National Treasure Artist

Chapter 76 Inheritance of the Torch

Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is old.

At sunrise, the river is more prosperous than fire, and the river is as green as blue in spring.Can you remember Jiangnan?

Gusu City, a thousand-year-old city, was the capital city of Wu State in the Spring and Autumn Period.

Pingjiang Road has been marked in the "Gusu City Map" drawn in the tenth year of Qianlong in the Qing Dynasty, and its name has been used until now.

From Ganjiang Road in the south to Pingjiang Road in the north to Huayang Bridge, although it is not long, there are 16 bridges running through it from south to north.

The old houses on both sides of the strait are lined with white walls and black tiles, and the smooth stone roads are full of pedestrians. Occasionally, women in cheongsams walk through them holding oil-paper umbrellas, making this peaceful summer time more poetic and picturesque.
It was night, Ms. Xia was holding the child, and took the parents on the black-topped boat.

After boarding the boat, there was a timely drizzle in the sky.

Looking at the layers of clear water drifting backwards, the hearts of the four people on the boat were all calm, as if they understood what the fleeting years like water are.

Looking at the ancient streets and pedestrians on the boat, the white walls and black tiles, small bridges and flowing water houses gradually merged into a painting as if it were one
After the awning boat was moored, several people followed into the teahouse.

The teahouse is quite old, and there is no decoration, just a floor paved with stone slabs, and wooden tables neatly arranged.

Several plates of peanuts, a pot of hot tea.

A small stage was erected in the front row, on which were two performers in opera costumes and make-up, holding down their voices, and after a while, the singing of Kunqu opera sounded:
"Busy people leave people free to live"

"Thinking of everything, there is no place for joy. The day is spent and the heart is broken, and there is only love in the world that cannot be complained"

The babbling vocals echoed in the old teahouse, and the flowery and beautiful posture was deeply imprinted in the depths of everyone's minds.

In an instant, everyone was in it, as if they had traveled through time and space, and walked into the gentle and sad dream written by Tang Xianzu hundreds of years ago.

It sang the Peony Pavilion and told a sad love story.

Xia's mother listened most carefully. Although her daughter didn't tell her the specific illness, the old man already knew it.

I just pretended to be confused and didn't want my daughter to worry too much.

She knew that her time might be running out, and she became very emotional under this Kunqu opera. She held her daughter's hand with one hand and her husband's hand with the other.

The moment they touched Wenliang, both Ms. Xia and her father trembled suddenly. The three of them intertwined their gazes, but then they deliberately diverged to prevent the other party from seeing the faint sparkle in their eyes.

Halfway through the journey, Ms. Xia's home in Qingdao is still in full swing, and they are working overtime.

Everyone is working hard for the filial piety of a middle-aged woman.

In Banwan Village, the project of straightening the houses and unifying the village facades is coming to an end.

When excavating ditches, Davidia involucrata solved the problem of cross-flow of sewage in the village, and added household-style sewage treatment tanks with biological decomposition means.

The village is getting better and better, and more and more hidden dangers have been dealt with.

The villagers of the Buyi nationality in Banwan Village are looking forward to it more and more, and their faces are smiling more and more. Although they don't know what the future will be like, the current changes have greatly improved their lives.

However, at this time, there was still one person who was a little apprehensive and anxious.

He is the promoter of everything, the client of the program group, and the principal of Banwan Village Primary School, Li Rongxian.

Li Rongxian walked around the room, thinking: "No, I have to find Designer Bai."

"My original purpose was to renovate the elementary school. Why have you considered everything, but the elementary school has remained silent?"

Secretly making up his mind, Li Rongxian rushed to find Davidia involucrata.

He clearly thought about it before, but when he stood in front of Gongtong, he immediately became Gu Zuoyan, hesitant to speak.

"Uncle, are you looking for me?"

Davidia involucrata was a little strange and asked.

"what?"

"Designer Bai."

He yelled and stopped again.

Li Rongxian thought to himself, Designer Bai was already working hard for the whole village, and he was already so busy that he was dizzy, how could he add trouble to him at this time!
"Ah, it's okay, it's okay"

Li Rongxian waved his hands again and again: "I see that you are so busy that you don't have time to eat. I want to ask you if you are hungry, and if you want to prepare some food."

