Chapter Seventy-Nine: The distance between us is not these steps, but five thousand years of civilization

China has always been the world's most populous country, and in modern times, it is a big country of immigrants, as long as it is the capital of advanced Western countries, there will definitely be a so-called 'Chinatown'. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

And these 'Chinatowns' once shouldered a great responsibility to promote China.

"This is a Chinatown, most of them are immigrants, and it is not uncommon to have soy milk fritters. Xu Feng drank coffee and read the newspaper.

"You speak good English. Wang Yao swept his eyes.

"It's okay, I went to school when I was young. Xu Feng said with a smile in a long shirt and glanced at Wang Yao, "Envy?"

"It's okay, I'm self-taught, your apprentice. Wang Yao picked up another newspaper and read it.

"You're even better, and you're still translating for me in German. He Saifei sneered.

"There will be light rain today, there will be a celebrity who will have a concert tomorrow, well, there will be protests. Wang Yao really translates it well.

"Do you really understand German?" asked the white nanny in charge of the cause, in English.

Wang Yao replied in German: "Actually, it's only a little bit." ”

"But you speak German so well. The nanny said in surprise.

"Thank you. Wang Yao smiled.

"What are you two talking about?" He Saifei blinked.

"She said you're beautiful. Wang Yao chuckled.

He Saifei immediately showed joy.

"It's just so fragrant. Wang Yao added.

He Saifei gave Wang Yao a big wink.

After breakfast, a few middle-aged men came to visit Xu Feng, who was also from the Opera Association, and took Wang Yao and them to the venue of the art festival by the way.

Western art festivals give Wang Yao the feeling of visiting a temple fair.

The venue is a newly built theater, and outside the theater there are all kinds of self-proclaimed performers, who seem to be young artists who come to show their talents, and people who visit will be paid some after watching the performances.

There are singing, dancing, acrobatics and the like, as well as painting and selling handicrafts.

"That's how the festival is?" Wang Yao was shocked.

"Don't you think this environment is very good?" said Xu Feng with a smile as he watched the performances on both sides.

The symphony on the left fills the ears, and the dolphin sound pierces the eardrum on the right, which is not very good, but the atmosphere is really good, and it is a rare artistic atmosphere in China.

"That's why Western art is at the forefront now, only freedom can inspire creativity, and creativity can change the world. Xu Feng said with a smile.

Wang Yao touched his chin and nodded thoughtfully.

Walking around the theater, the theater door opened, out of a row of doormen, everyone entered the door with tickets, this is an exhibition hall, in the middle is a stage, even three floors are audience seats, visual can accommodate nearly 10,000 people.

But there are not many audiences at the moment, because this kind of art festival is not a performance, and all the important figures of literature and art from various countries are invited.

Xu Feng and Mao Weitao were dealing with all kinds of people at the venue.

Everyone in the entire theater is well-dressed in suits and leather shoes, and Wang Yao's casual jeans and shirts look a little out of place, but fortunately, he is relatively tender, so that others can see at a glance that he is a child and does not care.

Otherwise, for such a serious occasion in the West, you dress so casually, which is a great impoliteness to the host, as well as a blasphemy of the subject.

He Saifei walked around the theater with Wang Yao in his arms, looking at the portraits on the walls, all of whom were famous dramatists and performing artists of the past dynasties, but unfortunately, except for Mei Lanfang and a few yellow faces, the others were all white, and there were a few blacks.

It can be seen that the proportion of Chinese in the Western art world is indeed insignificant.

Among the world's three major performance systems, there is Mei Lanfang's performance system, but there are very few performing artists who can be hung in this theater, which is indeed a pity.

However, at the top, Wang Yao saw a portrait of Premier Zhou, from a famous contemporary French painter.

"With this town, that's enough. "He Saifei is very good at self-explanatory.

Wang Yao smiled: "In the future, I will hang your portrait here." ”

"Are you cursing me to death?" He Saifei was annoyed, but his heart was happy.

Although this theater is newly built, it is indeed recognized by the mainstream art world, and it is an affirmation and an honor for any performance creator with artistic pursuits.

After shopping, Wang Yao inquired with the waiter according to the rehearsal room given by Sun Tianming yesterday, and touched the rehearsal lounge on the second floor.

This lounge was very large, but there were a lot of people coming and going, Wang Yao took He Saifei to squeeze in, and finally found Sun Tianming and his apprentices in the corner, as well as several members of the opera association.

They huddled in the corner, like a barrier with the foreigners who communicated with each other, not knowing who separated whom.

Seeing Wang Yao, Sun Tianming, who was sitting on a stool cleaning up the puppet, had his eyes lit up, and got up with a smile, "Come here?"

"How many shows are we?" asked Wang Yao with a smile.

"It could be night. Sun Tianming said.

"The lounge is like this?" Wang Yao whispered to the interpreter of the Opera Association.

"Well, but Li Zhuo's conditions will be better, it's a single room. The translator explained.

Wang Yao frowned, but didn't say anything, sat down and chatted with the old man, otherwise the old man would be too nervous.

After a while, a group of young white men came to greet them, also carrying puppets in their hands.

Wang Yao glanced at their puppets, in terms of appearance, they were similar to Sun Tianming's puppets, but Wang Yao looked at them, and their puppets only had six threads.

These young people wore dresses and negotiated with the translator for a while, and the translator said to Sun Tianming, "Old Sun, they are from a foreign puppet troupe, and they want to come to visit and learn." ”

Sun Tianming got up and shook hands politely with these young people, and after the translator's translation, let them visit their puppets, but did not go to see their puppets.

It's not that I despise each other, it's just that the other party's puppet is too simple, and I don't need to touch it after reading it at a glance.

These young white men gathered together to study the puppets of China, whispering in German, sometimes in a whisper.

