vernacular

Qiao Li's wedding was very lively.At that time, it was popular among the progressive young people in the city to hold Western-style weddings, and the bride had to wear white gauze. It is unlucky to look like a filial piety, so a red traditional dress was made for the couple.

On the day of the wedding, there were many guests and friends. Several tables of banquets were set up in the yard of Qiao's house. Some of the old acquaintances that Qiao said with a smile came, as well as the men who sent back when Qiao Li was shot in the leg, and their families.

Lin Zhanyu was assigned by his master to greet the guests at the door. He was standing there, bored at first, but an unexpected person came unexpectedly.

Lin Zhanyu didn't recognize the person immediately, until Wei Qingyun came over to greet him and realized that this was Lu Jiang who sang Tsing Yi in the Ronghua class.

"Miss Lu," Wei Qingyun said with a smile, "please come in."

It turned out to be her.Lin Zhanyu looked at the person who came: he had only met Lu Jiang briefly before, and the latter was wearing heavy makeup at that time, but it is normal for him not to know him now.

Wei Qingyun was different. To deal with the aftermath of the previous incident, he went to the Ronghua class several times.

"Brother Wei," Lu Jiang dressed up as usual, smiling sincerely, "Last time I was grateful for your help, but I never had the opportunity to come to thank you. Today, I am here to thank you on behalf of the Ronghua class through Junior Brother Ling's wedding banquet."

After all, she stuffed all the gifts she brought into Wei Qingyun's arms.

"You're too polite." Wei Qingyun also smiled.

Lin Zhanyu saw all this, for some reason, he suddenly felt something was wrong.He stood there in a daze until Qiao Xiaoyan came to call him.

"Zhanyu," Boss Qiao approached, "Everyone is here, why are you still here?"

"Master," Lin Zhanyu came back to his senses, and began to talk nonsense: "There are too many people, I feel a little uncomfortable, and want to go out to get some air."

"Go quickly." Qiao said with a smile that he still had something to do, so he couldn't devote too much energy to him, and immediately responded to his request: "Be careful, go out well, and come back well."

Seeing the permission, Lin Zhanyu quickly left the door of Qiao's house.

"Hey, Brother Lin?" Walking down the street, the spice dealer saw him and asked him excitedly, "I heard that your family is having a wedding today."

"Yes." Lin Zhanyu forced a smile on his face: "My brother Qiao is married." He took out a few pieces of wedding candy from his pocket and handed them over.

"Okay, if we get married, we will have our own home." The spice dealer smiled and took the candy: "Just wait for the future when the children and grandchildren will be full and enjoy the family happiness."

Lin Zhanyu stopped and stared at him for a while, making goosebumps all over his body: "What's wrong?"

"Brother," Lin Zhanyu stepped forward: "Why do you think it can only be a man and a woman to get married?"

"Otherwise?" The spice dealer felt baffled: "Brother Lin, don't you want to learn from those high-ranking officials and dignitaries and marry a few concubines?"

"No, don't talk nonsense." Seeing that the other party had misunderstood, Lin Zhanyu hurriedly defended: "I just can't understand something."

"At your age, it's normal to love to think about things." The spice dealer smiled and said, "Little brother, let me show you the way. There is a temple on the west side of the city. You can go to the Buddha and ask. It relieved the sorrow in my heart."

"Okay." Lin Zhanyu struggled for a moment, and finally nodded in response: "Brother, thank you."

But Lin Zhanyu didn't immediately go to the temple to burn incense and worship Buddha, because Wei Qingyun and Miss Lu's eye contact that day didn't make him worry for a long time, he didn't have the time and energy at all.

In the spring of the new year, he has been studying with Qiao Xiaoyan for three years.

Their Nanjing cross talk is often called Nanjing vernacular in the local area.Three years of apprenticeship, two years of service, which means that he is about to leave the teacher, and he wants to become a vernacular person who can stand on his own like his brothers.

All the money he earned still had to be handed over to the master as a reward, but it was in his name, Lin Zhanyu, instead of being combined with Qiao Xiaoyan's income as in the past three years.

Therefore, the boy took the initiative to advance his time of getting up in the morning by half an hour.Before dawn, he got up and quietly practiced his body. When his brothers got up, he took out the allegro and jingled on his back.

Since this year, his correspondence with his only friend, brother Zhang, has gradually decreased a lot.

Lin Zhanyu had a good vision, and later he sang "Yutangchun" on the stage in Beiping and became famous in one fell swoop.The two teenagers are busy in their own lives, and the intersection has become farther and farther away.

As a result, Lin Zhanyu's life, which had just opened up a crack, became cramped again, and Wei Qingyun was still his everything, affecting all his joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys.

Wei Qingyun also woke up early, and sometimes after washing his face and tidying up, he would purposely move up a small stool and sit at the door, facing the morning light and watching his little brother sing allegro.

"Boy, you are acting, not memorizing." Wei Shige would sometimes mention a few words at the right time: "There must be something in your eyes. Not now, it's too empty."

When Lin Zhanyu didn't understand why, Wei Qingyun would personally show him in battle: "Have you seen it? Your movements and expressions must be in place, and you must be able to convey the charm and fun inside, so that the judges will applaud you. Who would be willing to spend money?" Do you listen to people chanting scriptures?"

"Oh." Lin Zhanyu hurriedly responded, took the allegro from his senior brother, and started practicing again.

"It's wrong." After not practicing for a long time, Wei Qingyun pointed out the other party's problem again: "This place is fast-paced, and the words are witty, so use double points." He simply went back to the room and took out his Allegro: "That's it. Tick, Tick ​​tock, tick tock... like that."

