1980 My Entertainment Era

Chapter 137 "Going up the Mountain to Fight the Tiger" and "Lonely Star Singing"

When Xia Tian met Old Man Ma, he was not in good health. Unexpectedly...

Old Man Ma has no children, so the simple farewell ceremony was organized by a few old friends and the factory with help.

When summer came, Old Man Ma was already dressed in new clothes and new shoes, and he looked like he was asleep.

The shoes turned out to be the same pair of Nei Liansheng cloth shoes that he bought with his royalties many years ago in the summer. He had never worn them in all these years...

The farewell ceremony was very simple, with just a black and white photo, a bouquet of flowers, a bowl of water, a plate of fruit and a plate of steamed buns, and not even incense.

Seeing the words written on the big paper, Xia Tian realized that the old man Ma was called Ma Liliang, born in 1916...

The handwriting is a bit ugly, I have to rewrite it later.

Old Man Sun and Zhu Youguang were also there, both of them looked calm and not too sad. As they got older, they had seen a lot of this kind of thing.

I walked more in previous years than I do now...

Zhu Youguang said, "Ah, Old Ma. We were drinking last night and talked about your quarrel with those old guys in the newspaper. I said it was a good quarrel, but Old Ma was very worried about you..."

"I didn't expect it to happen so soon. The doctor checked and said it was a heart problem. He died in his sleep. It's a blessing that he didn't suffer."

Old Man Sun patted Xia Tian on the shoulder and said, "You don't have to think too much about it. We've all talked about what will happen after death when we chat. There will be a day like this. There's nothing to be sad about."

"Old Ma once said that if we are gone, we should keep everything simple and not get involved in feudal superstitions. It is best to die quietly."

Old Man Sun looked around: "This is good..."

In the summer, I tied a white cloth around my neck and kowtowed. I didn't feel sad at all, but my mind went blank. Looking back on it later, I even felt a little dazed and couldn't remember the whole process clearly.

Time seemed to pass very quickly and it was already evening. Xia Tian advised the two old men to go home first: "You should go back first and have a rest. We still have a lot of things to do tomorrow..."

Zhu Youguang was still worried: "Xia Tian, ​​you are not an ordinary child, don't think too much and take care of yourself."

"Yeah, I know, it's okay."

Before Zhu Youguang and his companions left, Dachun Milan and his companions arrived.

As soon as Dachun came in, he started crying, "Uncle Ma!" He knelt down and kowtowed three times.

Xia Tian pulled him up and said, "Come on, stop crying. The dead cannot be resurrected..."

Before he could finish his words, Xiaodong Yanjing and Milan also knelt down and kowtowed.

"Alright, alright, old man Ma said, stop being feudal. He's scared."

At night, Milan and the others wanted to keep watch, but were driven away by Xia Tian.

Dachun was kept in the summer, and the two of them sat in front of the coffin all night - Dachun snored really loudly!

Under the dim light, Xiatian stared at the wall, his thoughts wandering as Dachun snored.

Sometimes I think of the time when I first met Old Man Ma, and how he pestered me so much that he almost begged me to let him go; sometimes I think of when I was learning opera, and Old Man Ma always advised me, "It's all low-class stuff, it's all outdated, don't get involved in it"; I also think of how excited he was when I showed him the published "Gudong is Coming"...

The thoughts wandered further and further away, from Old Man Ma he thought of Zhu Youguang and Old Man Sun, and later, perhaps because of the snoring, he thought of Dachun.

Dachun’s snoring is so loud that once during class it scared the teacher!
Come to think of it, is it possible that someone died so suddenly?

What is the life experience of Old Man Ma like?
Although I know roughly, he never tells me the details. I can't possibly expose his scars...

If a person dies, no one will ever know his life experiences and his true thoughts.

It's like throwing a book into a fire. You can only see what's on the cover, but you don't know what's inside...

As I was daydreaming, the sky turned white.

Xia Tian got up, stretched his body, took a steamed bun from the altar and began to chew it.

"I've already said that when you die I will steal your tribute! What do you think? Keep your word!"

As he was eating, he touched his face and said, "Could it be that you, old man, added onions to the tribute? It must be so!"

After eating the steamed buns, Xia Tian woke Da Chun up and said, "You stay here, I'll go get something."

Xia Tian went home and got some paper and pen. His parents wanted to come along, but Xia Tian refused.

"Keep it simple. Don't worry about so many people..."

Xia Tian rewrote Old Man Ma's name and birthday and wrote a funeral couplet.

At this time, Zhu Youguang and Old Man Sun had already arrived and brought breakfast to Xia Tian and the others.

Dachun glanced at Xiatian, who was amused: "Eat. You ate so happily when Old Man Ma was alive. You have to eat the same way even if he's gone. Eat. We have something else to do later."

