vernacular

Chapter 57 Extra Story 1955

"Zhan Yu!" Wei Qingyun waved and shouted.

There were many people at the train station, but Wei Qingyun saw Lin Zhanyu who had just got off the train at a glance.

"Brother! I'm here!" Lin Zhanyu ran towards him with a smile.

Looking at the person beside him, Wei Qingyun often wondered: Is he really over 30 years old?Why do you always act like a child.

"I'm so tired after a business trip." If it wasn't for carrying the luggage, Lin Zhanyu would have liked to hug him immediately: "Brother, please smile at me. Once I see you smiling, I won't be tired."

"Get out." Wei Qingyun rolled his eyes at him, but snatched the luggage bag from him involuntarily.

Lin Zhanyu has long been used to his knife-mouthed bean curd heart pie, so he asked: "Have you prepared anything for me?"

"Of course." Wei Qingyun looked at him, not shy about his lack of cooking skills: "I cooked noodles for you."

Lin Zhanyu laughed and said sincerely: "It's good to eat with noodles."

This is their sixth year back to Nanjing.It was midsummer in July at this time, neither of them were wearing coats, but only short-sleeved and long trousers with extremely simple and rustic styles.

Now the two of them live in the same house with Wei Xueyi, just like the countless years in the past, the daily trivialities are also very warm.

"Since the cancellation of the Nanjing Quyi Work Troupe two years ago, we have all returned to Shanghai." Wei Qingjun asked, "How did you feel this time?"

"It's very good. As a representative of our Nanjing vernacular art, I think it's very good to be able to sit and communicate with those famous actors in the Southern School of folk art." Lin Zhanyu smiled and said: "You should go. Two months ago Your manuscripts have just been published, and they still ask me about you."

"What did you ask?" Wei Qingyun raised an eyebrow.

"There are too many." Lin Zhanyu recalled carefully: "For example, how did you collect so many jobs, and where did your own creative inspiration come from?"

Wei Qingyun smiled, and then asked: "Then what did you say?"

"Do you need to ask? Of course I'm praising you." Lin Zhanyu smiled mischievously: "I said, Mr. Wei has always been smart and hardworking. This is what he has collected and thought for more than ten years."

Wei Qingyun shook his head helplessly: "I didn't want to bother you to make this trip, but Xueyi said that he has an exam these days and insisted that I stay at home with him."

"You are his father, you should be with him at such an important time." Lin Zhanyu said: "This is a major event that concerns his whole life."

"I don't care what he does for a lifetime or two. He'd better not have any other thoughts, just graduate." When it came to this matter, Wei Qingyun's domineering spirit was once again revealed: "I can't beat him about exams. Since he If you are willing to go, then let him try, but only so far."

Lin Zhanyu seemed a little guilty, and quickly changed the topic: "By the way, brother, the local representative in Shanghai chatted with me and said that he would send me a letter in the future. Our current address is Nanjing City, Jiangsu Province."

"That's right. It was also the year before last that the administrative regions of southern Jiangsu and northern Jiangsu merged into Jiangsu Province. Jiangning, Suzhou, Jiangsu. I'm still not used to it." Wei Qingyun's attention was successfully drawn away: "Your Brother Qiao Now in Tianjin, when I wrote to him earlier, I almost wrote the mailing address wrong."

As Wei Xueyi got older and became more and more disobedient to discipline, Lin Zhanyu had been trained by the two men to become a "Master of Harmony".In line with the principle that a second counts as a second, he carefully "dealt" with the two parties to maintain this hard-won peace.

However, contrary to expectations, this peace only lasted for a short month.

After all, the fire cannot be contained in the paper.One morning in August, after discussing with his Uncle Lin, Wei Xueyi finally decided to "confess" everything to his father.

"Nanjing Institute of Technology?" Wei Qingyun thought he had read it wrong, so he took a closer look and confirmed that it was correct.

"Father, I'm going to study civil engineering." Wei Xueyi was afraid that his father would tear up the acceptance letter in agitation, so he snatched the poor piece of paper back from Wei Qingyun's hand: "I'm going to build bridges, roads, and houses. To build a large bridge and railway project."

