Just settled in the hotel.

Luo Shiyao's phone called.

After a little communication, Li Jinglin turned on the computer and turned on the video.

"Honey, guess what, what do you dye this dress on my body?"

As soon as she opened the video, Luo Shiyao said to herself excitedly.

Watch in the video.

Luo Shiyao is wearing a very unique ethnic minority costume.

Even people who don't know how to dress at all can see at a glance that -—— is a costume, although I don't know which ethnic costume this is, but this is definitely a kind of ethnic minority in southern Yunnan.

Li Jinglin pursed his lips and did not answer, but muttered with a sense of complaint.

"I'll go, you guys are really fast, so soon to get to southern Yunnan?"

"Oh, no, it's a make-up lesson."

Luo Shiyao waved her hand again and again.

"If you go to a place with a large number of ethnic minorities, you must respect the local customs, make up classes in advance, learn about cultural knowledge, and review relevant professional knowledge in the past."

"Uh-oh."

"Don't you, guess what, what do I dye this dress with?"

Luo Shiyao laughed eagerly.

"I'm sure you'll never guess."

"Can't guess"

Li Jinglin rolled his eyes.

Being able to ask yourself so excitedly [what kind of clothes are dyed] definitely proves that this is not ordinary dyeing.

Think about Yunnan again.

Even if you are not a local who is engaged in art, I am afraid that you can answer it.

"Light blue tunic with a black velvet collar and silver ornaments on the right knot."

Although he could only see one shirt, Li Jinglin still accurately said the most correct answer that Luo Shiyao didn't want to hear.

"Isn't this a common Bai costume over there? Since you asked what kind of dyeing it is, then I guess it should be the intangible cultural heritage culture of the Bai nationality, tie-dyeing, which is generally dyed with indigo. ”

"Hey, that's what we usually call Banlangen."

Li Jinglin pursed his lips.

"Yes, it's Banlan root, Yunnan people understand herbal medicine, Yunnan Baiyao red medicine is forgotten, this dyeing is one of the uses of Banlan root, not unusual."

"Hey!!"

Luo Shiyao was really anxious.

Very disappointed.

I finally learned some cold knowledge, and I plan to show you off.

Why don't you cooperate?!

"How do you know this!!"

“.”

Seeing Luo Shiyao's disappointed appearance, Li Jinglin's eyelids jumped.

"Oops, I don't know what you think, then I'll answer you again."

Cough lightly twice.

Li Jinglin suddenly spoke in an exaggerated voice.

"Wow?! It's amazing! It's actually dyed with the root of the banlan!! ”

"Awesome yes~"

"You're enough."

At this time, it was really Luo Shiyao who began to be embarrassed.

I was about to be annoyed and angry.

Li Jinglin smiled and immediately changed the topic.

"Knowing that this is quite normal, our ancient Chinese pursuit of pigments, the most distinctive, the most important thing to care about, is blue."

"The phrase "blue is better than blue" is actually a sentence that describes color acquisition for a long time."

"When it comes to the history of refining blue, there is a lot that can be said, which is an unavoidable part of Chinese aesthetics, because Chinese aesthetics comes from the communication between man and nature."

"The history of Banlan root can even be traced back to the "Book of Han", the ancestor of the dictionary "Erya", called Bao, Ma Lan, or woad, but from the perspective of modern botany, it is the same Banlan, but it is not a thing."

In Luo Shiyao's jaw-dropping.

Li Jinglin began to stop the horn of the car.

"The earliest indigo is the southern indigo, the dicotyledon herb, that is, the horse indigo, just because of the emergence of woad, a god-level substitute that is also suitable for planting in the north, woad, a cruciferous herb, has become the northern indigo."

"Woad is because it can be used as medicine, and can be eaten as a wild vegetable, and the seeds can also be used for oil, and even into medicine, so the competitiveness is off the charts, and through such a plant, as well as the records of the ancients on plants, you can see the characteristics of the Chinese nation."

"To be able to eat, is pragmatic, to extract oil, is not wasted, into medicine, is to develop value, and dyeing."

"It can represent the Chinese nation's pursuit of human aesthetics."

Luo Shiyao was almost stupid.

I never expected that.

I didn't succeed in pretending to be B.

In turn, Li Jinglin was achieved, allowing Li Jinglin to successfully show off his face.

Where does this make sense?

"Oh, you're a musician, can't you do music well? What kind of art knowledge are you studying?"

Hearing Luo Shiyao's muttering, Li Jinglin felt wronged.

It's not like you're not doing your job.

The art of the Chinese nation is like this, left and right, instead of complaining about me, you should complain about why the ancestors don't distinguish art and music clearly.

At first, only the music of the Bai people was studied, but it turned out that it was necessary to understand Bai opera in detail.

In the process of understanding white opera, it is inseparable from the same aesthetic basic concept of art, embroidery, costumes, dance, and even folk house painting, which naturally involves the intangible cultural heritage of tie-dye.

This kind of art is generally a "holistic art" that complements each other.

Quite natural.

