Since 1983

The matter of walking acupoints did not arise in modern times. In ancient times, those folk performers performed everywhere, and restaurants sang and sang, which was actually the predecessor of walking acupoints.

Shan Tianfang and his daughter-in-law went to the rivers and lakes, earning more than 4,000 yuan in two months, and then they were reported. The Quyi Troupe ordered him to return to the city and fined him 800 yuan.

In his autobiographical storytelling, he said that going back was the decision he regretted the most.

Of course, this matter is uncertain, time and fate.

Now it's the end of December, and after more than half a year of preparation, the Quyi Troupe has decided on its faction. Sanfang led a team each, and they all received invitations to perform, with more than a dozen people in each team.

The unit here in Wugouying is a textile factory, rich and powerful, the reception is very standard, and the board and lodging are good.

A group of people arrived in the morning, there is a performance in the evening, and tomorrow they have to go to Fengtian, there are three performances there... After this trip in the province is over, it will be the Chinese New Year.

"Master, when can I arrive?"

"Not far, just ahead."

"Ahead... oh, living in a building, it's the first time I've seen someone living in a building."

Wrapped like a rice dumpling, Xu Fei looked up, and there was a new building standing not far away, emitting white frost under the white sun.

It's cold today, the three of them panted every step, finally entered the building, Shan Tianfang knocked.

The door opened, revealing a gray-haired old man with big eyes and a clear voice, completely incompatible with his age, "Come in, come in, it's cold outside, right?"

"It's a very evil day, I guess it's going to snow."

Shan Tianfang took off her hat and scarf, changed into her slippers, and finally called out, "Master, are you alright?"

"Okay, what's wrong."

"Uncle, Xiaowen came to see you."

Xu Xiaowen also called out, and introduced: "This is my kid, come on, call someone!"

Well……

Xu Fei was very conflicted, "Oh my god, both of you are called uncles, so what should I be called?" After he hesitated, the other party opened his mouth first and said with a smile: "Have you become a teacher?"

"not yet."

"Oh, if you don't have a teacher, you don't count as a sect. We have different opinions."

"..."

Xu Fei glanced at Xu Xiaowen, he really wanted to call out Teacher Yuan, that his father could kill his relatives on the spot. Counting birds, he also bowed respectfully, "I've seen Uncle!"

This is none other than Yuan Kuocheng, a master of storytelling.

It is said that in the old society, the so-called rivers and lakes were not red gangs and green gangs, nor Liyuan brothels, but fortune-telling, medicine and medicine, acrobatics, cross talk pendants, and storytelling drums.

These are the real rivers and lakes, each with its own particularity, each with its own seniority.

If you really want to count, Shan Tianfang is actually from the Xihe Dagumen, Liu Lanfang is from the Northeast Dagumen, and Mr. Yuan is the serious Pingshumen. He started storytelling before the founding of the People's Republic of China, and his seniority is extremely high.

He hasn't been to the capital yet, and has lived in Wugouying for a long time. Shan Tianfang leads a group to perform, so he has to come to visit because of emotion and reason. As for taking Xu Fei, it was purely selfish, and they wanted to get acquainted with the seniors.

The house is more than 50 square meters, with good heating, complete furnishings, and a black and white TV. One bedroom door was open, the other closed.

Shan Tianfang put a drooping gift on the coffee table, four snacks, a few tea leaves, and two bottles of good wine, wrapped in horse manure paper and tied with paper strings.

He glanced at the closed door and asked, "How is my aunt?"

"It's the same as before, just go to bed now, so I won't see you anymore."

Mr. Yuan's wife was sick in bed, and he took care of her for decades. After the two of them said a few words, the topic turned to Xu Fei, "Boy, how old are you this year?"

"Eighteen."

"I'm not interested in storytelling because I haven't become a teacher at eighteen?"

"I don't think I have much talent... I signed up for the crew of Dream of Red Mansions, and I want to try filming."

"Oh, that's fine."

Mr. Yuan nodded, "Everyone has their own aspirations, and everyone has their strengths. Xiaowen, don't force yourself too much."

"Yes." Xu Xiaowen agreed.

He was similar to the elders whom he met for the first time, he asked a few questions about his studies and life, and then passed them by, mainly Shan Tianfang chatted with him, and Xu Xiaowen interjected from time to time.

The three of them sat for a short time before getting up to say goodbye.

On the way back, Xu Fei couldn't help asking: "Does uncle have no children? Why do the old couple live by themselves?"

"Your uncle had five daughters and one son. During the exercise, his son got sick and died before he could be cured. His wife was also the root cause of the disease at that time. Now that the children are grown up, they are wandering outside, and they are not allowed to stay outside. Come on."

Shan Tianfang was very emotional, and sighed: "Speaking of it, my uncle is a serious and serious person. He wears short robes and brings new and old books. He can say anything. Two years ago, he recorded "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" on China Central Radio, and talked about long Banpo was full of pride, and he was full of sadness when he talked about Maicheng. Later, he lost the mood to talk, and the recording was postponed. At that time, General Wang personally encouraged him, and the entire recording was completed.

Alas, Uncle Shi just suffers too much and has too many distractions, otherwise the achievements would never stop here. Boy, you must respect him when you meet in the future, don't underestimate him..."

I did not underestimate it!

What Xu Feixin said, I liked listening to "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms", and I also knew that this person was low-key and had few works, so he simply retired later.

And he also knew that the old man not only had a good book, but also had a very good granddaughter, oh, that granddaughter is also good.

How old am I older than her?

…………

When it was dark, it really snowed.

