe, let's protect it well." ”

"Who said it was from the troupe, this is our little brother. He Saifei took Wang Yao's arm and stepped back, today she wore a small cheongsam, which made her delicate and graceful figure more obvious, and Wang Yao's arm squeezed on her chest was slightly deformed.

Liu Yunqing was stunned, and then laughed with the others in the carriage, "Degotta know it's your little junior brother, yours." ”

Wang Yao's face was crimson, a little embarrassed.

He Saifei proudly took Wang Yao to the back seat,

The back seat can seat five people, but there are some salutes on the other side, so it is more crowded, but fortunately, except for Xu Feng, everyone else is thin.

"I'll just stand. Wang Yao looked at the remaining one, pulled the armrest and smiled.

"Just squeeze it. Mao Weitao smiled and moved inside, and Zheng Jingjing also moved.

"Just sit down like this. He Saifei said and pushed Wang Yao to the seat, and sat on Wang Yao's lap at once.

"Shhh Wang Yao instinctively gasped, and subconsciously looked at Zheng Jingjing beside him.

Zheng Jingjing also obviously stiffened, and her eyes met Wang Yao, but she immediately turned away.

Wang Yao froze and didn't know what to do, He Saifei was not heavy at all, and the plump buttocks sitting on his legs were extraordinarily soft, coupled with the smell of perfume on her body, Wang Yao's mind was confused, and he didn't know where to put his hands.

He Saifei looked at Wang Yao's stiff expression, chuckled, and leaned back.

Wang Yao only felt that the soft soft flesh on his thighs slid down to the outside of his thighs, and then two white and slender legs rested on his legs that were close together.

"That's it. Leaning behind and saluting, He Saifei, who was sitting sideways in a chair, smiled, his posture bewitching and lazy.

"Don't make a fuss about Xiaoyao. Mao Weitao couldn't stand it anymore, and rubbed his temples with a headache.

"There's no way, the situation is forced, is the senior sister heavy?" He Saifei looked at Wang Yao who was blushing to the base of his neck with an innocent face.

"It's ok. Wang Yao said embarrassedly, raising his hands and not daring to put them indiscriminately.

A hint of cunning flashed in He Saifei's eyes, and he pursed his lips and chuckled, "Where did you run all this time?"

"I'm going to see an old man. Wang Yao replied.

Xu Feng, who was in the know, looked sideways slightly, but did not speak.

"By the way, Master, Master Jin handed you a post. Wang Yao turned his head to Xu Feng and said.

Xu Feng nodded, "Show me." ”

Wang Yao said and reached out to get the bag, but He Saifei took the first step to hold the bag in his arms and pulled the chain, Wang Yao reached out in embarrassment and touched the letter, and at the same time always felt that he had touched something great through the bag.

He Saifei's cheeks were crimson and white at Wang Yao, and then he was curious to find something in Wang Yao's bag.

Xu Feng took the letter and opened it and read it seriously.

Mao Weitao was talking to Wang Yao, and only Zheng Jingjing sat silently in his seat, glancing at He Saifei who was rummaging through the bag.

"Hey, how can there be this?" He Saifei curiously took out the gown that Jin Wensheng specially found a tailor at the corner of the street to make from his bag.

"Ah, this one was given by someone else. Wang Yao said with some embarrassment.

"There's also a long gown, isn't this the standard for storytellers? He Saifei's face was full of disgust, "If you like to wear this, I know a tailor who can make robes." ”

"Alright, stop selling. Mao Weitao rolled his eyes and congratulated Saifei.

"Wait and show it to my sister. He Saifei hugged the robe and smiled into two crescents, "It just so happens that my senior sister recently took over a drama of "Thunderstorm", and I can't find anyone to play. ”

Wang Yao smiled awkwardly, rummaged through the bag, and took out a small bag, wrapped in beautiful satin, with Wang Yao's handwritten words on it.

'Zheng Jingjing's personal enlightenment'

"Well, I've got you covered. Wang Yao grinned, showing a mouthful of white teeth and giving the burden to Zheng Jingjing.

Zheng Jingjing raised her eyebrows slightly, and reached out to take the burden, "That's all?"

"What is this?" asked Mao Weitao curiously.

"Apprenticeship. Wang Yao said with a smile.

"What are they?" Mao Weitao was stunned for a moment.

"It's the six rites that bind you. Wang Yao replied.

Mao Weitao and He Saifei were stunned at the same time, and then chuckled, He Saifei nodded Wang Yao's head coquettishly, "I didn't expect you to be an old antique, it's not popular to send these now." ”

"Then what's going on?" Wang Yao was taken aback.

