Zhui Xu Chapter 29

"...If you come to me, you will immediately be the big treasurer of the Sufu area. You will be able to allocate all the resources of the Sujia three rooms. How many requirements you have, as long as we can do it, naturally agree with you. If you can manage these resources well, the second sister is only a woman after all. In the future, she will not be able to take over the big house. If you want to get her, there are naturally many ways... I said that you are a smart person, and everyone knows that you are smart. People, we have sincerity on this side, there is no need to say anything extra, you think about it..."

The sound of Su Wenji was ringing in the snow, and in fact he was already ready to tell him. Among the few shopkeepers in the Sujia Dafang, Xi Junyi is the most dazzling one. Although he is still a few seniors in his qualifications, he is not able to hold up the half of the Su family in the future. Suspicion, even most people say that this is the material of the reading test. The Wu family spent a lot of money to ask him to pass him. He did not agree. He will stay in the Su family, but only for the second Miss Su Tan.

Therefore, since Su Tan's marriage, Su Yunfang and Su Wenji have been trying to approach each other and release their good intentions. Su Wenji, who knows this skill, can't do it, but he has always been self-sufficient, and he is extremely gracious to the capable person. What he stresses is that "I may not have the ability. I just need to let things go to those who have the ability to do it." It's all right,” such an attitude has received a lot of praise from outside.

However, at this time, Xi Junyi listened to his speech and watched him for a while. After a while, the palm of his hand was shot **** his shoulder. In Su Wenji's doubts, he still shook his head and sneered: "Seven less, don't be naive... ..."

"This is your best chance... you know what I said is true."

Unable to understand the other party's thoughts, Su Wenji was also confused by the other's attitude. Xi Jun's palm on his shoulder was very hard, and he had to repeat these words. After a while, he met with a sigh.

"Oh, seven less, sergeant Li Xian, wide to use people, is a good thing. I know that this is the three masters who teach you, there is no way to manage, you don't have to gesticulate, this is also a tricky way, but you don't understand, people who can really use people You must also hold back the talent line. If one day your two people disagree, you will not even have the ability and prestige to decide, how do you use people!"

Looking at the man in front of him, Xi Junyi felt funny. Su Wenji thought for a long while: "At least... is this a good thing for you?"

Xi Junyi shook his head: "I am a monarch, and I will not stand with those who are destined to fail."

He said this, turned and left, seeing the figure striding away, Su Wenji hesitated for a while, finally realized: "You are angry! You are angry!"

"This sentence is still some progress." Xi Jun said indifferently, then waved his hand back and forth, the snowflake seemed to burst open in the air. "Wake up, seven less, you can't fight Su Tan She hasn't put you in the eye since the beginning!"

In the snow and ice dance, Su Wenji stunned and watched the figure of the ink shirt striding away. After a while, he frowned and pressed his anger. Although he thought of so many contacts, it seemed to be the first time that Xi Junyi became Out of control, angry, it is a turning point, but because of the words of Xi Junyi, the mood is still unbearable, and then, a punch hit the tree trunk next to it.

He is not very strong in his own right. He only has a punch in the weekdays. It just hurts. At this time, he is ready for pain. He bites his teeth and shakes in the air. He calls, the whole neck is cold and cold. The shoulders are also full of snow. Looking up angrily, his eyes became wrong, his mouth was a bit, and the look of horror seemed to rise...

Looking far away, the figure under the tree hit the tree, and the tree swayed a few times, then... bang-哗-

The white and green colors drowned the shadows, and both hands and one foot swayed on the snow.

After a while, there was a cry from the crowd: "Come to people - come people - the seven young masters are buried in the snow -"

"... listening to youth, welcoming laughter, swearing many people,

That history, gentle and unwilling, the pen is too embarrassing.

The fireworks are cold and easy to divide.

And you are asking, am I still serious...

After the millennium, I am deeply involved, and who is waiting,

And the history of Qing, can not be true, Wei Shu Luoyang City.

If you are following, the past life,

Dyed with red dust, follow me, wandering for a lifetime..."

The strings are soft, and the sound is like a stream of water. The woman's voice is shallow, and there is groping, meditation, and doubts. She combines some monophonic singing in the singing method. The twists of Ning Yi's teaching of her were preserved, and the tunes were not high, soft and long as alcohol.

