Chapter 186 Folk Master, National Hero

The dialect of Qindi was originally the official dialect of the Central Plains, but now under the promotion of Mandarin, these Qindi dialects are like heavenly books, jerky and difficult to understand, but Wang Yao can understand them. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

This old man is the village head of Fu Village, Equatorial Township, Xunyi County, and the children sang a local welcome song just now, specially welcoming Lu Sheng and others to come to offer condolences.

Most of the people next to the village chief are middle-aged, rarely with honest faces, smiling at the camera lens, and the woman wearing a headscarf and pulling the children to prevent them from running around.

Wang Yao watched as several students tried to give their belongings to the children, but were stopped by their parents, and finally all the things that were removed from the car were sent to the back room.

Lu Sheng took the students to greet the villagers who came to receive them, and the camera was always shooting, Wang Yao's eyes scanned the faces of the children, and the children's dark eyes were full of curiosity and fear.

Wang Yao touched the fruit candy he bought when he came, squatted down and waved his hand at the group of children, showed a gentle smile, and asked in the Qin dialect, "Do you want to eat?"

The group of children and parents were stunned, and then a younger child broke free from his mother's arms and ran towards Wang Yao, Wang Yao smiled and supported his stumbling body, and the little guy asked in a milky voice, "Are you our family?"

"It's not. Wang Yao peeled the sugar and fed it to the little guy, "I'm from outside." ”

"Then why do you speak our family?" asked the little one, wide-eyed and curious.

The other children also gathered, Wang Yao divided all the sugar in his pocket, and a few children did not get it, looking at Wang Yao pitifully.

Wang Yao felt full of guilt.

"Give. Guan Xianglin handed Wang Yao an iron box.

Wang Yao took it and opened it suspiciously, it was full of candy, and looked at him in dismay.

"It was meant to be brought to them. Guan Xianglin said with a smile and pointed the camera at these children surrounding Wang Yao.

Wang Yao smiled, and divided the whole box of candy little by little, and each child's pocket was full, smiling extremely satisfied.

"Thank you. Several middle-aged women wrapped in headscarves came up to express their gratitude.

"No thanks. Wang Yao smiled.

"Are you a fellow?" asked one of the women.

"No, but I'll say your words. Wang Yao smiled, "My name is Wang Yao, hello eldest sister." ”

"You young man speaks our native dialect. The woman stared at Wang Yao's face and smiled, "If it weren't for your white and tender appearance, I wouldn't believe that you were an outsider." ”

Wang Yao smiled, because of the living environment, the wind and sand in the northwest region made the skin of these villagers naturally firmer and thicker, which was the result of natural evolution, so their complexion looked like a game, but it was very bright, and it was healthy with a flush.

"I'm sorry, your clothes are dirty. One of the women noticed the black handprints on Wang Yao's white shirt, and immediately apologized in some panic.

Wang Yaoleng paused, looked at his clothes and smiled, "It's okay, just wash it." ”

"You're such a nice boy. Another older woman laughed, "Are you married?"

Wang Yao scratched his head in embarrassment: "I'm not in the grade of marriage yet." ”

"Also, all of you in the city are married, and when my man is as old as you, he has a second child in the family. The woman laughed.

These villagers are honest and outspoken, and although in some problems they lack respect, they are not disgusting, and they are just a little embarrassing.

Lu Sheng and others condoled with the cadres of the village, led the team to the destination this time, and when they went out, they saw Wang Yao squatting on the ground and surrounded by the children in the center, so they were stunned and smiled, "Brother Wang, we should go." ”

After Wang Yao heard this, he stood up, patted the heads of the little ones around him, and followed the team, the group of children were called back by their parents, and looked at Wang Yao reluctantly, after all, they didn't know if Wang Yao had anything else to eat.

"Do you speak Qindi?" Wei Yiping asked curiously.

"Well, I learned it when I was studying drama. Wang Yao said with a smile.

"You're still amazing, you've even learned dialects, this is amazing. Wei Yiping said with a smile.

"It seems that we have picked up a big bargain, and Brother Wang can not only respond to Dongying language, but also translate the local dialect. Lu Sheng smiled: "But it's a pity that you have a white and tender face, and it is estimated that you will have to lose a layer of skin after you go back." ”

Wang Yao smiled.

The destination of this visit is the domestic folk paper-cutting master, Ku Shulan.

