Chapter 125 Today is an auspicious day, let's apprentice

"That's what I just wrote. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Wang Yao said with a smile, "I suddenly thought of this when I was sorting out the bamboo board quick book. ”

"Do you know martial arts?" Old Man Jin glanced at Wang Yao with some surprise, but was quickly attracted by Wang Yao's delicate font, and then was surprised by the lyrics written by Wang Yao, "Is this really written by you?"

"Can there be anyone else?" Wang Yao pursed his lips and smiled, a little proud, "I am definitely not as good as you in terms of major, but in terms of compiling things, I have studied the professional language system and flat theory, and my language is full marks." ”

Jin Wensheng was silent, and carefully flipped through the repertoire written by Wang Yao, a total of more than 20 pages, the old man read it very slowly, Wang Yao did not bother, picked up another manuscript and began to browse, this is an old repertoire of the predecessors of the Xihe drum in the Qianlong period.

The old man Jin Wensheng held the more than 20 pages of manuscript paper, as if he had won a treasure, and watched it repeatedly, his movements were gentle as if he was treating his grandson, and finally put it down with a sigh.

Wang Yao also stopped and looked up at the old man.

"How much money can you get in the troupe a month?" Jin Wensheng asked as he looked at Wang Yao.

"I don't know. Wang Yaoleng paused, "What's wrong?"

"I still have a courtyard house in Jinmen, I don't know if it's worth it, I'll send you, you can learn from me, okay?" Jin Wensheng's eyes were like torches, and he looked at Wang Yao with burning eyes, and his tone was extremely solemn, with a hint of pleading.

Wang Yao blinked, got up and bowed to the old man, "It's my honor that Mr. looks up to me." ”

"Did you agree?" Jin Wensheng was overjoyed, and his voice trembled a little.

"I must learn this book. Wang Yao said with a smile.

Jin Wensheng raised his eyebrows slightly, waiting for Wang Yao's next words.

"But my request is that you are always employed by me. Wang Yao said.

Jin Wensheng frowned, "What do you mean?"

"I'm going to hire you to teach me storytelling. Wang Yao poured a glass of warm water for Jin Wensheng, "Then you can tell me the play I wrote." ”

"You write, I say?" Jin Wensheng raised his eyebrows slightly, and pointed to "The Legend of Wu Xun", "That's it?"

"Not only that, I have an idea, commenting on the story and the drama together. Wang Yao said with a smile.

Jin Wensheng frowned, and seemed to be a little resistant, "Playing the piano indiscriminately, it's not all the way." ”

"It's not a combination of performances, it's a combination of repertoire, bundled and peddled. Wang Yao explained, "For example, I watched it, "Dream of Red Mansions" has Yue Opera commentaries, although the content is a little different, but they are the same origin, if it is slightly improved to become a repertoire, so those who listen to the drama may want to listen to how the commentaries are reviewed."

You also said that storytelling can't just rely on talking, it's more about commenting, just like those newspaper commentators, who wake up and comment on the plot and characters, and vice versa, commenting on this play, let's say that there is a drama here, and there will be people who are willing to listen to it. ”

Jin Wensheng paused for a moment after hearing this, then shook his head and said, "No, it's not impossible, the audience of opera and quyi actually don't deal with each other, and it has no effect." ”

"Old man, what you said is the old yellow calendar. Wang Yao smiled: "Think about the young people nowadays, what do they know about the southern and northern tones, and how much do they know about the Qin Emperor and Han Wu? They are illiterate in some aspects, a blank sheet of paper, you say that commenting on books and dramas are relatives, and they all believe it." ”

Jin Wensheng blinked, and laughed out loud.

"These old objects not only to inherit, but also to develop, to find a way to expand the influence is the first step, and then with the strength to retain people, you know, these traditional arts rooted in the Dragon Kingdom for thousands of years, is completely in line with the Chinese people, will not be because of the change of the times and there is too much aesthetic gap, you think about the Song Huizong more than a thousand years ago Emperor wrote the thin gold font, is not the current block letters? There is not much change, but the font has been simplified a lot. Wang Yao got up and said with a smile, "I'm bored, I'm waiting for you to get up and eat, I'm hungry." ”

Saying that, Wang Yao helped Jin Wensheng to the stone table outside, and served the cooked food and rice he bought, and the two of them chatted, and Jin Wensheng was very excited.

