Siheyuan: The opening earthquake of stealing and replacing pillars

The Song and Dance Troupe compound was rebuilt from a shantytown in 1953. It has three buildings in total, including staff dormitories, office buildings and a performance auditorium. It is said that the designers in charge of the design at the time were all from the Soviet Union, so the style is more European, with domes and high windows, and at first glance it looks like a church.

It was the first time for the students to see it. They were extremely curious and looked around as if they were looking at two different worlds.

In fact, He Yuzhu felt the same when he came here for the first time. He felt a great shock, after all, the times were different. However, he was a time traveler and had seen many skyscrapers. These buildings did not have much appeal to him. At most, they were a kind of retro culture.

Professor Guan was not here today as he had gone to a meeting early in the morning, but he had already arranged everything before he left. A clerk from the General Affairs Section came forward and first counted the names of the students, then handed them over to another colleague, who then assigned them work.

After waiting for a while, the dance team came and took two people away. After waiting for a while longer, the singing team took two people away. After a while, there were not enough people to go around. Finally, I saw that Teacher Aya was good-looking and tall, and the team happened to be short of an announcer, so I took her away as well.

He Yuzhu still remembers how Teacher Ai Ya looked when she was taken away. It was like Huang Shiren trying to snatch Xier. That pitiful look was so funny.

At noon, the last meeting before the troupe's performance ended. I don't know how Professor Guan convinced the leaders, but they forced He Yuzhu's new horse racing to be added to the established program list. And there were not one but five shows, four of which replaced the established programs of the Aboriginal Folk Orchestra. Each of them was in the top three in the program list. You can imagine how important it is.

The pressure was instantly put on He Yuzhu, and Professor Guan said to him earnestly, "Yuzhu, you must hold on. This time our folk music orchestra depends on you."

I thank you~

He Yuzhu was almost vomiting blood in anger. You really think too highly of me. I'm ranked in the top three. Such an important position was given to a small person like me. Is your leader crazy? Damn it, if nothing unexpected happens, it's fine. If something unexpected happens, you will be killed in front of the whole country. It's not you who will be embarrassed, right?

Woo~, why am I so miserable? I shouldn’t have helped with this...

Regret is inevitable. It is too late for He Yuzhu to change now because the program has been confirmed. He can only bite the bullet and move forward. Fortunately, he is only ranked third and there is still room for buffer.

As the saying goes, it is better to sharpen your sword before the battle. He Yuzhu spent the whole afternoon in the folk music hall for intensive practice. The musicians also cooperated actively. They were all experienced performers and were not as nervous as He Yuzhu.

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There are many meetings at the end of the year, including summary meetings, discussion meetings, technical exchange meetings, and commendation meetings for various industries, etc. Basically, every conference hall is busy. The Little New Year is supposed to be a day for family reunions, but in order to respond to the call, they still came to Kyoto from thousands of miles away. This trip lasted for a month or so, and the meetings were held from morning to night. Although they had no worries about food and drink, they would inevitably miss home after a long time.

Humans are not plants or trees, so in order to take care of these people's emotions of missing their loved ones, the authorities will arrange a few performances as a consolation every time a festival comes. However, before the performance, a dinner is usually arranged. Don't get me wrong, this kind of banquet is not a state banquet, and the standard will not be as grand as that of receiving foreign guests. At best, it is just a home-cooked meal.

After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, they came to the performance hall one by one. The space here was huge, with two floors that could accommodate thousands of people at the same time. The stage was also very gorgeous, with all the lighting available. On both sides of the stage were aisles leading to the backstage. At this time, all the performers from various troupes gathered here. He Yuzhu was one of them. He had changed into a Zhongshan suit, holding a erhu in his hand, and standing in the crowd, he looked quite familiar.

Although he looked very handsome, He Yuzhu was already so nervous that he was sweating. There was nothing he could do. This was not a steel mill, nor was it the Peking University campus. There were unfamiliar faces everywhere around him, and no one was communicating with each other. Everyone was more serious than the other. It was impossible not to be nervous in this atmosphere.

"Hey, buddy, is this your first time here?" A handsome guy from behind suddenly spoke to him. He saw He Yuzhu shaking his legs and knew he was nervous.

