Qiong Yin lingers

Chapter 41
Huang Simi was stunned for a moment, and soon came back to her senses.

"You are right! After the establishment of our Qiongju Opera Academy, in addition to daily theoretical knowledge and professional learning, we should also add an innovative course to let our students think about how to better make Qiongju Opera keep up with the trend of the times— —We are also entering middle age now, and our thinking is definitely not as active as that of young people!"

Zhang Shennian put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth with a paper towel: "That can't be said! My wife is not only eternal, young and beautiful, but also has a really good head! The future of our Qiongju opera depends on you to promote it, can you Don't give up on the pick!"

While talking and joking, the husband and wife planned several fan clubs and teahouse performance days. Speaking of new scripts, Zhang Shennian suggested introducing excellent scripts from other drama categories, but at the same time, develop good dramas that suit the preferences of the people on the island.

Huang Simimei's previous adaptation of the script has been widely sung because it incorporates oriental folklore and the daily life of the masses. It is lively and full of life.

Nowadays, teahouses are blooming all over the island, but the script adaptation is far behind.

"In the early 90s, my sister once complained, 'Why do you guys prefer to sit together and watch black and white TV instead of watching the performance of Qiong Opera Troupe?' Now think about it, what everyone watches is not drama, but TV! In the past, everyone listened to tapes because there was no opportunity to watch TV or movies... Hey! I thought, we should also produce some Qiongju movies!"

As early as 1962, Qiongju opera performers Mr. Wang Yingrong and Mr. Chen Hua performed the Qiongju opera movie "Poetry Inscribed on Red Leaves", which caused a sensation and was received by Premier Zhou cordially.

Since then, the meticulously crafted "Poems Inscribed on Red Leaves" has also become the evergreen tree of Qiongju opera.

Such a good work is worth the investment.

Huang Simei quite recognized this: "When the Qiongju Opera Academy is established in the future, when there are actors and later stages, we can diverge our thinking and try more!"

When it came to the innovation of Qiongju Opera, the two couldn't stop talking, as if a beautiful portrait of Qiongju Opera's old tree sprouting new branches unfolded in front of them.

Listening to Zhang Shennian's description, Huang Simimei's eyes also narrowed little by little, constantly supplementing and echoing him.

It wasn't until the noodles in the bowl were lumpy that the two came back to their senses, looked at each other, and laughed.

Love from the heart is precious spiritual food.

Even if you don't eat or drink, you can get great spiritual satisfaction.

At this moment, Zhang Shennian and Huang Simimei had entrusted their infinite longing and beauty to the future of Qiongju Opera. They pulled off the bowl of noodle lumps, turned around and rushed back.

They can't wait to write all these concepts into the school's future regulations and put them into the future inheritance of Qiongju Opera!

*
After leaving the Cultural Bureau, Zhang Shennian and Huang Simei rushed to the Oriental Teahouse in Sanya non-stop.

In the past two days, Sanya is hosting the local "Yacheng Fan Club" competition.

For this competition, Huang Donghua not only devoted a lot of time and energy to teaching fans, but also went off in person, vowing to win the championship in one fell swoop.

In order to fuel him, Zhang Shennian and Huang Simimei had long agreed to be judges.

After three hours' drive, they arrived in Sanya smoothly.

Just as they got out of the car, when the two looked up, they saw that the dark clouds were like mountains after mountains, overlapping and towering into the clouds; the darkness was like an evil devil, almost swallowing the whole world.

While the two were in a daze, a flash of lightning rushed towards their faces, like a vigorous white dragon dancing wildly, tearing the dark clouds into scattered pieces; it was also like a sharp sword drawing a short gleam of light in the darkness.

Zhang Shennian slapped his head: "Oh! Look at my memory! The weather forecast says there will be a typhoon in these two days! Hurry up! Let's go indoors first."

As soon as the two of them entered the room, they heard rumbling sounds, and one after another, rolling thunder rang out one after another.

Huang Simei walked to the window and looked out, only to be shocked: in the gust of wind, huge waves several meters high were rolled up on the sea visible to the naked eye.Even looking at it from a distance like this, there is a sudden sense of fear that it will swallow people up; on both sides of the road next to the beach, coconut trees and palm trees are bent involuntarily in the strong wind.

"I haven't seen such a big wave for many years. Can this typhoon be above level 12?" Huang Simei frowned, feeling a little uneasy in her heart.

Zhang Shennian slammed the curtains shut: "We're too close to the sea, it's just scary. Which typhoon isn't such a stormy sea? When the center of the typhoon sweeps past, it will be fine soon!"

In fact, Zhang Shennian's heart also fluctuated twice.

It's just because the evil wind came too fast this time, and the waves were too big.

