Chapter 234 The brave old Qin, restore my country
The "Viscount" flying from Shanghai to Yanjing landed smoothly at the Capital Airport. Li Xiaolin supported Li Yaotang and slowly walked down the boarding stairs. , I saw a group of people standing on the airport.
Dialects are also among them.
“Brother Bagong!”
“Brother Bagong!”
Amidst the shouts, Wan Jiabao took the lead and walked forward.
Li Yaotang was both moved and helpless: "Oh, I already told you that you don't need to pick me up at the airport, but you guys, why bother, why bother."
"Bagong, don't do this. Said. "
Zhang Guangnian brought Feng Mu and others to greet them with smiles.
Wan Jiabao said: "Brother Ba, are you seventy-eight this year?"
"Yes, seventy-eight." Li Yaotang said.
“I am seventy-two and you are seventy-eight. Together, we are one hundred and fifty years old, and we are still communicating. What a blessing. Brother Ba, you make me feel happy. You are my true friend! Old friend!”
“Hahaha!”
The elders chatted with the elders, and the juniors chatted with the juniors.
Li Xiaolin, Wan Fang and Fang Yan gathered together and chatted while walking, "Of all your opinions, Dad's favorite is 'Lingnan Literature'. He said that this kind of literature that deeply explores national culture and regional culture, It is viable and worth promoting..."
"Lingnan literature is just an empty shell now, just like the previous 'pure literature', without any representative works to support it."
Fang Yan said that when "The Great Master Huang Feihong" is published, Lingnan Literature will have a Only with the support of masterpieces can we go further.
Then, Lingnan literature developed, and this kind of literature rooted in national and regional culture had support and could go further.
One layer after another, it’s like a thousand-layer cake.
“Have you ever thought about defining this kind of literature that is ‘rooted’ in national and regional culture?”
Li Xiaolin asked curiously: "Or give it a name that is easy to understand, like reflective literature, Lingnan literature, or pure literature?"
"I haven't thought about it yet."
Fang Yan showed a mysterious smile, "We have to wait and see."
"What are you waiting for?"
Li Xiaolin and Wan Fang looked at each other.
Fang Yan smiled. It depends on whether "The Great Master Huang Feihong" can ignite the fire of Lingnan literature. Even if the fire of Lingnan literature is ignited, it still depends on whether it can spread across the country and drive the rise of local ethnic regions across the country. culture.
Let the bullets fly a little longer!
While the three of them were chatting animatedly, Li Yaotang and Wan Jiabao were looking at them calmly, especially in dialect.
“Xiao Fang has made progress again.”
Li Yaotang sighed with emotion.
"Yes, poetry, prose, novels..."
Wan Jiabao said with a smile: "In terms of drama, this time he helped a lot in "Shang Yang" and came up with a lot of ideas."
"The more you say that, the more I look forward to tomorrow's play."
Li Yaotang slowly leaned on his crutches.
“After reading the letters you wrote to me, I always wanted to come up with something. In the past, I was so exhausted that I either couldn’t write or the writing was difficult to read. I was really at a loss.”
Wan Jiabao said: "But I'm not willing to give in. I want to write something big before I die. Otherwise, I won't do it."
"Now that we're done, why don't we publish "Shang Yang"?"
Li Yaotang said a few words of comfort.
Wan Jiabao said: "This "Shang Yang", I hope Brother Ba will help me take a good look at it like he did "Thunderstorm"."
"Okay!"
Li Yaotang couldn't help but recall the scene when "Thunderstorm" was performed that year, which shocked the entire Shanghai.
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The next day, night gradually fell.
The People's Art Theater was particularly lively tonight. A sign was erected at the gate, which clearly read the play, "Shang Yang".
The performance tickets were sold out early.
Fortunately, Fang Yan bought a few tickets in advance and took Fang Hong and Fang Yan to meet Shen Shuang and Chen Xiaoman's family.
One after another, people entered the venue with tickets.
"Brother, why is it different from usual..."
Fang Yan looked forward and then around. There were many police officers and guards patrolling and guarding, and she couldn't help but make a mistake. murmur.
“Don’t ask what you shouldn’t ask.”
Before Fang Yan could open his mouth, Fang Hong scolded him.
Fang Yan saw her brother also had a serious face, she immediately pursed her lips and followed them in obediently.
I saw crowds of people, noisy and noisy.
Looking through the rows, you can find familiar faces in Dialect. The Federation of Literary and Art Circles, Writers Association, Publishing Bureau, and major mainstream newspapers and periodicals. The audience is almost all comrades who are related to culture.
“So many people!”
"Oh, what a scene!"
Fang Hong and the others couldn't help but exclaimed.
While they were talking, they each found their positions.
Fang Yan was placed in the third row, sitting next to Wan Fang and Li Xiaolin. The two people on the left and right were basically the creative staff behind the drama.