"You secretly reported to Nanjing Institute of Technology without telling me?" Wei Qingyun's voice suddenly increased a lot: "How did I tell you? I have already planned your path for you. You can study if you want, but you will not be able to graduate from high school." Come back and learn Nanjing vernacular from your Uncle Lin. Did you ignore my words?"

"I've wanted to tell you a long time ago that vernacular is your career, not mine." Wei Xueyi retorted confidently: "Anyway, I'm going to Nanjing Institute of Technology. I made a promise with my uncle when I was a child that I will build a big house in the future. Live for him, live for tens of thousands of people. A man can't go back on his word."

"When did it happen? You little bastard, you really haven't hit the house for three days." Wei Qingyun immediately stood up, picked up the broom from the bottom of the wall, and was about to hit Wei Xueyi, but was stopped by Lin Zhanyu who heard the sound.

"Senior brother, what are you doing, senior brother?" Lin Zhanyu was still wearing an apron, and he was cooking for the two in the kitchen, but in the blink of an eye, he became restless.

As far as Lin Zhanyu is concerned, he loves both sides.He had no choice but to quickly snatch the broom from Wei Qingyun's hand: "Xueyi has been admitted to Nanjing Institute of Technology, which is a good thing. Why are you still so angry? You shouldn't be."

"Uncle, please persuade my father." Seeing Lin Zhanyu helping him, Wei Xueyi immediately began to complain: "Just now he almost beat me to death."

"You self-assertive bastard, your wings are stiff, right? I'm going to beat you to death." Wei Qingyun's anger became even bigger, and he even began to speak harshly: "Lin Zhanyu, don't stop me. Don't break his leg today My surname is not Wei."

Lin Zhanyu immediately took off his apron, put his arms around Wei Qingyun's waist, and turned his head to wink at Wei Xueyi.The young man immediately understood what his uncle meant, quickly put on his coat and rushed out the door.

At this moment, Wei Qingjun finally broke free from Lin Zhanyu's arms that were holding him, and sat back in the chair angrily.

"Senior brother, your children and grandchildren have their own blessings, so don't make yourself mad." Lin Zhanyu moved a chair and sat next to Wei Qingyun, looking at him distressedly: "Xueyi is a good boy, we watched him grow up, You won't do anything out of line, and you won't disappoint your sister-in-law. You have to trust him."

Wei Qingyun took out a cigarette and lit it, and after calming down for a while, he said, "I know, but..."

He sighed, raised his hand to caress Lin Zhanyu's eyebrows, and said in a low voice, "I originally planned to let him worship you as his teacher."

His words were mixed with regret and grievance, which made Lin Zhanyu's heart tremble when it fell into Lin Zhanyu's ears.

Lin Zhanyu laughed softly: "Senior brother, don't worry, I will always be like my own son in my life, it doesn't matter whether I worship a teacher or not."

"It's not the same." Wei Qingyun shook his head: "Besides wanting him to inherit the art of our two masters, I also have a selfish intention. Master, master, after all, I have a father. I have to let him know that for him you I don't make any difference. How he honors me in the future should honor you as well."

Lin Zhanyu looked at him, suddenly felt his nose a little sour, and thought: The ancients said that people's hearts are changeable, but today I found out that it is not completely true. At least after so many years, the people in front of me have never changed their minds to protect themselves.

Wei Xueyi had already left the house, so he didn't need to worry anymore, so he took off his apron, stood up and straddled Wei Qingyun's lap, and kissed him lightly.

"Get up." Wei Qingyun pushed him away with a smile, pretending to be dissatisfied: "Okay, I didn't see you clearly until today. It turns out that you and that brat are in the same group, and you know that you are lying to me to anger me."

"No, there's nothing I can do to make you angry." Lin Zhanyu leaned over to his ear and whispered, "It's too late for me to feel sorry for you."

Just as he finished speaking, there were knocks on the door.Lin Zhanyu reluctantly got up and opened the door, but found that standing at the door was Wei Xueyi who had just been kicked out by him.

"Uncle, isn't my father angry?" Wei Xueyi stood pitifully at the door: "I'm hungry, I haven't eaten yet."

Lin Zhanyu turned his head and glanced at Wei Qingyun, who was obviously still angry, and quickly pushed Wei Xueyi away: "Be obedient, go to the cafeteria to eat."

