Chapter 109 Old Teahouse, Old Artist

For two old people who have been buried in a coffin with one leg, it is a miracle for any old accident person to see each other again, and they cry with joy. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But there is joy and sorrow, because it is the same thing that cries.

"Second elder, don't cry badly. Wang Yao blinked, relieved the sourness in the corners of his eyes, smiled and helped the two of them to the sofa, and Director Cheng also came over to persuade him.

Mr. Big sat on another sofa and drank tea leisurely, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Thirty years have passed, brother, and I really thought you were gone. Mr. Qigong choked up while holding Hu Congwu's hand.

"It's been thirty years, and I never dreamed I'd see you again. "Hu Congwu cried and laughed" to see each other, and died without regrets. ”

"Maybe I'm living to this day just for today. Mr. Qi Gong said in a trembling voice.

"Teacher, what are you talking about? Director Cheng smiled, "What is this gentleman called?" ”

"My surname is Hu. Hu Congwu took the tissue and wiped his tears.

"Lixing, you go back first. Mr. Qigong said to Director Cheng.

Director Cheng's smile froze, nodded and smiled, "Then teacher, if you have any needs, call me." ”

Wang Yao sent Director Cheng out, and Director Cheng said to Wang Yao meaningfully when he was leaving, "Take care of several old people, these are the treasures of the country." ”

Wang Yao nodded, but frowned slightly, and returned to the room, Mr. Qigong and Hu Congwu were still talking about the past, Wang Yao walked to Mr. Big's side, "How are you doing?" ”

"What can I do?" Mr. Big smiled, "It's you, how about a trip abroad?"

"It's good, it's interesting abroad. Wang Yao smiled, "When I have time, I'll take you out too." ”

"Okay. Mr. Big smiled.

"What about my master?" Wang Yao looked left and right, but didn't see Jin Wensheng.

"Your master has been talking to the other side recently. Mr. Big pointed outside and said with a smile: "Just talk about your "Wu Xun Biography". ”

"Does anyone listen?" asked Wang Yao suspiciously.

"It's okay, the boss likes to listen to books, your master is good at dealing with people, and he gets acquainted with each other after coming and going, and the boss is also a smart person, seeing that your troupe is noisy in the evening newspaper, and pouting your master and saying "The Legend of Wu Xun", he advertises himself, this is not a good business every day, at least two hours. Mr. Big smiled and said, "There are still a lot of people who listen to books, but they are all young people, I have been to audit, and they are all a group of stunned young people." ”

"This has to be done slowly, after all, today's young people are still a little unfamiliar with storytelling, although they have heard it, but they have not heard the live version, it is all radio and the like. Wang Yao smiled and glanced at Mr. Qigong's side, "You take care of it here?"

"Well, go ahead. Mr. Big nodded.

Wang Yao said hello and went out to the restaurant opposite.

Hefang Street is an old street in Seoul, because Hu Xueyan bought it in the Qing Dynasty, it became a commercial street, and later Hangzhou was renovated, Hefang Street has been preserved the original style has not been rebuilt, as a cultural attraction protection, but it is not open, although there are several time-honored century-old shops on the street, such as Zhuangyuan Pavilion, West Paradise, Wang Runxing Restaurant, Huabao Zhai, Pan Yongtai, Bandung Ham Village, Xidebao Silk Village and the like, but they are all guarding the name, there are no guests, and the people who come to visit are some old Hangzhou people.

In recent years, Hangzhou is preparing to develop Hefang Street into a tourist attraction, and recently they are recruiting some cultural shops, Mr. Ma's museum is promoted in this way, there are several teahouses on this street, and Jin Wensheng went to the Taihe teahouse opposite.

From across the road, you can hear the cheers and laughter coming from inside.

Outside the teahouse, there was a child in a short costume, with a towel on his shoulder, looking no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, listening to the storytelling inside with his ears pricked up, and when he saw Wang Yao coming over, he quickly stood up straight and bowed slightly, "Welcome, how many gentlemen?"

Wang Yao smiled: "I'm looking for someone." ”

"Please come in. Xiao Er didn't say anything, and invited Wang Yao in with a smile.

Wang Yao walked in and could see Jin Wensheng, who was sitting on the stage in a long shirt and energetic, talking, with a somewhat hoarse voice with a unique charm, which was very catchy to people's ears.

There are more than a dozen square tables under the stage, full of people, old and young, there are forty or fifty people, all drinking tea and listening to melon seeds, and there is really a taste of the old teahouse in the past.

Wang Yao smiled unconsciously, so that there was a bit of the atmosphere of entertainment activities for the local people in China.

"Why are you standing here, why don't you find a place to sit?" said a middle-aged man's voice behind him.

Wang Yao turned his head and saw a man wearing a long shirt and an embroidered horse coat on the outside, looking a little bit like the shopkeeper of the Qing Dynasty, I don't know why, this suit was not abrupt at all in a group of people wearing modern clothes, which made Wang Yao a little dazed.

"Little brother?" the shopkeeper looked at Wang Yao in a daze, and reached out to pat Wang Yao's arm.

Wang Yao came back to his senses and arched his hand with a smile, "I'm sorry to be in charge, I'm looking for someone." ”

"Hey, the little brother speaks quite well. The shopkeeper paused for a moment and said with a smile, "Who are you looking for?" The guests are all below, and the upstairs is not open. ”

"That. Wang Yao pointed at Jin Wensheng, "My master." ”

"Huh?" the shopkeeper was taken aback and looked at Wang Yao.

