Chapter 122 Happiness in the poor, for the rich is not benevolent

Wang Yao on the other side hung up the phone and turned over two heels on the ground, eager to hit his head with the wall, his face was full of chagrin, and he said that he was really stupid. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"What's wrong?" Xu Qingmei leaned against the door and watched Wang Yao turn her head, and asked suspiciously.

"Huh? Wang Yao's face flushed, and he coughed lightly, and a carp stiffened and rose from the ground, "Classmate Xu, I'll go out." ”

"It's almost lunch. Xu Qingmei said.

"It's too late, it's a bit of a rush. Wang Yaohan smiled and took off the vest used for practice, revealing his sturdy upper body.

In the past week, Wang Yao's figure has changed significantly, maybe his height has also grown taller, and the muscles on his body are becoming more and more obvious, and his skin is as white as jade, and there is a luster and muscle lines, which looks very attractive.

Xu Qingmei's cheeks were crimson, a little embarrassed, but she couldn't help but peek at her, "What's the urgency?"

"No, it's just a personal matter. Wang Yao tied the button of his shirt and smiled, put his bag on his back and touched the head of Niuniu in Xu Qingmei's arms, "I'm leaving, help me talk to the master." ”

"Did you bring your mobile phone?" Xu Qingmei said with some reassurance.

"Bring it, rest assured. Wang Yao smiled and waved his hand and went out of the house.

Xu Qingmei hugged Niuniu and sighed, looked at the empty house, it was all empty before, why do you feel so lonely today?

Wang Yao staggered to the LC area on the bus, he was going to visit the old man Jin Wensheng, he had always wanted to go, but he was too obsessed with studying recently and forgot.

Now that he has some money, Wang Yao bought a lot of food and bought a bottle of Wuliangye to visit.

Knocked on the door with something and it took a while for someone to respond, Wang Yao listened to a somewhat dull voice, and his heart sank, the old man's voice was clear and full of air last time, how could he be dull this time.

The door opened, and the old man Jin was still wearing the old man's shirt, but his face was a little ugly, and his godless eyes lit up suddenly after seeing Wang Yao, and a smile appeared on his face, "The master is here! Come in." ”

Wang Yao didn't have time to say hello, so he entered the courtyard and put things on the stone table, grabbed Old Man Jin's wrist and put it on his vein, and frowned deeply.

Old Man Jin was stunned by Wang Yao's movements, and chuckled, "Why, you kid still sees a doctor, cough cough." ”

As he spoke, the old man coughed.

"You're having a fever. Wang Yao helped the old man into the house and lay down on the bed, "Have you taken the medicine?"

"It's just a minor illness. Old Man Jin smiled and waved his hand, covered his mouth and coughed twice, "If you don't mention it, I'll forget about him." ”

"It's been a long time?" Wang Yao's face was full of anxiety, and he re-called the pulse again, "You are old, and a minor illness should be treated as a major illness." ”

"It's not so squeamish, I haven't seen any disease? It's just a cold, it rained a few days ago, and I got a little damp, okay, don't talk about me, how are you? Old Man Jin patted Wang Yao on the shoulder and signaled him not to care.

"The exam is over, you rest, I'll go make something for you. Wang Yao got up and ran out of the house to the kitchen, boiled a pot of boiling water, cut some ginger and sugar, put it in, boiled a pot of ginger syrup, and brought it back.

"You know a lot of earthwork. Old Man Jin looked at the ginger syrup that Wang Yao brought in, and said with a smile, "This fever is really not a serious illness. ”

It is true that heat cold is just a common cold in summer, but the point is that Jin Wensheng is already old, and his cardiopulmonary capacity cannot keep up, and if he does not treat hard resistance, it will cause great damage to the immune system of the elderly.

"There is no minor illness, don't you know?" Wang Yao smiled and stirred the ginger soup with a spoon, "You are not at the age of hard work now, you have to learn to maintain it." ”

"I'm okay at my age. Old Man Jin smiled, "Okay, I'll try it." ”

"It's still hot. Wang Yao shook his head and glanced around the room, "Do you have a phone at home?"

"Yes, but I don't use it often. Old man Jin said.

"I'll leave you a number, and call me if you have anything. Wang Yao put down the bowl and wrote down his mobile phone number on the table.

"Bought a new phone?" said with a smile after Mr. Jin took it.

Wang Yao told Mr. Jin about his opportunities in the capital, which made Mr. Jin very happy.

