Datang male nanny

Chapter 98
The sun was about to sink into the mountains.

Ni Tu walked on the country road with the weak Shangguan Wan'er on his back.

Although Ni Tu played the suona for a long time, he felt a little tired.But Shangguan Wan'er was very face-saving, and she cried bitterly with her throughout the whole process.

In the end, he was exhausted and exhausted.

The unconscious Shangguan Wan'er muttered to herself: "If you have any unhappy things, just tell me in the future, don't hold it in your heart."

Ni Tu originally wanted to play a joke on her, so that she could get rid of her grief as soon as possible.

The power of the suona was so powerful that the villagers who had been spectators for most of the day wiped away tears when they scattered around.

The steward handed over two taels of silver as a reward.

But Ni Tu waved his hand and refused the reward.

Ni Tu saw that the family's clothes were still patched, so he knew that life was too hard.

He took off his filial piety clothes, saluted the family slightly, and left with Shangguan Wan'er.

"What about good people! Good people get rewarded, and good people get rewarded!"

The mistress of the family cried like this.

After walking for a while, I stood on a high ridge and looked back.The original place has been left far away at the foot of the mountain. You can't see the fresh grave, but you can see the white river surface, those lonely willows, and the yellow reeds.

With Shangguan Wan'er on his back, Ni Tu took a long breath, vomiting out all the resentment and unhappiness accumulated in his chest.

Ready to go, he is going to meet his bright future.

When we got back to our residence, it was already dark.

Zhen Zhen'er had already lit the kang fire, warming up the whole room.

Various seasonings and ingredients for shabu-shabu have also been prepared on a large table.

The ingredients at the bottom of the pot were already boiling, exuding an incomparably alluring aroma.

When carefully throwing Shangguan Wan'er on the kang, Ni Tu rubbed his hands that were almost frozen, and his sore back, and roared cheerfully in a low voice: "Hey, while she is sleeping soundly, we brothers will eat delicious!"

"Wow! Wow! I made two big jars of Chengjia sauce wine!" Zhen Zhen'er also cooperated very excitedly.

"How dare you!" Shangguan Wan'er turned over from the kang directly.

Ni Tu and Zhen Zhener glanced at her with contempt.

"I know you've woken up early, but you're still pretending to be asleep all the way! Get up quickly, wash up, and have a big meal!"

Shangguan Wan'er stretched her waist and roared, "I'm exhausted from this journey!"

Suddenly, a few black lines appeared on Ni Tu's forehead.

A crow flew past his head with a "quack" sound.

"Are you tired? Or am I tired? Your waist is almost broken!"

Shangguan Wan'er glanced at him and said coldly: "Little children, where did you get your waist!"

"You! You have! The waist is as thin as a willow branch swaying in the wind, and the face is like a peach blossom. It's a pity..."

"What a pity?"

"It's a pity that the butt is so big that it almost bursts the skirt!"

Zhen Zhen'er, who was busy sprinkling mutton slices into the boiling hot pot, hurriedly responded after hearing this: "Big ass is good! I can have a baby!"

When Shangguan Wan'er heard that both of them were laughing at her, she could bear it, she jumped as high as she wanted, and after jumping off the kang, she caught Ni Tu and vented her anger severely.

The rooster stepped on the back of the hen, and twisted and pinched the red crown of the hen with its sharp beak.

Zhen Zhen'er, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, had a good time watching Shangguan Wan'er enforce the family law.

Of course, he couldn't get any better.

When Ni Tu stood up, the unlucky one was often Zhen Zhen'er.

After a three-person dance warm-up exercise, I can finally sit down quietly and work on hot pot.

After three rounds of wine, the five flavors are cooked in a pot.

All three were a little drunk.

At this time, Zhen Zhener revealed that today is his birthday.

Ni Tu slapped his head and gave him the finished suona as a gift.

"How do you blow this?"

"I'll demonstrate it to you!"

Ni Tu took over the suona and was about to start blowing it.

But Shangguan Wan'er circled her index finger and gave him a brainstorm.

"Don't blow it! Do you still want me to cry and make a big face?"

"Hehe, let's play it a little more festive this time! Listen up!"

"What's the name of the song?"

"Happy!"

"Congratulations on your size, I'm asking about your name."

"Happy!"

