Just when Su Bai was still thinking and meditating, tangled in what to eat for dinner, at the same time, on the other side, everyone who had already returned home was not thinking about tea and dinner.

Although Su Bai said that after singing, he acted as if nothing had happened, and when he asked, he pretended to be stupid and stunned, and he was ruthless.

But the long-lost Dishui Nanyin reappeared in the rivers and lakes, and they were fortunate to be witnesses, which is a terrible thing!

After Deng Bo got home, after pouring a bowl of dog food for Little Pug, he didn't even cook his own dinner, and immediately excitedly picked up the phone and called Lao Chen, who didn't come to drink tea because of the rain and rheumatism today.

"Hey, Lao Chen? Do you know ......?"

Before Deng Bo finished speaking, Lao Chen's angry voice came:

"Alas, I know, I know, Liyuan Cantonese Yun actually stopped broadcasting, and put on a show called Lingnan New Rap, a group of ghosts don't know what to sing there, I'm really, hey, you said ...... in the future"

Everyone knows about the suspension of the show, and no one is in a good mood, but Deng Bo couldn't help but laugh when he heard his complaints!

"Haha, I'm not going to tell you this, what do you care about that Lingnan new rap? I'm telling you, now we have the old Lingnan rap! ”

"What are you talking about?"

"Hey, you don't even know what you're missing, I'll tell you, ...... this afternoon"

After Deng Bo recounted what happened in the afternoon, Lao Chen's voice blew through the microphone in an instant.

"What? Can the little white supervisor of the activity center sing the southern sound of the water? I'm lost, are you confused? Buzzing? Tick line! ”

"Hehe, I know you don't believe it, you can go and ask the saliva, he is also there, if it is fake, I will cut off my head and use it as a stool for you to sit on!"

Deng Bo smiled, listening to Lao Chen's shocked reaction, his heart was simply crooked.

After being tortured by Su Bai's little guy who was full of secrets for an afternoon, he finally found his balance at this moment, and his mood was a lot more relaxed......

On the other end of the phone, Lao Chen's reason told him that Deng Bo was definitely doing a trick, or he was stimulated by the suspension of the show and went crazy.

What are you kidding, it's a recognized lost Dishui Nanyin, how can anyone still sing it?

Even if someone will, it must be the kind of senior master who retires from the rivers and lakes and doesn't ask about the world, how can it be the little white supervisor in the center of the activity that everyone can see every day?

But after thinking about it, Deng Bo swore that it was really hard to say, and he didn't care about the suspension of the show, if it weren't for the huge surprise hedge, his fiery temper would be scolding the street now.

Now that I hear it again, there are still witnesses?

At this time, Lao Chen couldn't sit still at all, and after hanging up the phone in a hurry, he immediately called Saliva Wei for verification.

However, the phone is on the phone......

Uncle Wei is very busy, and at this moment, he is also "stimulating" another old friend with Erlang's legs.

"Demon, saliva is really saliva power, you are really not wrong, you don't even wipe your mouth when you blow water!"

Listening to the "don't believe" from the microphone, Uncle Wei felt inexplicably happy, and couldn't help laughing: "Haha, don't believe it?" If you don't believe it, you'll find out when you go to the activity center tomorrow! ”

"What if it's fake?"

"If it's fake, I'll give you the Pu'er tea I've treasured for many years, but if it's true, your two taels of Wuyi big red robes should also be taken out for us to taste, right?"

“......”

In this way, one spread ten, ten spread hundreds, and when night fell, almost the opera fans of the entire community knew about the "reappearance of the sound of the earth and water in the rivers and lakes".

At this rate, it is estimated that the old men and women in the next community will soon know......

At this time, in the house of Quanbo.

"Hey, Lao Dou, the wind and rain hit the typhoon, don't go out if you're kind, you can watch TV at home, in case there's anything ......"

The family was sitting together for dinner, and Kwon Bo's son was chattering and preaching.

He and his wife both work in the meteorological unit, and the whole city is on vacation when it comes to typhoons, but they both have to stand on it.

After work today, I saw the community patrol car with the police lights on to send people back, and everyone was scared stupid at that time, I was afraid that something had happened.

After talking about his father, he counted down his daughter at home again: "Next time, don't let grandpa go out in this case, you know every day that you watch dramas and chase stars and play games, ignore the affairs at home, be lazy and lazy, start school soon, you haven't finished your summer homework, right?" ”

"Hey, it's okay."

Quan Bo was in no mood to listen to it at all, and now he was still thinking about "going out of tune".

He casually pulled two mouthfuls of rice and put down the dishes and chopsticks, and pulled his granddaughter, who was just in high school, and left the table at the moment when he was "training", leaving only one sentence: "I supervise her homework!" ”

Then, while the two were talking, they turned on the computer under the noses of their son and daughter-in-law, and their arrogance was extremely arrogant......

After a burst of boot sound.

"Huh! Why did you put a photo of and ghosts on your computer, quickly changed it, and I lost my appetite when I looked at it! ”

Uncle Quan looked at the picture of his granddaughter's computer desktop, and suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

"What? His name is Wu Yunfeng, he is a big star, he is very handsome, okay......"

Before her granddaughter finished speaking, Uncle Quan waved his hand impatiently and interrupted her: "Okay, okay, ghosts are ghosts, nine don't take eight, your old Dou really didn't say anything wrong about you, hey, no matter, you can help me check, Ketu Qiu hates!" ”

"What?"

"The guest of the guest, the way of the ......"

Under the word-by-word "guidance" of Kwon Bo, the search page finally showed a loneliness.

The information searched out cannot be said to have nothing to do with the Nanyin that Su Bai sang in the afternoon, it can only be said to be irrelevant.

