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Chapter 906 Cultural Confidence (Two Chapters in One)

".Under the coercion and lure of the traitor Wu Chunguo, Guixiang was forced to agree to go to the dance hall run by the devil to perform. The brothers and sisters in the class were very worried, because they knew that Guixiang's visit would be bad luck! "

Wu Jingyi's story about a legendary Kunqu opera actress in Shanghai during the Republic of China has entered a thrilling plot.

I have to say that Wu Jingyi's storytelling ability is very good, not only the rhythm is well controlled, the atmosphere can be felt from her tone, and her expression is also very rich, as if performing a drama, sometimes sad , sometimes angry, and the mobilization of the eyeballs, making these emotional changes give people a vivid and delicate feeling!

The children listened intently, and the older children were also very nervous, watching her with breathless concentration.

Of course, not afraid.

The "Grandma Wu" in front of her spoke very nicely. Yang Qian could hear Wu Nong's soft accent, but in order for the children to understand her, she spoke Mandarin.

Such a gentle and pleasant voice, such ups and downs in the plot, how could Xin Zihao and the others not be fascinated by it?

"Guixiang rejected everyone's proposal to help her escape the devil's surveillance and fly away from now on, and let everyone go first. She stayed in the devil's capital alone to attract the devil's attention. No one knew Guixiang's plan, but she was in the devil. When the ballroom opened, he was not alone, and a few mysterious people appeared in the already empty Kunban."

Who is the mysterious man?
It must be a martial arts hero who can save Guixiang!
Xin Zihao thought a little excitedly.

"To perform for Taijun, someone has to play music for me. They are the main player, the second player, and the third player. Wu Chunguo asked why they were all unfamiliar faces. Gui Xiang said that the people in Kunban were greedy for life and fear of death, and had already abandoned her. My friend is a young apprentice in the Kun class, young and bold, so he stayed. Wu Chunguo was very suspicious and asked them to show their skills, but one person took out the suona and played a song to him face to face, and Wu Chunguo dispelled his doubts."

It is really frightening to hear!
Yang Qian didn't know whether this story was true or not. If it was true, how could Wu Jingyi know so clearly?Moreover, Yang Qian had never heard of this story in his impression.

But if it was fake, Wu Jingyi would not have made up such a realistic story for the children in front of the camera.

However, no matter what, Yang Qian was still infected by this story, and felt that he saw an old man who endured humiliation and carried on in order to resist Japan and save the nation, regardless of personal safety and danger!
"Osmanthus successfully entered the new dance hall opened by the devils. That night, the ballroom was brightly lit and the dance hall was peaceful. Key officials from the devils, the biggest traitor who took refuge in the devils, and some businessmen in the devils who advocated treason and glory all came to join them. People who are well-dressed and well-dressed are proud and collude!
The devil asked Guixiang to sing, and Guixiang went up and sang "Peach Blossom Fan".The devils couldn't understand, and they all applauded!But among the traitors, there were a few who knew Kunqu opera. They looked at each other and felt that there was something unclear in it, but they didn't dare to say it out, for fear of disturbing the devil's interest!
Just when the two devils with the highest status were muttering, looking at Guixiang's eyes glistening, and discussing something bad, Guixiang sang: "I have seen the jasmine palace in Jinling and the flowers blooming early in the Qinhuai water pavilion. Who knows?" Easy to freeze.Seeing him getting up from Zhulou, seeing him entertaining guests, seeing his building collapse'."

After Wu Jingyi finished speaking, she compared her fingers, showing the appearance of the characters in the play without makeup, and then sang this passage in person with a somewhat sad and indignant voice.

For people not in the Jiangnan area, Kunqu Opera is not easy to understand. The Kunqu Opera sung by Wu Jingyi does not use Zhongzhou rhyme, but "Su Bai" - the Suzhou dialect.

However, because she read the lines in Mandarin first, the children can understand what she is singing even if they don't understand the meaning of each sound she sings.

Combined with the plot of the story just seen, the children all listened with solemn faces, and the older children were filled with righteous indignation. Xin Zihao clenched his fists, as if he was about to cross the past and fight the devils!

"At that time, the devils were still clapping and applauding, and the traitors all changed their expressions. Just when they were about to stop Guixiang from singing again, the music suddenly stopped!"