"Well, it's my first time here!" He Yuzhu said with a wry smile, "I'm a little nervous~"

"Haha, I can tell!" The handsome guy patted his shoulder and comforted him, "It's okay, I was more nervous than you when I came here for the first time, you'll get used to it!"

I've heard this many times, but I still tremble.

"Brother, which group are you from?" It was a rare occasion that someone approached him, so He Yuzhu wanted to continue the conversation.

"I'm from the China Symphony Orchestra, what about you?" asked the handsome guy.

If I say I work at a steel mill, will the handsome guys look down on me?

"Me? From the Chinese Dance Troupe!"

"Oh~"

The handsome guy didn't show any envy, but a nonchalant expression, "I heard your group is going to split up, is that true?"

"Who told you that? It must be a rumor!" He Yuzhu was not a member of the song and dance troupe and knew nothing about what was going on in the troupe, but if the song and dance troupe really wanted to split up, why was there no news at all?

"I don't think you know yet. The news has spread all over our group!" The handsome guy gloated a little, and then he whispered, "Have people in your group often asked for leave recently? And it's a long vacation. Do you know where they all went? That's right, they all came to our group. There is one in our choir!"

What is a successful villain? This handsome guy in front of you is one of them!

No wonder Professor Guan said there were not enough people. It turns out they all ran away.

"real or fake?"

"Why would I lie to you? Yes, you were very successful in the past, but since China regained its legitimate seat in the United Nations, our symphony orchestra has been the king. Do you know what our international friends like the most? Of course it's modern music. The traditional music has long been out of favor. It's only popular in China, but it's not even acceptable in the international arena!"

Damn it, after wandering around the world, you don’t even know your own name!

He Yuzhu couldn't understand it. The song and dance troupe was a national unit after all. How could it be so unbearable in the eyes of these people? Even if it had fallen, there was no need to step on it. They were still a family.

"Lu Xun once said that only the national can be global. Isn't modern music also the national culture of the West? Since they can pass it on, why can't we pass it on?"

The handsome guy smiled disapprovingly and said, "If you pass it on, someone has to listen. If no one listens, what's the point of passing it on?"

"Cultural communication takes time to develop and it is not something that can be achieved overnight. When Western culture first entered China, there was also great resistance, but they still persisted. What does this prove? It proves that where there is a will there is a way. As long as there is perseverance there is nothing that cannot be accomplished!"

He Yuzhu was a little angry. He didn't expect that as soon as the country's doors were opened, some people couldn't wait to worship foreign things. No wonder General Li said that a fortress is often breached from the inside first. No wonder the War of Resistance lasted for eight years, it was because there were too many traitors.

The handsome guy was speechless, "I find you are quite stubborn!"

"I'm not being stubborn. If a person doesn't even have confidence in his own country, then there's no point in talking about culture, because he doesn't deserve it!" He Yuzhu said coldly.

"Who do you think is unworthy?"

The handsome guy was angry that he was looked down upon by a erhu player.

"I didn't say anything to you, why are you so anxious?"

"You——" The handsome guy knew He Yuzhu was talking about him, but he had no evidence. "You are just a erhu player and you think you are qualified to talk about culture?"

The young people had no moral principles and started making personal attacks.

"It's terrible to be uneducated! Remember, this is called a huqin, do you understand?"

"you--"

Twice, he humiliated me twice. The handsome guy was as angry as a bull. I am so handsome, I am always the center of attention wherever I go. What qualifications do you, a erhu player, have to look down on me? This is intolerable. I hit him, but I can’t beat him. I scold him, but I lose my dignity. What can I do? I have to vent my anger.

In the end, the handsome guy felt so aggrieved that he stomped his feet, glared at He Yuzhu fiercely, then turned his head and ignored him. Out of sight, out of mind. There was nothing to say to someone who had never been abroad.

He Yuzhu was stunned by the handsome guy's shyness. He didn't expect that this guy was actually a transvestite. Thinking that he had touched her before, she immediately moved forward like a plague god, so as not to infect him with any disease just because of a quarrel.

After a while, the performance officially began. The first to come on stage were a group of little girls in ballet skirts. They were going to perform the Swan Dance, which was very popular after the founding of the People's Republic of China. Because they wore little clothing, it was very popular with the public and almost became a must-perform program for dance troupes.

