Shuang Qi

A few people drove two cars straight to Houhai. Compared with Sanlitun, which has a strong modern atmosphere, Houhai has more of the style of old Beijing.

In the middle of the bar, there is an unknown resident singer holding a guitar and singing, and the brisk singing fills the air. Although this person is unknown, his singing voice is not bad, and sometimes it is more intoxicating than the smell of wine.

The night was full of feasting and feasting, my ears were filled with rhythmic music, and there was also a confusing smell of alcohol. I was obviously tired not long ago, but I was a lot excited after drinking.

If it wasn't for Jiang Qifeng and Yang Wenjing who calmly stopped him, he might have stayed up all night without getting drunk.

The next day, the hands of the clock on the wall rotated quietly, and it was slowly approaching eleven o'clock at this moment. The warm sun outside the window was spreading evenly on the window sill, and the person on the bed was still dazed and unconscious.

Within 10 minutes, Wen Qiyu was roughly dragged from under the bed by Jiang Qifeng.

"Brother...I have a headache, I'll lie down for a while."

Wen Qiyu's brows were tightly furrowed, and his eyes were only opened a slit. Last night's alcohol rush made his head hurt, and he still hasn't recovered from it.

An indistinct voice came from him, and Jiang Qifeng had expected this result a long time ago.

He persuaded Wen Qiyu more than once last night, "Don't drink if you want to make an early morning effort", but he didn't listen to the advice, let's do it, the alarm clock rang five times this morning, this guy hasn't woken up yet, he knew that the morning time was destined deserted.

"I've given you a three-hour grace period. If you don't get up again, you'll have lunch." When Jiang Qifeng said this, his voice sounded like an emotionless machine.

Wen Qiyu, who was still unconscious, broke free from the hands that were holding him, turned over in a daze and lay down again.

"If you don't eat, if you don't eat, you won't eat. Let's talk in the afternoon..."

The blue veins on Jiang Qifeng's forehead suddenly protruded obviously, and a burst of anger rushed to his head, which was suppressed by the maturity and calmness formed over the years and did not come out directly.

He said in his heart that at least he persuaded himself that Wen Qiyu was just a playful child, and he had put in a lot of hard work for the quality of the program these days, and he should be tolerant once in a while to relax for a day, and he couldn't be too unkind.

But the more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt.He wanted to go back to those years when he was a child, no matter it was windy or rainy on weekends, as long as the sky didn't fall down, one day he wouldn't be held down by the master to practice exercises.

Jiang Qifeng himself hadn't noticed it yet, but at the moment when he was feeling emotional in his heart, he had subconsciously stepped out of the bedroom under his feet, and unconsciously helped him close the door with his hands.

Dumb for a moment, he stared at the door for two seconds, then couldn't help laughing.

Forget it, Wen Qiyu is lucky, if you can pamper him, please pamper him a little.

"I'll give you another hour, get up for dinner at twelve o'clock."

Regardless of whether he heard it or not, he turned and went to the kitchen.

I don't know what Jiang Qifeng was thinking, thinking about something alone in the kitchen, why did he suddenly have a kind heart, and Wen Qiyu simply granted another day off, or a day off every week.

At first, Wen Qiyu seemed to be half asleep and half awake, sitting slumped against the back of the chair with a bitter face and weak strength. Hearing Jiang Qifeng's words, he suddenly opened his eyes wide, and his eyes couldn't hide the joy.

I saw him throwing his body forward, pawing at the man's arm across the table and saying affectionately: "Ah, ah, I love you so much, you are really the best senior brother in the world!"

Jiang Qifeng's face remained motionless, but his heart was benefited, he always looked like this to his junior brother, he was obviously happy, but he still had to keep a straight face and chatter.

"Don't try to be lazy tomorrow. I said I'm going to teach you the work of pressing the bottom of the box. I haven't taught it for so long. Let's do it tomorrow afternoon."

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Before stepping into the study, Wen Qiyu didn't know what to do next.

So when he opened the door and found red paper on the floor, brooms and bamboo boards on the table, and white powder in the bowl, he was stunned.

He knew everything about these guys, and the pair of bamboo boards was the most familiar one, which was the Yuzi who always used to sing the lyrics of Taiping, but when so many things were put together, he couldn't figure it out.

"Brother, what is this, what is this for?"

The corners of Jiang Qifeng's mouth were raised slightly, and he stood up from the desk holding a folding fan, casually put one hand behind his back, and said unhurriedly: "A job that is about to be lost, laying down the painting pot to attract the audience. Word, have you heard it?"

Bai Shasa word?

Wen Qiyu had never heard of it, but he could probably guess a thing or two from the literal meaning.

"Just write on the ground with sand?"

"It's a word, and not only that."

Sensing the puzzled look from his partner in front of him, Jiang Qifeng no longer tried to be tricky, and said bluntly: "In the past, in order to attract the audience, the old gentleman used the ground as paper and sand as ink. He wrote with his right hand and played the board with his left Sing the lyrics of Taiping. Seriously speaking, this sand is white marble powder, we don’t need to get this extravagant one, it’s fine to grind stone into powder.”