Wang Yao frowned and listened for a while, his face becoming more and more gloomy.

"This is the puppet touted by the chairman, so ugly?"

"It looks like an old thing, are the people of the Dragon Kingdom without money?"

"It's all painted off. ”

"It's far worse than ours, there's nothing to learn. ”

"It's also distressing that this old man has traveled thousands of miles to make jokes. ”

There was a hint of contempt and ridicule in the words of these young people, which made Wang Yao a little angry.

"What's wrong with you?" Wang Yao's gloomy face made Sun Tianming pause, followed his gaze, and smiled, "Don't worry, they don't understand, when it comes to puppet technology, we are the ancestors, after all, with a history of more than a thousand years, they are only less than a hundred years old." ”

Wang Yao pressed the anger in his chest and smiled, "Have you been in contact with them before?"

"In the early years, my master and the prime minister introduced our puppet show in many countries, and some troupes came to apprentice, which is not strange, but I heard that in foreign countries, puppet shows are still quite popular, and there are gloves to control in puppets, and I heard that there are also TV dramas. Sun Tianming said with a smile, with a hint of envy in his tone.

Wang Yao frowned and looked at the young people who were still judging the puppets.

"It's no different from our puppets, there's nothing to learn from. The last young man who took the puppet smiled contemptuously, then turned his head and showed a kind smile, and returned the puppet in his hand to Sun Tianming.

Sun Tianming also took it with a kind face, not knowing that the other party was laughing at his puppet skills as a treasure just now.

"The people of the Dragon Kingdom have not made much progress for so many years, and the puppets will still have to look at us in the future. After the young men said goodbye, one of the girls smiled and said.

This sentence finally made Wang Yao unable to sit still.

"Wait a minute. Wang Yao stood up and spoke in German.

These young people subconsciously stopped, looked at Wang Yao with some consternation, and then looked a little embarrassed, they also knew that the words just now were indeed inappropriate.

They thought that no one would be able to understand, but they didn't expect that this Asian boy, who had been squatting on the ground and pretending to be transparent, could actually speak German.

As a self-confessed gentleman, they are indeed a little ashamed.

Wang Yao stood up and walked to the young German man in the lead: "You just said that our dragon country puppets have not improved?"

The young German's white face was slightly red, and he smiled awkwardly, "Sorry, we didn't mean to offend." ”

"Yes, there really is no malice. The girl also explained with a dry smile.

Wang Yao hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled, "I understand, but you are here to learn, you have seen our things, we will also take a look at yours, okay." ”

The well-informed German young man paused for a moment and handed over the seemingly delicate puppet in his hand.

Wang Yao took the puppet, turned around and handed it to Sun Tianming, who stood up with a blank face, "Old Sun, you wait a minute, use this puppet to show them a walk, you walk over, they come over." ”

Sun Tianming took the puppet and lifted it twice, and nodded.

Wang Yao picked up a Chinese puppet and handed it to the young German, and said in German, "This old gentleman is five steps away from you, he uses your puppet to walk over, you use our puppet, come over, it's okay." ”

The young German man paused for a moment, subconsciously took the puppet, and then came back to his senses, "Yes." ”

Saying that, the young German man bent over and began to adapt to the Chinese puppet.

A minute passed, and the young German was still bent over, and fine sweat was already oozing from the corners of his forehead, and his companions were all bent down to help study together.

Seven young people crouched in a circle around a puppet, scrambling to study.

Sun Tianming had already played with the foreign puppet with one hand, and smiled at Wang Yao, "This puppet is too stiff, too stupid, and can't make any subtle movements." ”

Wang Yao smiled and looked at the group of young Germans who had no clue.

After more than ten minutes passed, the young German with a flushed face straightened up and looked a little embarrassed.

"Ready?" asked Wang Yao with a smile.

The young German nodded awkwardly.

"Let's get started. Wang Yao smiled, turned his head and said to Sun Tianming.

Sun Tianming held the puppet in one hand, turned the delicate puppet with his thumb and began to move his left foot, and then his middle finger trembled, and the puppet's right hand moved in coordination at the same time.

Everyone looked at the wooden idol as if it were a human being, step by step, raising their legs, landing on their feet, waving their hands, and even shaking their heads as people walked towards the group of young people in Germany.

As the old men approached, the young men instinctively stepped back with shame on their faces.

And the Chinese puppet in the hands of the young German man was still not moving.

Sun Tianming walked over, looked at the embarrassed German young man, patted him on the shoulder with a kind smile to show comfort, returned the foreign puppet in his hand, took the Huaxia puppet, and walked back to Wang Yao.

Huaxia puppets raise their legs, raise their knees, land, toe amplitude, arm back, bend, chest up, raise their heads, tighten their waists, take a step, at least a few actions are composed, these details can make you forget that it is a puppet.

The young Germans' eyes widened in surprise, and the onlookers around them all applauded when the old man walked up to Wang Yao.

Sun Tianming manipulated the puppet to thank the people around him.

Wang Yao walked up to the young German, looked at the other party's light blue eyes, and said in a deep voice, "The distance between us is not these few steps, it is a civilization of 5,000 years. ”

A few young Germans eventually left, and the onlookers began to take an interest in the puppets controlled by Sun Tianming.

The crowd rushed over, and He Saifei asked Wang Yao in a low voice, "What did you say to those foreign young people?"

"I said, your uncle will always be your uncle. Wang Yao fiddled with the puppet in his hand and chuckled.

He Saifei froze for a moment, his eyes flashed a trace of confusion when he looked at Wang Yao, a foxy smile rose at the corner of his mouth, and he turned to look at himself with Wang Yao's face.

"What's wrong?" Wang Yao was stunned.

"It's okay, it feels like you've grown up. He Saifei pursed his lips and said with a chuckle.