Wu Jingyi paused when she said this, the string in everyone's heart was stretched to the tightest.

"The musicians brought by Guixiang just now jumped out suddenly. The suona player pulled out a short knife from the suona and charged at the big traitor. The Sanxian player smashed the qin and drum and took out a gun to shoot at the devil. Some drummers took out the oil bottles inside and lit a big fire in the dance hall."

happy!

Although Grandma Wu's words were very thrilling, Xin Zihao was still delighted when he heard it, and couldn't help but waved his fists and shouted "Yes"!
"That night, the devil's two high-ranking officials and wealthy businessmen were assassinated, but unfortunately, there were desperate guards around the big traitor, and he was only shot once. But he didn't feel well. Later, the bullet was not taken out, and the lead poison spread. , A few years later, he also died of illness at the devil's place!"

Wu Jingyi began to prepare for the end of her story.

She was very satisfied with the reactions of the children, whether it was their outrage at the story or their devotion to the Kunqu opera she sang, although she only sang a short section.

"Kill the XX devil, kill the big traitor!"

Xin Zihao continued to dance, his frank appearance made all the adults present laugh at the same time.

It's not ridicule, everyone is very pleased with the children's performance!
"Grandma Wu, where is Guixiang? Is she okay?"

Jin Wei asked questions that some children had forgotten.

"She didn't have an accident, but she was seriously injured during the escape. Although she recovered slowly, her body never allowed her to return to the Kunqu Opera stage."

Wu Jingyi's words cooled down the excitement of the children, and all of them showed expressions of regret or even regret.

It shouldn't be like this!

Shouldn't those great heroes all come and go without a trace, and after doing great things, shouldn't they retire?
"Grandma Wu, where are those uncles? Those uncles who play suona."

Xin Zihao followed up and asked.

He didn't want to show off in front of Jin Wei this time, the little boy was all focused on this story at the moment, and even regarded himself as a member of these heroes, caring about them.

"Some protected Guixiang and escaped smoothly, while others failed to escape in order to cover them."

Wu Jingyi looked at him kindly and said softly.

Yang Qian could feel that under this calm tone, there should be a more turbulent plot hidden.

For example, who were these assassins of traitors and devils, and where did they come from?
For example, why did Guixiang know them, and why did she cooperate with them so bravely?
For another example, how did they escape later, did they take cover behind them, were they killed in the chaos, or were they tortured to death after being captured?

Wu Jingyi obviously did not plan to elaborate on these too deep contents with the children.

But now Yang Qian is listening, more and more feel that this story is real, because it is too real!

To give an example, didn't the big traitor in history die of illness because he was assassinated and then affected by lead poisoning?
"Grandma Wu, woo woo, I don't want them to die."

Xin Zihao's crying interrupted Yang Qian's reverie.

Yang Qian looked at the little boy dumbfounded. He didn't know when he threw himself into Wu Jingyi's arms, crying with snot and tears.

"Don't be sad, the sacrifices of these ancestors were not in vain. They saved our country desperately, so that we now live in a peaceful and happy era, don't you think? So we can't forget what the invaders gave us The humiliation brought about, we must not forget the sacrifices of the anti-Japanese ancestors, we must study harder and serve the motherland. Isn't it?"

Wu Jingyi knelt down, pressed Xin Zihao's shoulder, and comforted the little boy.

"But I study, and my grades are not good."

When Xin Zihao heard it, he cried even louder.

It was a moving scene, but when he said that, everyone was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed.

What a straightforward kid!

"Haohao, there are many ways to serve the motherland. Some are through studying, becoming scientists, becoming university scholars, inventing more powerful things for our country, and some are helping more people live a good life through hard work. You If you like to sing and aspire to be a musician in the future, you can also serve the motherland.

Because our country needs to be self-reliant, self-reliant, and prosperous, but also inseparable from the strength of cultural spirit!Just as Mr. Wu and Mr. Huang have been vigorously promoting our traditional culture of Peking Opera and Kunqu Opera, we, as musicians, must learn from them, sing the voice of our own country and our own nation, and sing about our culture. Come with confidence! "

Yang Qian added from the side.

What he said was a bit like a concluding speech, which made several performing artists of Peking Opera and Kunqu Opera applaud him one after another.

But why didn't Yang Qian think so?

