Private Partner Bureau of Folklore Series

In the car, "Xiao Wen, it's time to drive, quickly draw your head back." The voice that used to be very gentle, now for some reason, became a little bit cold.

The little girl was taken aback, she quickly retracted her head, and sat back beside her mother.Jiang Yuanling put her arms around her daughter and glared at her younger brother in the driver's seat, "What are you doing! I know you are in a bad mood recently, and I told you to take Xiao Wen to watch a puppet show, but you refused. What are you talking to a child now? temper!"

The man glanced at the rearview mirror on the right. In the small rearview mirror, there were two figures of men, one was Su Heyang whom he had seen in Sujia Village, and the other...he was sure that it was Deng Zhirong.

He slowed down his tone, "Sister, do you know them?"

Seeing that his attitude softened, Jiang Yuanling was no longer annoyed, "Didn't the teahouse invite a new storyteller to come and tell stories? Those two people are friends of the storyteller. Speaking of which, Xiaofeng, one of them has participated in that Ciyue Jiduan District Youth Cantonese Opera Contest'!" After finishing speaking, he realized something was wrong, "You know them too?"

"During the competition, Ah Rong sat next to me."

"A Rong?" Jiang Yuanling is nearly ten years older than him, and she has never heard the younger brother call any friend so intimately.

"Is it his child?" The man changed the subject.

"The child belongs to the man next to him. It's a pity, he's only 29, he's still a handsome guy, he must be very popular, but he has been bound so early, and there are two three-year-old children!" Stop Then he continued to stare at his younger brother's back, as if he could see what his younger brother was thinking. "Kid Jiang Yuanfeng?"

Jiang Yuanfeng was silent for a while, "Sister, do you think your parents would mind if your daughter-in-law is a man?" He had thought a lot about it in the past two months.Why do you care about Deng Zhirong's mood so much? Why does your heart shrink when you see him almost hit by a car, and the pain spreads? Immediately rushed out to confirm the eagerness.

During the two months when he had no contact with Deng Zhirong, he didn't know that he could always be like an idiot outside the gate of Xingshuo Academy, waiting for Deng Zhirong to leave school, and quietly follow him to his house Outside the gate of the community; either watching his leaving back in a daze; or seeing him looking for books related to dramas, quietly putting the books he used on the bookshelf he often looks for. ... After all this, he knew that he fell in love with that man.

Jiang Yuanling lowered her head and lightly rubbed her daughter's soft long hair, "Daughter, would you be unhappy if my aunt was a man?"

The little girl was almost ten years old, and she could already understand the words. She blinked, tilted her head and said, "My aunt is a boy, so I can't call her aunt?"

Jiang Yuanling smiled, "Yes, you can't call me aunt! Remember?" Seeing her daughter nodding, she raised her head to meet her younger brother's gaze from the rearview mirror, "What age is it now, my parents and I are not old Old-fashioned, as long as you really want to be with him and live happily ever after!"

"Thank you ma'am!"

Two weeks later, Deng Zhirong collaborated with a cross-border senior. The report "Rap Literature in Chuyue and Surrounding Areas" was held in the city library. The senior was surnamed Xiao and was a well-known lyricist in the local pop music scene. .

Lectures start from the most basic Nanyin.

Nanyin, Muyu, Dragon Boat, and Yueqi belong to the rap art of Lingnan area, and Nanyin has become the pinnacle of Lingnan rap art with its emotional sadness and elegant words.In the early days, most of the Nanyin singers were blind artists who sang on the street.This kind of Nanyin is called "Dishui Nanyin". It is known for its bitter throat, deep and trembling, like weeping and complaining.In the 30s and [-]s, Nanyin was absorbed by Cantonese opera and became Cantonese opera Nanyin, which is still commonly used in Cantonese opera works today.

From how Nanyin developed into minor-key Cantonese opera and Cantonese opera, to the rise and fall of modern popular music.When he was so excited, Deng Zhirong also opened his voice, performing many familiar famous songs one after another. His singing became clearer and more profound, reaching people's hearts. He also attracted several foreign friends who came to the library to find books.

At the end of the lecture, the two speakers set aside time for the audience to ask questions.Those foreign friends asked questions in broken Chinese, Deng Zhirong sympathetically asked them to speak in their own language, and then answered in the same language, and his fluency aroused a burst of surprise.

At this time, an obviously out-of-tune voice sang: "Birds on the tree~er~, in pairs~right~..." After singing a short paragraph, he asked with his original voice: "Teacher, I am in Maple Leaf Country I often hear people singing this...um...what's the difference between this and Cantonese opera?"

Hearing the voice, Deng Zhirong was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "That's "The Husband|Wife Returns Home" in Huangmei Opera. Huangmei Opera and Cantonese opera are two completely different forms of drama. In foreign countries, apart from Cantonese opera, The most popular Chinese folk art." Then he introduced some knowledge of Huangmei Opera by the way.

