Lao Yang knelt down and carefully picked up the photo.
That was a big group photo.
Many people lined up in three rows in front of a Chinese-style two-story teahouse.
They have different expressions and looks, ranging from a rickety old man with a long beard hanging down on his chest like a goat, to a middle-aged young man in a straight suit and round filigree glasses, and finally... A child of five or six years old wearing a coat.
Everything.
There are two banners hanging on the teahouse in the background.
The banner on the top reads "In the Year of Bingzi, the Eastern Xia Southern Painting School held its third discussion exhibition to commemorate."
The banner on the bottom reads " Live King Yang Xiaolou led the Tongxin Society and went to Shanghai to perform on the Chenji Grand Stage."
Old Yang blinked.
The Third Memorial Exhibition of the Eastern Xia Southern Painting School
He searched the history of modern art in his mind.
Some of these commemorative group photos of old photos are in the order of the positions in the photo, and some are based on the seniority of the exhibitor list, from largest to smallest.
It is customary to print the names of everyone in the shot in the blank space below.
Lao Yang scanned the line of signature under the photo.
Among those fifty names.
Some names are so deafening that they can occupy a dedicated unit in modern art history textbooks, and some are celebrities in the field of cultural criticism.
There are also a few. Old Yang needs to compare the names and think carefully before he can vaguely remember who this person is.
In general, this line of names put together
The Stars are Brilliant
Any art lover will be unable to control his emotions.
Only on this list.
It is not like what Lao Yang is used to in various academic conferences nowadays. As long as Cao Xuan's name appears, he will definitely be ranked among the top few.
Even Sir Brown, who has a history as impressive as oil painting, and who is personally anointed by the European royal family, is still a little shorter.
This time.
It was not until the last few relatively unknown signatures on the list that he saw the small tail suffix of the word Cao Xuan following a painter named Tu Pingzhi.
Seeing this expected name, Lao Yang returned his gaze to the photo and found his target.
Even if Mr. Cao’s name is at the bottom, it is not too difficult to find him.
Even the location is surprisingly easy to find and eye-catching.
In the center of the photo, there is an old man wearing a jacket with floral sleeves.
The old man was white-haired and energetic. He held a folding fan in one hand and held a young man in the other.
The young man is not old, only about ten years old, but he is wearing a shirt and vest as seriously as an adult.
Children are very angry.
Maybe he felt a little hot. His formal black coat was hung on his arm. His face was a little energetic and childish, just like all teenagers who are dragged by their parents in front of outsiders. , even a little bit impatient with being held hands.
The young man squinted his eyes, frowned, and looked sideways at the camera.
"Sir, is this you?"
The photosensitive particles on the photo will gradually fade slightly with sunlight.
Old photos from the Republic of China for more than 20 years have become yellowed and brittle, as if they have been bleached, and the faces are not too clear.
More than eighty years have passed.
The child has become an old man, his appearance has changed drastically, and most of the people in the photo are no longer alive.
Lao Yang roughly guessed the truth of the matter by calculating his age and the vaguely similar eyebrows.
"Yes, who is it if it's not me? There are many masters participating in this exhibition who brought their families and disciples to join in the fun and take photos. Among the children in the photo, there are only two who are qualified to leave their names. One is The other one is a guy named Tu Pingzhi. His great-grandfather was Tu Xinsheng, the governor of Liangjiang in the late Qing Dynasty, and he seemed to be related to Xiangshuai Zhang Zhidong. I think he was ranked ahead of me because he was related to me. I was very upset that day."
"So for so many years, I have always remembered his name. I heard that he seemed to have gone to South America when the Japanese invaded China, and there was no news after that. I don’t know if I can draw anymore.”
Cao Xuan took the photo with a gentle tone.
The little entanglements he had when he was a teenager have long since disappeared and disappeared. At his age, when he looks back, he can only remember him.
Lao Yang adjusted the needle and vinyl, listening to the old gentleman's words with a complicated expression.
It turns out that people like Mr. Cao will also struggle with the order of rankings
That's right.
What old man has never been a young man full of youthful spirit?
"But your photo is not in the middle. I didn't see the paint or anything."
Old Yang said with a smile.
Being fat as a child is not fat.
It doesn’t matter if you were crushed when you were young and survived to be almost a hundred years old. There are less than five painters of the same age who can still breathe normally.
