Chapter Ninety-Three: The Red Sun Rises, and Its Way is Bright

There are too many mythological coincidences in the story to make the plot somewhat dramatic, but the suspiciousness and evil of the Su family's father and son, as well as the incorruptibility and torture of the two county orders, all expose the darkness of the society at that time. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

In order to praise his official virtues, the creator created this story based on him, in addition to praising honesty and integrity, but also conveyed the wishes of the grassroots people from the perspective of the common people.

The Xiong brothers are all friendly, righteous and motivated good people, Hou Sangu and Su Xujuan are also beautiful girls in their youth, but these four people who are the embodiment of beautiful characters in the world have been tortured and destroyed by fate. , suffering mental and physical tribulations.

The common people sympathize with their suffering, so there will be Guo Zhong, an honest and honest adult, to rehabilitate and correct these four hard-working young people.

These are the people's hopes for good things, although there will be tribulations, but good people will eventually get good fortune, and later created the follow-up to "Fifteen Runs", the Xiong brothers went to Beijing to catch the exam, and both won the champions.

It's a happy ending.

In short, this repertoire is a repertoire of myths and ghosts, with sorrow and joy, coupled with the interpretation of the Qin dialect, the words cry blood when they are sad, and they are full of pride when they are happy, which has a different taste.

made Wang Yao feel the charm of another form of opera.

In the afternoon, it's all northern opera, the Qin dialect starts, and then the Han opera and the Jin opera.

At this time, the gap between the art forms of the south and the north is revealed, and the contrast is clear.

However, Wang Yao found that there was a gap in the art form, but the central idea of the repertoire was to praise good morals, although there were sorrows and joys, but in the end they were all 'elegant'

Today's play is not too long, an excerpt of about 40 minutes in a repertoire is not as long as the first day of Yue Opera, and it can also be seen that the focus of this exchange meeting is also visible.

Hearing the end of the last game of the night, Wang Yao pushed Zhao Lirong upstairs to say goodbye to the old man, and Mr. Qigong stopped Wang Yao.

Wang Yao followed Mr. Qigong into the room suspiciously, the room on the top floor was really different from the one below, not only spacious, but also the living room and study.

Mr. Qi Gong took out a framed notebook in front of his desk: "This is a testimony for you." ”

Wang Yao looked at the scroll with three words 'gift to Wang Yao', at a glance you can see that this word has a strong historical atmosphere and skills, the character is lively, the posture is clear, the eyebrows are delicate, and the body is generous It looks like an elegant and beautiful, super chic feeling, like regular script, but it is not, it looks like cursive, but it is not like.

Wang Yao has a calligraphy foundation, so he has a strong sensitivity to characters, but he has no memory of this font in his mind.

"Thinking about it, there is nothing to give you, send you a word to warn. Mr. Qi Gong spread out the book, and there was a splendid article written in it.

Therefore the responsibility today is not for others, but for my youth.

The wisdom of the youth is the wisdom of the country, the wealth of the youth is the wealth of the country, the strength of the youth is the strength of the country, the independence of the youth is the independence of the country, the freedom of the youth is the freedom of the country, the progress of the youth is the progress of the country, the youth is better than Europe, the country is better than Europe, the youth is stronger than the earth, the country is stronger than the earth.

The red sun is rising, and its path is bright.

The river flows out of the subterranean and flows into the ocean. The hidden dragon soars into the abyss, and the scales and claws are flying.

The milk tiger roars in the valley, and the beasts are terrified. The falcon tried its wings, and the wind and dust were blowing.

The first child of a strange flower, the emperor. The cadres will be hairy, and there will be a man.

The sky wears its blue, and the earth wears its yellow. Through the ages, there are eight wildernesses.

The future is like the sea, and the future is long. ’

Wang Yaoneng could see from this post that an old man was full of affection, sincerity, and a hint of prudent advice, as if the king of beasts, who had been old, was dying and admonishing his descendants.

With hope, desolation, unwillingness, and powerlessness.

This is a translated masterpiece of Chinese culture, from the literary giant Liang Qichao's "Young China Says", which provided the first breath of fresh oxygen for the newly built Chinese Dragon Kingdom at that time, which is of great significance.

Wang Yao looked at this pair of words, and felt that there seemed to be a resonance in his blood rushing, and his breathing was heavy and his blood seemed to be boiling.

Holding Wang Yao's increasingly red face, Mr. Qigong raised his eyebrows, slapped his palm heavily on the table, and made a huge impact sound, and shouted in his mouth, "Wake up!"

Wang Yao's body trembled, his eyes widened and he looked at Mr. Qigong with some panic.

"Do you know how to cultivate qi?" Mr. Qigong looked at Wang Yao with a calm gaze.

Wang Yao swallowed his saliva and nodded.

"Who taught you?" asked Mr. Qi Gong solemnly.

"My adoptive father, the stuff he carried when he was a child exercising. Wang Yao's heart tightened and he lied.

"I would like to ask, who is your adoptive father?" Mr. Qigong asked in a deep voice.

Wang Yao pursed the corners of his mouth with some hesitation.

"I'm just asking. Mr. Qigong smiled, "No wonder I think you have a good foundation, it turns out that you are a gentleman who cultivates his qi in his body, and he also understands some of the decay, so he uses the pen when he writes, but I didn't expect you to be able to understand." ”

Wang Yao wiped the sweat from the corners of his forehead, "This, Mr. is really powerful, did I get distracted just now?"

"I almost went off. Mr. Qigong smiled: "Do you recognize the writing of this word?"

Wang Yao nodded.

"Then I won't translate, I chose one of the most suitable paragraphs for your present, without the grief and anger in front, without the shouts in the back, leaving this period of youthful blood, I hope you will be vigorous and vigorous, and become a pillar of a generation. Mr. Qigong rolled up the notebook and handed it to Wang Yao.

Wang Yao held it with both hands, his face full of respect, "This is too precious." ”

"Don't mention the high and low. Mr. Qigong laughed loudly, "Although you have no chance to study China, but opera and Chinese culture are inseparable, you have to know what is the Confucian Five Constants, Taoist Tai Chi, Yin and Yang Five Elements, Legalist Iron Law, in order to create a good role and script, yesterday talk, I have a good eye for you, if there is a fate in the future, you will take the first stage, I will go to the show." ”

Mr. Qigong Wang Yao doesn't know the age, but he looks like he must have passed the age of the sixtieth year, but when he speaks, he is full of anger and a hint of heroism, as if he is in the prime of life, which makes Wang Yao can't help but think of the old man Jin Wensheng who has passed the ancient years, similar age, similar spirit, but gives people a different feeling, one is amiable like the uncle next door, and the other is not angry and arrogant like a teacher.

But they all make people can't help but feel respect.

Because they all have a kind of eagerness for the love and expectation of the younger generations, without any factors, just simply hope that you will succeed.

"It's not too early, let's rest early, tomorrow is the last one, I heard that you and Mao Mao are catching the night plane?" Mr. Qigong smiled and patted Wang Yao on the shoulder.

Wang Yao silently grasped the words and bowed respectfully, "Then you should rest early." ”