Qiong Yin lingers

Chapter 54 Peripheral Figures
After graduation, Zhong Lihua devoted all her efforts to Li Jin. After becoming the heir, she was also worried like Huang Simi, lest Li Jin's inheritance would be broken.

Seeing that Li Jin can be so innovative and make all kinds of dolls now, she is happier than Huang Simimei and Zhang Wenqian: "It turns out that Li Jin can't just make clothes!"

Zhang Wenqian had an idea and gave Zhong Lihua a lot of suggestions to expand Li Jin's promotion.

With the sales promotion of Li Brocade Clothing, Zhong Lihua has learned a lot of business knowledge from Huang Simmei over the years.

Now with Zhang Wenqian’s guidance, she immediately inferred a lot of brocade handicrafts: Tianya Haijiao commemorative brocade small backpack, commemorative clothing embroidered with Luhuitou, March [-]rd brocade clothing and accessories, backpacks and so on.

In her words, "one knows everything", Qiong Opera is thriving, and Li Jin is also flourishing.

Huang Simi was also very pleased to see such a scene, and her expectations for her daughter were raised a bit: "Your dad and I are both old and outdated, and can't keep up with the pace of this era. The future of Qiong Opera depends on your On the shoulders. A strong youth makes a country strong, and Qiongju opera is the same. If you are good, Qiongju opera will be good."

Listening to her mother's emotional words, Zhang Wenqian couldn't help comforting her: "You and Dad have put in so much hard work, I'm just continuing them. As Grandma said, Qiong Opera and Li Jin are left by our ancestors. The treasure that comes down is worthy of our carrying forward and passing on!"

Standing side by side, mother and daughter both share the same firm belief: let Qiongju be passed on from generation to generation.

*
In a blink of an eye, [-], the millennium.

Like the previous "[-] is the end of the world" rumors, rumors that the world will be destroyed in the millennium are still raging.

Zhang Shennian called his son and told him to go home for the New Year, and the answer he got was that he couldn't go home for the New Year because of the heavy workload of his graduation thesis.

Sitting by the phone, Huang Simei always felt that something was wrong, but she was afraid of delaying her son's study, so she could only keep telling her son to pay attention to her health.

Zhang Wenqian was at home during the holidays, and made several new anime series with her father.

One day when she raised her head suddenly, she saw that Zhang Shennian's temple hair was mottled a lot. She couldn't help but feel sour in her eyes, and her eyes fell off: in her memory, her father seemed to be the strong man who put himself on his neck, How did he suddenly grow old?
Looking carefully at his father's side face, Zhang Wenqian discovered that not only his temple hair was gray, but there were also wrinkles on his forehead one after another.

Just like when she was a child, Zhang Wenqian couldn't help snuggling into her father's arms, only to find that her father's originally broad shoulders had become thinner now.

Tears fell on her father's shoulders, and Zhang Wenqian sobbed silently.

Zhang Shennian was taken aback, and repeatedly asked his daughter if she was tired, and asked her to go to rest quickly.

Zhang Wenqian wiped her eyes and sat down again: "Abba, you and Aunt must be fine!"

Huang Simimei, who came to inquire, shook her head again and again: "What a man! You can cry every now and then!"

Sniffing, Zhang Wenqian gritted her teeth, silently picked up the mouse, and discussed the details of animation with her father.

*
The wooden attic of the Oriental Tea House has experienced wind and rain year after year. The outer wooden wall has changed from the original light wooden yellow to dark wooden red, exuding a simple atmosphere. The luxuriance has increased year after year, and has completely covered the wooden fence.

From a distance, it looks like a red and green courtyard surrounded by a small lonely attic.

Although the Dongfang hotels in various cities have become special check-in places, and now a five-story villa has been built next to the Dongfang Teahouse in Erxian Village, the Dongfang Teahouse still retains its original appearance.

