Private Partner Bureau of Folklore Series

Waking up early in the morning to drink morning tea in the tea house, order a cup or two, and spend the whole morning reading newspapers and listening to music. This is a favorite refreshment project for many elderly people in Chuyue City. Occasionally, they will bring their children and grandchildren to experience a Fan.But the faster and faster pace of life has caused many juniors to reject this kind of slow program.

In some years, the teahouses with "time-honored brand" certification, in the early days, set up a quyi teahouse for Cantonese opera lovers, allowing them to taste a cup or two while listening to Cantonese opera.It's a pity, also because of the faster pace of life, and the fact that there are fewer and fewer opera troupes that can stay in teahouses, there are less than a dozen teahouses that still keep this show.

Deng Zhirong is different from those young people, he likes to find inspiration in these teahouses that still retain the folk art teahouses.But his purpose of going to the teahouse today is not just to find inspiration for listening to music.

It turns out that in order to attract more customers, the new owner of the teahouse invited Tao Yan, a well-known storyteller in the city.It was also announced that from this day on, the teahouse's morning tea program will be changed to storytelling on one day a week and opera on two days a week.

Old people are also 10 minutes in love with storytelling, so naturally they welcome this decision very much.

Looking at the man beside the stage wearing a dark gown and wearing his uncle's shoes, Deng Zhirong tried his best to suppress a smile, but someone beside him couldn't help laughing. —Although there are only two children.

"Brother Fan|Brother is so strange!"

"Yes! Yes!"

The adult's voice is serious: "Yangyang, Yueyue, don't laugh at Brother Fan|Brother." But his faint smile still made the people around him knock him.

"Be a bad example." After speaking, he turned to Deng Zhirong and said, "If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have known that Zifan had officially spoken today."

Deng Zhirong rubbed the heads of the two children who were covering their mouths and grinning, "I also heard from my mother." Deng's mother is an old employee of this time-honored teahouse. Contact | Contact, knowing that Chen Zifan is a friend of his son, he immediately told his son the news.

"I know he has a good voice, but I didn't expect Tao Yan to take him as his disciple." Shi Jie smiled, and looked at Deng Zhirong with some curiosity in his eyes.

Deng Zhirong didn't know the details, so he shook his head, "Don't look at me, I don't know anything. Huh? Isn't that Ruan Yuan? And besides... who is it? He looks very close|close to Chen Zifan?"

Su Heyang was helpless, "...that's Zifan's girlfriend."

When the woman heard the child's enthusiastic call, she turned her head, her eyes lit up, and she hurriedly pulled Ruan Yuan over. "Mr. Su, Teacher, Shijie, Brother Deng. This is my friend..."

Before she finished speaking, Ruan Yuan interrupted her, "Xiao Rong, long time no see!" He pounced on her.

The people next to them looked at them dumbfounded, with an expression of disbelief.

Deng Zhirong lifted the woman away angrily, "No matter how long it's been, don't rush at me, don't forget the one at your house!" Turning his head, he introduced to everyone, "Ruan Yuan, has a bad relationship for nearly twenty|ten|years. These are my friends .”

"Sister Yuanyuan, do you know Brother Deng very well?" Chen Zifan's girlfriend Guan Yixin asked in surprise.

Ruan Yuan got to know each other first, and then slapped Deng Zhirong on the back carelessly, "Didn't you tell me, we have a bad relationship for nearly twenty|ten|years!"

Deng Zhirong was unprepared, and was patted by her so that his upper body was pressed against the table, the table was tilted and the teacup was tipped over, and the tea spilled out, almost scalding the two children who were half lying on the table while being held by their father.The two fathers hurriedly protected the child with one hand, stabilized the table with the other, and looked at Ruan Yuan together.

Ruan Yuan knew that she had caused trouble, and apologized repeatedly.The two children who didn't know the situation probably thought it was fun, but they giggled happily.

Deng Zhirong knew that Qingmei was unreliable, but he didn't expect it to be so unreliable, so he gave her an angry look, and was about to say something when he heard a startle on the stage, and the storytelling began.

Storytelling, like Cantonese opera, originated from teahouses, and then entered the radio. Although it is only a story told in words, it is actually a kind of folk art when it is seriously said.The storyteller, using the expressive power of his voice, presents the hidden tension in the story to the audience's ears, and those with superb skills can even put the audience in it.

And since Yue Jie, the famous Cantonese storyteller, passed away, storytelling in teahouses and storytelling in the form of radio broadcasts has declined just like the fate of folk art teahouses.

Chen Zifan entered this industry completely by accident.That time I accompanied my father and grandfather to drink morning tea, and Tao Yan happened to be here, lamenting the decline of storytelling in teahouses.