Wang Yao was wearing the expensive clothes bought by Zheng Xixi, looking handsome and straight, it was hard to imagine what it had to do with the storyteller.

"Jin Lao, your apprentice is coming to you. The shopkeeper came back to his senses and shouted at the top of his voice.

Jin Wensheng was talking about his energy, and he was a little dissatisfied with the interruption of the shopkeeper, looking at this side, the audience also looked over, and a few young girls gasped and breathed cold air.

Seeing Wang Yao, Jin Wensheng beckoned with a smile on his face, "Come, Xiao Yao, I can't explain this paragraph clearly, come up." ”

"Grandpa Kim, is this?" asked the girl in the audience with big eyes.

"My apprentice. Jin Wensheng was full of pride, "The actor reported in your newspaper is him." ”

There was a commotion from the crowd, Wang Yao jumped on the half-meter-high stage with his hands and feet, looked at the audience below who stood up and talked about it, and smiled and arched his hands, "Good evening, parents." ”

"Handsome guy, are you really the opera actor in the newspaper?" "The girl just now had a light in her eyes, "The one who played martial arts?"

"It should be me. Wang Yao smiled.

"You won't lie to us, we've seen the stills, but it's not like that. One of the aunts said suspiciously.

"There's no reward for lying to you. Jin Wensheng laughed and quipped, "Come, I'll come, my apprentice will sing." ”

"What are you singing?" Wang Yao was stunned.

"What do I say, what do you sing. Jin Wensheng laughed.

The audience burst into an uproar.

Jin Wensheng was full of energy, stood in front of the square table, held the case with his right hand, picked up the waking wood with his left hand and threw it down, the waking wood smashed on the case and made a clear echo, and the audience stopped applauding.

"Last time, Wu Xun came out of the county office, seeing that the street chief was high in the sky, and his heart was desolate, after a few years of imprisonment, how could this world still be the same?"

Wang Yao watched the old man still play, couldn't help but smile, cooperated and walked a square step, entered the role of martial arts, looked back left and right, and sang blankly with the expression on his face, "Three years of slow and leisurely, people don't see the street and still change the street, poor little seven grass, floating with the wind on the boundless world, alas, where is this going~~~"

"Good!" the shopkeeper shouted with a happy expression on his face, and the audience, who was listening happily, turned their heads and glared at the shopkeeper in dissatisfaction.

Jin Wensheng smiled and began to say, Wang Yao followed what Jin Wensheng said and acted in the back, it was originally rehearsed like this, the storyteller said in the front, and the opera actors played in the back, and they didn't make a sound, unless there was something to sing.

In this way, you can not only hear the content, but also see things, which is also a plan for Wang Yao's opera and storytelling experiments.

Although he didn't change into a costume and looked a little playful, Wang Yao's singing and performance still made everyone refreshed, and after more than half an hour, the shopkeeper said that it was going to close, and the disappointed audience quit, and the shopkeeper and Wang Yao coaxed away for a while.

Among them, several young girls also asked for a photo with Wang Yao and asked for an autograph, which made Wang Yao very embarrassed, he had not signed his name except for the calligraphy and painting.

"Okay, boy, this kung fu is not weak. The shopkeeper sent the last guest away, turned around and patted Wang Yao on the shoulder and said with a smile, "My surname is Wu, my name is Changtian, you can call me Lao Wu." ”

"Shopkeeper Wu. Wang Yao smiled: "Your teahouse is ancestral?"

"yes, I'm in the third generation. Wu Changtian smiled, "It was originally abandoned, two years ago, I said that I would reopen the street, and someone wanted to buy it, but I didn't sell it, thinking that I would continue the ancestral industry in the future." ”

"Shopkeeper Wu is a good person, the tea and snacks in our house are all sent by Shopkeeper Wu, and the bookshelves at home are also helped by Shopkeeper Wu. Jin Wensheng packed up his things and smiled.

Wang Yao took the package from Jin Wensheng's hand, "That's a lot thank you, shopkeeper Wu, I'm often absent, you still have to take care of it." ”

"Where?" "Mr. Jin told me a lot of memories of my childhood, we are all neighbors, helping each other, and besides, my business in the past two days has all relied on Mr. Jin to take care of me." ”

"Don't say that, if it weren't for your teahouse, my mouth would be rusty. Jin Wensheng laughed.

"It's not too early today, thank you tomorrow. Wang Yao arched his hand at Wu Changtian.

"Alas, you guys are busy first, Mr. Jin This is a soothing tea, a family recipe, you go back and try it with Mr. Big. "Wu Changtian has a bag of things.

"I'm not polite to you, thank you. Jin Wensheng smiled all over his face.

Wang Yao nodded at Wu Changtian and walked home with Jin Wensheng.

"Uncle, Grandpa Jin's apprentice is amazing, he looks so good. Xiao Er at the door said in Hangcheng dialect.

"Not only is he good-looking, but he also has a big ability, such a small platform, he can play so well. Wu Changtian narrowed his eyes, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.

"The sisters who went to college said that they had performed for five or six thousand people on the big stage. Xiao Er said with a smile.

"You know a fart, these crafts, the smaller the stage, the more difficult it is, and the closer you get to the audience, the more your skills are tested. Wu Changtian patted Xiao Er's head and narrowed his eyes, "Next time he comes back, you will be close to him." ”

"Why?" Xiao Er wondered.

"It's good to have you. Wu Changtian smiled, hummed a little song and began to sweep the floor.

Xiao Er grabbed his own head and looked at the master and apprentice who were far away under the street lamp in the distance, becoming more and more confused.