Chapter 185 Qinchuan Loess

"If you say that, you're slapping me in the face, if your words don't go into the stream, won't I write all these years in vain?" Zhao Guang said with a smile. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The director looked at Wang Yao quietly, following the translator next to him from time to time.

Another middle-aged uncle, Guan Xianglin, was a little taciturn and ate with his head bored.

Wei Yiping has a lot to say to Wang Yao, because her family has been a folk art family since she was a child, her father and grandparents all sang Qin dialect, and her mother and grandmother made paper-cutting, so she has a special hobby for opera, and she herself is also one of the descendants of Chinese paper-cutting.

Xianyang belongs to Qin Province, Qin Province has been the birthplace of culture since ancient times, among which the Qin dialect and the southern opera are named, and the southern dialect and the northern tune are talking about these two opera ancestors, under the influence of the Qin dialect, this northwest region has bred many local operas, and they are all popular operas.

Let the opera culture of the whole northwest be rich, mountain songs, Qin dialect and other folk art forms have been popular in the loess high slope for thousands of years, and the well-known "Xintianyou" comes from this place.

This time, Lu Sheng and the others came to Xianyang to shoot a discipline film with this Dongying director, and Xianyang is a transit station, and they are about to set off to visit a folk traditional paper-cutting master to shoot a discipline film for him.

Guan Xianglin is to assist in the shooting, he is also a collector traveler, when he was young, he loved photography and folk art, worked as a librarian as a young intellectual, and later with the support of the government, to prepare a 'folk art museum' for the Dragon Kingdom in 1983 embarked on a journey, traveled all over the Dragon Kingdom, looking for folk art masters, recording their lives and income, and leaving them as a memorial to the museum.

I heard that he has visited more than 40 ethnic groups and photographed tens of thousands of materials, all of which are treasures of Chinese art.

Wang Yao admired him very much, and immediately decided to follow Guan Xianglin on the journey to visit folk masters and artists.

Wang Yao's decision surprised everyone.

"Brother Wang, this is not tourism, the residences of those old artists are very remote and the environment is very harsh. Lu Sheng persuaded him, "You are still good, and if something goes wrong, how can I explain to Mr. Qigong." ”

"Follow me, it's bitter. Guan Xianglin glanced at Wang Yao and said softly.

"I'm not afraid of hardship. Wang Yao grinned and said, "I have several masters, all of whom are folk artists, so I also want to visit some masters from other regions, which is also a long experience." ”

"Well, tomorrow morning at five o'clock, I'll send a car to pick you up. Guan Xianglin thought for a while and nodded to Wang Yao, "But you have to be prepared to endure hardships." ”

Wang Yao showed joy and was inexplicably a little excited.

"In this way, follow them to a place first, and if it doesn't work, come back, your trip to Xianyang has only gone a little. Zhao Guang said with a smile.

Wang Yao nodded in response.

Wang Yao returned to the hotel to continue processing the information, and left a message for Song Qianqian, saying that it might disappear for a while, so she didn't have to worry.

After packing his luggage, he left the room and boarded the journey with the car sent by Guan Xianglin.

Guan Xianglin's car is a modified off-road vehicle, which should be a giant pickup truck, and the back is transformed into a small house, stacked with various daily necessities and materials, which has the taste of a mobile house.

Lu Sheng took Director Dongying in the bus behind.

Guan Xianglin is a person who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, and at first he will think he is a little cool, but after contact, he will feel that he is a very talkative person, and his breadth of knowledge makes Wang Yao breathtaking.

These insights are definitely not something that can be experienced by reading books, they must be possessed after personal experience, and it also makes Wang Yao know that in the matter of learning, dead reading is only a direction, not only to read thousands of books, but also to travel thousands of miles.

Since 1983, Kong Xianglong has traveled throughout the Dragon Kingdom for 17 years, visiting thousands of villages, thousands of folk masters, and people of all nationalities.

From the Great Xing'an Mountains with white mountains and black waters to the coast of the South China Sea with fine waves and white sand, from the Penglai Immortal Island in Fusang at sunrise to the Taklamakan Desert in the lonely desert, nine deaths and lives in the lonely investigation.

With this perseverance and persistence, Wang Yao is worthy of being called a big brother.

Guan Xianglin showed Wang Yao the things he had collected in the past few months that he had not had time to sort out, so that Wang Yao once again saw the great charm of folk art, because Guan Xianglin mainly focused on art skills, so he collected a lot of local art works of various nationalities.

There are dozens of intuitive and concrete art works such as painting, inlay, casting, sewing, etc., each of which carries the temperature of a nation.

"These aboriginal art has been inherited for thousands of years, just like the history of China, and you can see the rise and fall and character of a nation from these arts, which is interesting. When Guan Xianglin mentions these folk arts, his face is always full of admiration and gratification.

"It's just that now that ethnic minorities are becoming more and more modern, these inherited crafts have been somewhat lost. Guan Xianglin sighed softly.

