Lao Yang squatted down and carefully picked up the photo.

It was a big group photo.

Many people are in three rows in front of a Chinese-style two-story tea house.

They all have different looks and appearances, from rickety old men with long beards that hang down from their chests like goats, middle-aged young men in crisp suits and round filigree glasses, to children of five or six years old who wear the most gowns.

The whole nine yards.

In the background, two banners hang on the teahouse.

The one on the top one reads, "In the year of Bingzi, the third exhibition of the Southern School of Painting in Eastern Xia was commemorated." ”

A banner on the bottom is "'Living Overlord' Yang Xiaolou led the Tongxin Society to the stage of Chen Ji in Shanghai and performed on stage." ”

Lao Yang blinked.

The Third Commemorative Exhibition of the Southern School of Painting in Eastern Xia?

He searched his mind for the history of modern art.

This kind of commemorative group photo of old photos - some are in the order of standing in the group photo, and some are according to the seniority of the exhibitor list, from large to small.

It is customary to print the names of all the people in the lens in the blank space below.

Lao Yang swept the line of signatures under the photo.

Among those fifty or so names.

Some of the names are deafening, and they can occupy a special unit in modern art history textbooks, and some are celebrities in the field of cultural criticism.

There are also a few, Lao Yang needs to compare the names and think about them carefully in order to vaguely remember who this person is.

Overall, this line of names is put together......

The stars are splendid!

Let any art lover be unable to restrain his emotions.

Just in this list.

is not like in today's various academic conferences, Lao Yang has become commonplace, as long as Cao Xuan's name appears, he will be ranked among the top positions.

Even the history of "Oil Painting", Sir Brown, who was named by the European royal family, is still slightly shorter.

This.

It wasn't until the last few relatively unknown signatures on the list that he saw the small tail suffix of the word "Cao Xuan" following a painter named Tu Pingzhi.

Seeing this expected name, Lao Yang put his eyes back on the photo and found his goal.

Even if Cao Lao's name is at the bottom, it is not too difficult to find him.

Even the location is unexpectedly easy to find eye-catching.

In the center of the photograph stands an old man wearing a tuanhua cardigan.

The old man was gray-haired and energetic, holding a folding fan in one hand and a young man in the other.

The young man is not very old, only in his teens, but he wears a shirt and vest as seriously as an adult.

The little ones are on fire.

Probably he felt a little hot, his black coat was hanging on his arm, his face was a little energetic, a little childish, like all teenagers who were dragged by their parents in front of outsiders, and even a little impatient to be held by the hand.

The young man squinted, frowned, and looked sideways at the camera.

"Old man? Is this you? ”

The photosensitive particles on the photo will gradually fade slightly with sunlight.

The old photos of the Republic of China for more than 20 years have been yellowed and brittle, as if they have been bleached a little, and their faces are not too clear.

More than eighty years have passed.

The child has become an old man, his appearance has changed greatly, and most of the people in the photo are no longer in the world.

Lao Yang still guessed the truth of the matter by calculating his age and the vaguely similar eyebrows and eyes.

"yes, who is it if it's not me? Among the children in the photo, only two are qualified to leave their names, one is me, and the other is a guy named Tu Pingzhi. His grandfather was Tu Xinsheng, the governor of Liangjiang in the late Qing Dynasty, and it seems that he is related to Xiangshuai Zhang Zhidong. I think he can be in front of me, not because of Lao Tzu's light. I was very upset that day. ”

"So for so many years, I have always remembered his name, I heard that later, when the Japanese army invaded China, he seemed to go to South America, and then there was no news. I don't know if I can draw or not. ”

Cao Xuan took the photo and spoke softly.

The little entanglement when he was a teenager has long since dissipated in time and there is no shadow, and at his age, looking back, there is only the word remembrance.

Lao Yang adjusted the stylus and vinyl, listening to the old man's words, his expression was complicated.

It turns out that people like Cao Lao will also be entangled in the order of a ranking?

That's right, too.

What old man who is dying of old age has never been a young man full of youthful spirit.

"But your photo isn't in the middle, I didn't see that paint or anything."

Lao Yang said with a smile.

Being fat as a child is not fat.

What is it to be crushed when you are young? Staying up to almost 100 years old, there are less than five painters of the same age who can still breathe normally.

The old gentleman is not the first in the world, who is?

