Private Partner Bureau of Folklore Series

Today is the wedding banquet of Deng Zhirong's friends, and now he is waiting for the ceremony to start with one of the grooms in a small room next to the banquet with other friends.

Deng Zhirong tugged at the tie knot with some discomfort. It's not that he didn't wear a suit, but it was the first time for him to wear it as a guest to attend a friend's wedding banquet.He hooked the shoulders of his best friend who was dressed as a groom, and jokingly said, "Today I gave you a lot of firsts, how can I repay me?"

The friend glanced at him, "It's rare that Mr. Deng would make such a joke? But it's a pity, I can't promise him with my body."

Another guest, Zheng Hao, who was wearing a dark blue suit with a pinch of star flowers on his chest, said with a smile: "I have long thought that you are like-minded, Mr. Deng is tender-faced and old-fashioned, Shijie, you are white-skinned sesame stuffing. "

Shi Jie looked at him with warning eyes.Turning his head and laughing, he beat Deng Zhirong's shoulder, "What's your gift?" He had heard that his friend had prepared a gift for them, but it hadn't been seen until now, and he was very curious.

"You'll know later." Deng Zhirong pushed his glasses, it was the first time for him to fill in such words.

Zheng Hao looked around, "By the way, third child, where are your younger brothers?"

"Hongyu and Xiaorui are preparing for other things. ... There may be a little trouble later, don't mind."

"What have you prepared?" Zheng Hao asked.

"I'll find out soon."

As soon as the words were finished, there was a knock on the door, and Shi Jie opened the door to go out, followed by the sound of drums and cymbals. A red lion was blinking and nodding to Shi Jie outside the door, then turned around and led Shi Jie to go out.

The other two looked at each other, they didn't expect Shi Jie to be so unique, using a lion to lead the way instead of a flower boy.However, the opponent is also a member of the Lions, so Shi Jie's arrangement is very meaningful.

Under the background music of the wedding banquet march adapted from lion drums, two red lions led two grooms in suits and leather shoes, and walked slowly towards the four parents sitting in the main seat.After receiving the red envelope, the two grooms and the lion retreated to their seats. The host of the wedding banquet——Chen Zifan, who is usually a must-have, was able to mobilize the atmosphere of the wedding banquet under his glib tongue.

Deng Zhirong was looking at the program schedule in the background, and Zheng Hao, who was in charge of the sound tuning in the background, approached and asked, "How? It's your turn later."

Deng Zhirong closed his eyes and said, "It's no big deal, just treat it as a graduation defense."

"Yes, this is the state! Anyway, the two protagonists are sitting at the only table in the front, and you don't need to worry about the others, just start singing!" Zheng Hao cheered.

Deng Zhirong smiled, he knew his own faults, and other people really didn't need to worry about it——he didn't even look at it, anyway, it was the same way anyway.

The wedding host Chen Zifan, who was wearing a purple suit with a big black lapel at the front desk, asked: "Do you think the performance just now was great? There will be more exciting shows in the future! Two grooms, and one of your friends will present you with The congratulatory gift, what do you think it will be?"

Su Heyang's voice sounded, "No matter what they send, it is their heart, and we will like it very much, right? Xiaojie?"

Shi Jie smiled and said: "I can guess that the congratulatory gift is definitely not from you," he pointed to Chen Zifan, "otherwise you will be even more embarrassed."

Chen Zifan was very wronged, "What, I have a gift too, okay?"

"Well. What about presents?"

Chen Zimin's voice paused for a while, "Ahahaha, then we asked Deng Zhirong to sing "Happy Newly Married" for us!"

As soon as people came up, Chen Zifan quickly fled to the backstage exit with the microphone in hand, and said, "Don't look at the two grooms as gentle people, they squeeze people,...cough, so today's song The minor tune was rewritten by Deng Zhirong, everyone please listen..."

Cantonese minor tunes sounded in the brisk background, and Deng Zhirong's clear and melodious voice sang along with the music:

Plan and pay, Samsung is in the sky.

Tonight evening, see this good man.

Zixi Zixi, so beloved!

Take precautions, and Samsung is here.

Tonight and Hexi, see this encounter.

Zixi, Zixi, why did you meet so much!

Take precautions, Samsung is at home.

Tonight and Hexi, see this charming person.