Zhong Lihua led the students of the Li Brocade Workshop in the backyard of the attic day after day: holding the loom in both hands, supporting the splendid culture of the Li nationality;

Huang Simimei leads the Dongfang Qiong Opera Troupe and has been rehearsing new plays for decades like a day, producing excerpts: skillfully attracting phoenixes, promoting traditional culture with loyalty and protecting intangible cultural heritage;

Standing in front of the yard, Zhang Wenqian looked at the vibrant Oriental Teahouse, feeling filled with emotion: Dad is right!The inheritance of Qiongju Opera and Li Brocade is by no means a simple learning and dissemination of skills, but more importantly, the inheritance of its cultural core and spiritual power.

In the past six months, Zhang Wenqian has studied the inheritance of global drama documents, read countless precious books, and began to re-examine the efforts of her parents in inheriting Qiong Opera and Li Jin. She is also seriously thinking about how to break through the original rules and let Qiong Opera flourish. splendor.

"Aqian, someone is looking for you at the door!"

Zhang Wenqian put down the sweet potato, walked to the gate of the teahouse, and saw Xu Junzhe on a heavy truck and motorcycle.

Taking off the helmet, Xu Junzhe shook the same style of Aaron Kwok's hair in the 90s: "Let's go for a drive?"

Since the last car accident, they became "pen pals". In the past six months, Xu Junzhe has been communicating with her by letter and mobile phone.

Taking a step back, Zhang Wenqian breathed heavily: "No! I don't like going for a ride!"

Because of Meng Huaxiang's death, Zhang Wenqian instinctively developed a great fear of the word "ride" and all motor vehicles.

In the past six months, although Xu Junzhe has been encouraging her to go to psychological counseling, in Zhang Wenqian's view, it seems that she is thinking that she is a psychopath and has been resisting.

Xu Junzhe frowned, and stared at her with lowered eyes: "If you don't face up to this fear, you will be locked in a small black room by it for the rest of your life."

Zhang Wenqian shrank back a step, and ran back into the house with a pale face.

Xu Junzhe shook his head helplessly, took out his mobile phone and apologized to Zhang Wenqian: "I'm sorry! I shouldn't force you!"

Lying on the bed, Zhang Wenqian breathed rapidly, as if she had returned to the day when the incident happened.

Zhang Wenqian kept thinking that if she hadn't been driving for a drive by herself, nothing would happen, grandma wouldn't have a heart attack if nothing happened, and grandma wouldn't die if she didn't get a heart attack...

Countless times in the middle of the night, she woke up startled from her sleep. In the dream, it was her desperate hope that every day would not work, and the earth should not respond.

Maybe, what Xu Junzhe said was right, she couldn't get out because she didn't dare to face it squarely.

*
After taking a cold shower, Zhang Wenqian changed into loose sportswear and called Zhang Shennian: "Father, I want to go for a drive, can you take me on the road first?"

The expression on Zhang Chennian's face froze for a moment, but he quickly came to his senses.

After entering the house and taking the car keys, Zhang Shennian took his daughter out.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Zhang Shennian's expression was indifferent, showing no signs of happiness or anger.

Stepping on the accelerator, the car rushed out of the garage door, went straight to the Second Ring Road, and sped towards the asphalt road by the sea.

If you want to practice driving, you have to go to Huanhai Road where there are few people.

Along the way, the father and daughter were silent until they saw the blue waves.

Zhang Shennian and his daughter changed seats, with a solemn expression on their faces: "Driving, you must concentrate on it. It's the same as singing in an opera. When you appear on the stage, you have to become a character in the play. You are happy when you are happy, and you are sad when you are sad."

The haze of Meng Huaxiang's death still hangs over the heads of the father and daughter. It seems that the clouds have calmed down, but it pops up from time to time, beating their hearts, making them uneasy.

Holding the steering wheel, Zhang Wenqian's whole body was trembling slightly, and her voice was a little fluttering: "Abba, I'm sorry! If it wasn't for me, Grandma wouldn't have died."

Zhang Shenqing sighed: "Birth, old age, sickness and death are all predestined. This may be the karma between you and your grandma. She loved you the most since she was a child, and what she most wants to see is that you grow up, get married and have children, and be happy." Live healthy."

Patting his daughter on the shoulder, Zhang Shennian didn't speak any more, but everything was kept silent.