Hearing his bleak words, Chen Zifan couldn't help trying to persuade him a few words, but the other party took a fancy to his deep voice. After repeated visits, Chen Zifan worshiped Tao Yan as his teacher and learned the art of storytelling. Today is his first time. The day of the official debut.

Ruan Yuan is the host of a radio program, hosting a Cantonese opera show "Private Partner Bureau" that is only broadcast for two hours every Saturday and Sunday, and is loved by the elderly.Although it is liked by the elderly, her program is also a very popular industry information program in the Cantonese opera industry.

She came today for work, to interview the owner of this teahouse, and Tao Yan's master and apprentice who decided to reopen the storytelling in this teahouse.

When Chen Zifan used his deep voice, sometimes sonorous and forceful, sometimes gentle and pleasant, and sometimes simulating the crowing and barking of chickens to tell the classic martial arts novel "The Legend of the Flying Fox", even the ignorant two children calmed down and listened carefully This is a story they don't understand at all.

No one noticed a beautiful|woman standing in the corner of the hall, watching quietly with folded arms.

It wasn't until the end of the section that the woman came onto the stage with clapping hands, shook hands with both master and apprentice, and then turned to ask the old man sitting in front, "All uncles and aunts, what do you think of our first shot? Is it loud enough?" "

"Enough!" Even though it was his first performance on stage, it was clear that Chen Zifan had initially mastered the subtleties of the language, and when he used it, even though the audience could not be immersed in it, he could still feel a bit of atmosphere.

Chen Zifan held a folding fan and bowed his hands to the crowd, "It's the first time for my brother to speak on stage, there are many mistakes, please bear with me!" The audience below said that they didn't mind, after all, it was the first time, and they could still accept some flaws.

Seeing the reaction of the audience, both the master and the apprentice expressed a sigh of relief.Chen Zifan chatted with the master, Tao Yan shook hands with the woman, got off the stage and left.Chen Zifan sent the master away, and came to Deng Zhirong's table with the woman.

"Thank you for coming!" Chen Zifan returned to his original appearance.

Guan Yixin walked over to hold his arm, Xing Xing looked at him and said, "My husband, you are so amazing!"

"That's it!" Chen Zifan straightened his back, looking arrogant.However, after Shi Jie glanced at him, he immediately froze again, and introduced to everyone: "This is the new owner of this teahouse, Jiang Yuanling."

It is extremely difficult for teahouses to survive in Chuyue, where there are many restaurants, not only because of the single business | Passenger flow; or try every means to attract new investors to inject capital and revitalize the teahouse.And the time-honored "Sanru Tea House" where everyone lives is the representative of attracting new investors, successfully revitalizing it and making it more dazzling than before.

Jiang Yuanling shook hands with everyone, and smiled when she shook hands with Ruan Yuan, "Miss Ruan, I often listen to your shows, I never thought you would be so young!"

Ruan Yuan was a little stunned, and quickly said seriously: "I never thought that there would be someone as young as Boss Jiang who manages everything every day, and would be a fan of my show." Immediately switched to work mode, took out the recording pen With notes, it looks like it's going to be a big fight.

Seeing that there was nothing wrong with them, the other people said hello one after another and went back to their respective homes.

Before Deng Zhirong left, Ruan Yuan said to him: "Xiaorong, I know you just participated in a Cantonese opera competition, it seems that the day to interview you is not far away?"

Before he could reply, Jiang Yuanling interjected, "Oh? Mr. Deng also participated in the Cantonese Opera Competition? Some time ago... Could it be the Cantonese Opera Competition for Youth in Yuexiuduan District?"

Deng Zhirong nodded, it seems that this woman is really interested in Cantonese opera!

Jiang Yuanling smiled and said: "What a coincidence, my younger brother also went to that competition, I don't know if you have met."

Ignoring Qingmei's teasing eyes, Deng Zhirong said: "There are so many people at the scene, and I don't move around very much... maybe I won't be able to touch him." Even if he did, he wouldn't know who this woman's younger brother is.

Jiang Yuanling let out a sigh of pity, then turned her head and continued chatting with Ruan Yuan.Deng Zhirong looked at Chen Zifan and his girlfriend beside him sympathetically, nodded and left.

Deng Zhirong walked out of the teahouse, looked at his watch, it was still early, he didn't have to go back to school on Sunday, it was too early to go home now, and was about to go to the library when a text message rang.

There is an exhibition related to Cantonese opera in Xiangcheng, do you want to see it? ——Jiang Yuanfeng

where are you? —— Deng Zhirong

Our bureau has materials to display here.come or not? ——Jiang Yuanfeng

Deng Zhirong thought for a while and replied: Where?