When he came, Wang Yao had a brief understanding that this master Ku Shulan was 80 years old and was the first folk artist in the Dragon Kingdom to be awarded the title of "Master of Folk Arts and Crafts" by UNESCO.

Since childhood, he spoke out in a poor family, followed his parents to escape the famine, and later settled down and followed his mother to learn paper-cutting, painting, and later married into this village, when he was sixty-five years old, Master Ku Shulan fell into a ravine, and was in a coma for more than 40 days.

She claims to be the embodiment of a paper-cut lady.

Later, Master Ku Shulan's paper-cut works became famous and were exhibited at the Xianyang Art Museum, and in 1994, he won the special award of the Art Exhibition in the "Dragon Country Folk Art Exhibition" held by the Ministry of Culture.

In 1995, as a representative of the World Conference on Women, Ku Shulan was exhibited at the Central Academy of Fine Arts as a representative of women.

In 1996, he was awarded the title of "Master of Folk Art" by UNESCO.

In 1997, he was invited to give lectures on Baodao and Xiangjiang, and at the same time, he was published on both sides of the strait by collating "Cutting Flowers Lady Ku Shulan".

A folk master who has been praised both internationally and domestically, Wang Yao originally felt that he should at least live better than Mr. Jin Wensheng, but after entering this village, the local customs and customs gave Wang Yao a bad premonition.

But when he saw the living conditions of this folk master, Wang Yao's heart was cold.

The living environment of this folk master gave Wang Yao another concept of understanding poverty, which should not be called poverty, but hardship.

The room of less than 40 square meters, most of which is occupied by the earthen kang, the walls are covered with newspapers, the ceiling is also pasted with various patches, and the inner room has a kitchen, earthen stove, and water tank of more than ten square meters.

The living space of this folk master made Wang Yao depressed and unable to breathe, messy, dirty, and desperately depressed.

When he saw the thin old man lying on the bed in a cotton jacket, struggling to get up, Wang Yao's last line of defense completely collapsed, and under the stunned eyes of everyone, he ran out of control and ran out of the room.

"Go check it out. Lu Sheng was stunned and asked a student next to him to chase after him, Wang Yao's identity is not ordinary, if something really happens, it will be difficult to explain.

"I'll go. Guan Xianglin put the camera on his shoulder into his assistant's arms and chased him out.

Director Dongying's deep eyes flashed with strange emotions, and he pointed the camera at Ku Shulan, who was struggling to get up on the earthen kang.

Wang Yao ran fast, he was afraid that if he stayed in that small and depressed house to the point of despair, he would let himself collapse.

"Wang Yao!" Guan Xianglin's shout stopped Wang Yao.

Wang Yao stopped, leaning against an earthen wall, staring blankly at the gradually darkening sky.

Guan Xianglin ran to him, took two breaths, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, looked at Wang Yao's somewhat numb and painful expression, sighed softly, and laughed a little self-deprecatingly, "This is reality." ”

The tears rolling down the corners of his eyes burned Wang Yao's side face that was swept by the wind and sand along the way, and his deep and dark eyes and the redness of his eyes made people tremble, "This is the purpose of your travel shooting?"

Guan Xianglin was silent and spit out a smoke ring, "I know that you feel uncomfortable, and anyone who sees that situation feels uncomfortable, but you have to understand that in this world, there are more people who are suffering than you imagined, and you have to be grateful, because you are much luckier than others." ”

"But it's different. Wang Yao stared, but his pupils did not have a trace of brilliance, only the crystal of tears with a halo, "She is a master, she should be valuable, even if she is not so valuable, she should not survive in this miserable environment, she has won glory for the country, she is a hero, a hero, this is the treatment!!??"

Wang Yao's last sentence almost roared out.

Guan Xianglin's face was still as heavy as water, he squinted slightly and looked at Wang Yao, and his tone was neither sad nor joyful, "Do you know what a folk master is?"

Wang Yao's godless pupils slowly began to focus, becoming indifferent, becoming mocking, and relieved, "It turned out that it was because of this." ”

"The country is so big, you can't manage everything, the masters of the folk are living in the folk, if you can't survive in the folk, then you can only wait for natural elimination, I told you this truth. Guan Xianglin said softly.

"When she went international with paper-cutting, you may not have taken off her folk hat and become a nation. Wang Yao sneered.