The street lamps at the entrance of the club were flickering, and a few dim halos seemed to keep the cold out. The lights on the first floor were brightly lit, and when the curtain of the cinema was pulled up, it was a huge stage with nearly a thousand seats fully occupied.

Xu Fei didn't know whether it was because the heating was too good or there were too many people, but Xu Fei felt a little hot.

He had already taken off his cotton-padded jacket, and took off his sweater after a while. Now he was only wearing a shirt, half-stretched and shrunk inside the side curtain, and looked again.

hum!

The voice that was still somewhat concealed before became clear in an instant, and the singing on the stage was accompanied by the applause from the audience, washing away his eardrums together.

"Good! Good singing!"

"OK!"

When the two opera actors finished bowing, the sky turned upside down. People who have long lacked the nourishment of entertainment culture directly vent their emotions.

In fact, since the first show, there have been no cold cutscenes until now.

There are more than a dozen people in the team, each with a division of labor. First, there will be an allegro scene, then the Xihe Dagu, talk about cross talk, local opera, Xu Xiaowen will play a short book, and then sing a ditty.

Eight or nine programs have passed, and the last big axis is naturally Shan Tianfang.

"Xu Fei! Xu Fei!"

"What the hell, move the table!"

Xu Xiaowen yelled a series of times, Xu Fei hastily carried a table onto the stage, then covered his face and fled. When the workers looked at it, they gradually became quiet, only to see a short man walking out from the side curtain and standing behind the table.

One person, one piece of wood, one table, one folding fan, one hand towel, it is a big show. Shan Tianfang looked down the stage, the lights were so dim that she couldn't see the faces clearly, she was ups and downs, dizzy.

He stabilized his mind, and Xingmu patted, "Crack!"

"What we are talking about in this book is that Chibi Baokang Wang Tie Yanshou sent someone to write a letter to Tang Wang Li Shimin, agreeing to fight in front of the Da Guangming Temple in Jiuding Mountain on the first day of August, and bet on winning or losing in five rounds.

Li Shimin led Cheng Yaojin, Pei Yuanqing, Hou Junji, Qin Huaiyu, Luo Tong, Shan Tianchang and other Jiudingshan to attend the meeting, while Xu Maogong and Yu Chigong led troops to meet them..."

The jargon of Pingshumen, and the outline of the story is called Shuliangzi, which has been passed down from generation to generation. The same book may have different beams and contents.

Winning or losing a five-game bet like this is Shan Tianfang's unique skill, and no one else knows it.

It's amazing to say that performances like singing and cross talk have a beginning and an end, and they are a complete program. However, there are dozens or hundreds of stories in storytelling, and only one paragraph can be selected, without beginning or end.

But even so, people love to hear it.

"..."

Xu Fei poked his head out again, and saw nearly a thousand people were silent, the aisles on both sides and in the middle were also full of people, and there was also a row at the end, listening to a person talking on it.

"Qin Huaiyu shot arrows into the three rings and won the second battle. But when it came to the third battle, a big monk jumped out of the beam, holding a human head. It was none other than the Bihai Danxin Buddha who led Tang Jun into Shayan Ridge!"

Shan Tianfang gave a lecture, usually for twenty minutes, and then patted the wood to wake up, and listened to the next chapter before he could spit it out, and then listened to the next chapter.

"One more time! One more time!"

"Go on, don't go, don't go!"

"Keep talking, one more paragraph!"

Someone from the seat on the left stood up first, followed by the one on the right, and then Wu Yayan was full of heads, all shouting, "One more time! One more time!"

Shan Tianfang saw that he was about to lose control, so he quickly pressed down with both hands, and made up for the third round.

As a result, after ten minutes passed, he finally spit out the phrase "decomposition next time", and he still refused to leave. He estimated the time, he had to go, and if he talked about it, it would be tomorrow morning.

Xu Fei pushed the host from the side stage, "Control the scene, we have to withdraw!"

The host was also inexperienced, and ran up in a hurry, stumbling and starting to finish. Shan Tianfang took the opportunity to go backstage, and the group quickly put on their clothes and packed up their props.

It was very easy to get on the bus, and after a few steps, the creaking stopped again.

"What's the matter?" Shan Tianfang asked.

"People are blocked, don't let them go!" The driver patted the steering wheel, his blood boiling.

Good guy!

Xu Fei took a look at the window, some people had already left and went home, but there were still some people crowded around the bus, and a buddy was lying on the front of the car, yelling loudly: "You have only talked for three rounds, there are two more rounds to go!" !"

"Let's go after the two lectures!"

"That's right, leave after you finish speaking, we'll just listen here."

"We're listening right here!"

The workers folded their arms and shrunk, their clothes and heads were covered with snowflakes, their fiery breath was mixed with the cold air, but under the dim street lamps, their eyes were shining with sincerity and eagerness.

Shan Tianfang had a sore nose, came out to clasp her fists, and said in a hoarse voice: "Everyone, I'm not in the same camp, we are all fellow villagers. It is fate and blessing to meet you today. But there is always an end." When we are leaving, we have to catch the train tomorrow, so we have to go back early to rest. If there is a chance in the future, I will definitely come again, definitely come again..."

The staff of the club also came out to persuade them. After a long time, everyone let go and made way. A few people on the same road even rode bicycles for a while, ringing the bell and waving their hands constantly.

Heavy snow fell, the bus bumped forward, and slowly drove away from the factory area.

The light outside slowly dimmed, and a dozen or so people turned into shadows, shaking slightly with the bumps. The cold wind passed through the gaps on all sides, and then circled and raged in the car.

No one felt cold anymore, only the hot air was burning in his heart. Xu Fei watched the two headlights shining forward. On the road ahead, the heat was rolling and the ice and snow were melting.