Chapter 129 Rise and Fall to You, I Want You to Be Cautious

The fear of the unknown is a kind of natural nature from people, when the child is born because of the fear of the unknown of the unfamiliar environment around him, he will cry, so for any unfamiliar environment that he has not experienced, people will subconsciously feel fear. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although Zheng Jingjing usually looks very calm, but when she suddenly arrives in such an ancient town, the people around her are all languages that she doesn't understand, and you can't judge whether the other party is good or bad, the fragile side of the girl's mouth appears, so she will subconsciously look for a person she trusts the most.

Wang Yao is also quite uncomfortable, but he is not afraid, the first is because of the boy's fearlessness, and the other is the guarantee of his self-defense ability, so when Zheng Jingjing instinctively hid behind him, it stimulated Wang Yao's manly desire to protect.

Pull hands or something, it's definitely on impulse.

But then he was reluctant to let go, because Zheng Jingjing's wrist was cool, her skin was delicate, her wrist bones were round, and she couldn't put it down because she felt like it was holding it in her palm.

"How long are you going to hold me? The wrist held by Wang Yao gradually became hot, and the slight tingling sensation spreading along the nerve endings made Zheng Jingjing's heart beat very chaotically, and her white and tender little face was also dyed with a layer of redness, but she still snorted coldly with a straight face.

Wang Yao's body stiffened, let go of Zheng Jingjing's wrist with a dry smile, and looked at the senior sisters of the troupe who were surrounded by those enthusiastic villagers, "I'm not afraid that you will get lost." ”

Zheng Jingjing glanced at the flat brick and stone roads and two antique sparse buildings, almost no forks in the road, it was strange if they could get lost.

"Do you understand what they're saying?" asked Wang Yao in a low voice to ease his embarrassment.

Zheng Jingjing shook her head: "I don't understand at all." ”

"Me too. Wang Yao smiled, "Although it is said that the Yue Opera singing segments are all developed from the dialect here, how can it feel that it is a completely different language." ”

"Daily speaking and singing can be the same. Zheng Jingjing glanced at Wang Yao.

There is a century-old house in Dongwang Village, which is the former residence of Jin Qi Bingding given by the local government later, which was repaired at the expense of several grass stage teams at that time, and the Yue Opera Troupe established later is responsible for donating and repairing, in addition to worshipping ancestors, there is also a temporary residence.

Jiangnan buildings have more than two floors, characterized by eaves corridors, the building extends a row of roofs on the ground floor, and railings are set below, and the two together constitute the eaves corridor. Not only can you set up a shop, but it is also a place for people to chat.

The lower floor is made of masonry, and the upper floor is made of wood to protect against moisture.

This kind of building is rare in Hangzhou, because the eaves corridor is now considered an illegal building, and there is no such style of outer wall and inner courtyard, so Wang Yao is still very novel to these buildings.

In the front yard of Kim Ki Bing's former residence stands a huge stone sculpture with a seal carved on it

'Who said that Tonggang is actually a tree?' new tea is lush to the spring breeze.

The mountain boy is still dense with branches, and the neighbor girl is slightly singing leaves.

Nails and cigarettes are pounded at night, and the pneumon dust is washed out.

The singing voices answer each other up and down, and they are different from the same clothes?'

Wang Yao read it out in a low voice.

"This was written by Jin Yongshao, a recorder during the Daoguang period, for the 'landing singing book' of the grandfather. Xu Feng stood behind Wang Yao and said with a smile.

"It's quite meaningful, could it be that Master Zu sang these lingering feelings at the beginning?" Wang Yao said with a smile.

"Folk art originated from the folk, and naturally sang what the people love to hear. Xu Feng said with a smile.

"So, we still have to find a way among the people, and the songs that are sung by the Hall of Elegance are all beautiful sounds. Wang Yao narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Nonsense. Xu Feng smiled, "What did you learn from Mr. Jin?"

"A state. Wang Yao thought for a moment and said with a smile, "A state of a folk artist." ”

"Take away the dross and take the essence from it. Xu Feng admonished.