"Not really." Cao Xuan also smiled.

"My teacher, who is a very protective person outside, saw my complaints, and after the commemorative exhibition that day, everyone took a group photo, and then listened to the play and ate at the Chen Ji Teahouse. Therefore, when the group photo was taken together, the old man specially grabbed my hand and dragged me to his side, facing the position of the photographer's lens, in the words of the present day......"

"C-bit." Lao Yang interface.

"yes, it just caught me in the C position."

"And I began to be embarrassed and embarrassed, I felt that I participated in the commemorative exhibition, I was an adult, and it was inconvenient to be dragged by the teacher like this, so I didn't know what to do with a sad face of bitter melon. Alas, I wish I could go back to that time and say sorry to my husband in person. ”

The study was silent, and only Cao Xuan's emotional voice echoed in it.

How many people have been in the blessings when they were young.

When I became a parent one day, I remembered the good of my elders and wanted to turn around and apologize to them for my little nature, only to find that I had no chance.

The biggest thing in the world is the separation between life and death.

Didn't have time to say love.

I didn't have time to say I'm sorry.

Cao Lao sat back at the table and looked at this old photo slowly, with a flash of water in his eyes.

Lao Yang didn't want to tease his wit anymore and interrupt Cao Lao's thoughts.

Long.

Lao Yang finally danced the length of the stylus.

Only then did he ask out loud: "Old Cao, do you really want to listen to such a precious old record?" Otherwise, I'll show you the version on Apple Music, which will hear you best. ”

The vinyl record circle and the HiFi audio circle are known as modern cities, two major distribution centers for metaphysics lovers.

Many music lovers have spared no expense to study all kinds of crystal-plated wires, and there are also famous stalks about the heat of listening to electricity generated by thermal power plants and the soft electricity generated by hydropower plants for music playback.

The vinyl circle is a similar situation.

It is often claimed on forums that the older the vinyl record, the more flavorful it sounds, and the more authentic it sounds.

In fact, it is true that the older the record, the more expensive it is, and that is because the old record has antique attributes.

The sound is better, which is impossible from the point of view of physics.

Not only the process of pouring glue in the last century and the acquisition of sound frequencies must not be as strong as the sound recording ability of modern recording studios.

Secondly, vinyl, which relies on the stylus and physically rubs the pronunciation in the lines on the film, is a kind of wear and tear for both the stylus and the record every time it is played.

Such an old record of Lao Yang and Yang, who are almost at the top, is splashed out for more than a dozen yuan every second of sound.

Money doesn't matter.

No matter how expensive Cao Lao is, he definitely doesn't feel distressed, but this kind of brittle old antique is possible to suddenly break when left alone.

Lao Yang was really a little reluctant.

"Put, since you listen to it once less, then it's now." Cao Lao nodded.

The stylus fell, and the pianist's Jinghu, Yueqin, and Sanxian sounded in turn.

The sense of the times is in the sound waves.

Rushing to the face.

"Persuade the king to drink and listen to Yu songs, relieve the king's sorrow and dance, win Qin Wudao to break the country, and the heroes will fight on all roads......"

Cao Xuan leaned back in his chair and hummed softly to the sound of music coming from the gramophone.

Lao Yang was stained with the light of his employer.

He pricked up his ears and listened carefully to the old record from 1935, wanting to see if such precious music could be sung.

This is much more expensive than the Vienna Musikverein.

For an ordinary symphony orchestra, the entrance fee for a general location, the Musikverein is only 10 euros, which is very cheap.

This record costs thousands of dollars for one minute.

It's really expensive!

There is a rustling sound in the background of the record, and the inevitable popping sound of fried soybeans as the stylus cuts through the crunchy and irregular lines.

Lao Yang listened to it twice.

There was no surprise, and I even felt a little disappointed, and I felt that I couldn't understand it.

That's it?

Lao Yang pouted, a picture that was not very cultured.

Yang Xiaolou was born in Wusheng, the founder of the Yang School of Peking Opera, and a real master of famous characters.

However, Yang Xiaolou, Tan Xinpei, Wang Guifen, the singing voices in the old records of these drama masters are slightly different from the singing voices in the modern pear orchard after a hundred years of development.

Modern Peking Opera is relatively smooth.

It sounds like a big river going east, hearty.

