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Chapter 60 [Benefit at the end of the article] [Extra] In order to make the name

Life is never full of troubles, unless these things can bring people value in a deeper sense - or, you are Zhang Ruixuan.

"Wife, wife, we are about to get our marriage certificate. When will you take me to meet your parents?" Just now, after sending Maomao to the pet shop for a bath, Zhang Ruixuan followed Ding Xuan around like a follower.

"Haven't you seen it before?" After glancing at Zhang Ruixuan, Ding Xuan walked forward on her own.

"No, what do you mean I have seen it?"

"Can that be the same?"

Ding Xuan shrugged her shoulders, intending to tease Zhang Ruixuan. She completely ignored the fact that Zhang Ruixuan was almost unable to catch up with her and continued to walk forward a few steps.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't run so fast, I..."

"My mom went abroad to find my sister and discuss with her whether she should stay abroad or return to China." When talking about this, Ding Xuan sighed imperceptibly, "My sister still plans to stay abroad because she thinks it will be difficult to find a job if she returns to China."

"Then just stay abroad. Why think so much?" How could Zhang Ruixuan not understand Ding Xuan's dilemma? But during this period he also roughly knew the situation of the latter's sister. After returning to China, she was not the top in the industry, so she might feel a certain sense of gap.

"I don't care if my sister wants to stay there, and I don't understand why my mother wants to sell everything at home to buy her a house there..."

"I don't care who the money goes to, mainly because my mother has a lot of old items passed down from her ancestors. My sister said that some collectors abroad offer very high prices, so my mother was indeed hesitant."

If they pool some money together, they won't have to sell the house. In fact, Ding Xuan's mother also hopes that her eldest daughter can return home one day.

Pulling Zhang Ruixuan who was still wandering around her, Ding Xuan was not as good as she had imagined today. "Can you please stop wandering around? You know what worries me the most is that I have been explaining the value of these things to others for a long time, but even my own family can't understand!"

"She might as well sell this so-called luxury house and go out with my sister." Ding Xuan understood that her sister had always felt a gap between her and herself since she was a child. She went abroad and chose to work as a real estate agent, an industry that was not popular in China, and had long since made up her mind not to come back.

However, there is no need to discuss these things now. For Ding Xuan, what really matters is that those old items do not fall into the hands of foreign collectors easily - these are the materials that many inheritors who are still engaged in restoration work are eager to obtain.

"For example, the old embroidery pieces left by my mother and grandmother's generation, or those jewellery with kingfisher feathers, etc., although they can be bought in other places, there is no need to let them go abroad and then buy them back at a higher price, right?"

I understand that Ding Xuan's helplessness is not just because of the object itself, but more because the people around her can't persuade her. When this feeling of powerlessness emanates from within, it seems that everything she has done has lost its original meaning...

"Hey, don't think too much about it. I'll go talk to your mother. You can't tell her..."

"You're so easy to talk to? Be careful that she won't let you into our house!" Ding Xuan reached out and poked Zhang Ruixuan's forehead, "You, you really don't know how to use your brain!"

The two of them were still walking and laughing, but neither of them was as relaxed as before. I have learned so many theories, done a lot of research, and seen many cases at home and abroad.

It’s not that international intangible cultural heritage exhibitions haven’t been held in China. In the eyes of the two people, many of them are just adapted to local conditions. However, China’s intangible cultural heritage seems to have a more human touch, and it is the initiative of people that actively transforms the world.

Of course, this may also be because being born on this land, one can better understand the stories that happen on this land.

"I seem to have seen this story somewhere."

Zhang Ruixuan is also a careless person. I don't know when he started to check his phone. After just a while, he started to frown and complain.

"I took the exam not to become famous, and I took the exam not to become a high official."

The Huangmei Opera's "The Female Prime Minister" is a household name. For Zhang Ruixuan, who has recently become addicted to opera, since the Huangmei Opera Troupe from Anqing is coming to Beijing to perform, he has to go and see it no matter what.

So much so that these past few days he had been thinking about these things over and over again on his phone - today was different, a piece of background music led to a stage play, and the introduction in the blurb made Zhang Ruixuan look somewhat familiar.