The previous forecast said that it would land in Fujian. Unexpectedly, the typhoon turned a corner unexpectedly and came to Sanya.

In order to make Huang Simei less flustered, Zhang Shennian took the initiative to mention the typhoon scene in the village in the city where he lived when he came out to set up a stall in Sanya: "You don't know, the five of us are standing against that wooden house together. Seeing the whirlwind Whichever direction we came from, we ran in that direction. When someone shouted 'East! East!' we rushed to the east; someone shouted 'Hurry up, hurry up to the south!' We ran to the south... Typhoon days , we will have to sleep for one night!"

Thinking of the hardships of those years, Zhang Chennian's face was still a little moved: "At that time, I thought in my heart that my wife and my baby were waiting for me at home. Saying 'I was blown home by the typhoon!' What a shame! Fortunately, every night, we have overcome the arrogant typhoon..."

"Once, the rain was so heavy that the water in the house rose to the edge of the bed. I stood on the bed, wrapped in a sheet, and sang to them the aria of "Waiting for the imperial decree" from "Lin Pangui" - waiting for the imperial decree Going up to the Golden Luan, confused and confused. Zhuang Yougong is more than the battle between life and death, so that Zhuang Yougong is feared; I only ask my father-in-law to show that I can help Zhuang Yougong go to the blue sky; boldly step up to the Golden Luan, and sit on the Ziwei Emperor;

Prostrate yourself and go to see, and pay homage to our Lord in Danchi..."

There are some past events that may sound light and bland, but at the time, they were unforgettable.

Zhang Shen went to Sanya to set up a stall at the beginning of the year, slept on overpasses, rummaged through garbage, and was even bullied by various old vendors in the vegetable market.But he was always cheerful, he didn't scold or make troubles; when he returned to the hut where five people crowded together in the village in the city, he sang while he was busy, whether it was cooking, washing, or cleaning.

Others say that he is heartless; only he knows that if he doesn't use drama to amuse himself and pretend that this is someone else's life, he is afraid that he will not be able to persevere.

Zhang Shennian's tone was very calm, but Huang Simimei had already burst into tears: "You suffered a lot in those years!"

Seeing his wife being drawn to tears by him, Zhang Shennian grabbed her hand and greeted his face: "Oh, blame me, blame me, tell the story of 'remembering bitterness and thinking sweet' to make you happy, why don't you put You made me cry! Come on, come on, Xiaosheng will sing you a piece of "Lin Pangui"..."

"I didn't know who I thought for a while, but it turned out to be the young lady of the prince! Let me ask you, you know you are a girl, why did you go to Jingbang for the exam? Let me ask you, you know you are a girl, why bother to compete with me in the exam room? You Why bother to argue with me? Let me ask you, why don't you obey the order and thank the emperor for the emperor's appointment as a prostitute? Why don't you choose to be a son-in-law if you don't want to, but you will take it if you recruit a young lady? Young lady, what is your worth now? I, Lin Pangui, have become listening to the geese in the south tower, and my lonely shadow shines on the screen window. Mother, mother, press your chest and think again, should you think it should? Do you think it should not Should I? Today I invite you to make a decision in front of me, will you be a good brother or a young lady?"

Huang Simei listened to his deep and sweet singing, and also comforted him with the play: "Brother Lin, even though my sister is ruthless, I am wrong! It's not that my younger sister has forgotten the past. I remember that when I was in school, morning and night were like shadows. I used to It’s a metaphor for a younger sister marrying an older brother, and it’s all your fault, bookish and stupefied like a goose. I only hope that when the big one is admitted to the imperial examination, the young one will be admitted to the imperial examination. Who would have expected that there will be a storm in the Golden Luan Hall: the emperor will send down a ruthless stick, Brother Lin, why are you calling my younger sister Naiqi? Brother, there is no destiny to match with brother in this life, and a beautiful marriage helps each other every day."

Both the husband and wife are open-minded people. This is mainly due to years of Qiongju performances. Many Qiongju plays use drama to warn the world and are full of life philosophy.

When they encounter difficulties, they often use drama to warn others, telling themselves to be grateful and kind.

And the communication method in which the husband and wife sing duet when they disagree is also a unique form of expression for the two.

……

The two sang, cried, and laughed, as if they were back on the stage: they were not acting themselves, but they were full of emotions.

As the saying goes, life is like a play, and play is like life.

At this moment, they can no longer tell whether they are on stage or in life; whether they are acting out the separation and separation of others, or singing their own joys and sorrows.

After singing, the husband and wife clung to each other until Huang Simei fell into a deep sleep.

*
The next morning, after covering his wife with a quilt, Zhang Chen went downstairs in a young voice and turned on the TV.

