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Chapter 13

After the new year is over and Xue He's marriage is over, the master and apprentice of the Qiao family have started a busy new year.

The young man has a flexible mind and is willing to practice. He is not rigid, let alone lazy and slick. Coupled with the careful guidance of Qiao Xiaoyan and Wei Qingyun, he has made rapid progress after more than a year.

In the early summer of this year, every time he followed Wei Qingyun to work, after his senior brother Wei had finished a few stand-up sessions, and then had a few simple and polite counterparts with him, it was time for the young man to play by himself.

When they saw him smiling and walking towards that station for the first time, the old watchmen were all amazed and said one after another: "It's really weird, Boss Qiao's little apprentice even looks like him when he walks."

Later, when the young man opened his mouth, it was even more extraordinary.His voice is clean and crisp, whether it is Wu Nong's soft tone or the sonorous and powerful Shanghai-style Peking Opera, it is very pleasant to listen to when it comes out of his mouth.

The judge praised him, but his master and elder brother used to him, so Lin Zhanyu himself naturally enjoyed it.However, all this ushered in a change in midsummer.

It seemed to happen suddenly, and there seemed to be a gradual process, but the young man didn't pay attention, but it didn't matter. The final result was that one morning when he got up to practice as usual, he suddenly found that he could sing well before. But now the tune can't be sung.

He froze for a moment, and suddenly realized that this was what other people called "reversal".

The boy is no longer a little doll who doesn't know anything. He has his own thoughts, and he has his own dignity and shame.

After that day, he never went out with Wei Qingjun again. Every time the other party stood at the door and called him, he would either stay silent and lie on the bed angrily, or he would shout at his senior brother with a hoarse voice, "I don't know." go!"

Wei Qingyun finally couldn't bear it anymore after eating the door closed for half a month. Holding a strong cane he found somewhere, he kicked the door open, picked up the ignorant bastard from the bed, and slammed the door hard. Smoked.

However, violence can only vent anger and cannot solve the problem from the root.Wei Qingjun calmed down, and finally decided that he should discuss the countermeasures with Master.

"Zhanyu, come here." In the early morning of that day, the young man who had just been smoked by Brother Wei was sitting very lonely by the wall of the backyard, when he suddenly heard Qiao Xiaoyan calling him not far away.

It's not that the boy doesn't want to go back to the house, but that his room has been locked by Wei Qingyun.

Just now, the latter said to him through gritted teeth while locking the door: "Don't let me see you approaching this room during the day, or I will beat you every time I see you."

The boy raised his head and found that Qiao Yan was walking towards him with a smile.

As soon as he saw Master, he finally couldn't hold back the tears he had held back for a long time. He got up and hugged Boss Qiao and cried for a long time, so that the cloth on the other's shoulders was wet from crying.

"Master," he raised his head with red eyes after crying enough, "If my throat is broken, what should I do?"

"No, pay attention to yourself, don't get tired, just pass by." Qiao said with a smile and rubbed his hair.At the beginning of the year, the child imitated his elder brother Wei and also combed his side-parted young hair, and the slightly longer hair was softer than before.

Boss Qiao was very puzzled. Others said that the softer the hair, the better the temper.

He sighed, and pointed to Wei Qingyun beside him: "Look at your brother Wei, doesn't he have a very good voice now?"

Lin Zhanyu nodded in response, but didn't dare to look up at the man seriously.

After all, senior brother Wei had just beaten him, and he was afraid that the other party would beat him up again if his anger was still alive.He knew that Wei Qingyun could do such a thing.

"Qingyun," Qiao said with a smile and sighed, "Take him to Shanghai these two days, and go to Tianchan to see Boss Zhou."

The Boss Zhou he was talking about was Mr. Zhou Xinfang, the Qilin boy who was popular all over the country at that time.

Lin Zhanyu knew about this person, but he didn't know much about it. He only knew that he was highly sought after. Many people went to Shanghai from the north to hear Qi Lao's singing.That is a fairy-like figure.

