Chapter Ninety-Two: Tradition Is Sick

If you don't teach, it's your father's fault. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info teaching is not strict, and the teacher is lazy.

There is nothing more frustrating than discovering that the disciple he taught as his own is a person who has learned badly, and that kind of loss, with remorse and self-blame.

Although this kind of bad is caused by the wrong path and the influence of the general environment, it will still make people feel lost.

In the old age month, one day is a teacher and a father for life, the door rules are the family rules, no disciple dares to disobey, and no one dares to complain, but now it is different, it is open, free, it is all individual souls, and the so-called master-apprentice relationship is no longer pure.

The new generation calls these 'progress', but is it really progress?

It seems that many people feel that being disciplined is to be oppressed and deprived, but no one has ever thought that this is a kind of care and protection, human beings seem to habitually think badly about other people's discipline of themselves, there were still these traditions to keep in the past, and now there is nothing to restrain them.

This so-called 'freedom' is like a wild horse, out of control, they don't know awe, they don't know respect, they don't care about other people's feelings, because without restraint they will become more and more self-centered, not thinking about others, and not caring about others.

The relationship between people will become the same kind of relationship, that is, the relationship of interests, and there is no easy relationship at all.

China's thousands of years of relationship culture have been burned down in this way.

This is the helplessness of the times, the sorrow of tradition, freedom may be good, but before the young bird learns to fly, freedom will only make it fall to its death and be torn apart.

Perhaps only when they have been hurt, these free young birds will remember how important it is to be bound by the old birds.

Li Zhuo's rebellion made Young Master Mei directly disheartened, and he began to understand the true meaning of having no successor.

It is not the skills that are inherited, but the spirit of those traditions.

"Li Zhuo is not bad by nature, but he is a little more jealous, but because of his good talent, I did tolerate him a little, but I didn't expect that he didn't change this for decades. Young Master Mei sighed softly, "That kid is very filial to the two of us, and the reward for the first time on stage bought him a satin for his sister, he is not a bad-hearted child." ”

Wang Yao pursed the corners of his mouth.

"But for some reason, he always felt that I didn't like him. Young Master Mei's voice was full of doubts, "If I don't like him, how can I choose him as my heir and give him the troupe later?"

Young Master Mei chuckled, "Maybe it's no fate after all, it's perfect, serving the country and the people." These eight words were passed down by my father, but I don't seem to have passed them on to Li Zhuo, we are artists, we just want to do what actors should do, and mix with officials, can we sing well? I didn't discipline him before, but I didn't expect that he would one day bully people with his power. ”

Wang Yao pursed the corners of his mouth, "He is not a bully with power, it is indeed possible that I violated the rules." ”

"But you have brought glory to your country. Young Master Mei said in a deep voice, "I saw your video in Berlin, and you acted so well, ten thousand times better than him." ”

Wang Yao tugged at the corners of his mouth, wanting to laugh.

"A few years ago, Chen Kaige filmed "Farewell My Concubine" and I went to help take a few looks, I don't like the things expressed in it, but I have to admit that it was because I was afraid, after watching that movie, I will think of my father's four words 'no successor'. Young Master Mei's voice was painful, "This is not an individual problem, this is likely to be a problem of the general environment, the whole country is changing, and what first collapsed is the tradition, the father is not the father, the son is not the son, the minister is not the minister, the king is not the king." ”

Young Master Mei coughed violently, and Wang Yao hurriedly helped to calm down.

"If morality can't restrain human nature, it will be a disaster, at least, the Mei family's family law can't restrain Li Zhuo, he also used the national law yesterday to explain the family law, saying that this is traditional dross. Young Master Mei's voice was sad, "But the family and the country are all over the world, and even the family can't control you, and the Congress will take care of you?"

Wang Yao's mood also became gloomy.

"I can't let the Mei family's reputation for nearly a hundred years be ruined in my hands. Young Master Mei swallowed his saliva, "Xiao Yao, if you have the opportunity, give him a lesson." ”

Wang Yaoleng paused, looked at Young Master Mei's somewhat cloudy eyes, and nodded.

"Now is the most critical juncture, when the opera loses its soul, it will be a walking corpse, it will no longer be the previous opera, we have to keep the last tradition, at least, we can't let the tide of the new era drown the tradition, the things left by the ancestors for thousands of years can't be all dross, besides, we are also constantly introspecting. Young Master Mei grabbed Wang Yao's wrist like grasping a life-saving straw.

"As long as I'm alive, I won't let this wave go. Wang Yao said softly.

"Learning drama can't be for promotion and getting rich, but for serving the country and serving the people, if it's for promotion and getting rich, it will be the same as the eunuchs who did politics in the past, which is despicable. Young Master Mei said seriously, "The world says that we are actors, but we have to know what we are." ”

Wang Yao's eyes trembled, and he was shocked by Young Master Mei's sonorous words.

Yes, you have to know what you are.

"After the end of the Anti-Japanese War, my father was appointed by the prime minister to Dongying for a diplomatic friendship performance, at that time the people of the whole country were scolding him for being a traitor, but he resolutely risked the infamy to complete the performance, he also hated Dongying militarism, but it does not mean that everyone in Dongying is a sinner, at least some people are innocent, can not be violent to counter violence, the beauty of China is to repay grievances with directness, to repay virtue with virtue, this is the demeanor of a great country. Young Master Mei coughed twice, "From that time, I knew why I studied opera." ”

The old man chattered a lot, and in the end it was almost nonsense, Wang Yao listened patiently, and did not gently exit the room until the old man fell asleep, Mrs. Mei and Mr. Qigong chatted outside, and when they saw Wang Yao come out, they got up, "How is it?"

