Chapter 67 His heart is big

Wang Yao once figured out the realm of Mr. Big, and felt that he had at least reached the realm of detachment, with six pure roots and a heart like water. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

But hearing the news of his old friend by chance still made this old man, who was nearly two rounds of nails, fall into the waves.

On the day he woke up drunk, Mr. Big didn't follow Wang Yao to the street to inquire about the news, but stayed in the hotel with Jin Wensheng and started to write.

"You can't drink any more. Wang Yao put down his backpack and frowned.

"Don't worry, this time it's not liquor, but fruit wine from the boss. Mr. Big smiled and patted the jar of wine.

Wang Yao sniffed closer, and tasted it again, although there was some alcohol, it should be fine.

"Why is it good to serve wine again?" Wang Yao washed his hands and smiled.

"Mr. Big is ready to tell us a story. Jin Wen said musically, in the past, Mr. Storyteller traveled from south to north, and his favorite thing was to listen to stories, because these stories heard on the road will be compiled into storytelling in the future.

Wang Yao raised his eyebrows slightly, came to be interested, and poured himself a glass.

"How's your catch?" asked Mr. Big, holding the bowl.

"It's okay, there are a lot of legends about Mr. Wu Xun, and I also found some jokes from a few local old people, which is quite interesting. Wang Yao said with a smile.

"I filled in the lyrics today and asked your master to sing it in the way of Donglu Kuaishu, a little deflated, but the owner of this shop is also a miscellaneous, and he sang it in the local dialect, which is much smoother, you can add this paragraph to the script. Mr. Big said after eating this dish.

Wang Yao frowned slightly, "How to add?"

"Nian Bai. Mr. Big said, "No one has ever said that the pronunciation should be in the local dialect. ”

Wang Yao was stunned for a moment: "Use the time of reading white to speed up the board, isn't that a mess?"

"Then how do you highlight the identity of Wu Xun as a beggar?" Mr. Big asked rhetorically, "If you wear tattered clothes, you are a beggar?" Drama must have a life, just like opera, and the combination of literary opera and martial arts is wonderful. ”

Wang Yao nodded, pondering carefully.

"My least favorite thing before was to go to the kiln, but I couldn't do it if I didn't, and then I met someone who really loved to shop. Mr. Big squinted and smiled, "That person's name is Hu Shizhi." ”

Wang Yao was shocked in his heart, that master of new thought enlightenment, the president of Beijing University, one of the founders of new Chinese thinking in modern history, actually loved to visit kilns?

"He said that I was Liu Sanchang in modern times, and I thought about it at the time, and it was true. Mr. Big squinted and chuckled, "You know what was the first thing I received when I first embraced the culture of the British Empire?"

Wang Yao blinked, he didn't even know what the culture of the British Empire was.

"Equality. Mr. Big smiled, "It's not like the traditional five permanent ones in our country, there are five permanent ones in the West, but they are built on one basis, that is, equality, that is, mutual respect." ”

"So when I visited the kiln at that time, I was laughed at by my peers for a long time, because I respected everyone, whether it was a prostitute or a lady, and I was respectful, because this feeling of respect for others made me very comfortable. Mr. Big said with a smile, "Once I went to Mingzhu to play, there were a lot of friends with wine and meat, and a friend I brought with me provoked a local snake when I was eating wine, and I went up to apologize." ”

Mr. Big stood up, bent down and hugged his fists at Wang Yao with a smile on his face, "This gentleman, this friend of mine has drunk too much and is moral, and the contemptible Yuan Hanyun has been offended when he first came to you, don't be like him, if you don't get angry, you will beat me." ”

Wang Yao was taken aback and looked at Mr. Big, who instantly turned into an actor.

"It's good that I have a reputation, and the man didn't bother too much. "Mr. Big accepted his acting skills and picked a peanut" Later, because of this incident, I was teased for half my life, Pu Dong asked me, why didn't I just kill the blind at that time, after all, I am the son of the president. ”

"I said, there are some things, right is right, wrong is wrong, so that it can be called equality, so that it can be called life. Mr. Big laughed.

Wang Yao was in awe, the so-called equality is not identity, not status, not a symbol of wealth, but a kind of black and white equality based on respect, that is, the so-called, the Son of Heaven is guilty of the same crime as the common people.

This has been said for thousands of years, but there are a few people who can do it.

Wang Yao now knows why Mr. Big can have such a realm.