"Okay." Wei Qingyun turned around and said to the boy with a stern face: "Boy, let's leave early tomorrow morning, don't sleep through."

Lin Zhanyu didn't understand why Master suddenly asked him to go to Shanghai.It was hard to get a ticket for the Qi old brand, and Wei Qingyun spent a lot of trouble in order to get a ticket.

But this is all for later, when they sat on the train going south, Lin Zhanyu was still trembling with fear.

At that time, there were not many railways, and airplanes were not affordable for ordinary people. Rich people in the city took cars, and ordinary people still mainly used rickshaws to go out.Fortunately, there is a "Beijing-Shanghai Railway" connecting Shanghai and Nanjing, otherwise they would have to bump in the carriage for a long time to get there.

"Brother." On the train, Lin Zhanyu carefully moved to Wei Qingyun's side until he could smell the faint woody fragrance on the other's clothes.

For a long time, when he stayed with this person, he judged the distance by smell, and whether he could smell the fragrance of sandalwood was the criterion for distinguishing distance.

He was afraid that Wei Qingyun was still angry with him, so he had nothing to say: "Well, are you hungry?"

Wei Qingjun, who was sitting by the window with a newspaper, shook his head, waved his hand casually, without even raising his eyelids: "If you are hungry, go and eat something by yourself."

"I'm not hungry either." Seeing Wei Qingyun's gentle attitude, Lin Zhanyu felt relieved a lot, so he boldly moved closer: "That..."

"What exactly do you want to say?" Wei Qingyun's patience was extremely limited, and he glanced over coldly, which immediately made the boy feel his hairs stand on end.Lin Zhanyu's tongue was tied like a knot: "I, no, no."

Wei Qingyun was amused by him, "Forget it, you can take a break. When we get to Shanghai, let's go see Mr. Zhou's art together."

"Oh." Lin Zhanyu still had doubts in his heart: "Senior Brother, why did Master let me see Mr. Zhou?"

Wei Qingyun did not give him a clear answer: "You will know when you go."

With such a trouble in his heart, even in a bustling city like Shanghai, Lin Zhanyu has no intention of wandering around.

Wei Qingyun knew that he was like this, so as soon as he arrived at the place, he hurried around to buy tickets, and took the boy to the Tianchan stage.

It was evening at that time, and the theater was full of voices inside and outside.Wei Qingyun bought an excellent seat, and he was afraid that the boy would get lost, so he asked the other party to follow him closely.

However, Lin Zhanyu "intensified". Not only did he follow closely, but he also held onto Wei Qingyun's arm tightly.

The boy didn't know until he was seated that Mr. Zhou was performing "Grandma at the Late Ming Dynasty" tonight.

"This is a play composed by Mr. Zhou himself." There was a lot of commotion in the theater before the play. Wei Qingyun was afraid that he might not hear clearly, so he deliberately raised the volume: "It is about the story of Emperor Chongzhen."

As long as he doesn't get angry or harsh, Wei Qingyun's voice can actually be called gentle.Lin Zhanyu hurriedly responded: He knew Emperor Chongzhen Zhu Youjian, and Lin Xiucai told him in the early years that this was the monarch of the subjugated Ming Dynasty.

The play soon began.At the beginning, Li Zicheng, the Chuang Wang, appeared on the stage. After watching for a while, Boss Zhou pretended to be the Chongzhen Emperor.

Mr. Qilintong is indeed popular with the audience. As soon as he appeared, before he could speak, the audience applauded.

He didn't bear this reputation for nothing, but he did have excellent real skills.As far as this scene is concerned, his singing and demeanor fully express the despair and helplessness of the subjugated monarch.

The more you look back, the more critical the situation in Ming Dynasty is. There is no military salary, no generals, bandits are spreading, and disasters and famines are everywhere.Just as Chongzhen lamented in "The Golden Palace", civilian officials love money, and military commanders cherish their lives.

