vernacular

Chapter 6

"Run?" Wei Qingyun thought he heard it wrong: "Why do you want to run? Where are you going?"

"There is no way for people to live here." Lin Zhanyu twitched and said, "Let's go to a place where we can live a safe and decent life."

Only then did Wei Qingyun understand, he regained his energy, but smiled helplessly: "Child, do you believe in Senior Brother?"

"I believe it." Although Lin Zhanyu didn't understand why Senior Brother Wei asked such a question, but now in his heart Wei Qingyun is the most reliable person in the world, so he nodded immediately: "I definitely believe you."

"Since you believe it, then senior brother might as well tell you." Wei Qingyun looked at him: "In today's world, as ordinary people, we are in the same situation even if we go to the ends of the earth. Wars, bandits, famines, soldiers There will be no shortage of troubles anywhere."

Before Lin Zhanyu could react, Senior Brother Wei sighed heavily in the deep winter night: "No one makes a living easily. Like you and me, we still have Master's protection. There are many people who are worse off than us. They even I couldn’t get enough to eat, I had no money to go to the hospital when I was sick, and many people died of illness and didn’t even have a decent funeral. What’s more, they caught up with the military chaos and lost their lives for no reason. When I went all the way from the north to the south, I watched more something like this."

The child hastened to agree: he had a deep understanding of this, on his way to get medicine back and forth for several years, he had seen unattended corpses, walking corpses like skeletons still breathing, hysterical beggars like madmen, he had seen everything.And he himself, a thin, malnourished teenager, was one of them.

Children are hurrying with cheap herbs that may not be suitable for the disease at all. This is the only cure they can afford, and they walk through the purgatory world during the famine.All the hungry ghosts around stared wide-eyed, and refused to close them even after swallowing their breath.

"Were you like this before?" Lin Zhanyu asked.

Wei Qingyun flatly denied it: "No, I have another enemy."

"What enemy?" The child was very curious.

"Japanese." Wei Qingyun's expression suddenly became serious: "My parents were killed by the Japanese."

Lin Zhanyu was stunned: when he was at home, he heard the old village chief mention the brutal acts of burning, killing and looting by the Japanese in the northeast in recent days. During the war, occasionally I became bold and filled with righteous indignation, scolding the devils and scolding the Nanjing government for not resisting.

"Where is Shige from?" the child asked.

"My hometown is Jinan." Wei Qingyun seemed to be recalling, his eyes were as clear as the moonlight.

Lin Zhanyu looked at him and felt that his eyes were shining, but he couldn't tell whether it was the moonlight or something else.It was only later that Lin Zhanyu realized that those were the tears that Senior Brother Wei didn't want him to see.

"In the 17th year of the Republic of China, when you were young, you probably don't remember it. At that time, the Japanese sent troops to Jinan, killing many soldiers, civilians, and diplomats." Wei Qingyun lay down again: "My father and his colleagues They followed their boss, Mr. Cai, to negotiate with the Japanese, but the entire group was killed. I heard from others that the Japanese gouged out Mr. Cai’s eyes, nose, ears and tongue. It’s really unconscionable..."

His voice trembled more and more until he couldn't speak anymore.He raised his hand to cover his eyes, covering the upper half of his face, and didn't make a sound.

Lin Zhanyu had never thought about this, and was shocked and heartbroken for a moment.He originally wanted to comfort Wei Senior Brother with a few words, but after thinking for a long time, he still didn't know how to speak.

The two had their own concerns, and neither slept well.Lin Zhanyu didn't know when Brother Wei fell asleep. As for himself, he felt as if he had just taken a nap when the chickens in the yard started crowing, and then Wei Qingyun got up and put on his clothes.

They didn't have any work in the next few days. Qiao said with a smile that after running for a long time, after working hard for a long time, she finally quelled all the rumors with her eloquent ability. When the days calmed down again, it was New Year's Eve.

This is the first New Year that Lin Zhanyu spends here at Qiao Xiaoyan, and it is also the first time in his life that he does not have his father to accompany him during the New Year.It must be nonsense to say that he does not miss Lin Xiucai.Because of his longing and sentimentality, he didn't say a word during the New Year's Eve dinner, and when he stayed up late to watch the New Year, he just moved a stool and sat in a corner by himself.