However, Western dances all have a common problem, that is, the clothing is too revealing, which does not conform to the traditional Chinese concept - the beauty of subtlety. What's more, ballet dancers wear their pants outside, which blatantly challenges men's moral bottom line.

No one can clearly say where the bottom line is, and no one dares to say it clearly, so in order not to expand the impact, the program must be changed, but how to change it has become a problem. It is not necessary to cancel the entire dance, right? To be honest, it would be a pity to cancel such an entertaining program.

In the end, I don’t know who said, why not just wear your pants inside?

This sentence really woke me up from my dream. Yes, just wear the pants inside. In this way, the dance can be enjoyed while its educational significance is enhanced. What a genius.

Thus, a new dance form - the Red Detachment of Women - emerged. Once launched, it became popular across the country and was loved by people all over the country. Especially in the summer, people would squeeze their heads under the stage to appreciate up close how our female soldiers performed body art in battle.

He Yuzhu was lucky enough to watch it once when he was cooking for the old leader. His intuitive feeling was that if the children did not learn bad things, they would be unworthy of such elegant art...

Dance programs are generally quite long. After about fifteen minutes, the first performance ended and the audience responded with warm applause, indicating that the performance was very successful.

The second scene was a female chorus of "The Red Flowers Are Blooming Brightly", a folk song from northern Shaanxi with a lively and energetic tune. The actors sang out the spiritual life of the people of northern Shaanxi and their fiery feelings for the loess land with their straightforward, sincere, simple and enthusiastic singing. Especially the chorus in the second half made people feel as if they were in the great Northwest celebrating together, which was very touching.

It was He Yuzhu's turn to perform in the third show. Although he was no longer as nervous as before, his mind still went wild when he heard the announcement.

"If you're timid, don't go up~" the handsome guy behind him said sarcastically.

Your grandma~

He Yuzhu didn't say anything because it was too late.

He straightened his clothes, tightly grasped the erhu in his hand, and slowly walked to the center of the stage amid warm applause. Since it was an ensemble, He Yuzhu first bowed to the audience and then to the orchestra. The conductor was Li Weimin, who gave He Yuzhu a comforting look, as if to say, don't be afraid, I'll take care of everything!

Then let’s work hard together!

He Yuzhu took a deep breath and then nodded to Li Weimin.

The next second, music started, and He Yuzhu's left hand slid quickly on the neck of the guitar, and his right hand coordinated with the bow to play a horse racing song with the momentum of thousands of horses galloping. He kept changing his techniques, fast bow, jumping bow, plucking strings, and tremolo one after another. Gradually, He Yuzhu seemed to have found the feeling, that is, the state of unity between man and nature that often appears in martial arts novels. At this moment, he is no longer He Yuzhu, but a general galloping on the battlefield, holding a steel gun, charging again and again, piercing the chest of the enemies one after another, blood and tears constantly flying on the battlefield, screaming, wailing, this is the end of invasion!

The audience finally experienced what passion was at this moment. They seemed to have returned to the glorious days of the past. The unstoppable momentum burst out again. Everyone clenched their fists, wishing they could smash the enemy's head in the next second!

This is the charm of music, especially the songs that can resonate with people, which can melt almost everyone's heart, move the heavens and earth, and shock the world...

"Is this kid crazy?"

Seeing He Yuzhu in a state of ecstasy, Li Weimin was frightened and broke out in a cold sweat. Didn't we agree on this during the rehearsal? We must pay attention to cooperation and must not be anxious. We must not be anxious. He repeatedly reminded and told me, but now he has forgotten everything.

Oh,

Li Weimin didn't even dare to breathe, and carefully directed the band to follow He Yuzhu's rhythm.

Finally coming to the last section, He Yuzhu was like a possessed man, speeding up again and again, until the strings were almost smoking.

The audience was shocked, and the videographer was also shocked. They got goosebumps layer after layer, and felt a chill all the way to the top of their heads, as if their soul was about to leave their bodies. Is this, is this still a human being?

Dozens of seconds later, the performance ended and the whole hall became unusually quiet. The audience was stunned. They really couldn't believe that someone could perform this traditional music to such a high level. It was shocking. I'm afraid that after this song, when others mention horse racing, some people will probably say, "What horse racing? That's horse racing!"

It was not until He Yuzhu and others were about to leave that the audience reacted and gave a thunderous applause that lasted for a long time.

"Boom boom boom~"