Lin Zhanyu stared intently, as if he wanted to engrave all the details of Wei Qingyun's actions in his mind.

The young man's fingers were callused by the bamboo board, and what he got in return was his diligence and proficiency day after day.

As the seasons changed, the clothes they wore became thinner and thinner. When they could finally wear unlined clothing, Lin Zhanyu's Allegro script finally reached the level that Senior Brother Wei was satisfied with.

One early morning in early summer, the young man's mouth was dry from practicing, so he found a place to sit down in the backyard, took a sip from the water glass.Just at this time, Wei Qingyun had just finished reciting a set of bongs against the wall, turned around and saw him, and walked over to sit beside him.

At this time, the sun had not yet fully risen, and there was still a slight chill in the courtyard.Even so, both of them were sweating lightly.

Lin Zhanyu was sitting next to Senior Brother Wei, as long as he tilted his head slightly, he could see Wei Qingyun's sleeves rolled up at will.

Lin Zhanyu was really tired, and instead of sitting upright, his back was slightly arched.He looked sideways at Wei Qingyun: "Brother, I think you are really amazing."

He was telling the truth, since he first saw Wei Qingyun working in Xue Ye's open-air bookstore three and a half years ago, that's what he thought, and it hasn't changed a bit to this day.

"It's all something that has been practiced. Practice makes perfect." Wei Qingyun was very modest: "In a few years, you will definitely surpass me."

"But I think it's not just about familiarity and inexperience." Lin Zhanyu became serious: "There is a saying called 'God rewards you with food', so it can be seen that talent is needed to do this job."

Hearing this, Wei Qingyun waved his hand: "Which line of work does not require talent? It's good to be natural. Some people don't have stage fright when they go there. After a few words, they are like ducks in water, but if they don't practice diligently, they won't be able to improve much. As for other people, even if they don’t, if they practice hard, they can take their jobs from the hands of God.”

"You're right." The boy nodded.

The two sat idle for a while, Wei Qingyun suddenly remembered something: "By the way, senior brother has learned some new things these days, let me show you."

"Okay." Lin Zhanyu smiled.

Wei Qingyun got up and went back to the house. When he came out again, he had an extra huqin in his hand.

He sat on the stool, spread a square scarf on his legs, put Jinghu on it, held his breath and began to pull the string.

Lin Zhanyu recognized it, he played the song "Deep Night".

"Okay!" At the end of the song, the young man desperately applauded him, his hands flushed: "Brother, where did you learn it? Why don't I know."

"The huqin master in the Ronghua class taught me." Wei Qingyun lowered his head and smiled.

"Ronghua class?" Lin Zhanyu was startled, a long-lost name reappeared in his mind: "Where is Miss Lu?"

"Yes." Wei Qingyun nodded.

There was a buzzing and rumbling sound in the boy's head, and he seemed to be unable to hear what others said.The sun was getting stronger and warmer, but Lin Zhanyu felt chills all over.

Half a year ago at Qiao Li's wedding, the girl who was smiling and charming occupied all of the boy's consciousness. He thought about it carefully, and suddenly recalled many details that he hadn't noticed at the beginning.

For example, the satisfied smiling face of the master standing aside, and Qiao Li and Xue He booing as if they were watching the excitement.

He turned his head to look at Wei Qingyun, only to see that his brother Wei showed a rare expression of embarrassment.His heart was shocked, and he understood everything in an instant.

But he was confused.He thought: Everyone says getting married is a good thing, and my brother now has a girl he wants to marry, so I should be happy for him, but why do I feel uncomfortable in my heart?

"Zhan Yu?" Wei Qingyun saw his abnormality, and quickly shook him: "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine." Lin Zhanyu hurriedly said: "Brother, I feel a little uncomfortable, I can't work with you today." He stood up: "I'll go to the city to get some medicine."

Naturally, he didn't go to the pharmacy, but ran to the temple outside the city along the road pointed out by the spice dealer.

There was a lot of people at the door, which was not the same as the place of Qingxiu that Lin Zhanyu imagined, but full of smoke and fire.

Among the crowd, there are glamorous young masters and young ladies, gray-haired masters and wives, and ragged ordinary people.

The Buddhist gate stands quietly in the world of mortals, reflecting the various states of the world and overlooking the desires of all living beings.

Lin Zhanyu took out his pitifully small pocket money from his pocket, counted it carefully, and found that it was okay to give some incense money.

He squeezed into the crowd, queued for a long time, and finally bought a stick of incense.By the time he put the incense into the incense burner in front of the Buddha statue in the main hall, it was already noon.

Lin Zhanyu actually does not believe in Buddhism.After all, he lives in such a world, watching the foreigners with yellow hair and blue eyes stepping on the ancient land, trampling the traditional oriental civilization to pieces, and preaching the thousand-year-old soil of benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and faith, and the three principles and five constant principles Towering churches were built.

The very different cultures at both ends of the world intersect and infiltrate here in a violent form, weaving into the unique beliefs of the most powerless people in this era: it is difficult to fully believe in anything, but they are extremely confused about where they came from.

He knelt on the cushion and kowtowed a few times to the Buddha statue.The Buddha in the hall has a peaceful demeanor, which contrasts with the sunlight that shines into the hall at noon, not angry but majestic.

Majesty and kindness have coexisted and lasted for hundreds of thousands of years, making young people feel at ease.

The moment Lin Zhanyu kowtowed his head, tears flowed down unconsciously.

He thought: We have come to this point, we should be honest with ourselves and the Buddha.

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The annotations are as follows:

There must be something in the eyes: to have something is to have a real feeling, as if you really see it

Double Dianer: One of the rhythm types of Allegro, suitable for witty sentence patterns