"Hey, kid." Lin Zhanyu was drowsy when he suddenly noticed a shadow blocking the candlelight in front of him. He raised his head and rubbed his eyes, and found that it was Wei Qingyun.The other party grabbed his sleeve, trying to pull him up: "Come on, follow me out to set off firecrackers."

"I'm not going." Lin Zhanyu broke away from Senior Brother Wei's hand, wrapped the cotton coat tighter, and murmured, "I'm sleepy."

"Senior brother, why do you bother him? It's common for children to feel too much." Qiao Li put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth, walked to the door and shouted with a smile, "Come here quickly! I'll go with you."

"Here we come!" Wei Qingyun hurriedly responded, and then looked back at the skinny child leaning against the corner, feeling a little bit uneasy.

He felt that he could understand what Lin Zhanyu was thinking at the moment, but he couldn't directly bring up the sad matter of Lin Xiucai in front of the child. After struggling for a long time, he had to take off the cotton coat he was wearing outside and threw it on the other party.

"Little Pole, sleep well, don't catch a cold." These were the last words Senior Brother Wei left him before going out.

The sound of crackling firecrackers sounded, as if to completely drive away the bad luck of the previous year, in order to obtain peace and health in the second year.

The New Year is not much different to Lin Zhanyu. If there is anything that can be called "new", it is probably that he wakes up earlier and rests later.

It's not because the master and the brothers treated him badly. On the contrary, every time he saw Lin Zhanyu yawning, Qiao would point at Wei Qingjun and say with a smile: "Look at you, if you don't teach the good ones, just teach him what to do." Don't sleep when you are sleeping. The child is growing up, what should I do if I delay it?"

However, as far as Wei Qingyun was concerned, what Boss Qiao said was not entirely a misunderstanding, after all, almost all of Lin Zhanyu's daily effort was spent on Senior Brother Wei.

Wei Qingyun practiced his mouth, he stood by the side with a broom and listened, Wei Qingyun practiced his figure, he sat on the ground with a rag and watched, thinking while watching, when will I be able to do so much?

The child didn't have to wait too long. In the warm spring days, Qiao finally said with a smile that he was going to take him in.

"Son, come here." After lunch at noon that day, Qiao laughed and called Lin Zhanyu to a stop: "Listen to me to teach you "Reporting the Names of Vegetables" and "Foreign Medicine Prescriptions."

"I don't." What Boss Qiao didn't expect was that the child was unwilling.Lin Zhanyu, who looked like a grown-up, shook his head, and made a request confidently: "I want to learn "Eight Fan Screens."

"Hey, you little baby, have you grown up?" Master Qiao couldn't laugh or cry, he patted Lin Zhanyu's forehead: "Do you know what "Eight Fan Screens" is? You want to learn it?"

Lin Zhanyu shook his head.He only knew one sentence in it, which was told by Wei Qingyun.

Once on a clear afternoon, Senior Brother Wei sat on the edge of the wall in the yard basking in the sun, looking at the wall he fell from, and said to him: "I was thinking 'I have a cinnabar mole on my left shoulder. 'Well, I saw you."

Seeing him like this, Boss Qiao smiled: "Listen to Master, you can learn whatever you want to learn."

One morning not long after, Wei Qingyun, who had just returned from work, was called by Qiao Xiaoyan.He stood next to his master, looking at the young boy not far away who was seriously reciting his mouth.

Now that it's spring, the child has taken off his cotton padded jacket, making him even more thin and small, and he can't even hold up the newly made coat.His voice still has a bit of childishness, but it is clean and clear, and it is resounding.

"Is this kid almost fourteen?" Qiao asked with a smile.

"Yes." Wei Qingyun nodded: "It will be fourteen in two months."

"What do you think?" Qiao said with a smile, turning to his second apprentice: "How about you take him away and let him measure your labor later?"

"Of course very good, thank you, Master." Wei Qingyun smiled: "Zhan Yu is different from me, he is a gift from God. Just look at his words, and you can tell that he speaks every word in a correct way, without ambiguity or jokes. He His voice is also clear, and if he does willow work in the future, he will definitely be applauded."

