apples more than anything

Because he was born in an ordinary peasant family that was not too rich in a rural area that was not too rich, Leiqiu's spiritual life was relatively lacking when he was a child.

Her parents had a hard time in the first half of their life, and they finally used their savings to manage an orchard a few years ago.

"What does your orchard grow?" Song Pingguo asked casually.

Leiqiu stood up from the chair in a hurry, pulled out a box from under the bed in her Pikachu one-piece pajamas, and opened the lid of the box to show Song Pingguo the apples inside.

"An apple grower." Lei Qiu took out an apple from the inside and handed it to Song Pingguo—this was really confusing, "Do you want to eat it?"

Song Pingguo nodded, Leiqiu turned around to wash the apples, shook the water and handed them to her.

The income from this apple orchard guaranteed enough food and clothing for the three members of Leiqiu’s family, but it failed to guarantee some entertainment and other spiritual needs that could be carried out indoors, such as “watching TV”, so Leiqiu’s childhood life was all about racking his brains. Looking for the joy of life for himself, so when the village held funerals and ceremonies, it became one of Leiqiu's joys in life to find the troupe to perform.

One of the characteristics of Chinese culture is its inclusiveness. No matter where you are from, once you enter the scope of Chinese culture, you will immediately understand Chinese characteristics—for example, everyone sends apples to each other on Christmas Eve—and a certain primary manifestation of this characteristic of inclusiveness that is:

mash up.

At that time, there was no Taobao, and there was no Taobao popular Korean-style British style, but there was already a performance organization that sang rock, Peking Opera, Huangmei Opera, drama and pop songs, with a complete range of varieties and reasonable prices.This new type of theater troupe is basically composed of retired old people and some young people who have more spare time. After all, they are really free during slack, so why not go out and use their hobbies and expertise to make some money.

But occasionally, there are those who really make a living after being poor, and occasionally, there are professional ones.The kind of professional who came from a class.

Lei Qiu, who just graduated from primary school, met such a professional.

"Wow, at that time there were still drama performers in the countryside?" Song Pingguo, who grew up in the city, had her ideas subverted, and asked while eating an apple, "What are you doing? You can't play thunderstorm, right?"

Raichu is not only a good actor, but also a good storyteller. The storytelling is clear and fascinating, but the story itself is always too unexpected.

"There are no drama performers." Lei Qiu shook his head with a deep expression, "That's a Peking Opera performer."

"Peking opera? Then why did you come to be a TV actor?"

After all, there are quite a lot from dramas to TV dramas and movies, and Song Pingguo, from Peking opera to TV dramas and movies, has really never been heard of.

"You man, don't keep interrupting my narrative rhythm." Lei Qiu cleared his throat, "Isn't there a cause and effect for everything..."

The reason is that the actor who promoted Peking opera in various rural areas, that is, the "master" who led Leiqiu in, went to perform in Leiqiu's village that day, and Leiqiu took his little friends with him to take the fruit from his orchard. Apple went to join in the fun, and her master immediately fell in love with her. That night, he visited Leiqiu's parents to ask Leiqiu to learn Peking Opera from her.

Hearing this request so abruptly, Leiqiu's father scratched his head in confusion: "Isn't everyone learning Peking Opera at the age of four or five? My family, Leiqiu, graduated from primary school this year and is already twelve years old."

At that time, the master hadn't had time to remove the paint on his face, and in the living room of Leiqiu's house where the light bulb was not very bright, she was particularly intimidating. She patted Leiqiu on the shoulder decisively: "She can learn in time even when she is eighteen."

"What did you do when you were performing Peking Opera?" Song Pingguo unknowingly forgot that she was still eating apples, and the pulp was oxidized in the air.

Lei Qiu didn't know how deep Song Pingguo knew about Peking Opera, she tried to approach it from a very approachable angle: "Farewell My Concubine, you should know, right?"

"Oh, you play Yu Ji?"

"No, I'm playing Overlord."

"Don't fool me."

"I didn't fool you. If it wasn't for the poor sound insulation of this house, I would sing it to you right away."

"But it's you who lives at the door opposite me, and there's no one on the opposite side now."

Leiqiu took a deep breath, opened his voice and sang: "Gritting his teeth to scold Han Xin, grabbing his crotch and tearing his body into pieces..."

She stopped after singing, and Song Pingguo stared at her for a long time: "You made that voice?"

Lei Qiu's usual voice was clear and clear, but the voice he sang just now was hoarse and deep and powerful. It was exactly the voice that Xiang Yu on the stage of Peking Opera should have.

"What's so strange, some people speak and sing with two voices. There were quite a few old female students in my class."

