Chapter 107: What to pursue?

"If you are lucky enough to start a sect, these eight words will be given to you as a genealogy. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info" Mr. Qigong said with a smile.

The smile on the corner of Wang Yao's mouth was even worse, genealogy is a kind of Chinese tradition to name the younger generation, and the name recorded on the family tree is a kind of character in the traditional skill line, just like Jin Wensheng's storytelling to Wang Yao, Wang Zengfu.

He is the fourth generation of Xihe Commentator, the fourth generation of the Qing Dynasty's 'Fu Qi Lian Increase'.

The eight words "a strip of water, Wu Yue is in the same boat" are seniors, and the name is quite good.

"Thank you, sir. Wang Yao saluted Mr. Qigong and smiled.

"But it's too early when you'll be able to take in the apprentices. Mr. Qi Gong smiled.

Mr. Qigong was in a good mood, chatted with Wang Yao and Zheng Xixi for a while, and Zheng Xixi gave her a notebook when he left, and Zheng Xixi regarded it as a treasure.

"Be careful when driving on the road and send me a text when you get home. Wang Yao said with a smile after sending Zheng Xixi into the car.

"Are you a little unhappy?" Zheng Xixi sat in the driver's seat and looked at Wang Yao.

"A little bit, but I figured it out, you're doing it for my good. Wang Yao smiled.

"Are you blaming me for being arrogant?" Zheng Xixi frowned slightly, and the street lamp hit her face and looked a little red.

"No, I just feel like I've suddenly made a fortune. Wang Yao scratched his head and said with a smile.

Zhao Yu was sentenced to three months of re-education through labor. Zheng Xixi pursed his lips and smiled.

"Three months? I thought it was a month. Wang Yao smiled: "I hope he can know how to be a person after he comes out." ”

"I was a classmate of him. Zheng Xixi suddenly explained in a ghostly way.

Then he was stunned.

Wang Yao blinked and grinned, "I'll just say that your vision won't be so bad." ”

Seeing Wang Yao's facial features hidden in the dark with his back to the light at the moment, Zheng Xixi swallowed his saliva, and inexplicably waved his hand to pull the door with a little heartbeat, "Go up, I'll go back and feed Yoyo." ”

Wang Yao looked at Zheng Xixi, who was a little panicked, and leaned into the car window.

Zheng Xixi couldn't lean back in the chair to hold his breath, and looked at Wang Yao who leaned in in shock, the evening breeze he brought in had a faint fragrance.

"Wear a seatbelt, sister. Wang Yao inserted the seat belt and said with a smile.

Awakened by the feeling of restraint, Zheng Xixi took a mouthful, his chest rose and fell a little, his cheeks were a little hot, and his eyes were white Wang Yao "Stinky little ghost." ”

As he spoke, he stepped on the accelerator.

Wang Yao looked at the car in the distance and sighed, "It's too hard to drive." ”

Muttered back to the house and went upstairs to find Mr. Qigong.

Mr. Qi Gong was reading a book.

"You don't seem to be in a good mood. Wang Yao walked over and replaced the teapot with water.

"What's wrong?" Mr. Qigong helped his glasses.

"I feel like you're a little diligent today. Wang Yao smiled.

"Besides, old man, am I nagging?" said Mr. Qigong with a smile.

"Don't dare, if you have something in mind, you can tell me about it, I will never take it out of this room. Wang Yao said seriously.

Mr. Qigong clipped the bookmark and glanced at Wang Yao, "It's the afternoon movie, and I only have a lot of emotion after watching it." ”

Wang Yao nodded, "Me too." ”

"After all these years, I'm still a little scared. Mr. Qi Gong looked into the distance, and the light of the incandescent lamp in the room illuminated his dark brown eyes more and more clearly, "That decade, I don't know if there will be a comeback in the future." ”

"The turmoil is over. Wang Yao said softly.

"I was protected by the prime minister at the time, and I didn't suffer much damage, but I peeled off the teacher's hat, which made me feel a pity, and everyone stopped going to school in that decade, which is what I was worried about. Mr. Qigong sighed softly.

"Now it's all nine years of compulsory education, and you have to go to school. Wang Yao smiled.