After all, the old man has been trapped in this courtyard for nearly ten years, and he can't keep up with the changes outside.

"I saw that you also brought wine. Jin Wensheng, who was excited, licked his lips and said.

"You're not cured yet. Wang Yao said with a smile.

"It's okay, have a drink, and you should go to the cold. Jin burst out laughing.

Wang Yao chuckled and said, "You have a hot cold, and drinking can only make you more angry." ”

However, Wang Yao still opened the Wuliangye he brought and poured a small cup.

"It's not cheap, is it? "Although I have drunk cheap loose wine for many years, Mr. Jin has also accompanied the leader to drink Moutai before, so he can naturally taste one or two.

"It's okay, it's not cheap, it's not too much for people to drink. Wang Yao smiled and complimented.

"You kid, you didn't spend a lot of money. Jin Wensheng was a little moved, and took a sip of wine.

"I made some money in the capital. Wang Yao smiled, "I happened to meet a baby, and after opening the light to the boss, I gave 20,000 yuan." ”

"Baby, do you still know antiques?" Jin Wensheng said in surprise, "Where did you learn it?"

"I don't know about antiques, but I know how to paint, it's a painting of Zheng Banqiao, which Mr. Qigong personally saw, so that my father and I can form a relationship. Wang Yao said with a smile.

Jin Wensheng looked at Wang Yao approvingly, and nodded, "It's a good person." ”

"So, you always teach me well, and make sure that you eat and drink spicy food. Wang Yao said with a smile.

"Eat fragrant and drink spicy, I don't have this blessing, I just have to pass on the things in this room. Jin Wensheng smiled, his smile was not helpless, and he seemed to be looking forward to it.

"Don't worry, as long as we work hard, we will definitely be able to make more people understand the storytelling, once someone understands this thing, they will be interested, and this is a living craft. Wang Yao said with relief.

"You seem to be very confident?" Jin Wensheng looked at Wang Yao and smiled.

"Self-confidence is of course. Wang Yao pursed the corners of his mouth, "Otherwise, I'm embarrassed to talk about inheritance." ”

"Which do you prefer or opera?" Jin Wensheng asked.

"I like it..."Wang Yao raised his eyebrows slightly, a little puzzled, "Actually, I haven't even started, I can't talk about liking, I do it as a responsibility." ”

"Responsibility?" Jin Wensheng was slightly stunned.

"Because opera and storytelling were all I wanted to learn as a living craft at the beginning. Wang Yao touched his nose and seemed to be a little ashamed, "But during this time, I suddenly found that because of them, it seems that I have really changed my fate, and in the same way, I also have the responsibility and obligation to change them." ”

Listening to Wang Yao's words, Jin Wensheng looked up at the moon, then sighed softly, drank the last sip of wine in the wine cup, got up and laughed at the moon on the jade plate, "Lord Zhouzhuang bless, the sky will not die, I will comment on the books." ”

The prince of Zhouzhuang is the third king of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, and the emperor of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty has always been worshiped as the ancestor by the storytelling community.

Legend has it that King Ji Tuo of Zhouzhuang is a filial son, smart and likes to make up stories since he was a child, his mother likes to listen to him make up stories since he was a child, and later his mother is seriously ill and filial son King Zhouzhuang tells stories to his mother every day, hoping that the old man will go peacefully, but he has to preside over the government, so King Zhouzhuang handed over the essence of the story to the four officials under him at that time, so that they can tell stories to his mother every day instead of him.

Later, these four ministers became the ancestors of Qu Yijie's four major portals (Mei, Qing, Hu, and Zhao).

Jin Wensheng bowed to Master Zu, turned his head to look at Wang Yao, who was still gnawing on chicken legs, and smiled.

"Gentlemen, today is an auspicious day, apprentice. ”