Huangmei Opera, formerly known as "Huangmei Tea Picking Tune", originated in the early Tang Dynasty and was formed in the late 18th century in Huaining, Fuyang, adjacent to the three provinces of Anhui, Hubei and Jiangxi.

Before and after Daoguang in the Qing Dynasty, Tongcheng Tune, Fengyang Song and Huangmei Tea Picking Tune, which were produced and spread among Anhui, Hubei and Jiangxi provinces, were influenced by opera Qingyang Tune and Hui Tune, and related to folk arts such as Lianxiang, stilts, and dry boats. Combined, some small dramas gradually formed.After a period of development, and on the basis of absorbing the performance content and form of "Arhat Zhuang", Qingyang Tune and Hui Tune, this play with a complete story came into being.

After the lecture, Deng Zhirong asked the man if he had any questions, and the man smiled and shook his head and said no.Then another teacher came out and said that the time is up, let everyone leave.

After the speech, the audience did not leave, but surrounded them with great interest to ask questions.

There were two men and two women standing around Deng Zhirong's crowd. One of the men asked the people around him, "Is this the white mouse of your software?"

The two women said in unison: "Tang!"

The person who was questioned smiled and said, "It seems that the software is quite easy to use? But, I shouldn't need to open the software, right? Mr. Deng?"

Deng Zhirong smiled and hugged him, "Long time no see, Zheng Hao, when did you come back?"

"Yesterday. They told me that you have a lecture today, bring this group of guys to listen."

"Hello, that..."

"Donald, sisters Hong Qiaoqiao and Hong Minmin." Zheng Hao said softly.

Deng Zhirong said, "Are you the one who helped Zheng Hao a lot when he was doing immigration? These two... are your sisters?"

Seeing Donald nodded, he chatted with him for a few words, then turned to Zheng Hao and said, "You were out of tune just now."

Zheng Hao smiled and said, "Isn't this the tacit understanding between the four of us?" After discovering that Deng Zhirong would be in a daze all the time when thinking about the script, he didn't remember who it was, and accidentally sang a little song that was out of tune. Come to your senses and correct your vocals.From then on, whenever Deng Zhirong was seen floating around the campus in a daze, the other three would sing a crooked ditty no matter who they met.

Deng Zhirong narrowed his eyes to look at him, shook his head, turned around and responded to the audience surrounding him with a smile.Just as the crowd was chatting in full swing, it seemed like Moses waved down his staff suddenly. The crowd, which was originally three layers inside and three layers outside, started from the outermost layer and consciously separated into two sides layer by layer. A man walked towards Deng Zhirong from the middle.Seeing that the situation was not right, Zheng Hao quickly took a step forward, "Excuse me..."

Before he could finish his question, he heard Deng Zhirong whisper behind him: "...Feng?"

Zheng Hao was taken aback for a moment, and turned to look at the person behind him in surprise, only to find that the other person's eyes were completely on the man in front of him.Not allowing him to think too much, the Hong sisters have come to drag him away.

The other spectators didn't know the situation, but they could also see the atmosphere between the two people in the middle... They thought they had a wink, and they understood that this place should not be stayed for a long time, so they scattered like birds and beasts.

Seeing his blank expression, Jiang Yuanfeng felt a little depressed since he saw him hugging that man, but suddenly became clear, and couldn't help but raised his hand to rub his hair, "The lecture was very exciting."

Deng Zhirong regained his senses, grabbed his hand, but did not let go, "When did you come here?"

Feeling the temperature different from his own hands, Jiang Yuanfeng's smile grew wider, "From the beginning to the end."

Deng Zhirong was about to say something when the library staff finally seized the opportunity and ran over, "Mr. Xiao, Mr. Deng, the curator is waiting for you two, please!"

Only now did Deng Zhirong realize that he was holding someone's hand, blushing, let go and glanced at him, and followed that Mr. Xiao to find the curator.

A few people hiding on the sidelines came over, Zheng Hao stretched out his hand, "Zheng Hao, Deng Zhirong's friend."

Jiang Yuanfeng shook his hand back, "Jiang Yuanfeng."

Zheng Hao raised his eyebrows, "Have you known him for a long time?" Deng Zhirong's reaction just now was too strange, to call this person so affectionately!You must know that due to his own reasons, Deng Zhirong always called his peers and juniors by his full name; those who were not familiar with him would even add honorific titles such as Mr. and Miss|Miss.And it was the first time he saw Deng Zhirong being in a daze for something other than the script of the song, not to mention the interaction between the two just now...

"Almost a year." If you don't count the year that you met online.

Zheng Hao was even more astonished. He called out the single word in nearly a year? !Not to mention that he has known each other for seven or eight years, even Ruan Yuan doesn't have this kind of treatment!Could it be that Deng Zhirong's illness has been cured?There is no cure for it so far!

At this time Donald came over with his two younger sisters, "Zheng, we have something to do with Jason and the others, so let's go first."