"Asleep. Wang Yao said, and then looked at Mrs. Mei, "Mr. Mei's body should be fine, but he can't be angry." ”

Mrs. Mei nodded for a moment and smiled, "You will often come to the house to sit and sit when you have time in the future, Lao Mei likes to chat with you." ”

Wang Yao smiled and nodded.

On the way back, Mr. Qigong looked at Wang Yao looking out the window in a daze, and said with a smile, "What's wrong?

Wang Yao came back to his senses and scratched his head, "It's nothing, it's just that I suddenly can't figure out what happened to tradition." ”

Mr. Qi Gong pondered for a moment and said softly, "The traditional is sick, and someone has to treat it." ”

Wang Yao frowned, pondered for a long time, and smiled, "My medical skills are not bad. ”

Mr. Qigong glanced at Wang Yao's smiling face, "But don't underestimate the self-healing function of tradition, as long as Chinese culture does not die, tradition will not die." ”

Wang Yao's pupils shrank.

"Do you know the roots of trees?" said Mr. Qigong with a smile, "If the roots are cut off, the big tree may wither quickly, but as long as the roots can grow, the dead tree can bloom, and this is the dead wood spring." ”

Wang Yao also smiled and nodded.

"Now you can answer the phone. Mr. Qi Gong smiled.

Wang Yao was stunned, only then did he find that the mobile phone had been vibrating, and he looked at the number and smiled and connected, "Sister Xixi?"

"Where?" asked Zheng Xixi.

"In the capital, well, it's Xuanwu Road now. Wang Yao said with a smile.

"Okay, boy, I won't announce when I come to the capital. Zheng Xixi's delicate laughter and scolding sounded in the mobile phone.

"I haven't had time to call you yet, I'm busy. Wang Yao said with a smile.

"You're the leader of the country, so busy. Zheng Xixi snorted lightly, "Where is it?"

"Uh, just came out of the hospital. Wang Yao said.

"What's wrong with you?" asked Zheng Xixi in a nervous tone.

"It's not me, it's Mr. Mei who is sick. Wang Yao said with a smile.

"Oh, I heard that Li Zhuo was angry and went to the hospital, and it was all on the news. Zheng Xixi smiled, "What's the matter?" ”

"I can't tell, and people don't say either. Wang Yao smiled.

"Let's do it, let's eat. Zheng Xixi smiled.

"I still have to accompany the teacher. Wang Yao glanced at Mr. Qigong.

"Where, I'll send you there. Mr. Qigong said with a smile.

Wang Yao grinned, asked Zheng Xixi for the address, and hung up the phone, "I didn't want to go." ”

"Don't you want to go and shake your legs?" Mr. Qigong smiled, "You shake your legs when you're excited." ”

Wang Yao was shocked, and hurriedly looked at his legs, he didn't know when he had this problem.

"Young man, it's inevitable that you're a little unsettled, and if you're like me, you're a bad old man. Mr. Qigong said with a smile: "Young people should play more with young people, otherwise they will be out of touch with the times." ”

"Yes. Wang Yao nodded, "It's the one you saw last time." ”

"Zheng Xixi?" Mr. Qigong raised his eyebrows slightly, and glanced at Wang Yao meaningfully, "Well, she has a good relationship with Jiani, she is a good child, but she is too smart." ”

"He's very smart, and he has a successful career at a young age. Wang Yao touched his nose.

Mr. Qigong glanced at Wang Yao and shook his head helplessly, thinking that this kid was still too young to understand what he meant.

sent Wang Yao to the hotel that Zheng Xixi said, and saw an urban beauty wearing a smart little suit at the door of the hotel from afar.

Wang Yao opened the car door and beckoned to Zheng Xixi.

Zheng Xixi frowned and looked at Wang Yao, ignoring him.

Wang Yaoleng paused for a moment and shouted, "Sister Xixi, come here." ”

Zheng Xixi showed a surprised expression on his face, blinked and walked towards Wang Yao, looking up at him slightly, "Why have you grown so tall?"

"Adolescence, grow fast, say hello to Mr. first. Wang Yao paused for a moment and let go.

Zheng Xixi saw Mr. Qigong inside, and hurriedly bowed, "Mr. Qigong, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

"Well, I haven't seen you for a long time, but Miss Zheng is still beautiful and moving. Mr. Qigong smiled and praised, "Xiao Yao will be handed over to you, if it's too late, don't let him go back to me." ”

"Then where do I live?" Wang Yao was stunned.

"You can't live in such a big capital?" Zheng Xixi poked Wang Yao with his elbow, pulled the long hair in his ear and bowed, "Mr. Qigong, don't worry, I will take care of him." ”

Mr. Qigong smiled and closed the door.

After the car melted into the traffic, Zheng Xixi grabbed Wang Yao's collar and pulled his head down, startling Wang Yao.

"Oh my God, what kind of feed have you been eating during this time, growing so fast. Zheng Xixi was full of smiles, and his little hand touched Wang Yao's face.

Wang Yao's face was flushed by Zheng Xixi's silky little hands, and he grabbed her hand embarrassedly, "What kind of feed, it's natural growth." ”

"That's too fast, it feels faster than Yoyo grows. Zheng Xixi said with a smile.

"Who is Yoyo?" Wang Yao was stunned.

"My new cat. Zheng Xixi smiled.

The corners of Wang Yao's mouth twitched, and he smiled awkwardly.

Looking at Wang Yao's embarrassed smile, Zheng Xixijiao smiled and helped him tidy up his somewhat wrinkled shirt, and then held his hand, "The clothes seem to be a little small, I'll take you to buy a set later." ”

There was a soft flesh next to his arm, which made Wang Yao's face a little hot, "No need, I'm still growing anyway, and I'll buy a new one when I'm about to wait for a long time." ”