Chuyue City and Xiangcheng City are separated by a narrow strip of water, and it only takes two or three hours to get there by a through train. Even if there is a customs barrier, Deng Zhirong, who has a fingerprint pass, can pass through very quickly.

Deng Zhirong arrived at the destination, looked around for a while, then smiled helplessly, turned around and prepared to follow the instructions to enter the museum, but heard someone next to him asking, "Where are you going?"

He was startled, turned around and saw a man with glasses, after a while, "Jiang Yuanfeng? I'm about to go in!"

Jiang Yuanfeng looked at him from dazed to dazed, and thought of what Chen Junping told him, feeling a little helpless, "I was waiting for you at the door just now... let's go."

Deng Zhirong was startled, and rubbed his nose in embarrassment, "I was only on my way, so I'm sorry I didn't see you." After a pause, he realized that they were not going to take the elevator, "Huh? Shouldn't they go upstairs?"

"What time is it now? Are you hungry?" The voice from the front seemed a little unhappy, why unhappy?Jiang Yuanfeng said that he didn't know either.

It was past nine o'clock when Deng Zhirong came out of the teahouse, and it was almost one o'clock in the afternoon when he arrived at his destination in Xiangcheng after riding for almost three hours.He thought it was nothing at first, but after being told by the other party, he really felt a little hungry, and his stomach growled in cooperation.

Jiang Yuanfeng lost his temper by his sound, and took him to a Chinese fast food restaurant for dinner before going back to visit.

The exhibition hall is very large, and the Xiangcheng people who know how to use the space make full use of the exhibition hall space to display the items that they protect as if they are brand new.

While visiting the exhibits and materials, Deng Zhirong felt that the cultural preservation in Xiangcheng is indeed the best in China.

Jiang Yuanfeng watched him take notes, fascinated, amused and helpless, for fear that he would hit the glass or someone, he had to hold him tightly, introduce him as he walked, and answer his sudden inquiries from time to time.

Coming out of the exhibition hall, it was almost dark.Deng Zhirong looked at the man beside him, "Don't you need to stay here?"

Jiang Yuanfeng said that there are still people from the Cultural Bureau coming over, just explain it, and, "I know where there is a better exhibition, Nanhai Thirteen Lang and Di Tang's solo exhibition, do you want to go and see it?"

Deng Zhirong's eyes lit up. Legend has it that Di Tang, a famous Cantonese opera playwright, is the son of Nanhai Thirteen Lang, and has as many famous scripts as his master.Deng Zhirong admired him very much, but unfortunately, "I remember it quite far away, right? It takes time to go back and forth, and I didn't bring a change of clothes."

Jiang Yuanfeng checked the time, and it was already past six in the afternoon, "Then, let's go to dinner first, and then watch the light and fireworks show? There happens to be a shuttle bus nearby."

Speaking of which, although Deng Zhirong often walked on both sides of Yuexiang, he never once saw the light and fireworks display of this famous foreign small harbor, so he agreed after thinking about it.

After watching the lights and fireworks, I rushed to the through train point just in time for the last bus.

Jiang Yuanfeng watched him get into the car, "I thought you would be angry." For some reason, he was very concerned about the mood of the person in front of him.

Dazed for a moment, Deng Zhirong, who wanted to understand what the other party was talking about, couldn't help laughing, "I seem so stingy? It's not true to communicate online. We only said what competitions we participated in, what scripts and songs we wrote, and we never exchanged. With my true|true identity, it's not surprising that I get an oolong."

The driver was urging, Deng Zhirong waved his hand and walked into the car.

More than ten minutes later, Jiang Yuanfeng received a text message: Thank you, I have gained a lot today.Make an appointment earlier next time and go to visit the solo exhibition together. —— Deng Zhirong

For no reason, Jiang Yuanfeng felt happy from the bottom of his heart, and a smile unconsciously curled up on his lips: Okay, let's make an appointment again. ——Jiang Yuanfeng

I added a sentence in my heart: I hope that the next time I meet, the time when my eyes will be blank | will be shorter.

Here Deng Zhirong is holding the mobile phone, flipping through the photos he took, and paused when he found one of them. He wanted to call it up and move it to a special folder, but finally became cruel and moved his finger to the delete icon. Click|click to confirm.I thought, just give it a try, will this be a special medicine?

The author has something to say: Jiang Yuanfeng: special medicine?

Deng Zhirong: Well, special medicine.

Jiang Yuanfeng: (Falling down) I'll give you a real "special medicine"!

Deng Zhirong: Hello!Hmm - slow down...