Zi Xi Zi Xi, who is so charming!

The two grooms were a little stunned. Although they were not familiar with classical literature, they also knew that this poem came from the Book of Songs.Shi Jie knew that Deng Zhirong was very familiar with classical literature, but he didn't know that he could use it so well.Such a generous gift really moved them.

Deng Zhirong looked at the two men, one black and one white dressed as grooms, with their fingers intertwined in the audience. He knew that the two had been in love for many years and had gone through many ups and downs. Now that his best friend finally tied the knot with his sweetheart, he felt for him. Sincerely happy.

When he got home, his family members had already fallen asleep. Looking at the time, it was already one o'clock in the morning, but he didn't feel sleepy. He went back to the room and turned on the light, and took out a thread-bound book to read slowly.

When he was a child, he broke into the study by mistake. The person in the study not only didn't blame him for breaking in at will, but also asked him to look through the ancient books that were already worth a fortune at that time.The little monkey-like child can actually feel the strong fragrance of ink from the ancient book, and he also calms down.Afterwards, he became obsessed with collecting and reading classical literature. In his room, he vacated an entire wall and made a bookcase just to store these books.

What he has in his hand now is the Gongchi score of one of the arias of a lost Cantonese opera.

Gongchi notation is one of the traditional Chinese notation methods, and it got its name because it uses characters such as gong and chi to write the roll call.Before the five-line notation and numbered musical notation spread to China, this notation method was widely used.But even people who study music may not be able to understand it. ——They are used to looking at staves.

With Deng Zhirong's other hand, following the lyrics in the book, all kinds of petty characters marked with "gong, chi, si, he...", tapped out the corresponding rhythm, and sang silently.

After an unknown amount of time, someone knocked on the door of the room, "Son, why aren't you asleep?"

Deng Zhirong's knocking hand stopped immediately, and he hurried to open the door, "Mom, did you wake up?"

"No, I saw the lights in your room were still on when I went to the bathroom, so I came to see."

Deng Zhirong went out and closed the door, "Just now I helped Teacher Su block some alcohol, I want to let the alcohol smell pass before I go to sleep."

"I knew it would be like this!" Deng's mother brought a thermos, "Drink and go to bed. Although there is no class tomorrow, don't go to bed too late."

Deng Zhirong nodded, sent his|mom back to his room, went back to his own room to check the time, it was past two o'clock in the morning...it was really late, let's go to bed.

Due to the biological clock, Deng Zhirong, who went to bed at nearly three o'clock in the morning the night before, still woke up at around seven o'clock the next morning.

Turn on the mobile phone to surf the Internet, the number in the upper right corner of the little penguin has become three small dots, click in and see, it turns out that the "Si Yun Zhu Yin" group is swiping the screen.Deng Zhirong felt strange, this is a Cantonese opera exchange group established by Qingmei, who works in the media, and there are quite a few people, but everyone is a busy person, and usually they don't talk much in the group, why is it so lively so early today?

He looked through the chat records, only to find out that a regional competition they participated in a month ago will hold a rematch, and the rematch format is a bit special.

The competition system requires contestants to design a Cantonese opera and everything needed for the performance, such as: scenes, dialogues, characters, costumes, how to start, how to finish, how to set up...etc. ——This is basically what a Cantonese opera director should do!

So the people in the group exploded, discussing the regulations this time.One of the people whose ID is "Sangong Shantou" said something like this: In fact, you don't need to worry so much. Our people here have editing, singing, music, and makeup. Why don't we form a group to participate?

Other group friends responded one after another, but then someone suggested that he received the news that although the competition rules are like this, the competition will be disrupted at that time, that is to say, even if they organize everything here, when the competition comes, It could be someone else.

Sangong Shantou replied: Then don't you have the confidence to let the judges accept, even you yourself feel that your efforts are worthless?

With just this sentence, the group finally fell silent.

Deng Zhirong privately knocked on the top of Sangong Mountain: Mountain top, do you plan to form a team to compete?

Because everyone is very busy, he hasn't met anyone in the group this year, but since Sangong Shantou is a screenwriter like him, the two often knock on the small window to discuss privately, and they are more familiar with each other.