"Isn't it a good idea to use Huangmei Opera to interpret local stories? What's wrong with that?" The two of them shared a lot with each other, and the things that Ding Xuan and Zhang Ruixuan's big accounts could get were highly unified.

So when the background music started playing, Ding Xuan glanced at Zhang Ruixuan's phone and thought of the video she liked and recommended earlier this morning: "Isn't this the video I recommended to you? Did you see it just now?"

"No, you don't understand. I mean... I think I've seen this story somewhere before."

While walking and looking at his phone, Zhang Ruixuan didn't notice the big rock pillar in front of him and was about to bump into it.

"Hey, you should pay attention to the road!" Ding Xuan felt that nothing good had happened to her since she met Zhang Ruixuan. Day by day, she couldn't tell who was the more childish.

Reaching out and picking up Zhang Ruixuan who was about to lie on the ground, Ding Xuan's shoulders were stretched. While rubbing him, he pulled him to a bench not far away and sat him down: "If people don't know, they would think I'm bullying the disabled here! Can you please watch your way?"

Ding Xuan was still checking whether there were any dangerous factors around that would threaten the lives and health of the two. Zhang Ruixuan's hands were already flying on his phone: "No, I have to find out how this so-called small theater opera applied for the nomination, and whether anyone will check its originality."

“Hey, this was only performed once at the graduation exhibition, which means there won’t be many details to be found online…what about the story? The introduction…” Zhang Ruixuan kept humming “Ahhhhh” until he finally found the book he remembered in the novel software.

"Look, this book is about tea, Hui ink, dyeing and weaving techniques, and it is also introduced in the same way as a tour guide. Even the characters are basically the same. This is a study tour teacher who meets a performer and a tour guide. You see, this is just a two-in-one, with the identities switched."

After taking a look at the cover of the book, Ding Xuan remembered that Zhang Ruixuan seemed to have recommended such a book to her a long time ago. She read the introduction at that time and felt that such books should be read in physical form to appreciate them slowly, so she kept waiting and never opened it to read it seriously.

Now that Zhang Ruixuan had said that, Ding Xuan found it difficult to keep up with the latter's train of thought!
"It's okay. You were busy at the time, so you probably didn't see it... I'm going to make a color palette for it."

"This is really difficult to say. If you say it's plagiarism, it doesn't make sense. After all, the novel was transformed into an opera, and there is a lot of standardization in the opera, which makes it impossible for the proportion of text content to be consistent." Zhang Ruixuan, who was originally full of fighting spirit, just opened the table drawing on his mobile phone, and he became discouraged again.

"You said this doesn't look like a paper copying a paper."

"It can only be the logical chain of the story... It's not easy to sue the author, otherwise, as long as someone says it, this is... Hey! Someone said it!" Zhang Ruixuan flipped the screen too fast, and he didn't even give Ding Xuan a chance to finish reading it carefully. He had already started editing the video.

"Don't be anxious. There is no definite conclusion right now. It won't be good if you affect their graduation." Graduate students understand graduate students. Ding Xuan knows how difficult it is for her, and of course she doesn't want to ruin the situation for a senior who has graduated with great difficulty.

After Ding Xuan's explanation, Zhang Ruixuan finally calmed down for a short while: "So what do you think we should do now? You can't ask me to test the waters with my trumpet again, right?"

Seeing his wife's noncommittal expression, Zhang Ruixuan sighed, copied the link of the video, and switched his short video platform account to the secondary account.

The video editing is very well done. It is not a great love story, but it is full of family and country feelings. It is not a young man's gratitude, but it is still a hundred years of companionship. Everyone in the comment section has their own resonance.

It has to be said that this wave of publicity was very good. Zhang Ruixuan even saw "hope for the rise of Huangmei Opera", "this is the opera that the younger generation wants to watch", and a series of comments revealing an awkward atmosphere everywhere.

