Heroines: Opening Dialogue with Wu Zetian

The lens turns yellow and the scene starts to flash back.

……

The sun is shining, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant.

Yang Sijun and Gu Qing, who were wearing high school uniforms, were sitting on a piece of grass, cuddling each other, the sun shining through the leaves and casting light spots on the ground.

Gu Qing: "Junjun, have you volunteered? What major are you going to apply for?"

Yang Sijun: "Not yet, I like computers more, and I want to apply for a major in computer science."

Gu Qing: "I heard that computer majors are saturated now, and it will not be good for employment in the future."

Yang Sijun: "Then what major should I apply for?"

Gu Qing: "Materials, haven't you heard? The 21st century is the world of materials!"

Yang Sijun nodded and said, "Okay, then I will apply for the material major just like you!"

Gu Qing: "Thank you, Junjun! After we graduate, I will definitely buy you a big house for you. When we get married, I will definitely give you a grand wedding!"

"This is what you said, come and pull the hook!"

"Hanging on the hook, not allowed to change for 100 years!!"

……

The color of the lens is restored, and the picture ends.

Yang Sijun clenched her fists and scolded herself for being too stupid. If she had insisted on majoring in computer science, with her mathematical talent, she would have become a top industry leader by now!

"The first sword on the shore is to kill the person you like first! This is indeed true!"

……

At eight o'clock in the morning, Yang Sijun habitually opened his eyes, thinking about catching the first bus, when he suddenly shook his head and smiled wryly.

"Almost forgot, I'm unemployed."

After a brief wash, Yang Sijun walked out of the room and came to the courtyard, where his mother was already busy in the kitchen.

The morning sun was still bright, making the whole yard warm. Yang Sijun did some stretching exercises, moved his body briefly, then picked up the broom and started to clean the fallen leaves in the yard.

"Junjun? Don't be so busy. There is no end to sweeping the leaves. The meal will be ready soon. You go and set the table first."

"it is good!"

Yang Sijun put down the broom, moved the dining table in the corner into the yard, wiped it with a rag, and washed his hands.

Dang Cuilian came out of the kitchen with two cold dishes and put them on the dining table.

"Drink corn porridge today, go call your dad, he's wandering around the field again."

"it is good!"

Yang Sijun walked out of the gate and walked towards an apple orchard. The wheat fields on the side of the road were lush and green, and occasionally a few pheasants could be seen flying out of the wheat fields.

Yang Shuanhu was squatting on the ground smoking a cigarette silently. When he saw Yang Sijun coming, he quickly extinguished the cigarette.

"Dad, it's time to eat."

"Okay, come back!"

……

After breakfast, Yang Sijun followed his father to the village cemetery, kowtowed to his grandparents and burned paper on his knees.

"Grandpa and grandma, my granddaughter is back to see you. I hope you will live happily over there. Everything is fine at home. Please rest assured."

Yang Sijun slowly put the paper money in his hand into the brazier, muttering to himself.

"Teacher Yang!! Teacher Yang!!"

There was a shout, and Yang Sijun turned around, only to find that it was a man in a white shirt and leather shoes, about 20 years old.

The man climbed up the hillside, gasped for breath, and then looked at Yang Shuanhu and said, "Mr. Yang! The results of the provincial evaluation have come out, and you are now the intangible inheritor of the Blood Society Fire in our Chisha Village! Now you can Received a subsidy of 2000 yuan."

Yang Shuanhu nodded quickly when he heard this, and said, "Really! Thank you so much, Secretary Xia! By the way, Junjun, this is the poverty alleviation cadre of Chisha Village, Secretary Xia Yuzhou!"

"Hello, comrade! I'm Xia Yuzhou!"

"Hi Secretary Xia, I'm Yang Sijun."

"I heard from Teacher Yang that you also graduated from Jinghai University?"

"Well, from the 16th Material Academy."

"Really! I'm from the 17th class of the Faculty of Arts. Speaking of which, I have to call you senior sister!"

"Don't, don't, Secretary Xia has upset me." Yang Sijun nodded awkwardly.

"Go, go back to the house! Go back to the house and talk." Yang Shuanhu said.

……

Xia Yuzhou took a sip of tea and said, "Mr. Yang, have you thought about passing on this intangible cultural heritage skill?"

Yang Shuanhu: "Secretary Xia, to tell you the truth, I have always wanted to find a suitable successor, but the young people nowadays are not interested in this."

Xia Yuzhou: "Mr. Yang, have you ever thought of passing it on to your daughter?"

Yang Shuanhu: "No, no, this skill has always been passed on from male to female."

Xia Yuzhou: "Mr. Yang, it's a new society now, how can you still have the idea of ​​patriarchal?"

Yang Shuanhu remained silent, picked up a large mug of tea on the table, blew away the foam on the water, took a few sips, and then said: "Secretary Xia, it's really not that I favor boys over girls. As the saying goes Rare things are valuable. This blood society fire is the unique secret of our Chisha Village. Everyone relies on this craft to perform in other places and can earn some money. Once it is passed on to a woman, this craft will not be lost once the woman is married. Just spread it out? This is ruining our village’s job, how can I hold my head up in the village in the future. It’s okay if I want to pass on a daughter, Secretary Xia, how about you be my son-in-law?”

Yang Sijun: "Oh, Dad, what are you talking about?"

Yang Shuanhu: "Just kidding, just kidding."

Xia Yuzhou: "It's okay, I'll go first, you're busy!"

"I'll see you off, Secretary Xia."

"no, I'm fine."

After Xia Yuzhou left, Yang Shuanhu looked at Yang Sijun and said, "Look at him, he's a year younger than you, and now he's an official, what about you? After studying for a while, you're still unemployed. What a shame! "

Yang Sijun remained silent, and then said: "Dad, I feel that I am a bit unlucky. Next time you get a happy piercing, give me a piercing too, and get rid of my bad luck!"

"Yes! Your doll is finally enlightened!" Yang Shuanhu smiled and said, "I told you long ago that there are gods above your head, and you are talking about feudal superstitions. This is something handed down from our ancestors. Why is it a feudal superstition?"

"Oh, Dad, I know I'm wrong, so just promise me, when I get rid of bad luck, maybe I'll find a good job."

"Okay, there will be a performance in the next town in our village tomorrow, and I will bring you along."

"Okay! What about the show?"

"Perform "Wu Song's bloody battle against the Lion House", when the time comes you will pretend to be Pan Jinlian, how about it?"

"Ah, why is this clip again? Why don't your performance keep pace with the times? If you perform a performance of serfs fighting landlords, youths fighting capitalists, I think it should attract more young people."

Yang Shuanhu was silent for a moment, then looked at Yang Sijun and said, "Eh... what you said makes sense, we can arrange a scene like this some other day!"

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