Wan Jiabao, Li Yaotang, Zhou Yang, Zhang Guangnian, and Feng Mu sat in the first row, and the middle seat was always empty.
After saying hello to Wan Fang and the others, Fang Yan said hello a few times to the familiar people around him, and then waited quietly for the performance to start.
At this moment, the whole place suddenly went into an uproar.
The old man, Hu Muqiao and others walked slowly and calmly.
"Pa bang bang."
Bursts of warm applause spread from the front to the backstage.
"What should I do? I'm so nervous."
Song Dandan clenched her fists and her palms were sweaty.
"Dandan, why don't you try jogging in place?"
Zhu Lu relayed the method taught by the dialect. Before going on stage, the actors are in a cold state and need to warm up.
For example, jogging in large circles, jumping jacks, leg raises...
"Really?!"
Song Dandan was surprised and happy, and immediately followed the instructions, walking quickly around Zhu Fu, "Lu'er, why is this method, Teacher Fang only follows you?" Why don't you tell us?"
"That's right!"
Jiang Wen added: "Teacher Fang really likes you."
"You guys. Don’t talk nonsense!”
Zhu Lu was eager to clarify for Fang Yan: "I took the initiative to ask Teacher Fang for advice. You are not like me. When I get on stage, I get nervous easily, my mind goes blank, my body becomes stiff, and I often forget my lines..."
Just when Jiang Wen was about to open his mouth, the lights dimmed.
It means that the performance is about to start.
The originally noisy sounds in the theater fell silent in a short time, and with the announcer announcing the curtain, the curtain opened.
The first scene is the defeat of the Qin army. When Qin Xiangong was dying, he called Bao Guoan, who played "Qin Xiaogong", and Zheng Rong, who played "Ying Qian", over. They were both sad and angry. Explained dully.
Don’t forget the country’s hatred!
We must avenge Qin!
Watching Bao Guoan's performance, Fang Yan seemed to see Cao Cao, who dared to stab Dong Zhuo at night, full of passion and courage.
At this moment, Cao Aman’s soul is possessed!
Bao Guoan is not fighting alone!
Even under tremendous pressure, Bao Guo'an has not made any mistakes in his performance so far, and in the third act of Qin Dynasty's "Long Zhong Duo", he had a hearty performance with Lan Tianye's "Wei Yang" The rivalry scenes made the audience hooked.
“The paradigm of the Wei State is the strength of its armored soldiers and wealth!” “The paradigm of the Qi State is the strength of its wise kings and officials!”
“The paradigm of the Chu State is the strength of its vast mountains and rivers. ! ”
“But these three powers are not fundamentally strong and are not worthy of imitation.”
"..."
"Only strong for a while, not strong in the long run. If you meet a wise king, you will be strong, if you meet a regular king, you will be weak, and if you meet a faint king, you will perish."
As the plot continues to develop, The old man looked at Lan Tianye to his left and Bao Guo'an to his right, and finally his eyes gradually focused on Bao Guo'an, especially when he said "the white horse and the black horse theory".
“It’s true!”
“It doesn’t matter whether it’s a black cat or a white cat, as long as it can catch mice, it’s a good cat.”
The old man patted the chair handle with great satisfaction.
Hu Muqiao noticed his look and couldn't help but realize it. Taking advantage of the 15-minute break, he immediately came over.
"Let me see these things about stupid melon seeds."
The old man said that he should "put it aside" and "take a look."
Hu Muqiao silently remembered in his heart that "Shang Yang", a magnificent reform drama, would once again blow the wind of reform.
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Back from the intermission, the fun continues.
The "Wei Yang" played by Lan Tianye, and the old clansmen such as Qianlong and Du Zhi, faced each other tit for tat in the court, refusing to give in to each other.
"I heard!"
"If the benefit is not enough, the method will not change! If the merit is not ten, the weapon will not change!"
"There is no fault in the ancient law, and there is no evil in following the rituals!"
"Qianlong" played by Gu Wei, said the words of the chapter "Updating the Law" in "The Book of Shang Jun", vowing to stick to the old system and respect it to the death. Ancient method.
"If we had different religions in the previous life, how can we follow ancient laws?
If emperors do not return to each other, how can we follow the etiquette!"
Lan Tianye's eyes were like torches, and he immediately retorted.
After a dispute broke out between the reformers and the conservatives in the court, Yimu Lixin and Gongzi Qian cut off their noses. The fierce conflicts were like waves in a storm, with climaxes rising one after another.
Scene after scene, wave after wave.
It was not until Qin Xiaogong died and Shang Yang's chariot broke apart that calm gradually returned. The atmosphere in the entire hall fell into a faint sadness because of the deaths of Qin Xiaogong and Shang Yang.
However, just when most viewers thought it would end in such a tragedy, King Qin Huiwen, played by Jiang Wen, faced many Qin soldiers, pointed his sword to the east, and shouted in a rough voice:
"Qin! Go east!"