"It's just that you two didn't send it. Xu Feng accepted the letter and snorted lightly.

He Saifei pouted.

"Xiao Yao is respecting tradition by doing this, let's just say that you women have long hair and short knowledge. Xu Feng said.

"Hey, hey, hey, the old man is attacking us again. He Saifei rolled his eyes.

"The six etiquettes are a rule handed down from ancient times, and you can't use it because few people use it now, and it's someone else's business that others don't use, and we don't use it, so it's not right. Xu Feng said with a serious face.

Mao Weitao touched his bangs awkwardly, looked at Wang Yao with white eyes, and asked Xu Feng in a low voice, "Then what should I prepare?"

"What did your master give you when you apprenticed?" Xu Feng asked rhetorically.

"It seems to have given me a head, and I don't need it now. Mao Weitao was a little confused.

Xu Feng was silent for a while: "Then give the money." ”

"It's too cheesy. Mao Weitao rolled his eyes, "What did you prepare for Xiao Yao?"

A word of advice was prepared. Xu Feng said in a deep voice.

The corners of Mao Weitao's mouth twitched, "Don't you also prepare for anything." ”

Xu Feng pretended not to hear.

The passenger car staggered onto the highway, and this was the first time Wang Yao had taken a car to go far away.

The place where they went to worship their ancestors was Shengzhou, a place called Dongwang Village, which was the place where the ancestor came out of the mountain at the beginning of Yue Opera.

The ancestor of Yue Opera is named Jin Qibing, a farmer, but his natural musical talent made him love singing, and the most sung at that time were some Buddhist songs and mountain songs, Jin Qibing was omnipotent, and he could also create, see people sing people, see mountains and sing mountains.

The more he sings, the more he studied, let Jin Qibing slowly talk about the kneading and confluence of the poll Buddhist music, and the 'Gongqi tune' that is widely spread in Shengxian County is also known as the four different tunes.

Later, Jin Qibing sang popular in the folk, many people in the village worshipped him as a teacher to learn art, Jin Qibing officially opened a sect, laid the foundation for the 'landing singing', and later Jin Qibing and his disciples sang books in various local villages to make money, enriching the cultural and entertainment activities of local farmers, and also achieved the Yue Opera known as Chinese opera.

Jin Qibing was regarded as the ancestor of Yue Opera, so every time there was a big event in Yue Opera, that is, the big thing of accepting apprentices from his descendants would return to the village where he came out of the mountain, and now it has been renamed Dongwang Village to worship his ancestors.

Shengzhou is the remnants of Wu Yue, and the Wu language system here is relatively intact, similar to the current pearl, Hangzhou dialect but does not understand, and the tone is more beautiful.

Because Wu language is the closest to the ancient Yayan language family, the words rhyme, and the rhyme book in the ancient book has a very high matching rate, all have the "water is clear and the south of the Yangtze River is beautiful, and the Wu sound is good in the drunk".

After driving for nearly three hours, I finally arrived at this place belonging to Dongwang Village, Matang Village, Shengzhou.

It was the first time for Wang Yao to see this kind of completely antique village, not like the dilapidated on TV, but there are few modern buildings, all the ancient buildings brought by the kind of style that belongs to the characteristics of the south of the Yangtze River, which makes Wang Yao feel like he has entered another world.

Especially when he got out of the car, the warm welcome of the villagers wearing old sweatshirts outside beating gongs and drums made Wang Yao a little overwhelmed.

Even more confused than him was Zheng Jingjing, as a child born in the city since he was a child, this kind of village with completely natural words made Zheng Jingjing feel a trace of fear, and instinctively stood behind Wang Yao, and his originally cold eyes became timid.

Wang Yao swallowed his saliva and watched the senior sisters of the troupe and Xu Feng and others hug and talk warmly with those villagers, and the dialects that became passionate because of happiness all revealed the simplicity and hospitality of the locals.

But what puzzled Wang Yao was that they really understood these dialects, and how did they talk so happily?....

Turning his head to look at Zheng Jingjing, who was more confused than him, Wang Yao coughed lightly and reached out to grab Zheng Jingjing's wrist.

Zheng Jingjing's body trembled and she instinctively struggled, but she didn't struggle away.

"Don't be nervous, follow me. Wang Yao turned his head to Zheng Jingjing and smiled.

Zheng Jingjing blinked, looking at Wang Yao's face that was particularly bright with a smile, and suddenly had some doubts.

He... How did it get good looking?