"I don't want to go to the cafeteria." Wei Xueyi retorted in a low voice: "The cafeteria has recently changed a chef, and the dishes are cooked with a lot of salt and oil, and the taste is too strong. I really panic. It's still delicious. I'm outside I can already smell the aroma of old tofu."

Lin Zhanyu suppressed his smile, turned around and stopped Wei Xueyi behind him, and said to the person who was too lazy to look at them, "Hey, I asked you, are you still angry?"

Wei Qingyun snorted coldly, got up and went into the back room, slammed the door loudly, and answered his question with practical actions.

Lin Zhanyu smiled happily. Seeing that Wei Xueyi was still hesitating, he stretched out his hand and dragged him in, and said: "The food is in the pot, and you can serve whatever you want. I'll go and see your father."

What Lin Zhanyu didn't expect was that Wei Qingyun had already taken out a few pieces of letter paper while sitting at the desk: "Little Qiao is a crow's mouth, I have to let him come to Nanjing, so I can scold him."

Qiao Li came over not long after receiving the letter, and served as a "target" for several days.Half a month later, the struggle ended with Wei Xueyi's victory.

The young man has never left his father and Uncle Lin since he was a child. He originally wanted to go to college and live at home, but adhering to the principle of "out of sight is out of sight", Wei Qingjun was unwilling to say anything.

The old father thought that his hard work of the past ten years had all gone to waste, and he was so angry that he ignored them for several days, but he still sneaked into Wei Xueyi's small room in the middle of the night and stuffed a few banknotes into the boy's luggage.

A few days before school started, with Wei Qingyun's acquiescence, Lin Zhanyu said to Wei Xueyi after dinner, "Let's go out for a walk."

"Ah?" Wei Xueyi was taken aback.

"Nothing else, just thinking that you are about to start school, and I am very reluctant to see you every day in the future." Lin Zhanyu smiled: "Why, don't you want to go?"

"No." Wei Xueyi hastily denied it repeatedly, and he quickly packed up the bowls and chopsticks: "I'll go after I finish washing the dishes."

"Uncle Lin, just tell me what you have to say." After strolling around the small square several times under the dim street lights, Wei Xueyi couldn't hold back his curiosity: "Did my father ask you to tell me something?"

Hearing this, Lin Zhanyu stopped in his tracks.At the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, standing in the gentle and comfortable evening breeze in the south of the Yangtze River, he spent a few seconds silently recalling the past half of his life.

The evening wind blew his slightly longer hair gently, and his face looked calm and calm.

"Xueyi, there is nothing else, but Uncle Lin wants to say a few heartfelt words to you." He finally said:

"I knew your father before your mother knew him. I know what kind of person he is. Although he was an artist, he was a low-ranking man in the old society, but he was never greedy for money or clinging to the powerful. Respected as a Confucian actress, he is a man of grace and culture, a kind and honest man. He had a hard time in the first half of his life, and it is time to enjoy the blessings. You are not a child now, what will happen in the future? Discuss with him more, listen to his ideas more, and less obstruct him. After all, he is for you wholeheartedly."

"Uncle Lin, I understand all this, you can rest assured. But," what Lin Zhanyu didn't expect was that Wei Xueyi raised his eyes and looked at him: "Don't you want to tell me something else?"

Lin Zhanyu was startled, as if he had realized something, he quickly lowered his head: "As long as you two are safe and sound, nothing else matters. Why bother talking?"

"Okay." The young man looked at Lin Zhanyu's appearance, and for the first time in his life, he knew what was on his mind.He said sincerely, "Uncle Lin, I remember."

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This article talks about some experiences of minority folk art practitioners in the period of the Republic of China. Of course, it is all fabricated by me based on the information I can find.Because of the particularity of the background, the war is raging, internal and external troubles, the protagonist's life will definitely not be too easy.In addition, I still have some glass heart left over from my adolescence, so many times what I write may seem to be a kind of hypocrisy.Hope to improve my writing in the future.

Compared with the incomparably hip-stretching data, I am more anxious about whether I really can't write excellent online novels.Sometimes I really want to look up and ask the sky, why didn't even leave the window for me while closing the door for me.I've never found a single thing I'm good at in my life.But then I also figured it out, the world is so big, east, west, north, south are all directions, if I always want to pursue upwards, it is too narrow and limited.

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