The old gentleman is not the best in the world, who is?
"That's not true." Cao Xuan also smiled.
"My teacher is a very protective person outside. He saw my complaints. After the commemorative exhibition that day, everyone took a group photo first, and then listened to a play and had dinner at Chenji Tea House. So we took a group photo At that time, the old man specially grabbed my hand and pulled me to his side, facing the photographer's lens. How to put it in today's practical terms"
"C position" Lao Yang. interface.
“Yes, they caught me in position C.”
“But II started to feel embarrassed and embarrassed, and I felt that I was an adult because I participated in the commemorative exhibition. It was not convenient for the teacher to drag me around like this, so I looked like a bitter melon with a frown on my face. Alas, I really wish I could go back to that time and say sorry to my husband in person. ”
The study became quiet, with only Cao Xuan’s sighing voice echoing in it.
How many people have been blessed with blessings when they were young.
When I became a parent one day, I remembered the kindness of my elders and wanted to turn around and apologize to them for my past temper, only to realize that my chance in this world was gone.
The biggest failure is the separation between life and death.
I don’t have time to say sorry.
Mr. Cao sat back at the table. While looking at the old photo slowly, there was a glint in his eyes.
Lao Yang was not willing to interrupt Mr. Cao's thoughts anymore. It took a long time.
Lao Yang finally got the needle length right.
He then asked, "Mr. Cao, do you really want to play such a precious old record?" Otherwise, I will play you the version on aeic, which one can be heard most clearly. ”
The vinyl record circle and the hifi audio circle are both known as modern cities, the two major gathering centers for metaphysics enthusiasts.
Many music lovers spend a lot of money to study various crystal plating Regarding wires, there is also a saying that the electricity produced by thermal power plants is hot and soft when playing music.
The situation in the vinyl circle is similar.
The forum. People often claim that the older the vinyl record, the more authentic the sound.
In fact, it is true that the older the record, the more expensive it is. That’s because old records have antique properties.
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It is impossible from a physical point of view to have better sound.
Not only the glue filling process and the range of sound frequency collection in the last century must not be as strong as the collection capabilities of modern recording studios. .
Secondly, the way vinyl physically rubs against the stylus and produces sound in the lines on the film causes wear and tear on both the stylus and the record.
For every second of playing an old record like this, more than ten dollars are spent.
Money doesn’t matter.
No matter how expensive it is, Mr. Cao will definitely not feel bad about it, but it is possible that such a brittle old antique will suddenly break if left alone.
Lao Yang is really reluctant to part with it.
p>"Play, since you listen once and once less, now is the time. "Mr. Cao nodded.
The needle fell, and the piano player's Jinghu, Yueqin and three-stringed instruments sounded in sequence.
The sense of the times is in the sound waves.
His face. Come.
"Encourage the king to drink wine and listen to Yu songs, to relieve his sorrow and dance, to defeat Qin Wudao and destroy the country, and the heroes will fight on all sides"
Cao Xuan leaned back in his chair. on, along with the sound coming from the gramophoneThe sound of music, humming softly.
Lao Yang took advantage of his employer.
He pricked up his ears and listened carefully to the old records from 1935, hoping to learn more and see if such precious music could be sung beautifully.
This is much more expensive than the Vienna Golden Hall.
Tickets for ordinary symphony orchestras and ordinary locations in the Golden Hall are only 10 euros, which is very cheap.
Playing this record for one minute costs thousands of dollars.
It’s really expensive
There is a rustling noise in the background of the record, and when the stylus passes through those small irregular lines that become brittle, there is an unavoidable popping of beans like fried soybeans. Voice.
Lao Yang listened twice.
There was no surprise, and I even felt a little disappointed. I felt that it was so hoarse that I couldn’t understand it.
That’s it
Old Yang curled his lips, looking uncultured.
Yang Xiaolou was born as a martial arts student, the founder of the Yang School of Peking Opera, and a true master of famous actors.
However, the singing styles in the old recordings of Yang Xiaolou, Tan Xinpei, and Wang Guifen, these famous drama masters, are slightly different from the singing styles in modern opera houses after a hundred years of development.
Modern Peking Opera is relatively smooth.
It sounds like the river is flowing eastward, heartily.