On the TV, the announcer with a correct accent is broadcasting the disaster caused by the typhoon: "Affected by the tenth typhoon 'Korowang', as of this morning, SY City, Sansha City, Hainan Island Offshore and The wind and rain are raging on land, and severe wind and rain have appeared. According to incomplete statistics, the affected area of ​​crops in our province is 75865 hectares, and the direct economic loss is as high as 6.83 million yuan... At present, there is a major disaster in Sigeng Village, an urban village in Sanya, and the police are actively moving the affected area the masses."

The more Zhang Shennian watched, his brows became tighter. After a long time, he went upstairs and kissed his wife's forehead, then went downstairs and said to the driver: "When the country is in trouble, everyone is responsible. Let's go to the front line to fight the disaster."

The driver looked at him in shock: "Mr. Zhang, this typhoon is very dangerous... It was announced on TV just now, let's not go out if we have nothing to do..."

Zhang Shennian patted the driver on the shoulder: "I know! But according to the news, there is a major disaster in Sanya this time, and I can't just sit idly by. I have been practicing water skills by the sea since I was a child. I just took over the troupe. I couldn’t make ends meet, and I even went out to sea with a fishing boat as a captain for a few months..."

The driver Liu Hongqiang couldn't help dissuading him: "Mr. Zhang, if you want to help the disaster, you can do whatever you want. I'll do it. I can't let you take the risk yourself!"

The husband and wife are now relying on the Dongfang Qiong Opera Troupe to make a living. Zhang Shennian and Huang Simimei are their parents, and they are also the objects of admiration and worship in their hearts.

In addition, his two sons and daughters are now also apprentices in the Qiong Opera Troupe. Not only are they taught by Meng Huaxiang, but the Dongfang Qiong Opera Troupe also trains them to study hard, make progress every day, and even have someone to help them with their homework. They can't do it at all.

Because of his gratitude, Liu Hongqiang wanted to stop Zhang Shennian from the bottom of his heart, and did not want him to go

"At this time, I know that donating money and materials is the easiest way. However, I want to contribute my meager warmth to the disaster and the urban village where I once fought."

Hearing Zhang Shennian's words, the driver Liu Hongqiang's eyes instantly became moist: "Mr. Zhang, the whole village of Erxian Village is waiting for you and Sister Mei to help you. You..."

Unable to persuade him, Liu Hongqiang could only take out his raincoat from the house, gritted his teeth and set off with Zhang Shennian.

The human heart is a mirror, which reflects oneself as well as others.

Zhang Shennian helped the whole village, and Liu Hongqiang also wanted to help him wholeheartedly.

"Mr. Zhang, the typhoon turned too fast this time. Many people may not have time to prepare food at home. Let's go buy some necessary life-saving supplies first, then prepare some instant food, and then go to the village in the city!"

The people of the islands live by the sea and have rich mountain and forest resources. Basically, no matter what they eat, they want to eat "fresh". They eat three meals a day, and they can't wait to go to the vegetable market three times. I don't eat every second meal, so naturally my family won't hoard food.

Zhang Shennian was deeply convinced: "It's still your thoughtfulness!"

Along the way, I saw the trees that had been blown upside down on the road in a mess, and the road was already sparsely populated. The violent wind and rain were like a huge hand, pushing their cars to tilt a little.

When driving to the road across the coast of Dadonghai, [-]-meter-high waves swept towards the road, making people frightened.

In order to ease the tense atmosphere, Zhang Shennian chatted with Liu Hongqiang: "I think back when we first arrived in Sanya, the beach was full of wild pineapples and cacti, one after another. Every time I went to the beach to relieve my hand at night, I was afraid of my ass. If you squat down, you will be turned into a hedgehog!"

Speaking of this, Liu Hongqiang was really amused and laughed: "Hey, that's right! At that time, a big sweet potato was only sold for one or two yuan, and the unscrupulous public toilets charged fifty cents and gave only a piece of paper! I can't bear it, I have to hold it until dark every day to go to the beach to solve it..."

At that time, Sanya Beach was brightly lit and very romantic at night, but there were also countless such "easter eggs", and if you were not careful, you would "win the lottery".

Of course, it will be better when the tide is low during the day, because the "fertilizer" made by humans has been rolled back to the sea at night, and the generous sea will leave endless beautiful shells on the beach. You can hear the waves in your ears.

The two talked and went to the first market to buy supplies for disaster relief. The whole thing was filled with raincoats, life buoys, life jackets, tents, flood control lighting fixtures, etc.; they also hired a van and filled it with bottled water, instant noodles, sausages and other food , the two rushed to Sigeng Village non-stop.

Halfway through the drive, I suddenly found that the Huanhai Highway was broken, and the loudspeaker in front kept reminding: "The road ahead has collapsed, please detour!"

(End of this chapter)