son-in-law

Chapter 30 Galan Rain
"...If you come to me, you will immediately be the chief shopkeeper of the Su family. All the resources of the third room of the Su family can be allocated by you. How many requests do you have? As long as we can do it, we will naturally agree to you. , If you can manage these resources well, the second sister is only a woman after all, and she will not be able to take over the big house in the future. If you want to get her, there are naturally many ways... My father said that you are a smart person, and everyone knows that you are smart. People, we have sincerity here, there is no need to say extra words, just think about it for yourself..."

Su Wenji's voice sounded in the wind and snow. In fact, he was already ready to tell him.Among the several shopkeepers in the Su family's big house, Xi Junyu is shrewd and strong, and has always been the most dazzling one. Although he is not comparable to a few old people in terms of qualifications now, there are not many people who can support half of the Su family in the future. Doubtful, even most people said that this Xi Junyu was originally a candidate for the top-ranking exam in the study, and the Wu family spent a lot of money to invite him to the past, but he did not agree. He would stay in the Su family, in fact, it was just for this second young lady, Su Tan'er.

That's why, since Su Tan'er got married, Su Yunfang and Su Wenji have been trying to get close to each other and show good intentions.Su Wenji knows that he can't do it, but he has always called himself Su Wuji, a corporal of courtesy, and he treats capable people extremely favorably. That's it." This attitude has also been praised by many outsiders.

However, Xi Junyu watched him for a while after listening to what he said. After a while, he slapped his palm on his shoulder, still shaking his head and sneering amid Su Wenji's doubts: "Qi Shao, don't be naive... …”

"This is your best chance...you know what I'm saying is true."

Unable to understand the other party's thoughts, Su Wenji was also confused by the other party's attitude. Xi Junyu patted his hand on his shoulder with a lot of force, so he had to repeat these words. After a while, he saw that Xi Junyu sighed.

"Heh, Seventh Young Master, it's a good thing to be polite and worthy of people. I know this is what the third master taught you. If you can't manage it, you don't need to point fingers. This is also a tricky method, but you don't understand. If one day the two of your subordinates disagree, but you don’t even have the ability or prestige to make a decision, how can you use people!”

Looking at the man in front of him, Xi Junyu felt amused.Su Wenji thought for a while: "At least... Wouldn't this be a good thing for you instead!"

Xi Junyu shook his head: "I, Xi Junyu, will not stand with those who are doomed to fail."

After he finished saying this, he turned around and left. Seeing the figure striding away, Su Wenji hesitated for a while, and finally realized one thing: "You are angry! You are angry!"

"This sentence is a bit of progress." Xi Junyu said indifferently, and then waved his hand without looking back, the snowflakes seemed to explode in the air, "Wake up, Qi Shao, you can't fight Su Tan'er. , From the beginning, she didn't take you all seriously!"

In the snowstorm, Su Wenji stared dumbfounded as the figure in the black shirt strode away. After a while, he frowned and suppressed his anger. Although he thought about so many contacts, this seemed to be the first time that Xi Junyu had changed. Losing control and anger, there should be a turning point, but because of Xi Junyu's few words, the unhappy mood could not be suppressed, and then he punched the tree trunk next to him.

He is not very strong. He usually punches like this, but it only hurts. At this time, he is ready for the pain. He gritted his teeth and shook his hands in the air a few times. The shoulders were also covered with snow.Angrily raised his head and looked up, his eyes immediately became stunned, his mouth opened, and a look of horror was about to appear...

From a distance, the figure under the tree punched the tree, and the tree swayed a few times, and then... bang- woo-

The white and green color drowned the figure, two hands and one foot swaying and struggling on the snowdrift.

After a while, the voice of the maid came from there: "Someone--someone--the Seventh Young Master is buried in the snow--"

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"...Listen to youth, welcome laughter, envy many people,
The annals of history, gentle and unwilling, are too cruel to write.

Fireworks are easy to get cold, people are easy to divide,
And you're asking if I'm still serious...

Thousands of years later, with deep love in the world, who else is waiting,

And Qing Shi, how can it not be true, Wei Shu Luoyang City.

If you are following, past life passed,
Stained with red dust, follow me, wander for a lifetime..."

The strings of the violin rumbled softly, and each sound was like a gentle stream of water. The woman's voice was shallow. In her singing, there were groping, contemplation, and doubts. In her singing, she combined some of the monophonic singing methods in ordinary lyrics and sings. The turning points that Ning Yi had just taught her were preserved, the tune was not high, and it was soft and long like wine.

