Chapter 130 Resentment in the oil-paper umbrella

It's really hard to say that this kind of thing is apparitional, but the weather in Jiangnan is the same as the little girl's face, a painting style a minute, just now the sky was clear, a gust of wind swept by, and the dark clouds floated over, connected with the small jade that was in a hurry. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

July in Jiangnan is the rainy season, and it rains without saying a word.

Wang Yao squatted in the residence of Xu Feng in the backyard, watching the rainwater flowing from the eaves in the bluestone bricks and flowing into a stream towards the big locust tree flower bed in the middle through the railing, Wang Yao suddenly realized that the ground was not flat, but concave in the middle for drainage.

Wang Yao couldn't help but be impressed by the wisdom of his predecessors, and he really knew how to play.

However, this kind of scene of standing outside the railing and looking at the smoke and rain outside, although the air is mixed with the smell of earthy moisture and flowers, it is a little pungent, but it carries the freshness of nature, which Wang Yao has never smelled in the city.

Xu Feng is obviously used to this kind of scenery, and he doesn't have much feeling, so he pulls Wang Yao to introduce room by room, the decoration and furnishings of each room are different, and listen to Xu Feng's introduction of which Yue Opera predecessors have lived.

In some rooms, there are still some manuscripts placed on the table for future generations to turn over, without the slightest fear of loss or destruction, because every old object of this ancestral mansion, Wang Yao and these descendants must treat it reverently, and dare not slack off and defile it in the slightest.

When people are old, they talk a lot, Wang Yao didn't think it before, but today he noticed it, or he returned to the ancestral house, which reminded Xu Feng of the days when he lived and practiced here before, and he sighed.

At the end of the fifties, when the country's literature and art were in a situation of self-preservation, and they did not dare to perform easily, Xu Feng and the others returned to their ancestral house for refuge, and at that time all the top masters of the previous generation of Yue Opera gathered here.

Now, a lot of people are gone.

This ancestral house has been lived

The four famous dans, the four famous students, the four clowns, and the four old students of the small song troupe are all the originators of Yue Opera, and they have performed the earliest wind and snow moon and the mountains and rivers of the air.

The three flowers, one juan and one laurel who have also lived in the women's class, the four famous students and the three uniques of Yuezhong, the emperor of Yue Opera and the queen of Yue Opera, let the women's women's eyebrows and heroic femininity sway on the stage, creating a prosperous era famous in the south of the Yangtze River.

Yue opera has really reached its peak in Jiangnan, and it was a smash hit in the early years, a big drama between the north and the south, only watching Jingyue.

Peking Opera is like the big brother of Liyuan Xing, calm, concentrated, solemn and prestigious, and has a pivotal position at home.

Yue Opera is like the little sister of Liyuan Xing, graceful and charming, with a low status at home, but it is the icing on the cake.

When Peking Opera was popular, I thought that the old female Peking Opera artists sighed, "Peking Opera is really a man's art." ”

From the beginning of the twentieth century, the national Peking Opera troupe was basically all men, from Tsing Yi to Hua Dan, from old students to young students, all of them were men, so the audience was also men, which is very strange, since ancient times, Chinese men seem to be easily attracted to men.

At that time, there were very few female audiences, and some were only fans of some famous Dans, so the female characters in Peking Opera were foils for the great events of family and country righteousness and loyalty and filial piety, and there were not many female artists in Peking Opera until now.

On the contrary, after the formation of the women's class, it quickly became popular with the lingering love of Jiangnan women, which led to the current prosperity of yin and yang.

The truth that things must be reversed is irreversible, and this kind of situation in the industry of yin and yang and yang and yin has led to the development of the two dramas being single, and there are no more possibilities, leaving a great hidden danger for creation, and this concept is not easy to change.

Therefore, it is becoming more and more difficult to innovate the repertoire of Peking Opera and Yue Opera, because it is difficult to break through.

Yue Opera arose from a Yue Opera movie, which shocked all fans at that time, tired of the deceit and grievances of Peking Opera opera, and the beauty, freshness and lingering compassion of Yue Opera made all fans shine and awakened the love of children of a generation.

Yue Opera, Jin Yong, and Qiong Yao became popular in the same period.

In the heyday of Yue Opera, there were ten sisters of Yue Opera, which was a genre full of flowers, and there were hundreds of Yue Opera troupes in the south of the Yangtze River, and the rise of Yue Opera was a hundred years later than that of Peking Opera, which made up for the prosperity brought by Peking Opera, and was almost popular for 20 years, until the cultural catastrophe.

has been talking about the sinking of Yue Opera to this day, and it has not returned to the public eye, but has become more and more declining.

Whenever these were mentioned, Xu Feng's expression was always very complicated, Wang Yao couldn't see resentment, but he couldn't see anything else, but it was very heavy.

Xu Feng himself was quiet in the room, Wang Yao withdrew from the room, and walked along the corridor to the front hall, the rain was light, but the water flow on the eaves was not small, and the impact of the rain dripping on the masonry was refreshing.

Passing through the front hall, there were several senior sisters wiping the furniture, and after seeing Wang Yao teasing a few words, they gave Wang Yao an oil-paper umbrella.

The oil-paper umbrella is still very unfamiliar to Wang Yao, as soon as the umbrella surface of bamboo and painting oil is opened, there is still the fragrance of bamboo, and the blurred sky can be seen clearly through the somewhat transparent umbrella surface, making the painting on the umbrella surface more hazy.

This is a special charm that is exclusive to the hazy nature of Gangnam.

Walking into the light rain with an umbrella, listening to the 'rustling' sound made by the rain hitting the oiled paper, Wang Yao was always worried, would it leak rain?

However, this should not be Wang Yao holding an umbrella as if entering a strange situation, especially when he saw Zheng Jingjing squatting at the door to enjoy the rain, the moment the two looked at each other, Wang Yao felt numb,

'Jiangnan rain, ancient alleys rhyme, oil paper umbrella in the resentment Dai, lilac flowers under the wet eyes, a curtain of dreams.'

Bai Juyi's song about Jiangnan is really a personal experience.

"What are you doing in a daze?" Zheng Jingjing's cold voice called Wang Yao back to reality.

Wang Yao coughed in embarrassment, his face was slightly red, and he walked over and covered the water flow on her eaves with a paper umbrella, "What are you squatting here?"

"Master said that earthworms will come out of the cracks in the stones and can be fed to the birds. Zheng Jingjing was carrying a small wooden bucket in her hand.

"What bird?" Wang Yao was stunned.

"I heard that my ancestor raised it when he was alive, and I don't know it, but it's beautiful. Zheng Jingjing blinked her eyes wide.

"It's all bricks here, so there shouldn't be any earthworms, so let's look elsewhere." Wang Yao looked around.

"Will get lost. Zheng Jingjing shook her head.

"It's such a big town. Wang Yao pouted.

"You said it yourself. Zheng Jingjing got up and stared at Wang Yao with clear eyes.

Wang Yao's face flushed, and he pointed to the side of the minibus parked when they came, "Walking away and getting lost are two different things, and the land is not far ahead." ”

Zheng Jingjing thought about it, picked up the carpenter, and hesitantly looked at the oil-paper umbrella in Wang Yao's hand.

Wang Yao hurriedly leaned over and punched the umbrella out, so that Zheng Jingjing would not be drenched.