Hear this.

Luo Shiyao was directly stunned.

Boy! At this moment, countless alpacas ran in his heart, and he even thought that Li Jinglin was joking with himself.

"At the beginning, in order to make the Lisu people give up their worship of Zhuge Liang, Western missionaries even said."

Li Jinglin held back a smile and spoke with a strange expression.

"[God has two sons, the eldest son is Kong Ming, and the second son is called Jesus, and the eldest son used to be in charge, but now the family business is inherited by the second son]."

“？？ Yes?? ”

Luo Shiyao glanced at Li Jinglin suspiciously.

Seeing that Li Jinglin didn't seem to be joking, he immediately couldn't hold back his laughter.

"Poof, hahahaha!"

Luo Shiyao was amused.

Of course, it's also a bit of a laugh.

[What grade are you? Dare to climb relatives with the prime minister. 】

"Is it really that shameless?"

"Aang, that's not all."

Li Jinglin pursed his lips angrily and said with a smile.

"The Jingpo people worship Kong Ming the most, regard it as the creator god, and call it [Kong Ming's father], when the missionaries had to say to the Jingpo people in order to preach, "Messiah is the reincarnation of Kong Ming, and believing in Jesus is believing in Kong Ming."

"Le."

"Hahaha!"

"Fun!"

Luo Shiyao smiled.

raised his head, looked at Li Jinglin, and asked curiously.

"And what about later? Or now? ”

"Now? Needless to say? ”

Li Jinglin rolled his eyes.

"That brother is a younger brother, and you have to believe in your brother."

"As for you saying reincarnation. So since it's the same, why don't I believe Daddy Kong Ming? ”

"Le, I can't hold back at all."

Luo Shiyao smiled.

In other words, this Western missionary, in addition to being a conspicuous bag, contributed a wave of historical jokes.

Gross useless.

Come to think of it, too.

Kong Ming has been here, leaving behind fire, knowledge, technology, and a good life.

When you come as a missionary, you will be believed with one mouth?

I believe you're a ghost.

"The treasures left by Wuhou have been passed down for more than 1,700 years, and the culture and knowledge of China have been conveyed to the remote peoples through Wuhou, and the covenant of defending the land has also lasted for more than 1,700 years."

Speaking of this, Li Jinglin really couldn't help but sigh.

It is precisely because of what Wuhou did back then that he was able to return without success and be able to keep his land in that dark era.

Otherwise, looking at the mess left by Dai Ying in the world, it is completely understandable that if there was no Wuhou Nanzheng what he did back then.

What kind of form will it take now?

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is not an exaggeration to bless the descendants.

"Perhaps, many people don't know that around 1953, the Wa people wrote a letter to the capital, and the last sentence of the letter was sincere, but it was very embarrassing."

"[The hearts of the people of Banlao will never change, if you don't want Banlao, please reply. 】”

Luo Shiyao was silent.

The simple language is like a wronged child, looking at his mother with his eyes open.

[If you don't want to be a classman, please reply]

What kind of grievance, apprehension, and uneasiness would make such words written?

"It's not just Ban Lao."

Li Jinglin sighed.

"At the beginning, the National Self-determination Association of the Seventeen Kings of Wa was on the "Letter to the Motherland Compatriots".

"The text is as follows."

"[I, the Wa people, although they belong to the Yi tribe in the South Pole of Yunnan, have not been influenced by Chinese culture and education, so that the language and writing are different, but the men work diligently, the women are heavy on textiles, day and night, self-reliance, and the Han Dynasty is similar to the same. 】”

"[The origin of Azu Agong is passed down from generation to generation, and there are rules for guarding the land, if I lose the future generations, the inheritance of the inheritance, and the self is not with it, on the top, it is difficult to see the Azu Agong of the underworld, how can I face the future generations? 】”

Li Jinglin was stunned word by word.

Slowly tell the story to Luo Shiyao.

The tone became heavy.

"Even, the compatriots of ethnic minorities, just like the Wuhou back then, inherited the spirit of [do your best, and die], with the same state of mind, blood calligraphy"

[Swear to cut off the head, not to lose the rules of defending the land, to spill blood, not to be a slave of Ying, although there is a gun and a bullet left, a woman and a child, the body can be broken, and the heart is unshakable! 】”

Li Jinglin raised his head.

"That's right, Azu Agong, it is the prime minister of Shu Han, Wuhou, Zhuge Liang"

Luo Shiyao was shocked.

It's hard to describe the shock.

The prime minister's actions will bless future generations.

More than 1,700 years ago, the prime minister made an agreement with the local people to "protect the land".

This oath has been remembered by the simple ethnic minority people for more than 1,700 years.

This promise, which spans more than 1,700 years, has not changed.

And that's where it is.

Luo Shiyao understood better.

Why is it that the prime minister is obviously in Wuzhang Yuan, but he can still be famous for a hundred years.

The sentence "Die before leaving the school, and make the hero cry" is now recalled, as if it has changed to a chic emotion.

History is not all about the winners.

Compared to the winners.