According to what Ma wanted to do before his death, we should follow the "modern" process instead of the feudal one. He has suffered enough from the feudal system in his life.

So there was no burning of paper, smashing of pots and banners, just the mourning and cremation ceremony.

Just when everything was almost ready and the old friends were taking one last look at the body and were about to send it to the crematorium, a car suddenly arrived.

Several people got off the bus, five men and women, the oldest was in his early 50s, the youngest was about 40. They all looked well dressed.

"Master!" The five people cried out as soon as they saw the door. Xia Tian's brows gradually frowned, and a surge of anger rose in his heart.

Old Man Zhu grabbed his arm and said, "Stop making trouble. Don't let Old Ma go in uneasiness!"

Old Man Sun also whispered, "No matter what happened in the past, death is like the extinguishing of a light, and it's all in the past. We were master and disciple, so let them just come and see us off. Don't mind it."

Some of the five people covered their faces and cried silently, some beat their chests and stamped their feet, some looked annoyed, and so on.

Xia Tian watched from the side for a long time, and suddenly spoke: "Through the sea of ​​trees~~~Across the snowfield~The air is soaring~~to the sky!!!~~~~"

The small mourning hall suddenly exploded, and no other sound could be heard except the sound of summer opera!

When you sing the last part of “Xiao Han”, it feels like someone is playing ten suonas into your ears, making a buzzing sound!
To use a metaphor... it's like the sound of gunfire!
Everyone looked at Xia Tian in surprise, seeing him glaring with a righteous look on his face.

Especially those who came later, they stared at Xia Tian in surprise, not knowing what to do.

This is the famous segment "Going Up the Mountain to Fight the Tiger" from the Peking Opera "Taking Tiger Mountain by Strategy"!
How, how can you sing this in a funeral hall?!
However, at this time, the five of them were so overwhelmed by Xia Tian's aura that they even forgot to get up from their kneeling positions, let alone questioning and stopping him.

No one moved until Xia Tian finished singing this part.

Xia Tian said, "Everyone, the time is up. Don't delay Teacher Ma's schedule. Let's go now!"

In the flames, the body turns to dust, the spirit is sublimated, and a person's life is over.

At this time, Old Man Sun was a little worried. "Among those people, two are really good in the Chinese Musicians Association... Will it have an impact on Xia Tian?"

Zhu Youguang waved his hand, "It's okay! How can they face Xia Tian's influence? Besides, what's their business?!"

……

Now that Old Man Ma is gone, there is no more heart-wrenching pain or sadness in the summer.

Like I said before, I felt a little dazed, as if I couldn't react.

But then, I would think of it from time to time. If I could take a little more time...

There aren’t that many ifs.

Milan, who was sleeping, suddenly felt a little worried. She was worried that Xia Tian would feel uncomfortable.

Just as she sat up from the bed, she heard a faint sound from the ceiling. It was the erhu!

Playing the erhu on the roof, it must be summer.

She put on her clothes and leaned half of her body out of the window to look up, but she couldn't see clearly.

She looked down. The fourth floor was not too high, but she would definitely die from the fall.

So I gave up the idea of ​​climbing up like Xia Tian did, and went out the door, along the corridor, up the stairs to the top floor, and then through the door to the roof.

It was indeed summer upstairs. He sat at the edge of the building, playing the erhu, a song he had never heard before, which was very sad.

Accompanied by the weeping tone of the erhu, it seems as if someone is crying in the night.

Milan didn't say anything, but sat silently beside Xia Tian to keep him company.

After a long while, she asked, "What is the name of this song?"

“… ‘Song of a Solitary Star’.”

……

Old Man Ma's funeral was simple and he passed away quietly, just like a light being quietly extinguished at night and no one knew about it.

A few days later, Xia Tian saw Li Heizi at home when she returned home from school.

"Oh? Director Li is here to visit?" Xia Tian said with a smile.

"The filming over there is almost finished, and we will be filming in the Forbidden City next. I came here specially to inform you~"

"Bleach~"

"Behind the Curtain" and "On Fire" were shot together, with many big scenes.

First of all, for a palace drama, there must be a palace, which is a real scene.

The second is the Old Summer Palace. They are actually going to build a Old Summer Palace?!
Hundreds of thousands!

As expected of a great director, Director Li’s funds were all sponsored by Mr. He from Hong Kong - he is not the gambling king. This man, whose single name is “Xian”, has a much higher status than the gambling king!

He holds a very high status both at home and abroad and has served as a representative. This is something the gambling king cannot compare to at all.

The real-life Old Summer Palace, which cost hundreds of thousands of dollars to build, will be burned down! Just thinking about it is exciting!

The dead cannot be resurrected, but the living have to continue living.

Summer has set the mood.

Since we are filming a movie in the Forbidden City, I must visit the set tomorrow!

(End of this chapter)