Under the big banyan tree, it can be said that it is very lively, and at a glance, almost all of them are the presence of some old grandfathers and grandmothers.
Occasionally, a few young people passed by here, and when they asked about Leifeng Tower, some old people began to tell the story of the White Lady and Xu Xian.
"I think about it back then, the white lady met Xu Xian next to this broken bridge, that love story, now think about it, tsk, very enviable......"
Well, a long period of nagging began.
Yang Le and Su Yiyi stood by and watched, listening, and from time to time, Yang Le would interject a few words.
"Grandpa, what do you mean by this Fa Hai Diagram, to break up this pair of lovers?"
Yang Le asked with a smile.
As soon as the old man heard that someone had asked him, the cells of the encyclopedia suddenly moved, he looked at Yang Le, clapped his hands and said, "Young man, you have a good question!"
In fact, why did Fahai break up the White Lady and Xu Xian, there is a story in it, Fahai's monk is actually a ...... who has a crush on the White Lady."
Listening to the old man's talk about Fahai's love history of pursuing the White Lady and becoming a monk in a fit of anger made Yang Le a little dumbfounded.
Baa-baa?
Why has he never heard of Fahai and this love history?
How does this sound like a spoof version of a previous life?
"Is there really such a thing?
I wonder if I've ever heard of it?
Su Yiyi couldn't help but ask.
The old man looked at Su Yiyi, and then said with a smile: "Girl, of course you don't know this, this is the history of our West Lake, outsiders don't know, and you are also lucky to hear me occasionally say these two paragraphs." ” "Hey, don't listen to this old man, young man, he's just a big mouth, and he talks nonsense all day long!"
An old lady couldn't help but interrupt.
"Old woman, don't interrupt, let him talk about it!"
Another old man followed.
"Say what you say!
Mislead young people!
The old lady interrupted the old man's words and said in a stern voice.
"Okay, okay, if you don't say it, don't say it, I won't say it, can't I sing it?"
The old man also thought like an old urchin, and said quickly.
Everyone laughed when they heard this.
After Yang Le and Su Yiyi glanced at each other, they couldn't help laughing.
In fact, when you get old, it's pretty good to live like this.
"Next, I will sing a love story between Xu Xian and the White Lady to you!
I blame this old woman for not letting me say it!
The old man picked up another musical instrument and said with a look of 'grief and indignation'.
Subsequently, a Huangmei opera was sung.
In fact, Huangmei Opera is still very good, but with the development of pop culture now, the traditional music of the past has gradually faded out of people's field of vision, and there are only these old people who can still sing it.
No one knows, after this generation passes, will the essence of these cultures still be passed on?
Thinking of this, Yang Le sighed slightly.
"What's wrong with you?
Doesn't it sound good?
I think it's pretty good.
Su Yiyi looked at Yang Le curiously and asked.
Yang Le shook his head and said with a smile: "Yes, it's very good, but I don't know if I can hear it in the future." ” After hearing this, Su Yiyi was slightly stunned, but he quickly reacted: "This ......"
After thinking about it, she also sighed: "Yes, the loss of our culture has become more and more serious. ” There's no way around it, and it's not something that one or two people can stop.
At this moment, Yang Le had a whim, he smiled slightly, stepped forward and said, "Grandpa, can you let me sing too?"
” Hearing Yang Le's words, the old man and the old lady under the big banyan tree all looked at the young man with a surprised expression.
"Huangmei Opera, can you sing?"
"Are there still young people who can sing Huangmei Opera these days?"
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They were all surprised.
Huangmei Opera is now in decline, and it's not even easy to find a successor, they really can't believe it, this young man will?
"It's just a little bit, mine is a little different."
Yang Le said with a smile.
"Good!
Here you go, boy, come on!
The old urchin also gave Yang Le the music in his hand, which was an erhu.
"Young man, which one you want to sing, we'll entertain you!"
Several old men and old ladies also said with great interest.
Yang Le waved his hand again and again and said, "This may not work, and I can sing it myself." ” "What do you mean by this?"
"Young man, don't look at me old, old man, when I was young, I specialized in singing Huangmei Opera, what tunes have I not sung?
Don't worry, as long as you can name it, I can sing it!
An old man thought that Yang Le thought they couldn't play.
"No, it's not like this, I'm not a simple Huangmei opera, but the product of my combination of Huangmei opera and current music, no one has heard it yet, so grandpa, you misunderstood."
Yang Le hurriedly explained.
Hearing Yang Le's words, everyone looked at him with surprise on their faces.
"Young man, are you going to create your own?"
The old urchin asked.
"Well, this ......
Forget it!
Yang Le hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
"Okay, then we'll hand over these instruments to you, you can use whichever you want!"
In fact, there are still many musical instruments in Huangmei Opera, including erhu, pipa, dulcimer, percussion instruments, etc., but after all, there are old men and old ladies playing here, and there will be no very good instruments.
Yang Le sat in front of these instruments with the erhu, surrounded by some old men and old ladies watching.
They don't chase stars, so Yang Le naturally took off his mask with confidence.
He said slowly: "Next, what I sing to you is also the story of Xu Xian and the White Lady, and the name is "Waiting for a Thousand Years". ” Well, it's an occupational disease, and I almost didn't think of the scene as a concert anymore.
"Once in a Thousand Years?
It's a pretty good name. ” "Come, young man, sing, sing!"
"Yes, yes, let the old man have a good time!
I have never seen a young man like you sing Huangmei!
” A group of old men laughed and urged.
Su Yiyi sat quietly on the side, looking at Yang Le, she didn't wonder why Yang Le didn't even know this.
Because, in her heart, Yang Le is omnipotent.
Yang Le put down the erhu in his hand first, and then began to beat other instruments.
His hand speed is still very fast, and he tries to restore the original tune as much as possible.
Not long after, the classic tune of "Waiting for a Thousand Years" has already sounded.
"Tsk, this is really the feeling of Huangmei Opera, young man, it's not bad!"
"Well, it's a bit of a Huangmei opera!"
The old people also felt a little emotional, and there were still young people who would do this.
When the song was almost over, Yang Le slowly started singing.
"Wait for a thousand years, wait for a while!
I have no regrets after waiting for a thousand years!!
” Everyone got goosebumps when they sang it...... …… ps： These chapters are chapters about Yang Le's transformation, mainly about some daily life of play.