Qiong Yin lingers

Chapter 32 Inheritance of Hope
After the gossip, the group summarized the gains and losses of the performance and preparations in Bangkok, and then started planning the performance in Chiang Mai intensively.

At night, they fell asleep in the berths, and they didn't realize that it was daylight until they heard the crisp birdsong in their ears.

Pushing open the car window, what greeted the eyes was the green spring and the dots of flowers dotted among the branches. Huang Simei couldn't help grinning when she saw the buds of the flowers on the branches.

Meng Huaxiang next door is used to getting up at the right time, so she handed Huang Simei an early breakfast, and she also looked out the window: "This Chiang Mai, the climate is as imaginable as the island! It's also a good time for spring and flowers to bloom!"

"That's right! I have a hunch that our Qiongju opera is about to usher in the warmth of spring, and there will be a small climax!"

Zhang Shennian gave his wife the thumbs up on the sleeping berth across from him: To discuss Meng Huaxiang's favor, it must be Huang Simimei.

Especially when it comes to the future of Qiongju, Huang Simei can always do things that make Meng Huaxiang happy.

Huang Simei glared at him: "Don't give me rainbow farts, go back to the East, there are still many things that need you to preside over."

"Then I must be a saddle and a horse, and I will listen to the Queen Mother and Queen's errands!"

Liu Guangwei and Wu Linlin craned their necks, and laughed out loud when they heard Zhang Shennian's funny words.

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Every time the Thailand team went to a place, Zhang Shennian responded to every call, quickly found local fanciers, and quickly formed a "temporary theater troupe".

The singing and writing of these fanciers are not lagging behind at all, and they are fully capable of performing a big show.

Huang Simi was shocked, but also had a new view on the inheritance and development of Qiongju opera.

On the return boat, Huang Simi held Meng Huaxiang, her eyes sparkling, as if embellished with shining diamonds: "Grandma! After we go back, we must immediately set up fan clubs - only when there are people singing in the streets and alleys, Qiongju opera can be passed down from generation to generation." pass it on..."

Looking at the excited wife, Zhang Shennian couldn't help but burst out laughing: in her heart, making Meng Huaxiang happy seemed to be the most important thing.

And the thing that makes Meng Huaxiang happy and excited the most is the inheritance of Qiongju opera.

It seems that Qiongju's trip to the sea is worthwhile!

Meng Huaxiang smiled so that the wrinkles at the end of her eyes twitched, and the joy was beyond words.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law stood on the deck, holding the railing and raising their eyes to look out. The sun was falling on the endless sea, like dots of golden light sprinkled on the water. They were so excited that they couldn't help themselves.

"Ah Mei, even in the future, Qiong Opera will become more and more declining, you should keep on singing, okay?" Meng Huaxiang's voice was very peaceful, and even seemed a little desolate and sad amidst the sound of waves. .

"Yes! Grandma! No matter how small the Qiongju Opera is, no matter how few people like it, Ah Nian and I will continue to sing, and Wenxuan and Wenqian will stick to the Dongfang Qiong Opera Troupe and grandma's stay." Precious—the future of Qiongju opera depends on the inheritance and persistence of generations to have hope!"

Huang Simei's gaze was firm, and every word was powerful, especially in the sound of the surging waves.

Her eyes were red, Meng Huaxiang held back the tears, but in the end she couldn't resist the soreness of her eyes, she blinked, and warm tears rolled down her eyes, she nodded repeatedly: "Okay! Good! Good! With you Take care, that's fine!"

It is said that men don't flick their tears lightly, but Zhang Shennian couldn't help seeing the scene of his mother and daughter-in-law embracing each other with tears in his eyes, and his nose was sore, his eyes were sore, and tears gushed out of disappointment.

Cursing in a low voice, he wiped the corners of his eyes, turned and fled hastily, and entered the cabin.

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Back on the island, Huang Simi started the second part of Qiongju opera inheritance: developing Qiongju opera fan club.

She has a calm personality and always likes to think of everything first.

Holding a small book, she finally came up with a plan and discussed with her mother-in-law: "I plan to open teahouses in Haikou, Sanya, and Yangpu. In this way, the Qiongju Fan Club will have a fixed base. At the same time, The cultivation of talents is very important, I wondered if I could cultivate a juvenile drama troupe, starting from babies..."

At present, she has already had many successful adaptations of drama excerpts, such as "March [-]", "Yinggehai Fisherman", "The Mango Is Ripe" and other down-to-earth folk stories, such as "The Red Detachment of Women" and "The Red Flag Will Not Fail" , "Battle Island" and other red-themed scripts can fully support the performances of Dongfang Qiong Opera Troupe.