[You argue and I am right: So why does this story look so familiar? ]

[You argue and I argue: Reply to @皓翔千里, ask him if he has the nerve to say that he is the hope for the rise of Huangmei Opera? If he doesn't say it's him, then even those big names of the Plum Blossom Awards dare to say that they are the "hope"? ]

[You argue and I argue: Reply to @我是你的糖糖呀~, how can you represent the younger generation? Didn’t you watch “女詳马” and “天使的偶” by ourselves, or do you just never go to the theater? ]

If Zhang Ruixuan is not good at other things, when it comes to being a troll, ordinary people really can't compare to Zhang Ruixuan. After a burst of rants, Zhang Ruixuan let out a breath of anger and felt better all over. Ding Xuan'er couldn't help laughing when she watched from the side.

"You are really good at this."

"Isn't that right? I'm really good at these things!"

It's not that Zhang Ruixuan can't tell good from bad. Now he is using his "troll" skills in a righteous way, and he didn't cyberbully the other party, so his wife must be praising him.

"You, you..." Ding Xuan found that she was probably doomed to fail in the hands of the shameless Zhang Ruixuan in this life. She was always made to laugh and cry by the latter. If she used a little more internet sense, it would be: the emotional value is at its maximum!
[Hao Xiang Qianli: Reply to @You are right, Huangmei Opera needs innovation and fresh blood from young people, right? People like you think everything looks familiar. This is a true historical story. Others are allowed to write about it, but why can't we, Huangmei Opera, write about it? ]

[Hao Xiang Qianli: This play is still applying for support from the Provincial Bureau of Culture. Are you jealous of others' success? No wonder you have achieved nothing in your thirties. Are you jealous of young people's abilities?]

"Over thirty?" Zhang Ruixuan then remembered that he was very abstract at that time. He even set his age to over a hundred years old. Later, he changed it again and again and never showed his real age to anyone.

[You argue and I argue: @皓翔千里, of course everyone can use historical stories, but the characters of the protagonists throughout the entire article are the same as those in the stories I have seen. Did you get the authorization? ]

[You argue and I am right: No way, no way, is it plagiarism?! ]

[Hao Xiang Qianli: The author of the book hasn't said anything about this issue yet, why are you jumping out to speak up? Are you here to protect your master?]

[You argue with me, I am right: @皓翔千里, what, are you the screenwriter or director of this? You are so anxious before I even said anything? And...did I say that I read this story in a book? You are confessing yourself! ]

【Feng Yuean: @You are right, I am right. It is normal to have the same thoughts on similar topics, right? Besides, they are all writing stories about their hometowns, what does it have to do with you? 】

Putting the phone aside, Zhang Ruixuan didn't forget to buy a streaming device for this video.

"Go, go home first."

"What do you mean by this? I write stories to make a name for myself, and I plagiarize others to make money?" Zhang Ruixuan spoke without thinking, although none of his sentences were in tune.

"Hahahaha... stop making a fuss. Why did you just give him hundreds of streams for no reason?" Ding Xuan was a little confused. Isn't this aiding and abetting the evil?

"That's why you don't understand the Internet!" Zhang Ruixuan deliberately kept it a secret, "Let's go home first. I'll make a bet with you. If I win..."

"What bet?"

"Don't you want to listen to the bet?" Zhang Ruixuan smiled like a cunning fox, as if he thought he could succeed.

Seeing Zhang Ruixuan's flattering face, Ding Xuan knew that he was up to no good, so she pushed him away and said, "Tell me what you want to bet on first."

"I bet he will delete the message when he gets back." Zhang Ruixuan shook his phone and snorted, "I've already taken screenshots, there's no point in deleting it!"

"I'm betting that people on the Internet have a rebellious mentality. I don't have to make the color palette next time. Someone will definitely criticize him for this!"

After listening to Zhang Ruixuan's analysis, Ding Xuan knew that what the former said made sense, but this bet...

"If I bet right, you have to let me go to your mother and tell her about it."

"Stop putting your arm around my shoulders!"

"Hey... don't worry. After all, she is my future mother-in-law. I will definitely explain things to her and appeal to her emotions."

"Stop it!"

The two walked further and further along the river, and the closer they were to home, the less important the win or loss of the bet became. All the things that they valued in their daily lives were just passing things in their lives.

Some people are smoking over there, some are fishing over there, or some are singing across the river, some are playing bangzi opera on their cell phones - each of them is walking on their own path, without any fame or fortune attached to them.

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