"I've been teaching all my life, and when I look at the generations, I always feel that something is not right. Mr. Qigong shook his head, "Today's children don't read like they used to. ”

"Of course, in the past, the conditions were difficult, and reading was a big deal, but now reading is a basic requirement, and knowledge may not be so important. Wang Yao smiled.

"But that's not right, if you don't pay attention to it, you can't learn. Mr. Qigong was a little anxious.

"There's always something that forces them to learn, and when they're old, they start learning, but they may waste some time. Wang Yao narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a smile.

"Something must have gone wrong. Mr. Qigong said categorically.

"Yes, because reading is no longer a dream. Wang Yao smiled, "The fatigue brought about by comfort is difficult to appear masters who study for the rise of China." ”

Mr. Qigong was silent, and after a long time, he shook his head with a smile, "It's good to be comfortable, it's good to be comfortable, it's good to be comfortable, it's good to be comfortable." ”

The old man's almost confused murmur made Wang Yao feel a little sad, they who had never experienced the war years must not be able to understand how precious the word comfort was.

How difficult it is for the ancestors to exchange their blood, sweat and lives for comfort may be difficult for today's children to understand.

"But there are always some smart children, there are so many people in the Dragon Kingdom, there are always a few who are as smart and studious as me, no matter what, there will be more people than you learned at that time. Wang Yao smiled and comforted.

"Yes, one in a hundred, it's better than we were back then. Mr. Qigong smiled, and then looked at Wang Yao, "You will put gold on your face." ”

Wang Yao smiled, "Ask a question." ”

"What?" Mr. Qigong raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Have you ever had a dream?" asked Wang Yao.

Mr. Qigong was stunned for a moment, squinted his eyes and thought for a long time, nodded, and shook his head, which made Wang Yao a little puzzled.

"Yes, it's all done, and now there's only one left. Mr. Qigong smiled, "I hope that the children in the future will be able to succeed in their studies." ”

Wang Yao blinked, "What do you think, what is my dream?"

Mr. Qi Gong looked at Wang Yao and shook his head, "With all due respect, I can't see it now, your eyes are full of confusion." ”

Wang Yao scratched his head in embarrassment: "I thought that forming a troupe could become a dream." ”

"You're underestimating dreams. Mr. Qigong smiled and stood up, "Dreams are things to be pursued all your life, if you succeed, you will die without regrets, if you don't succeed, you will not come to the world in vain." ”

Wang Yao frowned, and thought to himself, "What should I pursue?"

"Ask yourself. Mr. Qigong smiled, "Some people pursue fame and fortune, some people pursue idle clouds and wild cranes, some people seek transcendence, some people seek fame through the ages, or wait, wait for time to give you the answer." ”

Wang Yao nodded thoughtfully.

Mr. Qi Gong is too old, although he is in good spirits, but it is easy to recall the past when he is older, "Farewell My Concubine" mainly reflects that in addition to the tragedy of the characters, it depicts more of the changes and tragedies of that era.

And Mr. Qi Gong is precisely the experiencer, the victim.

Thinking of Hu Congwu's panicked expression when he mentioned those ten years, Wang Yao still remembers it vividly, how much fear can it last for thirty years?

So unforgettable, so thrilling.

But when he thought about it, Wang Yao could also think of the terrible kind of martial arts training that was frustrated and scattered.

After combing the muscles and veins for Mr. Qigong, Mr. Qigong, who was a little sad today, went to bed early, Wang Yao cleaned up the study, and returned to his room to take out the 'secret book' that Young Master Mei gave him.

Although they are all operas, Yue Opera inherits the sound and rhyme of Southern Opera, while Peking Opera integrates northern and southern tunes, and because of the development in the north, there are more northern tunes, and there is always a gap between Yue Opera and Yue Opera in terms of lyrics and rhyme.

Although they are essentially the same way, it is precisely because of these differences in details that the glory of opera culture has been created.

Peking Opera is a masterpiece, integrating the advantages of many local operas and extracting the essence, Wang Yao is ready to integrate these essences again to see if he can make some big news.

Since returning from Berlin, Wang Yao has been studying this drama and entering the play, and after watching "Farewell My Concubine" today, he is even more frightened.

He had to study it thoroughly so that he wouldn't be brought in by the play.

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