Thinking about every step of starting the car, Zhang Wenqian stepped on the accelerator, vowing to bid farewell to her past.

Zhang Chennian was sitting in the passenger seat, with the sound of the wind in his ears, and the smell of the ocean, lap after lap, Zhang Wenqian drove tirelessly.

Zhang Shennian silently let the sea breeze blow, and the haze in the hearts of the father and daughter was driven away bit by bit.

When the car passed the Xiaogao Bridge where the accident happened and slowly drove into the garage of the Oriental Tea House, Zhang Wenqian knew that she had finally overcome the boundless fear in her heart and passed that hurdle.

Zhang Shennian didn't make a sound, just hugged his daughter who threw herself into his arms, let her tears soak his front, and gently patted her on the back to comfort her silently.

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In [-], Xiaohan.

On the TV, the announcer announced in a straight voice: "On January 2010, 1, the State Council issued "Several Opinions of the State Council on Promoting the Construction and Development of Hainan International Tourism Island". So far, the construction of Hainan International Tourism Island has officially entered the right track. As a major strategic deployment of the country, my country will initially build Hainan into a world-class island resort for leisure and tourism in 4, making it an open island, green island, civilized island, and harmonious island.”

Zhang Shennian's real estate company rose with the tide, and once ranked among the leading ranks in the country.

But his mind is almost entirely on the promotion of traditional culture of Qiong Opera and Li Jin.

After officially resigning from the CEO position of various commercial companies, Zhang Shennian not only went to the Qiongju Opera Academy to teach in person, but also brought Huang Simmei into the school to teach primary school students singing.

Not only that, but together with his daughter Zhang Wenqian, he is actively exploring new forms of cultural communication.

In order to do a good job in the animation Qiongju series, not only did I personally learn computer animation design, but also learned dubbing.

Even Zhang Wenqian was amazed at his enthusiasm.

In the words of Li Wang Yunfei, it is like an old tree with new branches and new vitality.

*
In a blink of an eye, New Year's Eve in [-].

The family of three sat down and looked at the table full of fried suckling pig, white-cut chicken, pork belly with sauerkraut, and longevity fish... I always felt that the huge villa was a little empty.

With two people missing, the taste of home is less than half.

Zhang Shennian smiled and rubbed his hands, lit firecrackers, and shouted loudly in the smoke of sparks: "Gong Xi Fa Cai! New Year, New Year!"

During the Spring Festival Gala, there were songs and dances. Zhang Wenqian just grabbed a handful of melon seeds after the meal, when her mother knocked melon seeds: "This is for hospitality. You are a prospective Qiong opera actor, is it reasonable to eat melon seeds?"

Watching her mother put away the melon seeds, Zhang Wenqian had no choice but to peel an orange, but her mother confiscated it on the grounds of fire. In the end, she could only hold the fruit plate and stand in front of the TV.

Zhang Shennian and Huang Simimei both wondered secretly: Zhang Wenqian has always been unimpressed with the Spring Festival Gala, especially the sketches, which may be due to differences between the north and the south, and she always feels that she can't find a laughing point.

However, to watch the Spring Festival Gala so seriously today, if something goes wrong, there must be a demon.

The husband and wife looked at each other, as if they had grown up on the sofa.

Zhang Wenqian turned her head in puzzlement, and kept persuading them to go back to the room to watch their own TV. Usually, on New Year's Eve, when the TV in the living room was showing the Spring Festival Gala, Zhang Shennian and Huang Simimei would go back to the room to watch the Qiong Opera Spring Festival Gala on the provincial TV station.

But today, for the first time in history, these two people are actually guarding the living room, which is really disturbing.

Just as Zhang Wenqian wanted to pretend to be sleepy and turn off the TV, Zhang Shennian snatched the remote control: "You go upstairs to sleep with you, and we also want to watch the Spring Festival Gala to understand what young people like nowadays. Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you do a good Qiongju opera Inheritance work!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he listened to the TV. The host of the Spring Festival Gala announced the next program in a correct voice: "Next, please enjoy the song and dance performance "Magnificent China" brought by the new generation actor and singer Zhang Wenxuan!"