"Yes. Wang Yao nodded, "By the way, Master, can you understand the words of these fellows?"

"I don't fully understand. Xu Feng shook his head and glanced at Wang Yao, "But after so many years, how much can I understand, who said that only the same language can communicate?"

Wang Yao paused and blinked.

"Be mindful. Xu Feng smiled, "Let's go, I'll take you around." ”

Wang Yao turned his head to find Zheng Jingjing.

"She was taken away by Mao Mao. Xu Feng said.

Wang Yao touched his nose and followed Xu Feng to the backyard.

In the front hall, I read some poems hanging on the wall, all of which are the comments left by the literati of the past dynasties to Yue Opera, among which the literati of the Republic of China are the most, and they enter the backyard through the front hall, the courtyard paved with blue bricks and stones, there is a flower bed in the middle, a towering locust tree, and the crimson flowers are in full bloom.

Wang Yao finally found the source of the fragrance he smelled just now.

The locust tree is also hung with various wooden planks tied with red silk, and the tree is hung all over the tree.

Xu Feng bowed in front of the locust tree: "These are the apprenticeship cards of the sages. ”

Wang Yao unexpectedly went around and visually inspected at least a thousand brands.

"There weren't so many of them before, but after the girls' class was completed, there were more of them. Xu Feng said.

"By the way, I've always been curious about this question, the landing singing books are all men's classes, why are they all women's classes in the later stage, and now there are very few male artists?" Wang Yao asked suspiciously.

"There is a process for the development of landing singing books from quyi to opera, quyi is mostly male artists, and opera is mostly male dan, but after the formation of the women's class in the later period, there are more female artists from all over the country, and the creators of the drama are also female predecessors, so there are more women. Xu Feng explained, "I used to learn opera, all of them were men, because I was too tired to practice, a stack of water sleeves was more than ten catties, a set of blankets was two hours, and a Ding was half a day, it was too bitter, and I couldn't eat enough at that time, and the girls themselves were weak, so there were few female artists in the early days, and later when they were full, there were more female artists." ”

Wang Yao raised his eyebrows slightly, "Why do you think this is weird." ”

"Don't misinterpret. Xu Feng scolded with a smile, "But after all, this industry is highly talented women, which is also an indisputable fact, and women's performances are more delicate." ”

"I'll try. Wang Yao said with a smile.

"Just don't go down the wrong path. Xu Feng glanced at him.

"This tree is almost 100 years old, and it is a witness to the rise of Yue Opera, and it is the soul of Yue Opera. Xu Feng looked up at the wooden signs that were blown by the breeze and collided, and said in a deep voice.

Wang Yao stood up straight respectfully and bowed for the ancestors.

"In troubled times, there must be heroes. Xu Feng looked at Wang Yao, and his tone changed a little majestic, "Wang Yao, in front of the ancestors, tell me, what do you want." ”

Wang Yao frowned and replied without hesitation, "Inheritance." ”

"Would you like to swear?" Xu Feng asked.

Wang Yao raised his hand and swore an oath, "I am sincere and sincere, I am proud of the gods of the mountains and rivers, I am now inheriting the ancestral arts, guarding the gate, camping hard, leaving my land, the name is right, the ghosts are weeping, the determination is strong, and the swear is unswerving. ”

"Good. Xu Feng shouted, his eyes red, "Rise and fall to you, Wangjun is cautious." ”

The corners of Wang Yao's mouth twitched, "Master, don't put so much pressure on me." ”

Xu Feng's tiger eyes straightened, "There is no pressure, where is the motivation, anyway, you swore an oath." ”

Wang Yao rolled his eyes speechlessly, and in his heart he thought that Xu Feng was pressing the treasure indiscriminately.

Before it was suddenly over, a gust of wind swept by, and the originally clear sky seemed to quickly become gloomy, and the wooden signs on the locust trees were blown to make a 'bang', which sounded nice and gloomy.

Wang Yao's hairs fell to the tree.

Damn, isn't it really a manifestation???