Hades sequence

Chapter 114 I found it, the drama of the white cloth female ghost dance (subscription required)

"Of course I like it."

Uncle Li took out the key chain full of keys, found one of the keys and inserted it into the iron door of the funeral shop.

Jiang Jiuguo stepped forward to help and pulled up the iron gate together.

A clatter.

The iron gate was pulled up, and Uncle Li's words came:
"People of my generation didn't have as many toys and convenient mobile phones as you when I was young. They played with throwing handkerchiefs, slingshots, and rolling hoops. The biggest expectation is that the theater troupe will come to us on tour, so that we can live without Do your homework and go to the theater with your parents."

Then, entering the store, Uncle Li turned on the switch of the incandescent light bulb in the store, and turned the switch of the old-fashioned blade fan.

The sultry summer wind blew up Li Bo's old-fashioned sleeveless white vest.

Jiang Jiuguo was familiar with the road, picked up the electric kettle on the table and filled it with water from the kitchen faucet.

During the filling of water.

He looked sideways at Uncle Li in the store from the kitchen door:

"Uncle Li, have you watched a lot of plays?"

"That's not right, look at my age, I'm not bragging to you, I've seen more dramas than you eat."

Li Bo took advantage of Jiang Jiuguo to fill the water, divided labor and cooperated, and took out the black tea from the table and cabinet.

And picked up two clean tea mugs and water cups with a sense of age. The words and deeds of the two did not look like masters and apprentices, but more like grandparents who have been together for many years.

"From the time my parents took me to see them when I was a child, to when I learned the art of paper-making, before the reform and opening up, I basically went to the theater when I had some free time."

"Even now, I occasionally go to the theater."

Uncle Li shook his phone while talking, his wrinkled face happily said:
"My granddaughter taught me to use TikTok to watch. She helped me get an account, and said that she helped me to cultivate the account. The videos I watched were all opera-like videos."

Jiang Jiuguo opened the kitchen curtain.

He walked out holding the kettle:

"Uncle Li, your granddaughter is so kind to you. It takes a lot of time to make a Douyin account, and you have to watch related videos every day."

He can imagine a girl watching dramas on Douyin every day in her free time.

"Really? I thought it was very simple. That girl Jintong lied to me. I won't talk about her when she comes back from a business trip."

He said he wanted to teach him a lesson, but Uncle Li had a smile on his face.

Followed by.

The two masters and apprentices sat down and waited for the water to boil.

Li Bo said: "Xiao Jiang, you also like to watch operas. It's rare. Young people who like to watch operas are rarer than pandas these days."

"It's not like I like it, but I'm a little interested."

Jiang Jiuguo took out a pack of Zhonghua bought for Uncle Li and handed it to Uncle Li, thinking for a while and asking:
"Uncle Li, I went to a theater recently. I heard that there are many kinds of dramas, and each place is different."

"Of course, every place has its own culture. As one of the inheritances of our ancestors, drama is naturally different. There are many kinds of drama, such as Peking opera and Cantonese opera."

"It seems that Uncle Li knows drama very well. Uncle Li, can you tell what kind of drama I was gesturing at the store entrance?"

"Yo, your kid is still admitted to me, right?"

Uncle Li was not angry, but in high spirits.

Talk about drama.

His enthusiasm was very high: "I didn't see it clearly at that time, so I just looked at it roughly, Xiao Jiang, you are making gestures to see first."

"it is good."

Jiang Jiuguo didn't let Uncle Li watch the video, because he was afraid of scaring the other party, so he imitated the gestures in the video on the spot.

He watched the video triggered by the curse of the white cloth female ghost every day when he woke up, and he was very familiar with the action.

The movements are not professional, but they are decent.

"Little Jiang, I can see that you are just dabbling in drama, and I made a gesture of it, haha."

Uncle Li joked and stood up:

"Do you want to make gestures like this?"

Then, when Jiang Jiuguo's eyes brightened, Li Bobi drew Jiang Jiuguo's dramatic moves.

His words and deeds.

It is absolutely professional, highly similar to the dramatic action of the white cloth female ghost, vividly reproduced.

"Yes, this is it."

Jiang Jiuguo's eyes flickered: "Uncle Li, do you know what drama this is?"

"I'm just looking at your appearance. I don't know which play to act in. After all, there are many plays, but..."

Uncle Li touched his chin, pondered for a while and said:

"You look like Huangmei Opera."

"Huangmei Opera?"

Jiang Jiuguo has frequently consulted drama materials and has a certain understanding of drama.

As far as he knows, Huangmei Opera is not an unpopular and small category of drama, but it is also highly respected in drama. It is also known as the "Five Major Operas of Daxia" along with Peking Opera, Yue Opera, Pingju Opera, and Henan Opera.

"Yes, Huangmei Opera. This is one of my two favorite operas. One is Peking Opera and the other is Huangmei Opera."

Li Bo patiently explained:
"Xiao Jiang, you know that I usually like to make tea."

Seeing Uncle Li pointing to the tea in the cup, Jiang Jiuguo nodded naturally:
"Of course I know. It's the first time I come to Uncle Li's place. Then you make tea for me, and you make tea every day when I come here."

Having been with him for many days, he knew Li Bo's temperament, otherwise he would not have made tea as soon as he entered the shop.

Making tea has become an essential preparation for the two masters and apprentices before teaching every day.

"The origin of Huangmei Opera is that folk songs, Yangko, tea songs, tea-picking lanterns, and flower-drum tunes, first in the countryside and then in cities, gradually formed and developed as a genre of opera. Huangmei Opera also has another name, called tea-picking opera."

"No wonder you like Huangmei Opera, Uncle Li, and your love has something to do with tea."

"That's not right, haha." Uncle Li laughed.

There is drama as a topic.

Next, Li Bobian and Jiang Jiuguo talked a lot about Huangmei Opera to teach paper-making skills.

In his opinion.

It is rare to find a young man who can chat with him about drama, even his granddaughter may not be able to chat. She doesn't like drama, but just for grandpa, she helped set up a Douyin account.

Regarding the drama question raised by Jiang Jiuguo.

Li Bo answered patiently as long as he could answer.

If he couldn't answer the question, he would write it down and help Jiang Jiu check it later.

"Uncle Li, my parents took me to the theater when I was young. I couldn't understand the theater at that time. I want to find the repertoire of the theater performances I watched before. Can you help me find it?"

Seeing the sky getting dark, we chatted until evening without realizing it.

Jiang Jiuguo made an excuse and said:
"What I gestured today was a play from my childhood, and then I forgot the content of the play, so I got a bit of a lip impression."

As he spoke, Jiang Jiuguo opened his mouth and made a few silent mouth shapes of 'White Cloth Ghost'.

"Uncle Li, can you tell what kind of play is being sung?"

"This is a bit embarrassing for me. Haha, it's okay. I'll help you check it out. I watch Huangmei Opera a lot, so I should be able to find it out for you."

Li Bo shook his phone.

There is a Douyin favorite interface on the screen, which is divided into categories, one of which is Huangmei Opera.

"Okay, then Uncle Li, I'll go back first. It's getting late, so you should hurry up and eat."

Waved goodbye to Uncle Li.

Jiang Jiu went out of the funeral shop and sent a message to her sister, telling her that she would not go home tonight, so she went to Dadong City to prepare for the next bone replacement surgery and complete the final promotion path.

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(End of this chapter)