"Hit!"

"It's really a celebration. After the celebration, I will play Gong Xi Fa Cai for you, the first love in the world, a big sedan chair, wedding candles, a good day, a title on the gold list, and an early baby."

"Give birth to you! Are you thinking about dirty things again? Don't play tricks on me! Be careful that I will strangle you tonight!"

Listening to the cheerful and moving suona, the landlord couple who were also eating hot pot in another room were also intoxicated by the cheerful music.

Involuntarily twisted and danced in the house.

……

As the night deepened, the project about suona manufacturing was put on the agenda.

Ni Tu felt that it was necessary to open a musical instrument store.

For example, the unborn guzheng, erhu, and even export pianos?Guitar?Drums?piano?
Ni Tu knew that to make those cumbersome musical instruments, a craftsman who was proficient in craftsmanship was needed.

Let's talk about this later when we meet the right candidate.

The erhu should be within reach right now.

Ni Tu also wanted to bring Master A Bing's "The Moon Reflected in Two Springs" to this world.

At this time, the erhu should have already appeared, but it was only spread by a minority in the northern region. The name of the erhu has not yet been called this way, and it is still called "Jiqin" and "Xiqin".

For example, Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty mentioned in "Yan Rong Shan Ren Chi Ting Poems" that "bamboos attract Jiqin people, and flowers invite guests to pass." Song Dynasty scholar Chen Yang recorded in "Music Book" that "Xiqin is based on Huyue."

The ten famous erhu songs, such as Erquan Yingyue, Liangxiao, Tingsong, Horse Racing, and Ripe Grapes, are intoxicating.

The melodious and profound music of the erhu is resounding in the depths of Ni Tu's heart.

The miserable and desolate erhu sound tells the story of a person who lost his mother when he was young, was raised by his aunt since he was a child, and finally had a relaxing time in the Taoist temple, but when the master died, he learned of his own life experience.

Just like a small grass that has been blown by the north wind, it is just a pastime for strangers to listen to him play the erhu. Who cares who he is?

In that turbulent era, a skinny old man in his forties, who had already lost his eyesight, changed from the head of the Lei Zun Palace to a down-and-out street performer.

Seeing that he was alone and struggling to live, the people of the clan introduced Dong Caidi, a poor and kind widow in the Jiangyin countryside, to live with him and take care of him.

Therefore, in the streets and alleys of Wuxi, people often see a piece of tattered cloth, one end being led by the disheveled Dong Caidi, and the other end tied to a person's arm.

I saw this man wearing a shabby long gown, a pair of sunglasses, and a small bamboo pole under his arm, walking in the streets and alleys.

A Bing was carrying a pipa on his back, a sheng and a flute hung on his chest, and the erhu was babbling in his hands.

Immediately, the piercing sound of the erhu played by performers and beggars fluttered in the air, as if it was a tragic song about the ordeal of oneself.People couldn't help sighing when they heard the heartbroken sound.

Yang Yinliu, who devoted herself to collecting folk music, naturally couldn't forget the music teacher A Bing after returning to his hometown.

Although A Bing couldn't see his figure, he remembered his voice.She shook his hand excitedly.Naturally, the conversation did not forget one's own profession in three sentences, and talked about folk music.When A Bing knew the pipa song "General's Order", he asked Yang Yinliu to pluck his fingers and feel the method of playing the tune "Chegu" of "General's Order" on the pipa, and he didn't stop until he became proficient.

With a wire tape recorder that is rare in China, I recorded three erhu pieces by A Bing, "Erquan Yingyue", "Listening to the Pine", and "Cold Spring Wind". Out of the Fortress".Unexpectedly, these six precious recordings also became the rare masterpiece left by A Bing.The sound of the erhu, which directly hits the most fragile emotions in people's hearts, has become a symbol of the essence of national quintessence.

In that year, A Bing became seriously ill, his life became more and more difficult, and his body became weaker and weaker. He survived the winter and died suddenly.People in the streets and alleys of Wuxi could no longer hear A Bing's miserable and desolate erhu sound.

On the still panic-stricken streets, there is also one less old man begging for money.

But the world has engraved a classic in the soul of the nation: two springs reflect the moon, an erhu pulls the waist;

That night, Ni Tu's tears wet the pillow.

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(End of this chapter)