"Come out from the east! Come out from the east!"
In this last scene, the Qin soldiers played by Chen Daoming, Zhang Guangbei and others sang in unison as they walked:
" Jiujiu, the old Qin, fight against the national calamity together.”
“We will fight until we die!”
“Jiujiu, the old Qin, fight against our country.”
"We will fight until the blood dries out!"
Following this, female voices sounded in the voice-over.
"There is the Great Qin in the west, and it is rising like the sun."
"A hundred years of national hatred, vicissitudes of life are difficult to overcome!"
In the sound of music, Lu Shi, Zhu Fu and others , Song Dandan and other Qin female characters returned to the stage one after another, singing in unison.
"There is the Great Qin in the west, and it is rising like the sun. A hundred years of national hatred, and the vicissitudes of life are difficult to end!"
Hearing "a hundred years of national hatred", Li Yaotang and others immediately thought of the century of national humiliation since the Opium War.
Then, men and women sang together, the sound was overwhelming and resounded throughout the hall:
"How can peace be found in the chaos of the world! Qin has sharp men, who can compete with them!"
Listen to the impassioned singing. Li Yaotang was suddenly startled by the singing:
"This paragraph is not in "The Fission of the Qin Dynasty". Who wrote this piece!"
"Who else can write such words except Xiao Fang."
Wan Jiabao smiled and said: "Brother Ba, what do you think?"
"Majestic momentum! Magnificent momentum!"
Li Yaotang felt the momentum coming towards him, clapped his hands and exclaimed, his emotions Get excited.
"This was his idea. He wrote a lyrics specifically for this purpose, and then asked a comrade named 'Zhao Jiping' to compose the music."
Wan Jiabao showed a satisfied smile: "The song is called " "Jiujiu Lao Qin", I think it is the finishing touch!"
Li Yaotang said: "The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and it will be the destiny of young people like Xiaofang in the future! "Yes, it's good to be young, energetic and creative," Wan Jiabao said, "Every time I sit in front of the mirror, I feel like a teenager. , I have the urge to break the glass mirror, but I just can’t get over it, oh, I’m old, I’m old.”
“Not old at all.”
Li Yaotang comforted him: "Tolstoy wrote "Resurrection" at that age, and you wrote "Shang Yang" at this age. The days to come are still long, and you can write a few more."
“Then it depends on whether there is a good blueprint.”
Wan Jiabao said seriously, "It can be said that without yesterday's "The Fission of Qin", there would be no today's "Shang Yang"."
The singing gradually came to an end, and Chen Daoming, Zhang Guangbei and other Qin soldiers faced the audience below. , shouting:
"Wind! Wind!"
"East wind! East wind!"
"Wind! Wind!"
"East wind! East wind!"
The murderous aura swept over me.
Especially the word "east wind" shocked everyone in the audience and couldn't help but think of "the east wind prevails over the west wind".
Li Xiaolin was greatly shocked and couldn't wait to say: "Yanzi, where did this 'wind' and 'east wind' come from?"
"Of course it was created."
Dialect said: "In ancient times, when fighting, you must shout some sounds, like beating drums and ringing gold, especially in the wilderness, it must be It was conveyed with human voice, even the charging soldiers had to shout, so I discussed it with my husband and finally confirmed it as 'wind' and 'dongfeng'."
Wan Fang added: "My father's evaluation at the time was, 'Nothing is immortal when the wind blows'"
"Okay!"
Li Xiaolin could feel the invincibility of the Qin army, and the audience present could also feel the majesty of the Qin army.
The drama, which lasted for more than three hours, finally ended with such a roar, leaving the audience with an emptiness after the climax.
Everyone seems to have entered the time of the wise, and they can't help but think about it. If the Qin army were us, then this "east departure"...
"Ba is very comfortable!"
< br>The old man’s eyes flashed, his mood was high, and he clapped his hands.
"Bah."
"Bah bang bang."
Gradually, the audience applauded spontaneously, and some people even stood up while applauding to express their love and admiration for this drama.
More and more audiences stood up in the theater, and the applause became more and more enthusiastic. At the climax, it was like a mountain roaring and a tsunami.
Until the actors finished their curtain call, the curtain on the stage slowly closed, and the applause of the audience on the stage continued.
The applause lasted for more than ten minutes, and the audience expressed their love for "Shang Yang" in this way.
"Brother Wan, congratulations on adding another classic!"
Li Yaotang also stood and clapped his hands.
“I used to want to write something really good, but I couldn’t write it.”
“At the age of 72, I finally wrote something big again! ”
Wan Jiabao looked at the closed curtain on the stage, his eyes shining with hope, and he said:
"I am so crazy that I want to break the glass mirror, but give me back my youthful redness!"
(End of this chapter)