Sangong Shantou: It was originally planned like this, but I still have a job, so I can't help it. ╮(╯-╰)╭

Rong Ruanxi: Ah, it's a pity.It turns out that the mountain has already worked. I thought you were as old as me.

Sangong Shantou: ... Uncle, stop joking!Xiaosheng Sangong Shantou, who is only [-] in his thirties, has met Mr. Rong. ...Fuck, unconsciously...

Rong Ruanxi: ... the sense of picture.Forget it, I have to think about it.

Sangong Shantou: Come on, Uncle Rong.

Rong Ruanxi: Let's go!

Although Deng Zhirong is only 25, I don't know if he was influenced by his frequent reading of classical literature. As long as it involves Cantonese opera and folk art, he can talk endlessly, and he never makes mistakes by citing classics.Being called Uncle and Active Dictionary is no longer a one-time or two-time thing, and he didn't bother to correct it.

A few days later, Deng Zhirong still had no inspiration, so he walked around and came to a park famous for performing Cantonese opera on stage.His childhood home was near this park. He listened to the sound of silk and bamboo from the park every day. Joyful or sad music tells various legendary stories.

Now on the stage, excerpts from "Thirteen Langs of the South China Sea" are being performed.

Nanhai Shisanlang is a legend in the Cantonese opera circle. He grew up in a family of officials and was the thirteenth son of a local Taishi in the Qing Dynasty, so he was named "Nanhai Shisanlang".He is the apprentice of Cantonese opera master Xianjue and the uncle of movie queen Qimei.When I was young, I was expelled from school because of naughty incidents, and moved to Xiangcheng. When I went to university, I went to Mingzhu City to follow my girlfriend.Later, because of the chaos in Xiangcheng, he failed to return to school in time and could not complete his studies.

Later, he joined Liyuan as a screenwriter and worked for Jue Xiansheng Theater Company.He was proud of his talent, and his creative career was in full swing, but he was hit by love and career, and his life was poor. Because of his insanity, he was sent to a mental hospital, wandered around in his later years, and finally died of illness in the mental hospital.

Nanhai Thirteen Lang has written countless screenplays in his life, and his famous works include: "Fishing in the Cold River", "Shadow of Tears", "Pear Fragrance Garden", "72 Copper City", "Scent of a Daughter", "Liang Hongyu", "Swallows Returning to People" Did not return", "Li Xiangjun" and so on.

Deng Zhirong watched the performance on stage, and continued to think about what kind of subject to choose.

Just as he was deep in thought, a low voice came from beside him: "Fabricating nonsense!"

Deng Zhirong turned his head and saw a man wearing sunglasses, who was about to turn around and leave.They were all at the back of the auditorium, and not many people would notice. Deng Zhirong looked at the performance on the stage that hadn't ended, and then at the man striding away.For some reason, Deng Zhirong didn't watch the show where he was reluctant to look away, but chased after the man.

"Sir, please wait a moment!"

The man paused and turned around suspiciously, "What's the matter?"

"Is there anything about that play that strikes you as nonsense?"

The surprise that flashed in the man's eyes was covered by sunglasses, "Did you hear that?"

Deng Zhirong nodded, "I wonder if you can tell me?"

The man smiled and said, "I won't tell you about this." Looking at Deng Zhirong's disappointed expression, he continued: "One reminder, adaptations are always adaptations, and they are not historical facts at all."

Deng Zhirong didn't know why, "dramas are adapted from the original, like Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, Chen Shimei in the night trial, Youlong Xifeng... aren't they all adapted?"

Historically, Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai belonged to different dynasties, and their names were not like that; Chen Shimei was not surnamed Chen, nor was she as scumbag as in the joke; Sister Li Feng was not such a pungent woman in history.But in order to make it easier for the audience to accept, and for the drama to be more conflicted, these unrelated people were forced to be brought together.

The man smiled a little strangely, "Yes, the drama is adapted from it..." Turning around, he said softly, "But the drama should also contain the truth."

Deng Zhirong thought he had good hearing, so of course he heard what he said.He didn't chase after him any more, and somehow felt that the man's back was a little sad.

Back home, Deng Zhirong recalled the man's words and carefully flipped through the books. How can the drama conform to historical facts and be conflicted?

Flipping and flipping, the fingers stopped.

The word "Liyuan" is written on the book.

Liyuan, why do you call the opera troupe that way?

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