"Can't you protect it?" Wang Yao asked with a frown.

"Some special representative crafts will be protected by the state, and most of the rest will be lost naturally, which is regrettable. Guan Xianglin smiled helplessly.

"Why?" Wang Yao was stunned.

"Because, survival of the fittest. Guan Xianglin said with a smile, "The rules in this world are so cruel, although some things are good, but if they can't integrate into this environment, they are chicken ribs, and they will be slowly eliminated, just like the animals on the earth now, some of them can't adapt to the disasters brought by humans, and they will slowly become extinct." ”

Wang Yao frowned: "I don't think that's right." ”

"Of course not. Guan Xianglin smiled, "But there is no way, this is reality, reality is to live, consider some realistic problems." ”

Wang Yao was silent, touching those exquisite and simple handicrafts, "Most people will like these things." ”

"But there are too many types in this world, and not everything can go to the end, unless there is a genius savior in this craft inheritance, which can carry forward this craft, you sing opera, if it weren't for the Hui class entering Beijing that year, and Beijing opera became popular, maybe the current quintessence of the country may not necessarily be anyone. Guan Xianglin took a puff of cigarette and said with a smile.

Wang Yao pursed his lips, "Brother Guan, your idol is Xu Xiake?"

"Of course. Guan Xianglin patted the steering wheel with a smile and said, "I'm luckier than Xu Xiake, with this guy to travel." ”

Wang Yao smiled, "You are all great explorers with an adventurous spirit. ”

"Xu Xiake has made great contributions to the geography, biology and culture of China, I don't think I have that much ability, in my lifetime, I can put down such a folk craft, and leave a trace of thought for future generations, I will be complete. Guan Xianglin smiled.

"You are great. Wang Yao praised.

"Greatness is not about play. Guan Xianglin smiled, and his voice was deep, "But as you play, you become serious." ”

Wang Yao raised his eyebrows slightly, still a little puzzled.

Looking at the high slope of loess outside the window, the magnificence and enormity brought by the terraced loess are unimaginable shocks in the water towns of the south of the Yangtze River.

The style of the northwest is like a burly man, while the water town in the south of the Yangtze River is a handsome son, each with its own merits, but all with a deadly charm that makes people fall into it.

It was the first time for Wang Yao to intuitively feel the local style of a region.

Or the most primitive tribal style, that is, the popular countryside.

Although Wang Yao is an orphan, he still grew up in the city, and although he has been poor from below, he still has not experienced what kind of concept the countryside is.

The last time he met Shengzhou Yue Opera to worship his ancestors, that town was considered to have seen a more traditional countryside, but gradually approached the real obedience, and Wang Yao's own worldview seemed to have been changed.

Yellow, all yellow, connected with the yellow of the land, the earthen walls built, the earthwork, the whole village at a glance, there is not a single red brick house in sight, the most eye-catching color is a few green tile roofs with loess.

The car stopped at the entrance of the village, because the road inside may be a little narrow, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to get out.

Wang Yao got out of the car, and a fishy smell of earth came to his face, making Wang Yao hold his breath, staring at the village in front of him with wide eyes and some incredulity.

To put it mildly, the Qianling Tomb he went to two days ago seemed to be much better than this village, and it was hard for Wang Yao to imagine that there were people living here, and the huge mountain behind the village seemed to be about to collapse at any time and crush the village.

"What are you doing in a daze?" Guan Xianglin took the camera from the car and patted Wang Yao on the shoulder.

Wang Yao came back to his senses: "Ahhh ”

Lu Sheng and the others also got off the bus, and in addition to the Dongying filming staff on the bus, there were also several young people who followed Lu Sheng to condole, bringing a lot of things to the local villagers.

Wang Yao and they walked to the village, the loess road storm dust made everyone a little breathless, this village should have a hundred and ten households, from the entrance of the village there is a huge square-like place, there is a flagpole, the five-star red flag fluttering in the wind.

The red was particularly dazzling against the earthy yellow of the village.

There was a mud house next to the square, the door opened, and a large group of children poured out, which frightened Wang Yao and they instinctively took a step back, but it was Lu Sheng who took Wei Yiping and the students to meet them, and those children did not pounce, but lined up in a row and began to sing.

Looking at this group of children with plateau red on their faces, the style of clothes on their bodies was still the kind that Wang Yao had in his impression when he was a child, and there were some gray-headed and tiger-headed children, Wang Yao didn't know why his heart was sour.

The group of children sang loudly, and the children's voices echoed in the square, mingling with the dust.

"Welcome, welcome, warm welcome~" the children shouted in unison after singing.

A group of adults poured out of the room, most of them were wearing cotton robes, only a few people were wearing some old trousers and floating, and the leader was an elderly man with a wrinkled face, a little thin, wearing a long shirt and floating, shaking hands with Lu Sheng and others excitedly.