The sentence "Seeing that the Ming Dynasty is crumbling, who do you ask the lonely king to rely on" made Lin Zhanyu feel as if he had been gouged out by a sharp knife.However, after the young man thought about it later, he felt that what was even more pitiful was the part of "Killing the Palace".

Princess Changping uttered in tears: "Father, my son is innocent!"

Emperor Chongzhen said: "My son, you have committed a great crime when you were born in the family of a subjugated emperor!"

When it was time to send the princes away, Chongzhen gave them final instructions.Boss Zhou read: "Remember, if the country is subjugated, you can only bow your head!"

His tone and voice were extremely painful, as if every word was not spoken, but a drop of vomited blood.Among them, the expression and attitude make people feel that he is not Zhou Xinfang, but the Chongzhen Emperor himself who is about to perish.

Lin Zhanyu heard countless applause and applause all night. At this moment, he couldn't bear it any longer. He stood up and applauded desperately, shouting: "Good!"

Back at the hotel at night, Wei Qingyun slept in the same room with him.

They were all lying on the bed, and Lin Zhanyu was still thinking about the play he had seen that night, but Wei Qingyun suddenly asked: "Do you know the reason why Master asked me to bring you to see Boss Zhou?"

The young man came back to his senses, carefully smacked Qi's hoarse but energetic singing voice, and gradually frowned: "Brother, did Boss Zhou's voice break down when he closed his warehouse?"

"Yes." Wei Qingyun turned to face him: "Boss Zhou became famous early, he appeared on stage at the age of seven, and he was proud of his youth. It's a pity that he was overworked and his voice became like this." He paused, and then said: " Do you think he sings well?"

"Of course." Lin Zhanyu responded simply, he even thought curiously, probably no one in the whole country thinks that Mr. Zhou's singing is not good.

Wei Qingyun did not speak until he clicked. The young man was stunned for a while, and immediately understood what he meant.

It turned out that the master thought of such a method, Wei Shige took him to run, but he just wanted him to see it with his own eyes. With the precedent of Mr. Zhou, even if his throat really broke after the liquidation, it is not a dead end .

The words were inevitably weak, so Qiao Xiaoyan and Wei Qingyun put the facts in front of him to tell him, don't be afraid, there is no end to the sky, even a piece of decay, as long as you put your heart into it, it can be turned into a miracle.

The moonlight illuminated the room brightly, and Wei Qingyun could clearly see the boy's expression.Looking at Lin Zhanyu who was stunned, he knew that the other party had understood.

So Brother Wei said in a low voice: "It's Master's intention to come and see Qi Lao, but I chose the play "Grandmas of the Late Ming Dynasty"."

Speaking of this, his eyes became much deeper: "Zhanyu, what is the worst? Subjugation of the country is the worst. Boss Zhou's play is on the surface to play the ancients, but in fact he is talking," he said quickly. Slow down, every word is clear and powerful: "I would rather die than be a subjugated slave."

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Huh huh, in order to make it easier for everyone to read the article, the notes are as follows:

Inversion refers to the lowering or hoarseness of opera actors' voices during puberty;

Shanghai-style Peking Opera refers to Peking Opera from other places represented by Shanghai, and most of them were later renamed "Southern School";

Tianchan Shaw Theater is the longest and largest theater performance venue in Shanghai. It was formerly known as Tianchan Stage and has the reputation of "the largest theater in the Far East";

Zhou Xinfang, a veteran actor of Peking Opera, stage name "Qi Lin Tong", is called "Qi Lao Brand" by fans, and the founder of Peking Opera Qi School art;

The relevant content of Peking Opera "Grandmance at the Late Ming Dynasty" is referred to from "Chinese Peking Opera Drama: Grudgement at the Late Ming Dynasty [Complete Version]" and various audio and video platforms;

The Shanghai-Nanjing Railway is a railway in China from Shanghai to Nanjing, because Nanjing was the capital at that time, it was also called the "Beijing-Shanghai Railway".