Chapter 22: The Old Man

Although Wang Yao is not good at dealing with people, he is not stupid, and he also knows that it is not polite to see people empty-handed, so Wang Yao ran to the commissary to get half a pound of loose liquor, and then ran to knock on the door. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Knocking on the iron door, there was a dog barking in the yard, and after the dog barked a few times, a confident scolding sound came, Wang Yao raised his eyebrows slightly, the iron door made a piercing creak, the iron door opened, and a white-haired old man in a Tai Chi suit poked his head out and looked at Wang Yao suspiciously, "Who is the young man looking for?"

It stands to reason that the voice of an old man at this age will be somewhat weak or hoarse, but this old man's voice is full of confidence and clear, without the turbidity of the elderly.

Wang Yao, who already had so much theoretical knowledge, heard it at once.

This old man is not an ordinary person.

"Grandpa, do you remember me?" Wang Yao remembered that the old man was from Beijing, so he deliberately adjusted his accent to the north.

"Who are you?" the old man looked at Wang Yao.

"When I was a kid, I lived across from you and played chess with you. Wang Yao pulled a stiff smile.

"Oh?" the old man's eyes lit up, "Is it Wang Shuo's youngest son?"

"Exactly. "Wang Shuo is the name of Wang Yao's adoptive father.

"I haven't seen you in years. The old man pushed open the door and welcomed Wang Yao in, and when he laughed, the folds on his face were wrinkled together, and he looked very kind, "Come in." ”

Wang Yao bowed politely and walked into the courtyard.

Although it was an open-air courtyard, I don't know why Wang Yao felt that the temperature was obviously different from the outside of the door when he walked in, and it was very clear.

The yard is paved with bluestone bricks, there is a small vegetable garden in the corner, Jingba has been squatting in the kennel and looking at Wang Yao, the steps are full of flowers and plants on both sides, a stone table in the middle, the whole yard has a taste of paradise, which makes Wang Yao very kind.

"Why do you remember me, old man?" the old man smiled and sat on the stone bench with Wang Yao.

Wang Yao put the loose liquor on the stone table, "This is for you." ”

"Come on, and be so polite. The old man smiled and glanced at the loose wine in his bag, "Is your father okay?"

Wang Yao's face darkened, and then he smiled, "My father passed away two years ago. ”

The old man looked stunned, then patted his thigh with a sad expression, sighed, and said, "The thief is unfair, good people don't live long." ”

Wang Yao pursed his lips.

"Sorry, kid. The old man looked at Wang Yao with distressed eyes, "Now you are alone?"

"Well, I'm doing pretty well at school. Wang Yao smiled, "When my father passed away, I mentioned your kindness, and I didn't take the time to see you until now, so I really don't want to go." ”

Wang Yao didn't make this up, it is true that when his adoptive father died, he asked him to have time to come and see the old man, because he seemed to have received the favor of the old man, but Wang Yao's own life has been a problem for so many years, so naturally he has no time to see the old man.

I don't know if this time is fate.

"Don't say that, they're all hard-working. The old man sighed, "You are a child, life is not easy." ”

"It's okay, my father left some money and a scholarship from the school. Wang Yao said with a smile.

"Where do you go to school?" asked the old man.

"Hangcheng Art School High School. Wang Yao replied.

"Hang Yi. The old man touched his chin, "Why did you choose this school?"

"I don't have a hukou here, so I can't go to a regular school. Wang Yao scratched his head.

"I forgot. The old man patted his head and said with a smile, "Hangyi is also a place to teach people crafts, what are you learning, child?"

"I don't have any special skills, but now it's okay to take cultural classes, and I have to wait for the university to divide the subjects. Wang Yao replied.

"Considering your age, you should be going to school this year, what are you going to study?" the old man asked with a smile.

"I haven't had a direction yet, but I saw a few disciplines yesterday, and they were all quite interesting, and there was a dean who wanted to accept me as an apprentice, did you say it was interesting? Wang Yao said with a smile.

"Headmaster, Xu Feng?" the old man raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Do you know?" Wang Yao was also surprised.

"Yes, yes. The old man looked at Wang Yao again.

The appearance of ordinary people, the height conditions are not up to standard, and the voice is not surprising, but a pair of phoenix eyes are good, and no matter how you look at it, they are not superior pear garden seedlings.

However, the old man has some personal relations with Xu Feng, and he knows that the other party will not be untargeted, and there must be something extraordinary about this child.

"Son, can you sing?" asked the old man again.

"I've heard a little, but they say I have the potential to be a drama critic. Wang Yao said shyly.

"Oh?" the old man was taken aback again, and said with a smile, "It seems that you don't hear a little, it just so happens that I am also a little interested in their pear orchard, I'll go get some snacks, let's talk." ”

Wang Yao watched the old man walk towards the back room with his back straight, and looked at the second floor of the courtyard again, guessing what the old man was about and what traditional culture needed to be inherited.

The old man came back with a few bags, containing snacks such as melon seeds, hawthorn slices, etc., "What jokes have you heard?"

Wang Yao brainstormed and reported a few relatively ordinary excerpts from Yue Opera, such as "Sister Jiang", "Thrush", "Liang Zhu", "Three Smiles" and so on.

The old man knocked the melon seeds with his already somewhat degenerated teeth, and discussed these excerpts of Yue Opera with Wang Yao with a smile over and over again, Wang Yao didn't dare to say more, he could only say some superficial things, because he felt that this old man seemed to be deliberately testing him.

It seemed that he was happy, the old man took out the wine cup again, poured a glass of loose liquor brought by Wang Yao, and sipped it, it seemed to be really a small talk.

"The kid knows a lot. After half a cup of wine, the old man stopped talking and said with a smile.

Wang Yao smiled humbly: "It's all fur." ”

"Do you think singing is interesting?" asked the old man with a smile.

"It's ok, it just feels like it's a little difficult. Wang Yao scratched his head.

"What is difficulty, how can there be craftsmanship that is not difficult?" the old man chuckled, "These are the skills to live, how difficult it is to live, how difficult the craft is." ”

Wang Yao blinked, and a trace of inexplicable vicissitudes flashed in his heart.

"What's the boy's name?" asked the old man again.

"Boy Wang Yao. Wang Yao hurriedly replied.

"Old man, my surname is Jin, I am famous, I have studied Peking Opera since I was a child, and then my voice was ruined, and I finally fell on the door of Kuaishu. The old man Jin Wensheng said with a smile.

"How translucent the old gentleman's voice is. Wang Yao was overjoyed and hurriedly complimented.

"What's the use of translucent tops. Jin Wensheng The old man laughed and got up, some of his thin body was old-fashioned, and he did have a bit of charm, "I can't shout my voice, and I can't cover the clouds and the moon, the pear orchard line, what I eat is talent, and if my throat is ruined, this talent will go to the sixth, no matter how hard you work, it will be difficult to become a corner." ”