The long-form dramas of the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China were full of famous dramas with three twists and turns.
This is the origin of the description of the so-called "babble" in Peking Opera.
The threshold for appreciation of old-fashioned singing is relatively higher.
For example, Benjamin once complained that listening to Oriental Peking Opera was like listening to monkeys barking, and he couldn't understand it at all.
There are also some ministers and diplomats stationed in Beijing who, after listening to it for a few times, became completely obsessed with it and couldn't live without it, becoming senior enthusiasts.
As the saying goes, "No gentleman, no artist." Audiences who know how to listen will like it very much, but those who have never been exposed need to practice their ears and become familiar with it.
Old Yang can’t understand.
But Mr. Cao listened.
He closed his eyes slightly, leaned on the chair, and kept in tune with the rhythm of the singing with his palms.
As the sound of history comes from the gramophone.
Lao Cao’s thoughts also slowly traveled upstream in the long river of time, returning to that turbulent era.
Many memories that the old man felt had been blurred gradually became clear again in the fierce voice of Yue Qin Bangzi.
His husband loved acting and became an idiot. The impression of Cao Xuan being disciplined by his master when he was a child was accompanied by the background sound on the stage.
Probably because of reverse psychology.
He has not been very fond of opera since he was a child.
My husband always said, "Xiao Xuan, you are such a good kid, but why can't you listen to opera? Opera and painting are connected, famous actors sing opera, masters paint, what they sing and what they paint, They are all souls. When did you learn to listen?Playing and painting can be enough to get you into a trance. ”
Just like that essay that can never be copied, Cao Xuan has always felt that drama is drama and painting is painting.
This kind of constant saying that drama is like calligraphy and painting, drama is like painting. The description of life is all nonsense.
Xue Rengui in Wujiapo looks like a hooligan when he teases his wife. In the aria of The Legend of White Snake, Xu Xian looks like an out-and-out scumbag. As for the double investment. Tang Dynasty and Tianlei Bao are just stupid, loyal and filial people.
What's the point of listening to these things?
And that's the time.
The literati are noble, but the opera singers are low-class.
The current situation in newspapers and periodicals is also quite corrupt, because the nobles spend a lot of time watching operas and listening to music, and neglect state affairs. The argument that actors harm the country
There are even those who do good things, including listening to operas, drinking tea, and playing mahjong as the three evils, and some add smoking as the four evils.
p>How can we govern the country well if we spend time every day watching plays in theaters, drinking tea in teahouses, and playing mahjong with our ladies?
No one can transcend the background of the times.
p>Many of the arguments seem quite ridiculous now, just like a failed king blaming beauty for his misfortunes. However, when he was a child, Cao Xuan had opinions about singing opera from the bottom of his heart.
The tea party of the Southern Painting School was the first time he patiently walked into a theater.
It was also the last time in his life that he and his teacher sat together to watch a theater.
If Cao Xuan had known this at that time, he would have longed for time to pass more slowly and to make that day last longer.
In my impression, the teacher was at that time. She kept holding his hand and said many things to Cao Xuan.
Now that I think about it,
the teacher actually told me some of the key truths in life that day. It's just that he was too young and didn't understand it.
He still remembered that at the beginning, several young martial arts students came to the stage and performed eighteen somersaults and somersaults from both sides of the stage. The person was dazzled, his face was not red, he was not out of breath, and he was extremely agile.
Cao Xuan subconsciously shouted "Okay"
As a result, many people looked at him with half-smiles. As he watched, the teacher hit him on the back of the neck with a fan.
When Yang Xiaolou and Mr. Mei Lanfangmei came on stage, they obviously just walked around the stage briefly. The whole audience burst into applause, and the roof of Chen Ji's stage was almost knocked down by the cheers.
Some people even threw silver coins to reward him.
The old man asked him with a smile, do you know what the meaning of this is?
Cao Xuan was a bit stubborn.
He said calmly, it was not because the lead actor was a famous actor. The ones who do somersaults are not. To put it bluntly, it is no different from ordinary people who "dislike the poor and love the rich".
They are not even acting.Good and bad are distinguished through fame.
Just like everyone else, the reason why you rank your name after others is because your name, teacher, is powerful enough, but it cannot compare with the prestige of someone else's ancestor who was a high official.
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