"The state has subsidized it. Guan Xianglin said softly.

"Mr. Zhang Boju donated most of the Forbidden City Museum, and the state also gave subsidies, but in the end, he couldn't even exchange a single room for hospitalization, hehe, compensation?" The ridicule on the corner of Wang Yao's mouth was already trembling a little, and he took a deep breath, "I won't let the tragedy happen." ”

Guan Xianglin frowned and looked at Wang Yao, "What do you think you can do?"

"You can wait and see. Wang Yao smiled, "If you need help in the future, you can call me." ”

As he spoke, Wang Yao turned around and walked towards the entrance of the village.

"Don't run around. Guan Xianglin extinguished the cigarette and shouted.

Wang Yao waved his hand.

Looking at Wang Yao's slender back, his trembling shoulders in the windy yellow sand, Guan Xianglin was also a little red-eyed, and scolded in a low voice, "Scolding, children are children, sentimental, who is not bitter?"

In his mind, Master Ku Shulan's skinny figure and the pair of bright and tenacious eyes lingered in Wang Yao's mind like a nightmare, squeezing his last fragility little by little, and tears rolled down his eyes drop by drop on the yellow earth, mixed into mud flowers.

is also a master of paper-cutting, the French paper-cutting master Matisse's life is brilliant, smooth sailing, and in his later years, he can continue to create techniques in a spacious and bright villa, and this Chinese folk paper-cutting master who is not weak in international reputation, Ku Shulan.

In his later years, he was still lingering in the windy cave on all sides, and with his hand cut by the northwest wind and sand, he created a world of cut-and-paste that was not weaker than Matisse.

In the future, someone will mention the world's paper-cutting, not only French Matisse, but also Huaxia Kushulan!

Wang Yao had heard all the greatness of art and personality before, but this time it was different, he witnessed a living greatness, and this greatness lingered in a mud house of less than 40 square meters with air leaks on all sides.

She is an internationally recognized artist and a folk master respected in China, but she is facing the problem and crisis of survival, but she is already 80 years old, an old woman, and she is still facing a crisis of survival.

How sad and absurd this is.

A master of the national level, such a situation.

An old man who fought for his country to take his place in the ranks of international art.

An old man who should have been relieved to care for the elderly and inherit his skills.

But he was lying on the earthen kang that was leaking on all sides, struggling for survival.

If she was an ordinary old man, Wang Yao might pity her, but she should have been a hero, and she should have been a treasure of the country.

This allowed Wang Yao to see the country's attitude towards folk art.

A country that can protect even endangered animals cannot protect an endangered artist.

Since you can't do it, then I'll do it.

"Why did you think of calling me? Shouldn't you kid be dashing around?" Listening to Zhao Lirong's loving laughter on the phone, Wang Yao couldn't cry.

"Child, what's wrong with you over there, why is someone crying?" Zhao Lirong was shocked when she heard the whimper, and asked a little anxiously, she still didn't think Wang Yao was a crying child.

"Mom. Wang Yao suppressed the choking in his throat and said in a hoarse voice, "I miss you." ”

"Son, what's wrong? Zhao Lirong was shocked and said in a deep voice.

"It's okay, it's just that the wind and sand in the northwest are too big, and it makes my throat hurt. Wang Yao grew a turbid breath and smiled and spoke.

"Northwest, where are you going to eat sand? If it's okay, come back quickly, don't run around. Zhao Lirong breathed a sigh of relief and reprimanded with a smile.

"Well, I'll be back in two days. Wang Yao smiled and said, "The signal is not good, I will hang up first." ”

Hung up the phone Wang Yao, raised his head and let out a sigh, his chest was too depressed, and only someone pulled the corner of his clothes.

Wang Yao looked down and saw a little boy with a snot in his hand, holding a piece of roasted charcoal black sweet potato in his hand, "Brother, are you hungry? I've also cried when I'm hungry, just eat some." ”

The little boy smiled in mellow Qindi dialect, and Wang Yao's heart was full of warmth when he heard it, and for the first time, he felt that the dialect was so cute.

PS: Master Ku Shulan is really a life ordeal, writing these two chapters, tears keep falling, hating life is not at the right time... I can't do my meager heart, so I can only make up for my regrets in the book.

Thanks to the writing paper, the ancient naïve theory, the howling moon wind wolf, the speechless 100 reward, thank you~