This is the "pain" that almost every intangible cultural heritage researcher will experience.

In the course of research, the knowledge advancement of this major may be average, but the degree of knowledge in other related fields is skyrocketing.

This is also one of the reasons why as soon as he heard the word "southern Yunnan", Li Jinglin had to put on a mask of pain.

Strange knowledge always enters one's own brain in the form of a very vile bond.

"When are you leaving?"

"Ang, it's only been a few days."

Luo Shiyao blinked.

"Speaking of which, didn't you think about the whole time of Yunnan-style music?"

"Whole, want to whole, you can straighten."

Li Jinglin sighed.

The "very serious perfunctory" that the principal cellist had felt before was once again revealed.

"But there are really many types of music in southern Yunnan, and I can't help it."

"That's a lot, indeed."

Listening to Li Jinglin's complaints, a very strong empathy swept through Luo Shiyao's body.

Recently, the distinction of costumes, the make-up lessons of dance elements in ethnic minority dances, and the different embodiments and styles in music have all made Luo Shiyao sweat.

Even various "blindness" began to appear.

Let's take the simplest example.

The two words have been mixed and matched.

[I have already been self-contained]

It's pretty explosive.

Not only will it not be at all, but it will be all unfamiliar, even if there is a "巳" mixed in the middle, I am afraid it will be difficult to find.

This is basically Luo Shiyao's sense of déjà vu recently.

"Okay, okay, then I won't mention it, let's take it slowly."

Luo Shiyao shook her head violently.

It's as if I want to get rid of all the mess in my brain.

"Don't say it, I really have a little idea, the folk songs in southern Yunnan are really interesting, but if you want to promote it significantly, some places have to be de-colored in addition to dialectization."

Li Jinglin clicked on a file on the computer.

It was shown to Luo Shiyao.

"Look, this is a bit I used to write casually."

"Huh?"

Seeing the score, Luo Shiyao was dumbfounded.

has been with Li Jinglin for so long, how can he not understand the score at all?

But the score in front of me is really a little incomprehensible.

"Are you drunk?"

Luo Shiyao looked at Li Jinglin in disbelief, as if she wanted to see through the video whether Brother Lin had drunk high or had eaten mushrooms in advance.

The degree to which this note goes is simply self-liberating, and at a glance, you can know that "this horse must be a folk song".

Eat and drink a full throat, and go straight to the sky.

That's it.

On average, every eight beats will consume the voice of a traffic singer.

"Huh? This is actually quite normal, when you go to southern Yunnan, you will know, their locals are even more outrageous. ”

“.”

Luo Shiyao was numb.

"Oops! Forget it! You'll be done on your own, and I'll not point fingers. ”

"Recently, I've been doing a strategy in southern Yunnan, and when the time comes, in addition to work, we can still go to play together, in a place like southern Yunnan, it's a great loss to only work and travel."

"You're right."

Li Jinglin nodded.

The two of them showed a whimsical expression, and they looked very yearning.

Unconsciously, the two began to tell each other their most memorable impressions of southern Yunnan.

"Lijiang. Dali Cangshan Erhai Lake, Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, Xishuangbanna! ”

"Steamed pig's head. The ghost of the rice noodle is only because of it, and the bamboo tube is only because of the braised pipa meat! ”

“.”

“.”

You can see it.

Luo Shiyao loves romantic landscapes.

And Li Jinglin.

Love to eat.

Time passes slowly.

After a little small talk, the two hung up the video.

Li Jinglin also thoughtfully opened the computer folder, which involved the classification file of southern Yunnan folk songs.

Stop.

When I talk about it, I really want to study it carefully.

until after opening the folder.

The dense classification suddenly made Li Jinglin tremble again.

Reminds me of the horror of being dominated by complex treemaps.

But after recalling the food of southern Yunnan in his mind, Li Jinglin finally took the plunge and began to continue to summarize, summarize, and organize.

Southern Yunnan eats spicy, and it is definitely a very spicy place.

To some extent, it is even comparable to Jiangxi.

But on the contrary, it is not exactly spicy, there are many delicacies, and it is very fresh and beautiful.

For example, wild mushroom hot pot.

Thinking of the fungus, Li Jinglin suddenly had a feeling of being ready to move.

I think back to the plane meal I had today.

Make up a little continental dinner in the evening.

This broken wall Europe really can't stay for a day!

At noon the next day.

The musicians who rushed to the concert hall after preparing for dinner saw their conductor, Mr. Li Jinglin, walking out of the room with a dark face and a yawn.

"Brother Lin, didn't you sleep well?"

"Onha."

Hearing everyone's concern, Li Jinglin nodded and yawned again.

I looked at my colleagues in the orchestra and it seemed as if I had suddenly remembered something.

"Huh? Are there any Yunnanites in our orchestra? ”

"Yes, Brother Lin, I am."

Ba Song's words suddenly made Li Jinglin's eyes light up.

So, in Bassoon's stunned expression, Li Jinglin asked kindly.

"Do you love mushrooms?!"

(End of chapter)