Sprinkle words into a book, play a board and sing a song, which one doesn't bother you?Which should not be undivided attention.The two are carried out at the same time, which is what a high-level person can do.

Jiang Qifeng said again: "This technique originated in the late Qing Dynasty. It was used by Mr. Zhu Shaowen in the early years, and later Mr. Hou Baolin also excelled at this unique skill. Today's actors who can do this can only say they know it, and dare not say it is good.

What's more, it is really too difficult to sing old tunes with words on the board, and even now most of the actors can't sing, just write and talk at the same time. "

"Master taught you even this?" Wen Qiyu had mixed feelings in his heart.

"Master has always been the most serious about cross talk, so there are no scruples or reservations. If you were in the early years, you would have to learn." Jiang Qifeng said, and somehow he couldn't help feeling an inexplicable melancholy in his heart.

The old things can't stir up much waves, but after a while, the ripples in his heart returned to calm, and he returned to the subject: "Don't talk about this, just watch me do it first, and I will teach you slowly later."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Qifeng rolled up his sleeves, squeezed a handful of white sand from the bowl, leaned over and wrote the first stroke on the red paper.

At the same time, the imperial sub-boards held in his left hand collided with each other and made a crisp sound. With the strokes of his right hand, he sang the old tune of traditional Taiping lyrics.

Both hands are busy at the same time, but there is no delay in the matter. Every stroke of the right hand is smooth and flowing, and the left hand is rhythmically and orderly. This technique alone is indeed a unique skill at the bottom of the box.

Wen Qiyu's eyes were straightened, and he couldn't think of anything other than a wonderful word and admiration from the bottom of his heart.

"Brother, this is too powerful!"

When the last stroke was completed, Jiang Qifeng got up and put down the imperial son, put the extra white sand back into the bowl, patted the remaining powder on his hands, and turned his head to meet Wen Qiyu's adoring eyes.

Seeing this, he couldn't help laughing out loud: "Okay, don't just sigh, it's your turn."

Wen Qiyu's body froze, and he looked down at the dense white sand on the red paper to piece together the four words "Only My Contentment", and his scalp felt numb.

"I can't do that. When I write with a brush seriously, it looks like a ghost drawing. This...you can write and I can sing."

Jiang Qifeng was considerate of him as a beginner, and didn't intend to make it too difficult, so he said softly, "I won't ask you to sing it first, let's talk about it after you understand the word."

Wen Qiyu stared at the white sand in the bowl, all the hairs on his body resisted. "Why don't you check my singing skills first, I really can't do this word..."

Jiang Qifeng didn't care how he resisted, picked up the broom and wiped the words on the paper, and then pushed the guy's affairs to Wen Qiyu, then sat aside by himself, tasting the freshly brewed Good Longjing.

Wen Qiyu took a look at his elder brother's expression, knowing that he couldn't escape this disaster, so he took a deep breath, bit the bullet and stretched out his hand to Baisha in the bowl.

Jiang Qifeng: "It's so big, why are you using yourself as a sieve?"

Bad start...

Wen Qiyu had no choice but to let go, twirling a little bit of white sand again, recalling the movements of senior brother just now, and writing the first stroke.

Jiang Qifeng: "The first swipe is right now, where are you going to scatter it later?"

Wen Qiyu was aggrieved and Baba swept up the white sand that had just been planted, and started all over again.

Jiang Qifeng: "You're almost crooked."

……

The four characters were swept and sprinkled and swept again, and it took a full half an hour to take shape.

Wen Qiyu was exhausted and slumped on the ground, casting a begging look at Jiang Qifeng who was sitting on the seat. "Brother, do I have to learn this?"

Jiang Qifeng didn't change his face: "It's okay if you don't learn this, you memorize "Geographic Map" backwards for me."

are you human……

Wen Qiyu only dared to think about these words in his heart, and his body had already made a very honest choice-continue to catch sand ghosts and draw talismans.

Dripping water and stone piercing is not a one-day effort, and this technique is definitely not something that can be achieved overnight.

Jiang Qifeng is very patient, as long as there is no performance, he will practice Baisha with his younger brother.Wen Qiyu also worked hard, her elbows were sore every day and she couldn't straighten her back, and even in her dreams she was full of strokes and calligraphy.

But sometimes, hard work may not pay off.

Perhaps Wen Qiyu really didn't know how to calligraphy. After half a month of practice, each time he practiced for two or three hours, his frozen shoulders came out, and he still couldn't write the calligraphy.

"Brother, do you think I have improved a little bit today?" Wen Qiyu looked at Jiang Qifeng full of hope.

Jiang Qifeng really couldn't bear to hit him, so he just nodded vaguely and said, "It seems to have improved a little, but it's not obvious yet."

Wen Qiyu squatted on the ground, her brows furrowed tightly, while Jiang Qifeng watched helplessly.

Time flies by every minute and every second, but there is very little harvest.

No, don't waste time like this anymore.

With this free time, I could already recite "Geographic Map" backwards, so I have to find a way to support it.

Jiang Qifeng lowered his eyes and paced back and forth in the room, and his sixteen-core brain was also running at high speed non-stop.

After a while, he looked up at Wen Qiyu almost without hope: "How about you painting? I mean sand painting."