Wuhou is just like his word "Kong Ming", which lasts for thousands of years.

Li Jinglin's words made Luo Shiyao fall into a long silence.

There is also a higher level of view of some of the things that are about to be done.

Of course.

I also felt a heavy sense of responsibility.

For national culture.

Inheritance, preservation, recording, traceability.

These are the magnificent treasures of southern Yunnan and the pearls of the entire Chinese civilization.

"Yes, let's study these, inherit these, and record these, never for the sake of keeping the old."

"It's to consolidate the foundation, but also to let the brothers and sisters of ethnic minorities with colorful cultures also rise together in the great rejuvenation of Chinese civilization."

The importance of folklore was self-evident at this time.

"What is national is what is global, and in my opinion, that means."

"China is going to the world, and the culture of Chinese civilization is going to the world, and this culture is not only Han culture, but also the culture of ethnic minority compatriots to the world."

"Fifty-six nationalities. No one is missing. ”

Luo Shiyao nodded solemnly.

Wuhou's achievements are still shining.

The compatriots of ethnic minorities, because of the efforts of Wuhou, also maintain the big family of the Chinese nation.

Can the people of his own generation live up to Wuhou?

Apparently not.

Carry forward the past and forge ahead into the future, in addition to carrying on the past, we must also open up the future.

The reason why he agreed to Professor Ma's request so easily was precisely because of this.

Li Jinglin felt that if we could promote the impression of so many ethnic cultures in southern Yunnan to the world, this would really be a great mission full of historical responsibility.

And what about Luo Shiyao?

Thinking back to the various things after entering southern Yunnan.

I thought of the smiling faces on the faces of my ethnic minority compatriots.

I also thought of the construction of the southwest and the miracle of poverty alleviation in the poor areas of ethnic minorities.

Sudden sensation.

When the stars fell in Wuzhangyuan, the feather fan that fell from the prime minister's hand blew a wind.

Seventeen hundred years have passed.

A red flag was blown.

The flame that was lit in southern Yunnan at the beginning danced gently with the wind, seemingly in response to the prime minister thousands of years ago.

Once brightened, will be bright in the future.

"It seems that you have a deep feeling tonight."

Luo Shiyao smiled.

"Of course it's deep."

Hearing Luo Shiyao's tone, there was a bit of ridicule that wanted to dispel the complex emotions in her heart.

Li Jinglin also smiled with relief.

Whether it is recalling the admiration of the Yi compatriots who danced in the cigarette box tonight, or recalling the story of the prime minister, I will always feel the shock.

It's as if they've become one.

"A. The cycle of history, the cycle of life, the inheritance of the flame. It started beating in my head. ”

"Oh? Looks like you already have an idea. ”

"Of course."

Li Jinglin no longer thought about it at this time.

How can I use traditional national instruments such as the "Yi Yueqin" to promote national culture?

It's a different way of thinking.

It's no longer limited to musical instruments, it's no longer limited to musical forms.

It is no longer limited to any ancient and modern musical elements.

What I want to express is from this cultural inheritance, life inheritance.

Diversity and unity.

Music, then, should be more diverse.

If, only emphasize folk tunes, folk styles, and folk music.

It's just a look, not a god.

If you have a skin, you may not have a soul.

Li Jinglin feels that expressing the soul is the most important thing, and it doesn't matter if the skin is the same.

So far.

Creative ideas are completely opened.

All creative thinking began to revolve around the expression of this direction of the soul.

Midnight.

Not far from the small bungalow built in the poor mountain village, in this guest house where "the sparrows are small, they are complete", Li Jinglin opened the staves.

I dare not say how good the conditions are, but they are definitely not bad.

But inexplicably.

Li Jinglin's feeling at this time is that there is a satisfaction and happiness that comes from the soul.

Such a spirit is even refracted to the material, so that the simple material conditions around it, in Li Jinglin's view, are full of shining filters.

Luo Shiyao didn't disturb Li Jinglin, and watched quietly from the side.

watched Li Jinglin keep writing various notes and beats on the staff.

And the musical instrument that is labeled.

In addition to the traditional musical instruments of the Yi people.

Electric guitars, Western strings, are not rare.

Even synthesizers and synth beats are labeled.

And, from the surface, you can clearly see the texture of this layer of covering.

Harmony surrounds.

It is like going to each other, supporting each other, and rising alternately.

Surrounded, clustered.

A big cycle, and a big cycle.

The beautiful waves formed by the connection of musical notes are being built into one historical wave after another, rushing on the occasion of time.

Each wave is so similar.

Cycle.

Just by looking at the scoresheet, Luo Shiyao can be clear at a glance.

This song is not only not "ancient", but even very trendy.

And

This wave, between the ups and downs, only reveals a kind of "endless" continuation.

Such as the Yi people's respect for life.

It is also like the Chinese culture surging in the long stream of history.

The violin left a lot of traces.

In order to be able to express today's heart more clearly, Li Jinglin chose the natal instrument that he is most familiar with and understands.

Perhaps, it is even possible to play it yourself.

(End of chapter)