At the end of the Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China, the long drama of the famous drama was one tone and three folds, one sound and three changes, and a hundred turns and thousands of times.

The so-called "babbling" Peking Opera, the origin of this description is here.

The threshold for old-fashioned singing appreciation is relatively higher.

For example, Benjamin once complained that listening to Oriental Peking Opera was like listening to a monkey barking, and he couldn't understand it at all.

There are also some ministers and diplomats stationed in Beijing, after listening to it for a few ears, they are completely fascinated, and they can't leave, and they have become senior ticket holders.

As the saying goes, "there is no gentleman, no artist", the audience who knows how to listen to it likes it very much, and those who have not been in contact with it need to practice their ears and get familiar with it.

Lao Yang didn't understand.

Cao Lao listened.

His eyes were slightly closed, and he leaned back in his chair, his palms falling to the beat of the singing.

With the sound of history coming from the gramophone.

Cao Lao's thoughts also slowly traveled against the current in the long river of time, returning to that turbulent era.

Many old men felt that the memories that had been blurred gradually became clear again in the fierce voice of Yueqin Bangzi.

His husband is obsessed with drama, and Cao Xuan's impression of being disciplined by his master when he was a child is accompanied by the background sound on the stage.

Probably because of the rebellious mentality.

He has not been very fond of listening to dramas since he was a child in his life.

Mr. always said: "Xiao Xuan, you kid is so good, why don't you listen to the play." Drama and painting are connected, famous actors sing operas, masters paint, sing, and paint are all souls. When you learn to listen to dramas and draw, you will be able to get into the mind for three points. ”

Just like the essay that can never be copied, Cao Xuan has always felt that a play is a play, and a painting is a painting.

This kind of saying that drama is like calligraphy and painting, and drama is like life at every turn, is all nonsense.

In "Wujia Po", Xue Rengui flirted and tried to marry his wife like a hooligan, and in the singing section of "The Legend of the White Snake", Xu Xian is like an out-and-out scumbag, as for "Double Cast Tang" and "Tianlei Bao", they are just some foolish and filial sons.

Listening to these things, what kind of nutrition is there?

And that era.

The literati are noble, and the singers are some of the lower nine ranks.

There are also some times in newspapers and periodicals, because dignitaries and nobles spend a lot of time watching dramas and listening to music, neglecting state affairs, and misleading the country.

There are even good deeds who will listen to plays, drink tea, play mahjong, and call them the three evils, and those who add big smoke will call them the four evils.

How can you govern the country well if you spend your time watching plays in the theater every day, drinking tea in the teahouse, and playing mahjong with the young lady's wife?

No one can transcend the context of the times.

Many arguments seem quite ridiculous now, just like the faint monarch of the dead country blamed his mistakes on the troubles, but when he was a child, Cao Xuan had an opinion on singing from the bottom of his heart.

That tea party of the Southern School of Painting was the first time he walked patiently into the theater.

It was also the last time in his life that he and his teacher sat together to watch a play.

If Cao Xuan had known this at that time, he would definitely have longed for time to pass more slowly and pass that day a little longer.

In my impression, the teacher kept holding his hand and said a lot of things beside Cao Xuan.

Now that I think about it,

Some of the key truths in life were actually told to him by the teacher that day, but he was too young to understand them.

He still remembers that at the beginning, there were several Xiao Wusheng who were hot on the scene, and they turned eighteen times in a row from both sides of the stage, and the people who turned were dazzled, their faces were not red, they were not panting, and they were extremely neat.

Cao Xuan subconsciously drank "good".

As a result, he was looked at by many people with a smile, and was knocked on the back of his neck by the teacher with a fan.

When Yang Xiaolou and Mr. Mei Lanfangmei appeared, they were obviously just walking around the stage, but the audience applauded thunderously, and the applause almost overturned the roof of Chen Ji's big stage.

There are also people who directly throw silver dollars as rewards.

The old man asked him with a smile, do you know where the head is?

Cao Xuan was a little stubborn.

He said from a small temperament, not because the leading actor is a famous character, but the one who turns his heels is not, to put it bluntly, what is the difference between "disliking the poor and loving the rich" in ordinary people's homes.

didn't even act in the play, so the good and the bad were distinguished by fame.

Just like everyone, you rank your name behind others, because your name is powerful enough, but it can't compare to the prestige of other people's ancestors as big officials.

A truth.

(End of chapter)