The man peeled off the eggshell of the duck egg in such a song. The amber color gradually appeared in the air as the eggshell fell. In this era similar to the Song Dynasty, the loose egg was in the music. For the first time, it appeared in front of the person's eyes, and was then placed in the porcelain bowl in front, and the amber color of the egg white was awesome. Ning Yi listened to Nie Yunzhu's "Gala Rain" which is quite different from the original version, and can feel a hint of ancient charm in the vague.

Even in this era, many times what you see and hear is still a simple life, simple and boring. Walking on the Qinhuai River on weekdays, those buildings are not as beautiful as those on TV, and all kinds of mess on the road. . This kind of ancient rhyme is a kind of specific state of mind, just like he looks at the lights in Su's yard every night, just like the bright moon that the little singer sang on that day, like the ease of the small building inside and outside the big rain, can make He thinks that many years later, the ancient rhyme will come out of his heart. After all, he is a modern person. This kind of state of mind is the most precipitating of the time, such as poetry.

After listening to the song quietly, Nie Yunzhu also had some words to stop. She has never heard such a folk song, but there is no such strange singing in the music that can be used in the elegant hall. After thousands of years of decline, the music and music are all along the path of monophonic music. Even after the millennium, the singing method pursued by every local opera is actually working hard from the imposing manner. To say change, it is better to combine modern music of various styles. It's complicated, this song is finished, and Nie Yunzhu's skill can naturally feel the complex changes pursued in the song. In a sense, this simple superficiality is on the other hand, and the pursuit of skill changes is extremely complicated. The music is almost evil, but for her, there are indeed many shocks and inspirations.

On the other hand, the lyrics are a bit too shallow, and some places seem to have a patchwork suspicion... She looks at Ning Yi. Perhaps it is casual, but it is like casually saying a word, inadvertently pursuing an interesting method of singing, and finally spelling such a song. It's just that, even if it's so, it's amazing. The sloppy words actually have some illusory ideas, and they're a cynical game. Prior to this, Nie Yunzhu never thought that one day he would be confused by such a piece of music and confused.

"This son's singing method, but is it free to piece together in the weekdays?" Although it is unbelievable, it can only be like this. If it is really familiar with the temperament, it is afraid that the first song of the folk song will never become like this.

"Can you listen?"

"Weird, but interesting." Nie Yunzhu thought about it, cautiously chose words, and then smiled. "Just... I am afraid that I can only spend the weekdays, or sing freely when my friends meet, oh... I am afraid..."

Some of hers are not very good to say, Ning Yi laughed: "Waitless to be elegant, huh, huh." Slightly paused, "but it was just my favorite, I listened, I found it interesting."

Ning Yi has always been easy to follow, and Nie Yunzhu has been used to it. At this time, he saw his attitude. The doubts and chaos in his heart have already gone. It's just the first weird song. As long as you can sing and listen, it's also true. It makes people feel happy. She has studied the rhythm very deep, and has some rules to defend the bottom line. But at this time, I was not surprised by what was happening at the moment. I only thought that the other party should be so.

"It's actually nice." She nodded with a smile. "Just... I haven't heard such a song in the past. I have to use a new score, but I have to study for a few days..."

Ning Yi smiled and nodded. "Oh, of course, I am not in a hurry. In fact, I feel very good after listening to it again. I just listened very well."

"The son has won the prize. In fact, many places can't play the songs..." Nie Yunzhu said, then looked at the duck eggs in the bowl. "Why is this salted duck egg?"

"This is called a Songhua egg. You can also name it as a jade egg agate egg rich egg. This altar is for you to taste. I have taken this altar. I will sell it later. There should be business, all the world. It should be the only one, no branch is right..."

Ning Yi smiled and introduced the Songhua egg. He originally asked Nie Yunzhu to pick up a total of 50 altars. At this time, he only planned to take an altar. Anyway, he just wants to eat this, and whoever sells it is the same. Nie Yunzhu understands the music. Later, he has to ask her to compose music. It is an investment.

After a small repression, Nie Yunzhu still had to accept it, and chatted for a while. Nie Yunzhu found a few straw ropes from the kitchen to tie the small jar. Ning Yi mentioned that the tile altar left and Nie Yunzhu sent him outside the door. It was only after a while that I returned to the room.

"There are rains, the old hometown is deep..."

Whispering and rubbing the music, Nie Yunzhu went to the table and looked at the paper with the lyrics. Then he picked up the loose eggs in the bowl, and the teeth were lightly opened, biting, chewing, and still in the mouth. Singing the lyrics word by word.