Mr. Qian, the master of Chinese studies discussed by Yang Qian and Dai Yuni, once said something like this:

"The so-called struggle for the survival of a nation is, in the final analysis, a struggle for the survival of a culture; the power of a nation is, in the final analysis, a power of culture. Without culture, there is no history; without history, there is no nation; without nation, there is no Power; without power, there is no existence. Therefore, in order to win the War of Resistance, the general public must have a comprehensive understanding of their own national culture, and let the potential of this national culture be fully developed.”

The rise and fall of a nation, the rise and fall of a country are closely related to the economy, politics, military affairs, and even diplomacy. However, a lack of cultural self-confidence and a lack of identity with their own traditional culture among young people will also lead to The existence of a nation in name only.

Such stories have already been verified in other countries.

Whether it is a small country that does not have much of its own cultural heritage, or a large country that also has a very splendid history and culture, it has given up what it insists on and is led by others, and its culture and thinking have also begun to be influenced by the West.

No one is good in the end
Haven't they prospered in the past few decades?Haven't you been brilliant?

But without the spiritual pillar of cultural self-confidence, no matter how prosperous the event is, it will eventually be a mirror image!
The root of our Chinese nation lies in the culture that has been passed down for thousands of years!

The change of history and the change of dynasties have not affected the inheritance of our culture. Although we do not inherit it blindly and need to keep pace with the times, we must not ignore it, abandon it, and lose our identity with our culture. feel!

Yang Qian hopes that the Chinese music scene can develop. He just hopes that the Chinese people in the music industry will not lose this confidence and sense of identity. He just hopes that children will not give up listening to our Chinese songs because of the discontinuity of the Chinese music scene. Listening to foreign music is hoping to defend the bottom line of our culture living in music!

His battlefield may seem small, but it is also full of gunpowder and full of dangers!
"Mr. Wu, I was filming a show just now, so I don't have a chance to communicate with you and ask for advice."

When the children were invited to watch another Kunqu Opera show, Yang Qian stood at the back of the theater, joined Huang Songyuan, who had removed his make-up, and communicated with Wu Jingyi, who was not about to perform on stage.

Of course Wu Jingyi will not be on stage. Originally, there is no schedule for her performance in Lifangyuan in the near future. Naturally, she will not temporarily change actors to let her be on stage.

"It doesn't matter, I also came to see you and these children today. Xiao Yang, you did a great job. You can bring these children to watch our traditional drama and promote us."

Wu Jingyi looked at Yang Qian appreciatively and said.

Although Yang Qian didn't intend to arrange to watch their Kunqu opera, it was because of Wu Jingyi's old face that she could show her face in Kunqu opera.
"I'm ashamed to say it, Mr. Wu, I haven't actually made much contribution. After studying Peking Opera for two years, my singing level can only be regarded as an entry level. It's far behind my senior brothers and others. I'm too embarrassed to show it. Performance."

Yang Qian wasn't self-effacing, he really didn't sing well enough, and he couldn't be as thick-skinned as some people. After learning a little bit of Peking Opera, he dared to show off with great fanfare, and he could put on a part of any song.

It is also because the current audiences don't know much about Peking Opera, so they are full of praise on the short video platform, and they have to be those opera-crazy audiences back then.

"Boomed them down long ago!"

The teacher Tian Zhenshan and Yang Qian said so.

The more Yang Qian learns, the more he understands how high the barriers to entry are in the opera industry.

Perhaps, it doesn’t need to be so high now, the art of the masses should lower the threshold a little bit, and there is nothing wrong with those Internet celebrities who show their drama on the short video platform.

But at least Yang Qian felt that as a practitioner, he should set a good benchmark and let the audience understand what is good and what is not so good.

Fish and dragons have been mixed for too long, and the audience may forget what a dragon is like
Fortunately, there are also many professional seniors in the opera industry performing in person, and they have also won the love of many opera-loving audiences on the Internet!
"Mr. Wu, I would like to ask you a question. Is the story of 'Guixiang' you mentioned true or not?"

After complimenting each other with Wu Jingyi for a while, Yang Qian asked the question he had held back for a long time.

Wu Jingyi's expression didn't change much, she just smiled and said something that moved Yang Qian:

"'Cinnamon' is my grandmother."

　Today is September [-], don't forget the national humiliation!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)