From yearning to entertainment master

Chapter 295

"Who?"

After hanging up the phone, Mr. He asked in a low voice beside Ye Mingxuan, why did you keep singing while talking?

"Teacher Guo and Xiao Yueyue."

"Old Mr. Guo Guo Degang Guo? Is he going to yearn for it? It's not bad, and it's not bad to bring your partner for a special cross talk session!"

The first thing Mr. He thought of was to be a guest, so he changed his clothes and left the Mushroom House with Ye Mingxuan.

"No, Mr. Guo learned from Mr. Zhao Lintong, a famous Peking opera artist, some time ago. This time, he asked me for a promotional piece of Peking opera!"

"Ok?"

Teacher He was stunned, and now he was frowning in the middle of the yard and meditating.

"Let's go! Why are you standing there?"

Teacher Huang and Peng Pengzhang Zifeng got impatient waiting at the door and urged them.

"Walk around, Mr. Huang, analyze and analyze, will this matter affect Xiaoxuan?"

If Ye Mingxuan didn't say anything about the promotional repertoire of Peking Opera, or posted it directly, it would be a good thing to write songs for Peking Opera as a Peking Opera lover, but Mr. Guo's reputation in the cross talk circle is enough, and the Peking Opera circle is not ranked at all, will it? Some people criticize this matter, it is hard to say, in traditional art, typography is very important.

"Talk about it in detail, I heard him singing, what did you say?"

After leaving the Mushroom House, a group of people strolled towards the village. Ye Mingxuan followed Teacher Huang and explained behind him: "Didn't Mr. Guo Degang learn from Peking Opera master Zhao Lintong some time ago? It's a good thing to promote popular songs and promote traditional culture, what's the discussion?"

"It's a good thing, I didn't say it's not a good thing, go and have fun."

After leaving Ye Mingxuan, Teacher Huang thought about it for a while and said, "It should be fine. No matter which faction it is, this matter will only benefit them and not harm them. Why did he think of doing Peking Opera?"

"He has learned Peking Opera before, what's so strange about that?"

It’s the hottest time at noon in summer, and the weather conditions in the small mountain village are good. Surrounded by mountains, it’s not unbearably hot, and the gentle mountain breeze carries a hint of coolness.

In the octagonal pavilion on the creek, a few old people sat in twos and threes, waving their fans, chatting about family affairs, and occasionally naughty little boys quarreled, and the old people just watched kindly.

"Brother, brother, can I dance the rubber band if I want to?"

In a slightly larger open space, several children wearing red scarves were dancing rubber bands, and Zhang Zifeng, who was hot-eyed, pulled Ye Mingxuan by the corner of his clothes and begged.

"Go if you want, I don't know that stuff, it's useless if you tell me about it!"

"I can dance this, really, brother, I will go to play with my sister!" Peng Peng silently recalled the familiar rhythm and jumping method, and pulled Zhang Zifeng to discuss joining with the children.

Teacher Huang and Teacher He accompanied the old people in the village to do daily chores, while Ye Mingxuan was sitting beside him, listening quietly, wondering if his younger siblings were having fun.

"Small ball, kick with feet, Malan Huahua 21, 31, [-], [-]~"

The crisp and funny child's voice, accompanied by Peng Peng's awkward laughter and sister Zhang Zifeng's sneer, echoed in the small mountain village.

Today's children, especially those in cities, rarely know how to play this game. Even Ye Mingxuan only saw it in his previous life, but never played it.

"Xiaoxuan, why are you playing with your younger siblings?"

Teacher He smiled. I don’t know how long I haven’t heard this nursery rhyme. I suddenly heard it and thought it was much better than the current pop songs.

"I won't!"

Ye Mingxuan spread his hands, showing helplessness, he would not just join in the fun.

"Auntie, why are there no young people in our village?"

"Going to work."

"Oh, did you work hard?"

"What's the hard work? No hard work, enough food and clothing, the society is so good, no shortage of hands or feet, what's the hard work!"

The requirements of the elderly who have experienced hardships are very simple. For them, having filial sons and daughters, lovely grandchildren, and an ordinary and stable life is enough. What extravagance do they want?

"Grandma, what are you doing?"

Old man wearing reading glasses and doing needlework.

"Get the soles of your shoes."

Teacher Huang said: "Except for the elderly, there are not many young people who know how to do it. The products sold outside are all made by machines!"

"Machine-made cloth shoes are all made of one layer. Our cloth shoes are glued layer by layer and sewn layer by layer. The stitches must be neat and dense. Children are all leather. Waste shoes, made by machine, broke after two days of wearing!"

The old man who does needlework disdains the cloth shoes made by machines. After buying them once, he believes that they are fooling people.

"Grandma, grandma, ball ball!"

A dirty little boy with a snotty nose ran over anxiously, holding the old man's arm and shaking it.

"Good grandson, tell grandma what's wrong? You're all dirty~"

The old man put down his needlework and took a light blue handkerchief to clean up the stains on the child's face, his eyes full of love.

"My ball, grandma, my ball fell off the roof, grandma~"

The children were about to cry, and they refused to budge. They didn’t want any candy from grandma, but objectively speaking, looking for grandma should be useless. Could it be that a 70-year-old man climbed the roof to get it?
The old people are also worried. There are mostly old people, women and children in the village, and there are not many young people. Looking in the direction of the little grandson’s finger, the house where the ball dropped is not high or low. The beam is more than three meters from the ground, and the height of the eaves is almost four meters.

"Xiaoxuan, help the children take it down! Grandma is so old, it's too dangerous to climb the ladder!"

Ye Mingxuan nodded, took the child's hand, and was led to the front of the house.

"Brother, brother, my ball my ball!"

The child pointed to the ball on the roof, anxious and sad, and stared at Ye Mingxuan expectantly. Ye Mingxuan looked at it with bright and innocent eyes, and felt that if he couldn't get it off, it would be a heinous crime.

While observing the surrounding environment, while thinking about countermeasures, the easiest way is to build a ladder, but I can't borrow it for a while.

The ball got stuck at the upturned corner of the eaves. You could either use a long bamboo pole to get it down, or throw it down with something. Bamboo pole ladders are the most reliable, but it is too dangerous to hit them with stones without tools.

"Big brother, can I take my ball, the ball?" After seeing Ye Mingxuan move for a long time, the little guy was in a hurry, tears rolled in his eyes, and he was about to fall down.

"Little friend, will my brother make a magic trick for you?"

"Okay, okay!"

"Cover your eyes and count to ten, and the ball will return to your hands obediently!"

Looking at the stone wall under the eaves, Ye Mingxuan had a new idea, it doesn't matter if he doesn't have tools, who is he, can he be stumped by such a trivial matter?
(End of this chapter)