After all, he recalled: "Do you still remember when I first came here? I couldn't even recite a tongue twister. I was so nervous in front of you that I couldn't speak a whole sentence. I had a northern accent and I could understand Nanjing dialect." I don’t know how much, it’s not easy to get along in such a place in such a place. It’s hard for you, old man.”

"What do I think you are doing?" Boss Qiao also laughed, stretching out his hand and gesticulating: "You were so hungry and thin, and you were dusty and dressed like a student, but the clothes on your body were torn in several places. I If you want to dislike you again, is that still human?"

"That's what you said." Wei Qingyun responded with a smile: "I was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old student that year. I ran all the way south for fear of being caught by the Japanese. I ran into bandits in Xuzhou, and they took all my pockets and valuables. When you picked me up by the side of the road, I haven’t eaten for a few days.”

As he said that, he smiled at Joe and bowed: "You saved my life and gave me the ability to eat. You are a great favor to me."

"You're welcome." Qiao said with a smile and waved his hands: "You and I, master and apprentice, don't need to talk about this."

But what the young boy who practiced diligently didn't know was that he was actually a very lucky person.At that time in the snowy night in the open-air bookstore of the Confucius Temple, Qiao said with a smile that the reason why he agreed to accept him as an apprentice so straightforwardly was not all because he thought he was the material for this bowl of rice, but because of Wei Qingyun.

Boss Qiao has always wanted to find a job for his beloved apprentice, Brother Wei, but their job is really hard. If they accidentally offend someone, their lives will inevitably be in danger.As long as there is another job to earn a living, no one is willing to do this.Now that Lin Zhanyu is willing to follow them, it is a great thing for both Yu Qiao and Wei Qingyun.

"I'm going to do something else, you watch him for me." Qiao said with a smile.

"Okay." After listening for a while, Wei Qingyun yelled at Lin Xiaoganzi: "Child! The tone is wrong!"

After the child heard it, he hurriedly made adjustments.Brother Wei was still not satisfied, he felt that his body was too fragmentary, so he walked over quickly and taught him hand in hand.

"Stand still, don't sway, the movement should be on the waist." Wei Qingyun pressed his shoulders and gestured on him: "Simply, don't be limp."

After practicing for a few days, Lin Zhanyu felt nothing but fatigue.That night, he went back to the house tired and saw that Wei Qingyun was still reading, so he sat next to this person.

Lin Zhanyu was young and his brain was easy to use, so it was not a problem to memorize long speeches, but he found that memorization and performance were two completely different things.Talking about stuff is not chanting scriptures, memorizing words and sentences is only the first step, how to vividly deliver what you want to say to the ears of others is what they should think about.

To put it bluntly, they practiced in the morning and in the evening, and what they cultivated was the energy of relaxation.With such energy, the audience will feel comfortable watching the show, and they will naturally be willing to applaud it.

Especially compared with the artists in Beiping, Tianjin, Qiao said with a smile that he was monologue and paid more attention to "acting", which required Lin Zhanyu to pay more attention to his expression and attitude.

The more he pondered, the more he admired Wei Qingyun.

"What's the matter?" Wei Qingyun put down the book and looked at him with a smile, gloating: "Are you tired?"

Lin Zhanyu nodded, grabbed Wei Qingyun's clothes, and said coquettishly, "Brother, teach me."

"Of course I can teach you." Wei Qingyun asked, "What do you want to hear?"

"Teach me to breathe, teach me to hang, teach me how to be like you, standing there no matter what people are willing to watch and take money out of their pockets." Lin Zhanyu was very distressed: "I can't learn anything. , if I am allowed to live now, it must be no different from endorsement."

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Although some things can also be found, in order to save some trouble, let me explain a little bit.

Guankou refers to rhythmic language performances, Qikou refers to the rhythm of breathing when speaking Guankou, Xiangua refers to improvisation, quantity work refers to the performance of flattering actors, and Liuhuo refers to "speaking and learning to amuse" "Sing" in "Sing".

Boss Qiao and most of his experience are superficial, but his acting style can be referred to Mr. Qian Tianxiao, one of the founders of Nanjing vernacular.