In terms of actors, Liu Guangwei and Wu Linlin have basically graduated, and they are capable of performing a big drama in each city every month.

Therefore, the conditions for opening a tea house for monthly tours have been met.

The second step is to gather more Qiong opera lovers to form fan club tribes, so that the performances and interactions of fan clubs will also become regular dynamics.

At the same time, it is also necessary to continue to train screenwriters, actors, and band members, and continue to create the form and content of Qiongju opera that the people love.

Finally, and most importantly, it is necessary to cultivate Qiongju talents.

The idea of ​​running a children's Qiongju class stems from seeing the loud opera sound coming from Dongfang Kindergarten several times—these children can often hear Qiongju performances in teahouses. sing.

Some children are more clever, and can even imitate the movements of the actors on the stage vividly. Every move and gesture is very smart and interesting.

Huang Simimei looked at their immature but very serious gestures, and her heart was constantly moving. Later, she accidentally spoke quickly and recruited several more apprentices. After Liu Yushan and Liu Yuwan, the Dongfang Qiong Opera Troupe now has nearly ten students. apprentice.

These apprentices are not full-time or part-time students. On the contrary, they are encouraged to practice martial arts and learn about Qiongju opera in addition to their normal study and life.

Originally, Meng Huaxiang disapproved of Huang Simei's "small trouble" way of teaching. Unexpectedly, Huang Simei made up some simple excerpts for these children on the spur of the moment. Performed on the stage, and won unanimous appreciation and praise from the tea guests.

This allowed Huang Simei to see a new direction in the inheritance of Qiongju opera: for her now, it doesn't matter whether the cat is black or white, as long as it catches mice, it is a good cat!

She is willing to try anything as long as more people love and sing Qiong Opera.

To use the jokes of the old-timers of the orchestra, Huang Simi, like Meng Huaxiang, was bewildered - the inheritance of Qiongju opera became the only thing they dreamed of.

Zhang Shennian watched his wife writing and drawing seriously under the lamp. The broken hair on her forehead fell off and blocked half of her cheek. Writing must be serious and serious.

Raising his hand and gently patted her on the head, Zhang Shennian grinned and said, "If you were so serious when you were studying, you would have gone to Peking University even if you didn't go to Tsinghua University!"

"I'm going to Tsinghua University and Peking University, so I will work hard to write the script and let the Oriental Qiong Opera Troupe go to the Great Hall of the People to sing! Back then, "Red Leaf Inscribed Poems" not only went to Beijing to perform, but was also warmly received by Premier Zhou, and finally made a movie What! I don’t know when we will be able to reproduce such glory!”

"Yes! One day, the treasures left by our ancestors will shine again! What we have to do is to pass it on down-to-earth and wait for the flowers to bloom!"

Huang Simi made the last stroke and handed it to her husband: "Ah Nian, I see, the numbers on our passbook will be cleared again this year!"

After carefully reading it line by line, Zhang Shennian nodded his head: "Don't panic! The pre-sale of real estate in Sanya is said to be very effective. When we make money, we will use it to open restaurants, sponsor fan clubs, and run children's opera classes!"

Listening to her husband's unreserved support, Huang Simi smiled until the fine lines at the end of her eyes appeared: "Ah Nian, thank you! No matter how absurd my ideas are, you will always support me without hesitation! I am very lucky!"

Fingers wrapped around her hair, Zhang Shennian shook his head, pursed his lips for a long time before sighing: "My silly girl, you were sold and counted the money - if you hadn't married me, you might not know where you are now Being a rich wife and enjoying the blessings, why worry about the inheritance of Qiong Opera and the future of Dongfang Qiong Opera Troupe every day? I am the lucky one!"

As he said that, Zhang Shennian couldn't help but sang with a playful expression: "Good wife, you will protect the Qiongju opera with all your heart; I hope it will come to an end. You always say that the treasures of the ancestors need to be carried forward, and the inheritance of Qiongju opera depends on us singing. Pity it, It was forgotten in the tide of the times, and it was replaced by the music of the wind. Thanks to you, you persisted in revising the script and racking your brains to promote it. Only then did the troupe develop vigorously, and the sparks of Qiongju opera were lit."

"Reading poetry and books should have broad knowledge, and Fu Lang shouldn't say such words. Qiongju opera is a good treasure, and it has power to be passed on from generation to generation. We should, personally, diligently create and never slacken; help it, the sky will rise, ride the wind and waves and set sail again."

After the couple sang the duet, they looked at each other, and they both saw the deep love in each other's eyes, and couldn't help hugging and smiling.

On the road of inheritance, there are many hardships, the most difficult thing is to stick to the original intention and not be disturbed by the outside world.