The man peeled off the eggshell of the duck egg in such a song, and the amber-like color gradually appeared in the air as the eggshell fell. It appeared in front of people for the first time, and was then placed in the porcelain bowl in front of it, with patterns in the amber egg white.When Ning Yi listened to Nie Yunzhu's singing of "Jia Lan Yu", which was quite different from the original, he could vaguely feel a hint of ancient rhythm.

Even in this era, many times what I see and hear is still a simple life, simple and boring. I walk along the Qinhuai River on weekdays, and those buildings and boats are not as good-looking as they are photographed on TV, and the roads are all dirty and messy. .Such things as ancient rhyme are naturally a specific state of mind, just like he looked at the lights in Su's yard every night, like when the bright moon was there when he taught Xiaochan to sing that day, like the comfort inside and outside the small building amid the pouring rain He thought that the ancient rhyme would come out of his heart many years later.After all, he is a modern person, and this kind of state of mind is the most precipitation of the breath of time, like poetry and wine.

After listening to this song quietly, Nie Yunzhu was also a little hesitant to speak.She had never heard such a folk slang song before, but there was no such strange singing method among those songs that could be considered elegant.Since the millennium, the music has always followed the path of monophonic music. Even after the millennium, the singing style pursued by every local opera is actually based on the momentum and charm. To talk about changes, it is far better than the combination of various styles of modern music. It's complicated. After singing this song, Nie Yunzhu's skill can naturally clearly feel the complicated changes pursued in the song. In a sense, this kind of simple and superficial pursuit is on the other hand. The music is almost evil, but for her, it does have a lot of shock and inspiration.

On the other hand, the lyrics are a little too plain, and some parts seem to be suspected of piecing together... She looked at Ning Yi.Maybe it's random, but it's like saying something at random, inadvertently pursuing interesting lyrics, and finally spelling out such a song.It's just that even so, it's really amazing, the scattered and plain words actually have some vague artistic conception, and it is like a cynical game.Before that, Nie Yunzhu had never thought that one day he would be a little overwhelmed by such a piece of music and confused.

"Young master's singing method, but is it a random piece made on weekdays?" Although it is unbelievable, it can only be like this. If you are really familiar with the rhythm, I am afraid that it will never become like this if you make up a folk song.

"Can you listen?"

"Strange, but interesting." Nie Yunzhu thought about it for a while, chose words carefully, and then smiled, "It's just... I'm afraid I can only have fun on weekdays, or sing at random when two or three friends gather, er... I'm afraid..."

She was a little hard to say, Ning Yi laughed: "I can't wait for the elegant hall, hehe." He paused for a while, "But I just liked it originally. Listen to it and find it interesting."

Ning Yi has always been easy-going in his actions, and Nie Yunzhu has long been used to it. Seeing his attitude at this time, the doubts and confusion in his heart have disappeared. It's just a weird song. It's just to make people feel happy.She had a deep understanding of the way of rhythm, and she also had some rules and bottom lines that needed to be defended.But at this time, he was no longer surprised by what was happening in front of him, he only felt that the other party was supposed to be like this.

"Actually, it sounds nice." She nodded with a smile, "It's just... I've never heard of such lyrics and music before. If I want to use a new score, I have to study it for a few days..."

Ning Yi nodded with a smile: "Oh, of course, I'm not in a hurry. In fact, it feels good to hear it once. It was very good just now."

"Young master has won the award. In fact, there are many places where you can't perform your singing skills..." Nie Yunzhu said, then looked at the duck eggs in the bowl, "Why is this salted duck eggs like this?"

"This is Songhua Egg. You can name it Emerald Egg, Onyx Egg, Rich Egg or something... I'll give you a taste of this jar. I'll take this jar and sell it at a higher price in the future. There should be business all over the world. There should be only this one, there are no other branches..."

Ning Yi smiled and introduced Songhua Eggs. He originally asked Nie Yunzhu to pickle two jars of [-] eggs, but at this time he only planned to take one jar away.Anyway, he just wanted to eat this, and it would be the same for anyone selling it. Nie Yunzhu knew music, and he would have to ask her to compose music in the future. It was an investment.

After a small push, Nie Yunzhu had to accept it. After chatting for a while, Nie Yunzhu found a few straw ropes from the kitchen to tie the small jar. Ning Yi mentioned the tile altar to leave, and Nie Yunzhu took him outside the door. , and returned to the room shortly after.

"It's raining, and the old hometown is full of grass and trees..."

Softly pondering and humming the song, Nie Yunzhu walked to the table, looked at the paper manuscript with the lyrics written on it, then picked up the Songhua Egg in the bowl, opened his teeth lightly, took a bite, chewed it carefully, still in his mouth He hummed the lyrics word by word.