Leiqiu's parents went through some discussions after the master tried to persuade him, "This is the quintessence of the country, and I will definitely develop it vigorously in the future", "I will pay for her tuition", "She will definitely be able to make a head start in this industry" and so on. , agreed to Master's request.They felt that there was no way to guarantee Leiqiu's future. On the contrary, this Beijing opera actor seemed to be able to lead Leiqiu on a particularly bright new path, and he might even be on CCTV11.

The most important thing is Leiqiu's own wishes. After all, if she doesn't want to learn, they can't force her to.

The master began to ask her very sincerely: "Well, I will take you to visit our drama school tomorrow. If you like it, you can go to school there. If you don't like it, I will send you back, okay?"

Leiqiu's master was a familiar face in the village at that time, but in order to reassure Leiqiu's parents, the master decisively took out his ID card from the bag and patted it on the coffee table.

Speaking of identity cards, Song Pingguo, who often needs to use driver's licenses and identity cards to identify her real name, remembered something.

"You always belong to master, master, what is your master's name?"

"My master's name is Pichu."

"...Picchu, Pikachu, Raichu's Pichu?"

"Yes."

"You master and apprentice are really destined."

"Yes." Lei Qiu straightened his back, "Out of respect for her own wishes, I usually only call her Master."

The next day when Master came to pick up Lei Qiu, Lei Qiu had just been picked up by his mother from the quilt, before he had time to eat breakfast, but Master thoughtfully brought Lei Qiu a steamed rice wrapped with deep-fried dough sticks.

Lei Qiu looked at the porridge and pickles on the table, and then at the fried dough sticks wrapped with steamed rice in Master's hand.

She felt that she had more than half agreed.

At that time, the opera school was not on holiday yet, and when they saw the master approaching, several students greeted her with a smile: "Hello, Teacher Pi!"

When they walked away, the master let out a long sigh.

"Actually, when I was young, I wanted to change my name to Pipilu."

The whole morning, the master took Leiqiu to visit the opera school. During this process, he kept emphasizing that Leiqiu was very talented. It would be a pity not to learn Peking Opera. In the canteen of the theater school, seeing the two big chicken legs Master put on her plate, she immediately agreed with the other half, determined to follow Master to study hard.

"So two chicken legs, one steamed rice with deep-fried dough sticks...you agree?"

"I couldn't eat any good food at that time, maybe this is fate."

Under the guidance of fate, Leiqiu started her study career in the opera school, and soon became a new Beijing opera actor who followed her master to go around and hone her skills.

Her master was right. Compared with those who had learned since childhood, Leiqiu's skills were not bad, and he was about to become a dark horse and reach the peak. The turning point that changed Leiqiu's fate came again.

Master has a friend who is the head of a drama troupe. He rushed to the door that day and said that an actor of theirs had a sudden illness and went to the hospital. He came to Master to find a substitute.Then he picked Leiqiu, because Leiqiu was just the right height and shape, and he also had a solid foundation in martial arts.

"What are you playing this time?"

"Children's drama, Wu Song fights the tiger."

"You play Wu Song?"

"I play the tiger."

"Or did you go to a drama because of the food?"

"No." Raichu pulled the last bite of vegetables on the plate, "I really like it."

Song Pingguo sighed in admiration: "If that's the case, why did you come to act in a TV series?"

"After hearing that I changed careers to be a drama actor, my parents were very happy and asked when they could see me on TV." Leiqiu raised his gaze to the ceiling, "I asked for leave with the group leader and came here. "

Then Leiqiu looked at Song Pingguo, waiting for her "It's a long story".

This twists and turns of the story made Song Pingguo very embarrassed. Compared with Leiqiu's simplified description, which still supported the past of 2000 and [-] characters, her ins and outs were not enough to finish the next [-] characters.

"The thing is like this." Song Pingguo took a deep breath, "After graduating from university, I couldn't find a job that matched my major, so my father asked me to go back and inherit my family's restaurant, but he felt that I was not good enough. , gave me a sum of money and assigned me a task to sell boxed lunches in Hengdian."

"Should I applaud vigorously to brighten the atmosphere, your storytelling is too poor."

"I've tried my best, but not everyone's life is as wonderful as yours."

"Didn't you tell a long story yourself?"

"After listening to your story, I think mine doesn't need to be so long..."

After talking happily for a few hours, one person who had to get up early to film a movie and another to make boxed lunches waved goodbye and went to bed, before closing the door, Leiqiu reluctantly used his eyes to keep Song Pingguo: "What's your boxed lunch tomorrow? "

"Tomorrow the meat will be Kung Pao Chicken, and the vegetarian ones will be cauliflower and cucumber." Song Pingguo raised her hand and glanced at her watch, "What time do you get up in the morning? I'll treat you to breakfast."

"Any time, if you knock on the door and call for dinner, I'll get up immediately." Leiqiu nodded firmly, "I'll look forward to it."