Zhang Shennian and Huang Simi were stunned for a moment, their eyes seemed to be on the TV, and their eyeballs were fixed on the screen motionless.

As the camera zoomed in bit by bit, Zhang Wenxuan's familiar but unfamiliar face appeared in front of his eyes, and the husband and wife turned their heads stiffly and looked at each other slowly.

Soon, the eyes of the two re-locked on Zhang Wenqian: "You knew it earlier?"

Zhang Wenqian waved her hands again and again: "No! I don't know anything!"

Just as she raised her foot and wanted to run, Huang Simei pressed her directly on the sofa: "Say! What's going on with your brother?!"

Hao Duanduan's son, who is studying finance in the UK, suddenly appeared on the stage of CCTV's Spring Festival Gala, with the prefix still "actor, singer".

No problem!
Under the coercion and temptation of her parents' mixed doubles, Zhang Wenqian could only tell the whole story: It turned out that after Zhang Wenxuan arrived in the UK, he only took two years to complete all courses in finance and successfully obtained a degree certificate.

He originally wanted to get a direct Ph.D., but after spending three months studying the EMBA jointly organized by China and the UK, he directly chose to give up the postgraduate and Ph.D. quotas, diverted to South Korea, and became a trainee.

In his own words: He has sailed through the ocean of knowledge, and now he just wants to venture into the entertainment industry.

Because he is well aware of his parents' conservative traditions, the news of his debut halfway has been kept secret.

If Zhang Wenqian, a pig teammate, hadn't taken the initiative to expose on New Year's Eve, neither Zhang Shennian nor Huang Simei would have known that her son has already debuted for two years and has become a new generation of traffic niche.

Under the guidance of Zhang Wenqian, the two logged in and registered on Weibo.

Looking at the line of "actor and singer" certified by big V under the son's name, the husband and wife felt sad.

Looking at it again, with 800 million fans, the husband and wife don't know how to feel: Should they be happy that their son has grown in a new field in the entertainment industry?Or should he be angry that his son didn't follow his father's business and go home to inherit the property, and he didn't go home to carry forward Qiong Opera?

Zhang Wenqian clicked on the trending search and handed it to her parents, and the following was full of enthusiastic fans.

"Brother flies boldly, Xuanfan will always be with you!"

"Brother's look tonight is so cool and charming, AWSL brother beat me!"

"My brother's singing skills are as stable as ever, and the real singing and dancing scene is like a rainbow. He is worthy of being a powerful deity who has sung since childhood!"

……

These online vocabulary, Zhang Shennian and Huang Simimei have only a half-knowledge.

But it can be seen that the fans really love their son.

After a while, the husband and wife realized that they had been so busy "extorting a confession" just now that they hadn't had time to hear how their son was singing.

Zhang Wenqian and her mother looked at each other, and immediately clicked on the online sync cut and handed it to her: "One thing to say, my brother's singing level is amazing!"

Zhang Shennian's face was ashen, looking at his son who was singing and dancing on the screen, the expression on his face changed again and again.

In the East, the plan for a year begins on the first day of the lunar new year, when New Year's Eve begins. It is necessary to say auspicious words and do auspicious things.

Huang Simimei was worried that Zhang Shennian would be angry and have a bad year, so she quickly took his hand: "I read on the Internet that my son has suddenly emerged, and he is an excellent representative of young actors... It can be seen that he has not forgotten the lessons of his ancestors."

Zhang Shennian didn't take it seriously, and the anger in his eyes was burning: "Hmph, I think his wings are stiff, and he didn't even tell his family about such a big matter of changing his career."

Although they couldn't intervene in their careers when the child was old, Zhang Shennian had discussed with them from the very beginning that Zhang Wenxuan would take over the family business and Zhang Wenqian would take over the Dongfang Qiong Opera Troupe.

Now, one transferred to study screenwriting, the other entered the entertainment industry, and the other refused to listen to persuasion. How could he swallow this breath?
(End of this chapter)