Never heard weird lyrics, never tasted the taste of duck eggs, these things poured into my heart.When Ning Yi was here, his heart was quiet, but at this moment it became a little chaotic for some reason.

"The mottled city gates are entrenched with old tree roots, and what echoes on the slate is to wait..."

"It's raining, and the old hometown is full of grass and trees..."

"The sound of the shepherd's flute on the outskirts of the city fell in that wild village, and fate took root..."

"I heard that you are always alone..."

"Stained with red dust, follow me, wander for a lifetime..."

The soft voice just hummed lightly, but she remembered many things in her mind, remembering the scene when the two of them came back with the cart together, she put down the Songhuadan in her hand, walked to the door, opened it gently, and the wind and snow cheered from outside. When she came in, she stood there and looked over on the road into the distance. The figure in the blue robe held an oil-paper umbrella and drifted away in the wind and snow, leaving only the last blurred image.

"Stained with red dust..."

My heart was pounding, I felt like I was standing at the door of the red dust, my chest was slightly heaving, my thoughts were flooding, sometimes I felt that the mood in the lyrics was unspeakable, and sometimes I felt that there was something else, dong dong dong, dong dong Boom, I beat hard in my heart, and then I feel like I'm thinking too much.

"Young Master Ning is an upright gentleman, he should just write words at will... Nie Yunzhu..."

"Nie Yunzhu, Nie Yunzhu, Nie Yunzhu..."

The figure in the distance had long since disappeared in the wind and snow. She closed the door, pursed her lips, and walked back to the round table to sit down. It was true that she thought too much.She put her hands on her face, turned her head to look at the lyrics, sang a few words softly in her mouth, then lay down again, resting her chin on the folded hands, and looked over, the Songhuadan that took a bite was Not far away, a shimmer of light came in from outside the door, and on the amber-like color, there was a sparkling glow.

She just lay there, staring blankly at the crystal clear color for a while. In the dimly lit room, the little girl seemed to...

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PS: It seems that some people always think that the ancients are so ancient, they seem to be full of classical Chinese style in their gestures, so modern songs are not welcome and in any case will be regarded as heresy.Let me talk about it here. The ancients, in the pre-Qin period, they talked in the format of classical Chinese on weekdays, but when the Tang Dynasty began, it basically became vernacular, and classical Chinese was just a form of writing.These vernaculars are actually similar to what we have now. The vernacular such as Water Margin can represent some of them, but whether it is a vernacular or not, since it has become a book, the way of speaking in these vernacular books is actually compared to the real speech at that time. Zou a little bit.During the Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, especially in the Ming Dynasty, official notices required the use of vernacular.

So don’t really think that the ancients must be different from us. Of course, modern songs can’t wait for the elegant hall in the ancient times. If you want to say that I am elegant, it is impossible, but private entertainment between two or three people is really nothing. event.Moreover, the lyrics and singing methods of modern songs are different from those of ancient times. If you compare the various repertoires of Peking Opera and Yue Opera, you will find the differences. The ancient singing methods go in different directions. Therefore, the more complicated and strange singing methods may not be suitable for them. But in private, I find it interesting and innovative, and this should not be difficult to understand.What's more... People MM have a good impression first...

I don't pursue any pure ancient rhyme. For example, since you write ancient prose, you must follow the ancient method to give people an ancient feeling. Some people even say don't invent this way, don't invent that way, and keep the original flavor. Antiquity - I don't pursue these.The stories I want to write aren't some kind of "ancient officialdom writing", "ancient writing about hegemony", "ancient farming writing", and "ancient martial arts writing", I don't pursue routines.If you want to define this article, it is very simple: a series of things that happened when a modern person went back to ancient times... As long as it is possible and interesting, I will not shy away from it. If you go back to ancient times, you will Don't you miss TV?Don't you miss the song?Don't you miss MSG?He must be a modern person first. I will never make the protagonist become an ancient person for some ancient rhyme. That would be unreasonable. My ancient rhyme should be displayed from other aspects. A "modern person" returns to the "ancient". It is a dramatic conflict, both modern and ancient are equally important.

I only pursue the rationality of human nature, give him an environment, and I will let him happen when it may happen. As mentioned above, I let the song appear based on such a series of considerations. I have thought about these, I know the ancient people Speak in vernacular, so that's enough.

Of course, as for the fact that I don't want to believe this at all, I don't know what limericks are, and I don't know what folk songs think of ancient people as aliens, then I can't help it.

Well, I believe that by now, in terms of ancient rhyme, I have shaped it.

This is Wu Dynasty.

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