The old shopkeeper, who was over sixty years old, wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, and was in a good mood after singing a song of Tianxian matching, pinching the tea lid with high spirits, scraping the tea residue at the mouth of the bowl and about to take a sip, but he caught a glimpse of Dou Changan's shaking of his head and stopped the movement in his hand.

The shopkeeper put down the tea lid and turned around, and said with a smile: "Guest officer, how about the Qu Tianxian match?"

Dou Changan glanced at Xiao Nizi, who was sitting next to the shopkeeper and pouting, and said truthfully: "Don't be surprised by the shopkeeper, I have always been a person who picks bones in eggs, and although the song Tianxian is impeccable in terms of rhyme, it is still a little worse." ”

"I don't know what the guest officer is referring to, whether it's a dissonance or a lack of good control of the pitch. The shopkeeper asked humbly.

"Lack of verve. Dou Changan replied simply, and said: "It's this little girl who makes people shine, her singing skills are really good, and her appearance is not bad. Dou Changan did not hesitate to praise at all, but the little girl's face was as thin as a cicada's wings, and she was flushed in an instant, and buried her head in the arms of the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper smiled, and touched Xiao Nizi's head with a gratifying face: "This is my granddaughter." ”

Hearing the guests praising their granddaughter, the shopkeeper was so happy that he beckoned the tea boy to come to his side: "This is my grandson." ”

Everyone, look at me, I'll look at you, it turns out that the guys in the teahouse are all family, which is not surprising, why the shopkeeper will put the business and not do it, put the silver and not make money, and soak out the first-class Suzhou and Hangzhou Longjing before the rain to meet friends.

"My little granddaughter has liked to sing since she was a child, and she is a music addict who forgets to sleep and eat like me, especially for Shu opera with a unique tone that is very different from the terroir of the south of the Yangtze River, and it is even more rare to have a rare good voice. Somehow there was a trace of frustration in the shopkeeper's eyes: "It's just that the man should marry the woman and get married, the world's eyes can't tolerate the sand, and it will be difficult to marry a good family when she becomes a famous Hua Dan, and besides, there are many good singers in the world, and it can't be my turn to be a little girl, so I don't expect her to sing a famous name, but I hope that she can find a good family when she grows up, and I will pass on this teahouse after a hundred years." ”

Dou Changan said casually: "Put the gold and silver don't make money, and give the idlers who come to the store to listen to the music to make a high-grade dragon well, this kind of loss-making business is usually a businessman who sees money and eyes can't do it, and the shopkeeper is really a temperamental person, which is a clear stream." ”

The shopkeeper waved his hand and smiled: "Don't dare to be, but everyone has their own ambitions, and I'm not afraid of everyone's jokes. ”

The shopkeeper patted his head and said, "By the way, the guest officer said that the charm of the song is insufficient, and the shopkeeper is stupid and really can't understand the meaning, it stands to reason."

The rhythm of the whole piece is stable and stable, as if there is no doubt that it is out of tune, why is there a lack of charm?"

Dou Changan did not answer the shopkeeper's question, but asked unexpectedly: "Dare to ask the shopkeeper, who taught this song?"

The shopkeeper pondered for a moment, hurriedly walked up to the teahouse pavilion, passed half a cup of tea, and went downstairs with a yellowed score.

After sitting down, the shopkeeper spread the score flat on the table of the Eight Immortals, and carefully asked the little grandson to open the Longjing tea.

When Dou Changan saw this score, he didn't say a word, his eyes, ears, mouth and nose seemed to be made of clay.

The old shopkeeper sighed: "This score was given by a young woman, and it has been 20 years. "...@爱奇文学 *... Fastest update]

Dou Changan turned his back to everyone and gently smoothed the score with a little wrinkles, and there were ripples in his eyes.

The old shopkeeper put his hands in his sleeves, recalled the past and sighed: "I think that I was still a wandering performer, dragging my family with a small three meals, and when I met that woman, I was singing and performing on the streets of Xiangyang, but there were few listeners, but the young woman stood aside and listened for a long time. ”

Dou Changan looked at the score intently, and said calmly: "Half of this score was written by me. ”

The shopkeeper was taken aback at first, his jaw was about to fall to the ground, and then not only the shopkeeper, but everyone sitting around the square table drinking tea was stunned.

Dou Changan didn't care about everyone's reaction, and stretched out his hand to the center of the score and drew a horizontal line out of thin air: "The top half was written by me, and the bottom half was written by her." ”

The old shopkeeper was suspicious, first looked down at the yellowed music score, and then looked up at the eclipsed Dou Changan.

Dou Changan said calmly: "That young woman is wearing a green dress that is as clear as water, isn't it?"

The shopkeeper was deeply stunned, although it had been 20 years, and the woman's face had long been blurred, but the situation when she first saw the woman was still fresh in her memory, and she was indeed wearing a dusty green dress.