"It's this kind of equality that makes me miserable for a while. Mr. Big sighed and poured a sip of wine, "I am the second, after the death of my father, my eldest brother is like a father." ”

Wang Yao raised his eyebrows slightly.

"At that time, among the Beiyang warlords, my prestige was higher than that of my eldest brother, but he was the eldest brother, and I was struggling with this equality and tradition, and Zhan Tianyou, Tang Shaoyi, Xu Shichang, Zhang Zuolin, Yan Xishan, etc., who supported me at that time, were all waiting for me to act, but after thinking about it all night, I gave up that opportunity. Mr. Big's face was not filled with regret or regret, and he looked very relieved.

As long as he nodded, he could tilt the power of the government and the opposition to realize his ambitions, but he gave up because he couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart, Wang Yao still couldn't understand it.

"Although the yellow robe is good, I am not the emperor's life after all. Mr. Big smiled, "The world I yearn for may never come, and I don't want to change the status quo in China at that time. ”

"Liang Qichao gave me a couplet at that time, which looked like an exhortation. Mr. Big squinted and smiled, and said slowly, "Xiaolou had an east wind last night, blowing a pool of spring water. The sycamore is more drizzle, which can eliminate a few dusks. ”

"I laughed at him at the time for sending a pair and had to copy the ancients, and deliberately didn't care about his deep meaning, do you know that these four sentences are all from those poems?" Mr. Big looked at Wang Yao and asked.

"Xiaolou had another east wind last night, so the country can't afford to look back at the moonlight. From "Poppy Beauty" by Li Yu, the queen of the Tang Dynasty

The wind rises, blowing a pool of spring water, idly leading the mandarin duck incense path, and holding the red apricot in his hand. Feng Yansi's "The Golden Gate".

The sycamore and the drizzle are Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice"

A life of haggard is lost, and only a few evenings are gone. It's Zhao Lingji's "Qingping Le"," Wang Yao replied softly.

"What do you think he's talking to me?" Mr. Big continued.

"He is persuading you, don't be the queen of the Tang Dynasty Li Yu has the intention to kill the thief and has no power to return to the sky, don't learn from your father Yuan Shikai to be the lord of the Tang Dynasty, don't learn from Li Qingzhao and others who are sad and sad after the country is ruined, don't be like Zhao Lingji, and regret it for life. Wang Yao pondered for a moment and said softly.

The four lines of poetry used by Liang Qichao are really appropriate, and the benefits are exactly the same as the situation of Mr. Big back then.

"yes. Mr. Big smiled, "It's Mr. Liang who exalted me, where am I the queen of the Tang Dynasty, I am the Liu Yong who was ordered to fill in the words." Mr. Big chuckled, "Do you think I'm a coward?"

Wang Yao shook his head, "When Feng Yansi persuaded the Tang Lord, the Tang Lord once used 'Blowing a pool of spring water, what is the matter?' to ridicule Feng Yansi. So, Mr. Big's father, I guess I told you something. Wang Yao said softly.

Mr. Big suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Wang Yao, and after a long time, he smiled and said, "You know?"

"I look at Mr. Da as a person, guess. Wang Yao said.

"At that time, in the Dragon Kingdom, the troubled times were no longer the power of one person who could turn the tide. Mr. Big sighed lightly, "And I really don't have any eloquence, that's why I fell in love with opera later, and when I was on stage, I could play anyone, and I didn't have to be responsible." ”

Wang Yao pursed his lips and saluted Mr. Da with a bowl.

"I lack a spirit, that is, Zhang Boju's kind of stupidity, which is similar to you, you are all literati. Mr. Big smacked his lips, "I can't, I grew up in a den of bandits." ”

Wang Yao raised the corners of his mouth.

"I grew up with Zhang Boju since I was a child, and I didn't obey him when I wrote poetry, and I didn't obey him even more when I sang, but I was convinced of this person. Mr. Big smiled, "His righteousness is different from mine, he is a kind of righteousness from the inside out, kind, I still have some ego." Mr. Big pondered for a moment, "In the realm of family and country, he has far surpassed me." ”

Wang Yao blinked, a little puzzled, "Why didn't he enter politics at that time?" ”

He doesn't like the deceit in the officialdom, and he doesn't like to deal with people, but he has no choice but to be a filial son, and he stubbornly took the position of the Salt Bank, although he barely survived, but in the end he was ruined, and this matter was his heart disease. ”

Mr. Big paused after speaking, and sighed softly, "But his heart is very big, and he only accommodates the lower country, as well as calligraphy and painting." ”

Wang Yao's heart was shocked.