"This ...... Wait, you add a few words in front of it, 'Dishui Nanyin Ketu Qiu Hate'...... What is Dishui Nanyin? Hey, as a Cantonese person, I don't even know the cultural treasure of my hometown, Dishui Nanyin, are you embarrassed to say that you want to choose music in your sophomore year of high school? Alas, you offspring girls are really ......"

Uncle Quan was anxious and chattered.

The granddaughter was confused, and her tears were about to fall, how did she feel that Grandpa was not here to save herself, and she was much more ruthless than her father.

On the screen page, the search results are a little richer, but most of them are related to Dishui Nanyin, and I still haven't found any connection between "Ketu Qiu Hate" and it.

Even if you log on to a professional academic website and search for research papers about Nanyin, you still can't find anything related to it.

"This ...... Su Bai didn't lie, he really didn't ......"

"Did he create it himself?"

"Well, it's possible, this guy is a Ph.D. student in music, maybe he really studied the Dishui Nanyin singing method by himself, and then created a new work......"

Quan Bo was thoughtful and kept muttering quietly.

The son and daughter-in-law also came over curiously: "Old Dou, what's wrong?" ”

"I heard someone sing a song today, and I judged that it was the southern sound of Dishui, and the lyrics were also ancient, but I couldn't find any information related to this song."

"Tsk, Dishui Nanyin? Isn't it long gone, I'm almost fifty years old, and I've never seen anyone sing it except for those antique tapes I listened to when I was a kid. ”

Quanbo's son shook his head in disbelief, and then added: "If this is true, then the academic circles in Hong Kong and Macao will be a sensation." ”

He is not as ignorant as his daughter, although he is not a fan of opera, and he does not have any in-depth study of opera, but he has a father who is a fan of opera, and he can be regarded as growing up listening to Cantonese opera and Cantonese opera.

But if you really want to talk about your impression of Nanyin, except for the antique tapes, everything else is a few bits and pieces of Cantonese opera music card passages, and when you look at the subtitles of Cantonese opera, you will put a bracket in front of it, and write Dishui Nanyin, that's all.

Quan Bo didn't explain much, he directly picked up his mobile phone and played the recording, "Listen to it and see if it's it." ”

The wind and rain of the recording is very loud, and I wonder there is no clarity brought by antique magnetism, but the music is indeed that flavor, and in terms of singing, it seems to have a more ancient charm than the Nanyin singing voices I heard when I was a child......

Quanbo's son immediately became interested: "This ...... Who sang this? ”

"The little white director of the activity center."

"Him?"

"Yes, he also boasted before singing that no one had ever heard of it, and it was called Ketu Qiu hate, so I actually couldn't figure out whether it was a lost orphan book or a ......."

Quan Bo had a headache, Su Bai himself must know best, but that guy just didn't say it, no one could do anything about him.

"To be honest, we just judge that it is Dishui Nanyin based on our sense of hearing, and we really can't do it accurately, and the Internet is not omnipotent, and there are more information that can't be found.

"I think so, the more important the matter, the more rigorous, since he can sing, on the one hand, it is necessary to record more materials, on the other hand, to find the relevant competent departments, contact experts and scholars to ask."

The son was quick to give his views and suggestions.

Quan Bo also thinks the same way, he used to be an educator, and he naturally thinks about things more rigorously than Deng Bo and them.

Although I judge that it is Dishui Nanyin, but it involves the lost folk traditional music culture, then you can't say that you think it is, that is.

Otherwise, then why did Guo Jia spend so much manpower and material resources to do the "Xia, Shang and Zhou Dynasty Project"?

There are many relevant authorities, and after some discussion between the two, Quan Bo quickly made a decision, who is most interested in Nanyin, then find whom.

The answer is about to come out, 12 years ago, I wanted to apply for the Nanyin World Heritage Site!

Uncle Quan angrily knocked on his baby granddaughter who was already sleepy and dozing in the southern sound, complained about her bad music aesthetics, and asked her to help copy the mobile phone recording file and put it in the USB flash drive.

The granddaughter was unconvinced, and pouted and complained: "Babbling, uh-huh, I don't know what he's singing, it's the same as Murmur, who doesn't get sleepy when he listens?" ”

Anyway, she really doesn't understand, it's just a "muttering" song that no one will listen to, why is it so "aggressive", what does her father say, "If it's true, the academic circles in Hong Kong and Macao will be a sensation", who believes it......

But in any case, she was finally able to help.

Quan Bo shook his head secretly, the child's cognition has not yet reached that level, no matter how much she explains, she can't understand, she rummaged through the cabinets in the study, and found a magazine called "Bacheng Miscellaneous", which has been out of publication for several years.

When Haojiang was making a documentary at that time, he also published a series of articles in this magazine and left the contact address of the expert group, hoping to collect more clues and information about Nanyin from the people.

It was precisely because of these Nanyin articles published at that time that Kwon Bo collected this magazine.

Now, although many years have passed, the contact information should still be valid, because that address is from Haojiang Culture.

So, Kwon Bo wanted to give it a try.

He wrote a long, long letter with a USB stick with the recording, and was going to send it by courier tomorrow to see if he could get in touch with it.

After doing all this, it was already 1 o'clock in the morning, and Quan Bo returned to his room with peace of mind.

He lay on the bed, thinking about how else he could contact other knowledgeable scholars and experts, while constantly playing the recording that was not clear, but he couldn't get tired of listening to it, and couldn't sleep for a long time.

No matter what the final result is, even if it is finally confirmed that Su Bai is not singing Dishui Nanyin, the reality that Dishui Nanyin is dead cannot be changed.

But as long as he listens to Su Bai's sultry ancient singing, Quan Bo is willing to believe that the context and affection soaked in silver by Nanyin's rhyme and rhetoric have not been broken, and they are still flowing in this flashy world......