Dou Chang'an turned his back slightly hunched, and narrowed his gaze to look at the shopkeeper: "This score is the hard work of me and her, I don't know how many days and thoughts it took to combine the two major opera genres of Shu Opera and Huangmei Opera into one, and write this song into a heavenly immortal match." ”

"Why did she give you the score? Dou Changan asked.

The old shopkeeper was in tears, and he was about to kneel down with a poof: "Engong!"

Dou Changan held the old man who was about to kneel down with one hand.

The lips of the old shopkeeper with frosty white hair trembled, and his eyes blurred and eloquent: " That day, the Bodhisattva in Tsing Yi listened to me singing on the streets of Xiangyang City, the six gods stood there for a long time, motionless and like a wooden pile, and then the snow drifted at night, and the pedestrians on the street gradually became sparse, I saw that I didn't earn a few copper plates at the end of the day, so I wanted to take advantage of the snow before it fell and sang for a while to earn two more copper plates, so as to add some meat dishes to the dolls at home, and followed me to go around, the dolls were yellow and thin, hungry and not full of food, not to mention that I didn't eat hot steamed buns for a few days, I was hungry, it didn't matter, but no matter how bitter I couldn't bitter the mother-in-law and the doll at home, so I sang for half an hour with snowflakes, and the snow fell more and more, okay

There are few people, I was about to pack up and go home, the woman who stood in the snow and listened to the music for a long time finally took a step, she handed me ten taels of silver, I was surprised and happy almost tears and snot fell together, this ten taels of silver is just like charcoal in the snow, enough for the whole family for two or three months, I was about to go up to thank the living Bodhisattva in green clothes, but she had left more than ten steps, fixed eyes to see that there was a roll of music on the floor, thinking that it must be the Bodhisattva in Tsing Yi fell, I hurriedly picked up the score to catch up with the living Bodhisattva, who knew that she just glanced at it lightly, said that she didn't want something that didn't belong to her, so she gave me this score, said that this score is unique in the world, and later I used this song to sing in major inns and restaurants, and saved a lot of silver, and only then did I have this small teahouse to feed the whole family, that woman is really a living Bodhisattva. ”

The old shopkeeper wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and bowed deeply: "Today, I have the fate to meet Engong, I really don't know how to thank him, please accept the shopkeeper's worship." ”

The old shopkeeper insisted on kneeling, but he was always supported by Dou Changan with one hand.

"No need, a thousand miles of good horses have to have Bole appreciation to have the opportunity to travel thousands of miles a day, if you can't meet Bole, you can only be locked in the stable and wasted, no matter how good the beautiful jade embryo is, you have to meet a good skilled craftsman to be valuable, this song is the same reason, Shu opera and Huangmei opera are two major opera genres are completely different, just like the mountains and rivers and the sea neither intersect nor blend, by the two of the combination of the heavenly immortals, want to control each rhythm is extremely difficult, want to sing famous is even more difficult, ordinary people can not sing such a comfortable wonderful sound, you can use this score to save this teahouse is your ability, it is really Bole and Maxima encounter, It doesn't have much to do with me, so you don't have to shout before and after the father-in-law, you are older than me, how inappropriate it is for the customers in the store to hear it. Dou Changan said as he helped the old shopkeeper to sit back on the chair.

The old shopkeeper shook his head and said: "I can't help it, I can't help it, Engong is Engong, what's wrong." ”

Dou Changan stopped talking, looking at the yellowed and wrinkled score, stunned.

The old shopkeeper glanced at the score, and then at the middle-aged man who had no owner in his eyes, and said frankly: "Engong has a reunion with this score today, and the score should also be returned to its original owner." ”

Dou Changan's eyes shrank slightly, his sleeves brushed the table, and the yellowed score rolled up loudly, but the next moment, the middle-aged man with slightly white sideburns stopped moving, his sleeves flicked again, and his hands were behind him again.

The yellowed sheet on the table was rolled up as if it were a world away.

"What she doesn't want, what am I going to do?" With that, Dou Changan left the tea house freely.

Whose mind is engraved in the yellowed score?

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The shopkeeper walked out of the drunken flower building with a bright smile, and the boy in the plain robe threw a total of one hundred taels of silver into his own money bag, and after dotting the inn wing room and the Haoyue box, there were still more than twenty taels of silver left in the money bag, but it was really a big windfall, and the money bag rang in his arms, and the shopkeeper was happy

Flowers, farts led everyone to an inn that was in front of the drunken flower building.

Of the four wings, Baiyun Zhang Yuruo and Dou Changan each live alone, while the plain-robed boy and the purple-clothed maid live in the same room, regardless of the eyes of outsiders, the master and servant have long been accustomed to it.

The shopkeeper pressed the instructions of the boy in the robe, and the prepared side rooms were all leaning on the side of the road and facing the drunken flower building, and the boy in the plain robe pushed open the window, which was just opposite to the attic on the second floor of the drunken flower building, and the handymen of the drunken flower building could be seen coming and going in the attic.

"Childe, what else do you have to order?" the shopkeeper smiled as he licked his face.

(End of chapter)

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