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Chapter 4: Grandma dies 2

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    The whole funeral was going on in an orderly manner, but the mother, who had always been strong and capable, was uncharacteristically silent and indifferent to the funeral. She just guarded her grandma's mausoleum and couldn't afford to kneel.  I was with my mother and grandma on one side; while outside was the mourning music for the deceased, played by the well-known suona troupe.

    Speaking of this suona troupe, there is also a bitter and humiliating past. The leader of the suona troupe is more than 60 years old. He is a respected old man. Up to now, no one knows his real name.  It is called Master Ye.

    Master Ye is a vigorous old man who often wears a neat old-style Chinese tunic suit, with a silver-white beard, and a neat face, with a somewhat fairy-like appearance, but when you see the horizontal line on his face  When you see the scar on the bridge of your nose, you will feel compassion, and then give birth to infinite respect.

    Master Ye is an unfortunate person, his life is full of ups and downs.  He is the son of a long-time worker. When he was young, suona craftsmen were highly respected, and they were indispensable in weddings and weddings. Therefore, Master Ye¡¯s father, who had been impoverished all his life, hoped that his son would become a suona craftsman one day to improve his life.  people respect.

    But at that time, Master Ye didn't like suona, he was keen on reading. He hoped that he could see the outside world when he grew up, but Master Ye's father didn't agree.  The poor man with naked clothes firmly believed that he was a scholar who was useless, so he forced Master Ye to learn from the famous suona craftsman in the neighboring village.  The master submits.

    Master Ye followed his master to learn art for twelve years. Needless to say, the bitterness during this period is needless to say.  "Influenza" swept in, took root and multiplied in this desolate and backward land.

    At that time, both well-informed elders and fashion-seeking young people were full of admiration for this band wearing suits and holding novel instruments, and the melodious sounds sung by fashionable sexy girls made them even more excited.  I can't help myself.

    Therefore, the Ye family troupe, which Master Ye took over, has been helplessly declining before it has performed a few lively performances.  Later, the Ye Family Ban hardly received any invitations within a radius of tens of miles.

    Master Ye's brothers also felt that the situation was difficult, and they all abandoned it to find another way.  Even Master Ye's father forced Master Ye to go out to work with his fellow countrymen because of his poor family and Master Ye's unmarried age at thirty.  The master submits.

    ? On the day before Master Ye was going to go out to work, his master came to the door angrily and questioned him. Master Ye was too ashamed and dared not quibble, but his father made strong arguments and threw Master Ye's master out of the house.

    Master Ye's master is a traditional craftsman, who has an almost crazy love for Suona. He was heartbroken when he saw his beloved closed-door disciple abandon his craft and succumb to the secular life. On the night of the quarrel, he drank so much  He got very drunk and unfortunately fell off a cliff on the way back.

    Since then, Master Ye and Suona have been companions all day long, carrying the banner of Suona alone, wandering in this place beyond the Great Wall, which is no longer simple and simple.

    Later, a village head of a neighboring village died. According to the village head's instructions, his descendants invited Master Ye's Batai for him.

    On the day of the performance, Master Ye was like a concubine who had been cast into the cold palace and received the emperor's call. He was so excited that a middle-aged man who was nearly forty years old was crying loudly in front of the master's spiritual tablet.

    The performance was extraordinarily lively, and Master Ye played extraordinarily hard in clean clothes.

    Halfway through, a fat-headed "ball" came over, sat carelessly opposite Master Ye, squinted his eyes, and threw a cigarette, "That suona player, I heard you can play 'Hundred Birds Chaofeng'  ', isn't it? Come on, look at my father who has been the village head for so many years, not only made this dilapidated place impressive, but even died, besides our children and grandchildren, there are so many relatives and friends who came here  Filial piety, so you have to come to him for a while to cheer up the old man, this is also a little bit of your filial piety."

    Master Ye thought that when the old village chief was alive, the whole village was poor and poor, and only his family was rich. The brand new big tile-roofed house was more magnificent than the office of the township government, so Master Ye rejected the "  "Ball"'s proposal, under the threat of "Qiu" cursing, he could only pack his bags and head back home sadly.