"No, I just stuffed my stomach and I'm not hungry yet."

Gong Tong looked at Li Rongxian's expression, embarrassed at first, but then became sincere, explaining that what she wanted to ask him was not what she said, but it was a sincere greeting.

Thoughts flashed in his mind, and he immediately figured out what Li Rongxian was struggling with.

Some laughed at the principal's shyness, but gave birth to more respect.

The principal always remembers his students no matter what.

"By the way, Uncle, I was just looking for you."

"Are you free later?"

Gongtong didn't say anything, but asked instead.

"Yes, if there is anything Designer Li can do for you, just tell me."

"About the renovation of Banwan Village Primary School."

As soon as Gongtong opened her mouth, the headmaster opened his eyes, and his face couldn't help showing joy.

"The elementary school in Banwan Village is the space that I value the most, so it has been suppressed until now, and I am ready to do it after I have a full understanding of the whole village."

"I already have a general idea, and I want you to accompany me to school for a while."

After Gongtong's words fell, Li Rongxian nodded vigorously, and said in succession: "I want it, I want it"

"Ban Xia."

Saying that, Gong Tong turned her head and waved to the busy Banxia girl in the distance, and opened her voice and shouted: "Bring on the computer and go with brother!"

The surrounding workers looked around one after another. Not far away, Qianhe was also wearing a construction hat, and her face was covered with dust. When she heard this, her big eyes turned into crescent moons, and she liked the atmosphere among the team very much.

Ban Xia, who was called by Davidia involucrata over there, blushed a little, but quickly nodded calmly.

I followed the principal to Banwancun Primary School. The primary school is a three-story brick-concrete structure with a single function.

With a 'creak' sound, the school's iron gate was opened again.

The three stood at the door, looking from a distance, the school stood quietly at the foot of the mountain.

"The school is actually the core of the whole village."

Gongtong said in a deep voice: "It represents the inheritance of the torch."

"The meaning of this elementary school in Banwan Village should be even greater."

Ban Xia and the principal didn't answer, so listen.

Gongtong's voice seemed a little distant: "In this school, children not only need to learn outside knowledge, but also accept the influence and inheritance of their own culture."

"They need to have an understanding of the culture of their own nation!"

Gongtong paused, then turned to Li Rongxian and asked, "Uncle, do the children know much about the traditional culture of the Buyi people now?"

Li Rongxian who asked this question was speechless and a little stunned.

Just as the traditional stilted buildings in the village were abandoned, these traditional things were gradually lost in the school.

"Uncle, I plan to build an additional building on this part of the playground, which will be connected with the old teaching building and the staff dormitory on the side, will it work?"

"I observed that the whole school not only lacks traditional education, but also does not have a public reading area."

"The added building will be used as a local museum and reading space."

Li Rongxian blushed and nodded vigorously.

A group of people shuttled through the classroom and walked through every room.

Finally, Gongtong sat on the stone steps at the school gate and took out a thick notebook and pen.

The computer that Ban Xia was holding was turned on, and the overall model and data of the elementary school appeared, looked at it, and remembered it in his mind, and the strokes began to rotate decisively.

The new building has two floors, the first floor is a semi-underground structure along the mountain, and the second floor is a traditional wooden structure with transparent floor-to-ceiling windows.

Its roof is a sloping roof after design and renovation, which is as light as a bird's wing, heralding soaring in hope.
Connecting the semi-underground structure with the main body of the building and the staff dormitory is a staircase built to imitate the change of the mountain. It is very playful, and it echoes the Banwan Village, which is half-closed to the mountain.
When Davidia involucrata stopped writing, it was almost dark, and the elementary school at the foot of the mountain in the book was like an elf in the mountains, charming, lively, and full of vitality
From the moment Gongtong started writing, Li Rongxian stared at it almost without blinking. He was so nervous that he could even hear his own heartbeat.

Because he understands that the buildings on paper represent the future of generations of students in Banwan Village!

After seeing the final completed picture, Li Rongxian was enveloped in happiness.

My body is trembling, thinking about myself in the near future, the day when I will teach children in this new school.

　Don't fight to speed up the progress, the plot of Banwan Village is not long. I apologize to the big guys who don't like this plot!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)