Sunday coincides with the sixth day of the Lunar New Year.
It was still the familiar bus, but now the familiar driver was gone.
On the seat, Li Feng, who was wearing thin clothes, was dozing with squinted eyes. His body sometimes leaned back and sometimes leaned forward as the vehicle moved forward and braked.
Comrade Xiao Huang, who was sitting by the window, had a red face at this time, his head was facing the direction of the car window, biting his lower lip slightly, and moving his left hand from time to time, maybe trying to escape from someone's clutches. .
If you squat down a little, you can see that a little under the seat, Li Feng is squinting. His right hand is firmly holding Huang Yaqin's weak and boneless left hand. Twisting her fingers, she drew circles on her palm.
The shy Xiao Huang may be afraid of attracting the attention of the passengers around him, so he did not dare to move too much. After trying twice, but still unable to break free, he quietly put his right hand in front of his belly and covered it up with lightning speed. With a ringing sound in his ears, he quickly gave the offender a hard squeeze on the soft flesh of his waist.
"Hissing"
Li Feng, whose weak point was hurt, immediately lost all sleep. His eyes widened and he bared his teeth. The hot breath from his mouth was sprayed on the nearby On Chi Chi's little yellow face.
"Red Star Commune, get off the car"
The ticket inspector sitting at the door did not notice the small movements of the two young people behind him. As the car slowly stopped, He pulled the cloth strip tied to the lock, folded the door, and opened it with a sound.
After glaring at Xiao Huang, Li Feng stood up impatiently. As a result, he hit the roof of the car and made a "bang" sound. Xiao Huang, who was red to the base of his ears just now, immediately covered his hands. mouth, laughing out a "giggle" sound.
"You are really capable of murdering your own husband."
Li Feng, who covered his head and got off the bus, gritted his teeth as he watched the people in front of the stop sign get on the bus. said in a low voice.
Xiao Huang, who was behind him, heard Li Feng's words and quickly took a small step back. After opening a small distance, he looked at him vigilantly to avoid retaliation.
"Bah, you, what are you talking about? You are not my husband."
After rolling his eyes and watching the bus go away, Xiao Huang puffed up his chest He walked past Li Feng without looking sideways, and accidentally stepped on him.
"Just wait for me, I will return the favor if Tiangang does it"
In this way, the two of them walked and joked all the way to the square in front of the Red Star Commune, maybe Because I still have the habit of going to the market, there are a lot of people on the road at this time.
"Li Feng, Li Feng, look over there"
Far away, I heard the sound of gongs and drums coming from the old stage in front of the commune, and the shouts below The sound and applause also drowned out the busy pedestrians.
As the number of people on the street increased, Xiao Huang jumped a few times anxiously. When he saw a bunch of people gathered there, it looked very lively, and he immediately pulled LiFeng's arm pointed over there.
"Let's go take a look"
Li Feng looked a little moved. After being here for so long, he only occasionally heard from Section Chief Jiang's radio. Some dramas, yes, that's right, Jiang Xianda is so attached to that radio baby that he treats it as a personal belonging. Others can only covet it, and only Li Feng can occasionally go there and enjoy it.
In my memory, when I was a child, when there were weddings and funerals in my hometown, the performance team would be invited to come to the village to set up a stage and sing operas. The friends would carry small stools and go to join in the fun together, even if it was to have a meal. All the time, parents come quickly with bowls in hand to find people.
"I'm sleeping peacefully in my tent with my clothes on. I'm going out of the tent to let go of my sorrow and move lightly."
Li Feng got a little closer and saw that it had been several months. On the old stage that I saw while passing by, a red scarf had been hung up. A "woman" in yellow clothes was holding an orchid finger and bowed slightly on the stage to wrap her fingers around it.
"Introducing the singing, which troupe is really authentic, come to our place to perform?"
At this time, the audience in the periphery, their heads were beating with the beating of small gongs and single skins. Shaking their heads, feeling deeply moved, some people couldn't help but give pertinent praise and inquire about the troupe.
"Hey, you don't know this, Guan family troupe, this is Cheng Dieyi, a famous actor"
The old man on the side glanced sideways at the person who asked the question and saw him The clothes were patched, and he had not been to the city a few times, so he softened his tone a little and explained patiently.
"I was an actor before the People's Liberation. The theater troupe is on break. I didn't expect to see you here today. This trip is not in vain."
Li Feng looked at the fancier who was talking, He looked at the stage with excited eyes, like a groupie from decades later, and he was not tired even after resting on his tiptoes for a long time.
"There are so many people, it's hard to get through."
Huang Yaqin looked at the crowd at this time, his face wrinkled into a bitter melon face, he shook Li Feng's arm and said aggrievedly.
"If you can't pass, just stand here and watch. Cheng Dieyi, this name sounds so familiar to me."
Li Feng himself does not know Peking Opera well enough. When he was a child, the theater troupes in Anhui Province were mostly Huangmei Opera, and he could even hum a few classic excerpts from the Consort Mali.
"In order to save Li Lang from his home, who would have expected that he would win the first prize on the imperial list, and the first prize would be wearing a red robe"
"The birds in the book are in pairs, and the green water and green mountains are full of smiles. ”
In these two operas, Li Feng could really tell which people sang well, but when it came to Peking opera, he felt a little timid.
"Hey, you are a little ignorant. Apart from Boss Mei, Cheng Dieyi is the only one in the capital who can sing the flavor of Yu Ji in Farewell My Concubine"
"Farewell My Concubine"
Li Feng scratched his chin and stretched his head forward. After being reminded like this, he remembered an old movie he had watched. He remembered that it was his brother who acted. Now that we are far away, the makeup on Yu Ji’s faceIt was so thick that Li Feng couldn't tell whether it was the one in the movie.
"Hey, the stage is starting to be set up here, and it's really lively today."
There was a shouting sound behind Li Feng, and the two of them turned around and saw , not far behind, another small stage was set up, and a group of young people in yellow-green military uniforms were moving artificial trees and other props up there.
"Beijing Youth Peking Opera Troupe, Lin Hai Xue Yuan"
As the red silk was pulled open, the performance team and the name of the play appeared, and the two sides actually played a duet with gongs and drums. .
Xiao Huang was happy now. There were not as many people behind him as there were in front. He immediately grabbed Li Feng’s arm and ran towards the stage behind him without any hesitation.
The background music of the erhu sounded, suddenly attracting a lot of people who were watching Farewell My Concubine just now. It may be that the new troupe was holding their breath, but the erhu sound was full of emotion and excitement. resounded throughout the surrounding area. Please remember to collect it, the latest and fastest website is free to read without anti-theft