"Wait, I should go too." Zheng Hao looked at the direction where Deng Zhirong disappeared, thought for a while, and after sending him a text message to tell him, he said goodbye to Jiang Yuanfeng.

Deng Zhirong was bidding farewell to the curator when he received the text message, and the vibrating mobile phone did not attract his attention, and when he sent Teacher Xiao away, he found that Jiang Yuanfeng was left waiting for him, "Where are they? "

Jiang Yuanfeng shrugged, "Let's go."

Deng Zhirong scratched his hair, "I still want to talk to him about the software." Then he remembered that the phone vibrated, took it out to have a look, and replied helplessly.As soon as he looked up, he saw a man approaching him. "Shouldn't we talk about our business first?"

Deng Zhirong closed his eyes and made up his mind, "Did you know?"

"Teacher Chen told me." He still remembers the woman's teasing look at that time.

Deng Zhirong squinted at him for a while, "Come with me."

There is a teahouse near the library, decorated in an antique style, very elegant and quiet, easy to relax.

The fragrant tea was brought up, the waiter poured the tea for the two of them and then stepped back, but neither of them paid attention to it.

Deng Zhirong held the mobile phone, opened a folder and handed it to the person opposite, "As you know, I have prosopagnosia and it is difficult to remember other people's faces..."

Jiang Yuanfeng flipped through the photos in the folder. Except for the photos of Deng Zhirong's parents, almost all of Deng Zhirong's friends he had seen before had a recent photo, and asked, "Where is my photo?"

Deng Zhirong looked at him seriously, and unconsciously held the teacup tightly, "No."

Jiang Yuanfeng raised his head abruptly.

Deng Zhirong didn't avoid it, and met his gaze firmly, "You are the only one who didn't leave a picture, and I can recognize him immediately." Even if we haven't seen each other for two months, he still recognizes him.From the day he didn't remove the photo but deleted it, he knew that Jiang Yuanfeng should have a special meaning to him, and these two months, apart from being busy, were also a test for himself and a time for thinking.

Jiang Yuanfeng opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

Deng Zhirong didn't care about his reaction, and said to himself: "Actually, after visiting the exhibition together in Xiangcheng for the first time, I took a photo of you, but when I went back and wanted to move it, it disappeared... probably It was deleted by mistake." He half-cast his eyes to hide the emotional fluctuations caused by this little lie.

Jiang Yuanfeng understood. After that, the two met many times, and sometimes they had the opportunity to take another photo, but... "...Rong." His voice was trembling, nervous and uncertain.

Deng Zhirong shook his hand and almost spilled the tea, he collected himself, "...um."

Jiang Yuanfeng stretched out his hand to hold his trembling hand, and held the teacup steady, "Since I knew you had this disease, I hoped that you would recognize me right away. I always thought it was a luxury,... Thank you."

Deng Zhirong put down his teacup and shook it back, "Although it's not serious, as long as I haven't seen that person for about two weeks, I won't remember the other person's appearance..." In the past, he used to rely on the other person's voice to identify, so every relative and friend , When you meet him, you will greet him first, so that he will remember who is standing in front of you.

Every time he and Jiang Yuanfeng met, it was almost more than two weeks; not to mention that they hadn't seen each other for two months because of that little quarrel; but Deng Zhirong still recognized someone, and Jiang Yuanfeng was of course even more happy, but worried that he would Recalling bad things, he tightened his fingers, "Stop talking."

Deng Zhirong shook his head. Over the years, he has gotten used to it, and thanks to the understanding of his family and friends, he is not as withdrawn as other face-blind patients.

The two came out of the teahouse and walked slowly on the road together. Deng Zhirong suddenly thought of something, "How did the teacher tell you?"

Looking back, Jiang Yuanfeng felt helpless.

After the game, Jiang Yuanfeng went to thank Chen Junping on behalf of the tournament. Talking about what happened on the day of the game, the other party asked him if he knew Deng Zhirong before the game, and Jiang Yuanfeng nodded.

Chen|Junping looked at the young man's sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and said with a smile: "Even so, he can still recognize you, it's really... rare."

Jiang Yuanfeng didn't understand, even with makeup on, it was just a thin layer of powder and raised eyebrows, the basic outline would still not change, anyone would recognize it, right?

Unexpectedly, Chen Junping smiled very delicately, "After I put on makeup, even if I speak first, it will take him longer to recognize me than you did just now."

"Deng Zhirong, he..."

Chen|Junping tilted her head, "Check it out yourself."

After that, Jiang Yuanfeng encountered the term "face blindness" for the first time. He didn't know how serious Deng Zhirong's symptoms were, but he still cared about it.And this kind of care, after many contacts|contacts, has gradually changed its taste.He reached out to hold the hands of the people around him, "Do you still want to take pictures?"

Deng Zhirong rolled his eyes at him and ignored him.

But in the end, Jiang Yuanfeng's photo was still lying in the special category of Deng Zhirong's phone folder.

The author has something to say: The Tang, Song, and Yuan dynasties were the most brilliant dynasties of drama and juggling~