    However, I heard that Master Ye suffered the retribution of the dead on that night. On the way home, Master Ye had his leg broken and his face was cut.

     Since then, several of Master Ye's brothers have washed their hands and never did it again.

    However, in that unenlightened society, Master Ye did not choose to stand up and fight tenaciously, but chose to calm down, and the woman who had been with him for more than a year also did not tell him when he basically recovered.  And don't.

    From then on, Master Ye didn't beg for him, and served his wife and father wholeheartedly. After a few years, the two old people also left the world one after another. After Master Ye buried the two relatives with the help of relatives and neighbors  , leaning on crutches, carrying luggage, one person, one suona, began to wander hundreds of miles around, playing the enduring swan song.

    At that moment, the admiration for foreigners was also vividly reflected in that lonely back, and Suona was just a microcosm of it.

    Later, Master Ye got old and couldn't walk anymore, so he returned to his hometown after falling leaves.  But what is pleasing is that in the past few years, from top to bottom, they have realized the superiority and self-confidence of the local culture, and began to explore and protect it. Therefore, although the old Master Ye rejuvenated again, he began to play at weddings and weddings in the countryside.  His swan song

    Listening to this desolate tune, Li Shaohui couldn't help but think of his kind grandma again. He felt infinitely sad. He suddenly thought of the song "Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix".  .

    Thinking in this way, Li Shaohui went to discuss with his elders. Several elders thought that "Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix" was only performed for those who made outstanding contributions, and ordinary people did not deserve to enjoy it. Since grandma was just an ordinary woman, it was obviously unlikely.

    "But after all, it is a matter of Guangyao's lintel. What if Master Ye agrees for a while? There is no loss if you don't agree. It's just a waste of words." At the insistence of Li Shaohui's father, several people respected Master Ye.  I invited the Taishi chair in the middle of the room to explain the purpose of my visit above. After hearing this, Master Ye felt a little embarrassed, and after pondering for a while, he said: "As a suona craftsman, "Hundred Birds and Phoenix" is the bottom-pressing skill of a suona craftsman.  I only played it once in my life at the funeral of Wang¡¯s Er Goudan who died to save several drowning children in our village that year, and I haven¡¯t played it since then. So you know the rules of suona craftsmen, it¡¯s not that I don¡¯t want to  Playing for you, it's really"

    "Master Ye, you can't think like this. Although my grandma is just an ordinary old man, very ordinary and ordinary, but you also know that she is the first old man here who has lived a hundred years and can span a century. She has experienced  She lived through the turbulent years of the Republic of China and the difficult War of Resistance Against Japan, but she finally spent her old age with us and left this world with a smile. This is a living book that records the hard times in our village towards happiness and stability  , I think this alone is enough for you to come up with a song "Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix."

    "It seems reasonable to say that." Master Ye stroked his beard and smiled.

    Others also took the opportunity to persuade you one by one. Some said that although the old man had no great achievements, he was kind and friendly.  This barren mountain village; some people say that the old man has lived for more than 100 years, is a happy person, and will bring blessings to the village; knowledgeable people will say that hard work and bravery for a while, anyone can do it, but  A lifetime of kindness is the most precious thing. What is even more threatening is that the government has issued new regulations in the past few years, and everything must be economized.  I'm afraid there will be no chance in the future

    Therefore, under the persuasion of everyone, Master Ye finally agreed to play "Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix" again after a lapse of nearly forty years.

    So all the descendants in hemp and filial piety bowed to Master Ye who was in the Taishi Chair, and Master Ye took out the suona that has been passed down for nearly 400 years, and played the music again across time and space.  "Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix" with a radius of hundreds of miles.

    And Li Shaohui stared blankly at the relatives and friends who were either busy or sad in this boundless music. Thinking that his kind grandmother would be buried at the foot of Nanshan Mountain tomorrow and leave this world forever, he couldn't help feeling sad. He looked at  Mother, mother is looking at the sunset in the sky obsessively, her thin back is extremely lonely

    Li Shaohui's nose was sore, his eyes were reddish, and he called softly: "Mom."

    But the mother didn't seem to hear it, and she was still looking at the sky obsessively.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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