Whether it is Zhang Shennian or Huang Simei, their business is getting bigger and bigger and their achievements are getting higher and higher, but no matter where they are, how much wealth they have, and what status they are in, they have never forgotten the Qiongju opera inheritance in their hearts. The most important event!
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Meng Huaxiang, who came back from Thailand, was still full of excitement and excitement. After just half a month, she soon fell into a new round of worry.

Seeing that Huang Simei was about to open a teahouse again, Meng Huaxiang was so frightened that her hair almost stood on end: "This teahouse can be successful in the East for its daily operation, but will it still be popular in big cities like Sanya, Fucheng, and Yangpu?"

"Grandma, don't worry, don't worry about running a teahouse; we had a criminal record before, so we can learn from it and succeed quickly; just look, it is blooming, and the flowers are blooming everywhere!"

Huang Simei pretended to be mischievous while singing and dancing, and sat cross-legged in front of Meng Huaxiang, twisting her body into a unique pose, which made Meng Huaxiang laugh and scold: "You monkey grandson, you know how to make fun of me! "

She wanted to stop her son and daughter-in-law, but she didn't know where to start; let alone how to better inherit Qiongju.It can only be made by the children, and only hope that Qiongju can be passed down from generation to generation as Huang Simei said on the ship.

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Sitting in the backyard of the tea house in Erxian Village, Meng Huaxiang hugged her little granddaughter and fanned her to coax her to take a nap.

Today, in order to cooperate with Huang Simimei in the planning of the new teahouse, Zhang Shennian doesn't even care about the pre-sale of real estate in Sanya, and makes various plans with his wife at home every day. .

When the son came back, the whole family should have been joyous, but Meng Huaxiang was worried.

Seeing his son and daughter-in-law's handwriting in opening a teahouse in Sancheng, Haidao, Meng Huaxiang was anxious and anxious, tossing and turning every night.

I am afraid that my daughter-in-law will fail and be devastated; I am also afraid that she will go further and further away with the troupe, making Qiongju a "new sound of the times" full of copper stink.

Now that the spring breeze of the reform has greened the south bank of the river, life on the island is booming. The Dongfang Opera Troupe, which is traveling upstream, is still singing loud and melodious under the blessing of Huang Simmei's land reclamation and the opening of the teahouse. In the wooden attic, people crowded shoulder to shoulder.

However, no matter how hard Huang Simi tried to adapt excerpts, from Erxianling's "March [-]" to Dongfang's "Li Jinmeng", it was still not popular.

After returning from the tour in Thailand, Meng Huaxiang enthusiastically performed several rounds in Erxian Village and Oriental Triangle Park Tea House. In the end, the reaction was very different from that in Thailand.

Now in the two teahouses, the cadenced singing on the stage is gradually replaced by the tape recorder of popular songs.

At this moment, Meng Huaxiang is holding his granddaughter in his arms, and the lingering melody is lingering in his ears, and the deeper worries about Qiongju opera are cleared in his heart.

"The young lady in Chashan looks so pretty, oh yeah yeah she looks pretty, her ten fingertips are busy picking tea, oh yeah yeah yeah she's busy picking tea, she attracts butterflies to fly, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ay, busy picking tea Here comes the Chai Chai Lang on the opposite slope, ah Chai Chai Lang, ah Chai Chai Lang..."

Listening to these "outrageous" lyrics, Meng Huaxiang had to say to his granddaughter: "When Grandma took the theater troupe to Thailand to perform, it was more lively than a teahouse. These popular songs, babbling, where are we?" The background of Qiongju opera? "It seems that the skirt is fluttering, but it turns out that the wind blows the bamboo like a shadow." When you sing, you can see the mood of missing your lover; Explain the background of the story clearly...Ah Nong, you have to be a cultured person when you grow up, you can't just 'ahhhhhhhh' all day long..."

Zhang Wenqian fell into a drowsy sleep, and what lingered in her ears was the loud sound of "Ah, Chai Chai Lang, ah, Chai Chai Lang" from the tape recorder, mixed with grandma's grumbling complaints.

In a child’s world, there is no tomorrow, only the present. Grandma said that Qiongju is good, and she parroted "Qiongju is good"; Every time it made Meng Huaxiang laugh out loud, the melancholy in her heart would dissipate accordingly.

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The sky can be repaired, the sea can be filled, and the Nanshan can be moved, but the sun and the moon have passed, and they cannot be pursued again.

Time is like a galloping horse or a golden meteor, passing by like a white horse passing through the gap, and disappearing in a blink of an eye.

Huang Simei raced against time, planning her own "inheritance plan" day after day, step by step to promote the establishment of teahouses and fan clubs in various places for the camp.

(End of this chapter)