"Did you really see Mr. Qigong?" Old Man Jin's eyes lit up.

"You drink this first. Wang Yao handed the cold ginger soup in his hand to the old man.

The old man took it and drank it with a frown, although there was sugar, the ginger soup was still not very tasty.

"I saw it, and I also recognized a godmother, Zhao Lirong. Wang Yao said with a smile.

"Poof!" Old Man Jin squirted out with a mouthful of water.

Wang Yao dodged and took out a tissue to wipe the old man's mouth, "Why are you so excited?"

"Ahem, cough, recognizing your godmother? or Xiao Zhao?" Old Man Jin was very surprised.

"How, do you know each other?" Wang Yao smiled.

"I did know each other before, and I worked together in an opera troupe. Old Man Jin wiped his mouth, "You kid is really lucky, if she paves the way for you." ”

Wang Yao smiled, put the bowl away, and put it aside, "I'm going to learn opera first." ”

Mr. Jin's eyes, which had originally regained a hint of clarity, dimmed again, but he still said with a smile, "It really has to be like this, you have to have something to eat first." ”

Wang Yaoneng was keenly aware of the regret and loneliness in the old gentleman's tone, and pursed the corners of his mouth, "But I won't give up commenting." ”

Old Man Jin smiled with satisfaction and patted the back of Wang Yao's hand, "Master, I know what you mean, but I have to tell you, you can only do one thing well by concentrating, you must not be half-hearted, you must be talented, otherwise Xu Feng and Xiao Zhao would not value you so much, I can live for a few years, don't worry, don't worry." ”

The old man was not in a hurry to say two sentences in a row, and Wang Yao's chest was stuffy when he heard it, especially when he saw the old man lying on the bed, although he knew that it was just the fatigue caused by the cold, he still had a feeling of dying, which made Wang Yao very uncomfortable.

He didn't have a correct understanding of folk artists and institutional artists before, but this time he went to the capital, Wang Yao really understood where the gap was.

The artist troupe under the system lives in a big hotel, with sponsor sponsorship, and is worried about how to make more money and how to become a big horn, of course, it is not excluded that Young Master Mei and Master Xu Feng are people who are worried about the future of opera, but from Li Zhuo's people, Wang Yao only sees two words, utilitarian.

But folk artists, living in this deep alley house eating coarse tea and light rice, guarding the inheritance of old friends for a lifetime, quietly tidying up, carefully groping, hoping to pass on this skill, stubborn and stubborn guarding, Wang Yao can feel two words, piety.

A kind of devotion to the inheritance of traditional skills and incense.

Especially looking at the books on the table that are still being sorted out, compared with the two, Wang Yao really feels a kind of sadness, an old man who is sick is still working hard to leave some inheritance for future generations despite the erosion of illness, while those rice buckets who are full of food have bad intentions for a famous place.

Wang Yao now understands what it means, to be happy with the poor, and to be unkind to the rich.

It seems that he is really sick and tired, and he can't hold on to it in one breath, after Wang Yao came, the old man Jin had the idea of resting at ease, and the old man muttered and persuaded Wang Yao to concentrate on learning opera, and slowly fell asleep, and snored.

Wang Yao pulled the blanket and covered the old man, walked to the desk and looked at the old man's notes.

Wang Yao picked up the manuscripts that were somewhat scattered, but found that a few lines of lettering appeared on the desktop that had been leveled last time.

Wang Yao just learned "Li Si Stone Carving" yesterday to be able to judge some basic stone carving information, woodcut and stone carving are connected, Wang Yao touched the small characters that he didn't know what to carve with a knife, and the uneven gestures seemed to be engraved in Wang Yao's heart.

'Lingtai has no plan to escape from the gods, and the wind and rain are like a dark homeland.

Sending cold stars to Quan without noticing, I recommend Xuanyuan with my blood. ’

This is the last time Mr. Jin engraved on the table after Wang Yao left, Wang Yao felt that it might be that the old gentleman had seen that he didn't seem to have much intention of inheriting the storytelling, or the old gentleman had figured it out, and the storytelling might really not be suitable for Wang Yao's current situation, and gave up the choice of making him the heir.

The old man engraved this famous poem on the desk, which is very consistent with the survival of the current storytelling, survival is difficult, there is no successor, and the future is bleak, but he can't give up, so the old man warns himself that even if he can't pass it on, he must leave the Taoist system!

At least don't let this skill even die incompletely.