I have never heard of eccentric songs, the taste of duck eggs that I have never eaten, and these things are pouring into my heart. When Fang Ning Yi was at the time, his heart was quiet, but at this time he did not know why it became a little messy.

"The mottled city gate, the old tree roots, the reverberating slate is waiting..."

"There are rains, the old hometown is deep..."

"The voice of the suburbs in the suburbs falls in the wild village, and the fate is rooted..."

"I heard that you are always alone..."

"Dyeing red dust, following me, wandering for a lifetime..."

The soft voice was just a faint groan, but I remembered a lot of things in my mind. I remembered the scene when the two men came back together. She put down the pineapple in her hand, went to the door, and gently opened the door. The snow was inspired by the outside. Come in, she stood there looking into the distance on the road, the figure of the Tsing Yi robes holding a paper umbrella, drifting away in the snow, there is only one final blurred image.

"Dyeing red dust..."

The heart creaked and felt like I was standing at the door of the red dust. The chest was slightly undulating, my thoughts were like a tide, and sometimes I felt that the meaning of the song was difficult to say, and sometimes I felt something else, oh, oh Hey, he struck hard in his heart, and then felt that he thought too much.

"Ning Gongzi is a gentleman, when he just writes words at random... Nie Yunzhu..."

"Nie Yunzhu Nie Yunzhu Nie Yunzhu..."

The figure in the distance has already disappeared into the snow. She closed the door, licked her mouth and walked back to the round table to sit down. It was really too much. She held her hand on her face, looked at the lyrics sideways, whispered a few words in her mouth, then squatted again, her chin resting on the overlapping hands, looking straight, the bite of the loose egg Not far away, a beam of light coming in through the door came in, and it was in the amber color, and it was shining in the sky.

She was there and she was there, looking at the crystal color for a while, in the dimly lit room, the little girl seemed to be...

PS: It seems that some people always think that ancient people have ancient styles. They seem to be full of classical Chinese styles, so modern songs are not to be seen anyway and will be treated as heretics in any case. Here, the ancients, in the pre-Qin period, they talked on the weekdays in the form of classical Chinese, but by the beginning of the Tang Dynasty, they basically became vernacular, and classical Chinese was just a form of writing. These vernaculars are actually similar to ours now, and the vernacular such as the Water Margin can represent some, but whether it is a vernacular or not, since it has become a book, the way of speaking these vernacular books is actually more than the actual speech at the time. Zou is a few points. In the Song and Yuan Dynasties, especially in the Ming Dynasty, the official government's notices all demanded vernacular, and the Qing dynasty Guangxu gave the officials the Zhu Zeng in the past, "How do you do the governor?"

So don't really think that the ancients must be different from us. The modern songs can't wait for the grandeur of the ancient times. You have to say that I am elegant and impossible. However, private entertainment between the two tribes is really not what. event. Moreover, the lyrics of modern songs are different from those of ancient times. When you compare various dramas of Peking Opera and Yue Opera, you will find that the difference is different. The ancient singing method is different in direction, so the more complicated and quirky singing method~www.mtlnovel.com ~ Maybe they don't adapt, but they are interesting and new in private. This should be nothing to understand. What's more... People MM have a good impression first...

I don't pursue pure ancient rhyme. For example, if you write ancient texts, you must follow the ancient methods to give people an ancient feeling. Even some people say that they should not invent and do not invent, and keep the original. Ancient - I don't pursue these. The story I want to write is not a routine "ancient official language", "ancient stalwart", "ancient farming", "ancient martial arts", I don't pursue routines. If you want to define this article, it is very simple: a modern person returns to a series of things that happened in ancient times... As long as it is possible and interesting, I will not avoid it. If you go back to ancient times, you Don't you miss the TV? Don't you miss the song? Don't you miss MSG? He must first be a modern person. I will never make the protagonist an ancient person for any ancient rhyme. That would be unreasonable. My ancient rhyme will be revealed from other aspects. A "modern person" will return to "ancient". It is a drama conflict, and modern people are as important as ancient times.

I only pursue the rationality of human nature, give him an environment, and I can let him happen. It is like the above, I let the song appear, based on such a series of considerations, I have thought about this, I know the ancients. Speak in vernacular, so this is enough.

Of course, as for the roots, I don't want to believe this. I don't know what it's like to say that I don't know what folk songs think of ancient people as aliens. Then I can't help.