vernacular

"Zhanyu, what's the matter with you?" A clerk joked, "If you don't see each other for one night, you'll have panda eyes."

"Did you fall in love with someone's girl, so you can't sleep because of her?" Another guy also laughed.

"No." Lin Zhanyu was in a bad mood, and because of the familiarity between them, he didn't bother to put on a good face.

"Why is that?" The man said and turned around: "If you don't tell me, I'll ask Brother Wei."

When Cao Cao and Cao Cao arrived, Wei Qingyun helped the back kitchen bring in a pot of hot porridge.He heard the guy's speech just now, but only listened to the second half of the sentence, so he asked in a daze: "What's the matter? Do you have anything to ask me?"

"Look at Brother Lin," the clerk said with a smile, "it looks like he tossed and turned last night and couldn't sleep."

"Indeed." Wei Qingyun frowned: "Zhan Yu, tell me the truth, is there something on your mind?"

Lin Zhanyu snorted coldly: "You are fine, I have nothing to worry about."

"Hey, listen, this kid is capable." Wei Qingyun thought it was funny, so he joked to the guys: "It's about the same in reverse, thank God you don't let me worry about you."

Lin Zhanyu didn't want to argue with him, so he didn't refute.After a meal, he went back to his usual routine and went to do whatever he had to do.

Wei Qingyun thought that he was fine, but he didn't know that the young man's heart could not calm down any more.

After struggling and thinking for such a long time, he finally decided on one thing: no matter what kind of ending he will have in the future, he must find an opportunity to tell his senior brother what he has hidden in his heart for many years.

Day by day, Lin Zhanyu found that it was a very wise choice for Qiao Li to recommend them to Shopkeeper Wu: Everyone rarely has the time to listen to people's work, but if they have some fun during the meal, it would be great. Some people are still happy.

Not only that, because the food and lodging of the three of them are guaranteed, he and Wei Qingyun no longer have to work all day long as before.After more free time, a thick stack of papers was once again piled up on the table in Senior Brother Wei's room: it was no longer the usual reflection and recording, but based on impressions and short passages played occasionally on the old radio. playbook.

Of course, it is impossible for Wei Qingyun to find out all the traditional old jobs perfectly, but because of this, in order to make the effect of the jobs more smooth and entertaining, he often needs to play by himself.

In this way, he combined the character of the old life with the local characteristics of the Jianghuai area, and it has an excellent effect.

In addition to working and practicing, Lin Zhanyu often helped the guys in the restaurant with some trivial things such as wiping the tables and cleaning the floor.Whenever he sees Wei Qingyun sitting with Mr. Accountant writing and drawing, Lin Zhanyu thinks, now that you say that you miss Lu Jiang’s sister-in-law and really don’t want to continue, then I’ll wait, I’m eight years younger than you, so I won’t Can't consume you.

However, he didn't wait for Wei Qingyun's attitude to change, but instead waited for this person to come to him to discuss a new job.

"Zhanyu, come with me." One day in the twelfth lunar month, after lunch, Wei Qingyun greeted him: "Come to my room."

Lin Zhanyu knew that he had another idea, and felt strange: the judges liked the live show last week, and he thought Wei Qingyun would wait for a while before thinking about new ones.

"Senior brother," he asked after entering the room, "Why are you in such a hurry to start a new job?"

"I've counted the days, your brother Xiao Qiao is coming back soon. It's not good for him to hear, for fear of hurting the scene." Wei Qingyun took out a few sheets of rice paper from a pile of seemingly messy rice paper: "Look at .”

Lin Zhanyu wondered: "What kind of work can make him hurt?"

Yet he understood it just by glancing at the first line of the first sheet of paper.I saw that it said: Nan Zhengmeng.

"I heard it in Jinan City when I was young, and I reconstructed the skeleton based on my memory, and added some dialects here." Wei Qingyun explained to him: "If I really can't think of the details, I wrote a few paragraphs myself."

Lin Zhanyu continued to look down, and there was a setting poem:

The ambition of the young is soaring to the sky, and the red building in colorful clothes looks far away.

The facts of three thousand generations are unpredictable, and the bridge of dreams is lost in smoke and clouds.

There are many roads in all directions, and there are grasses on the banks of the Qinhuai River.

The blood robe was reflected on the fan of the plain clothes, and he immediately raised his sword to the sky and smiled.

"Did you write it yourself? I've never heard it before," he asked.

Wei Qingyun nodded: "I wrote it."

Lin Zhanyu's gaze stayed on it for a while longer, and silently recited the last sentence several times.

The following is the story of Laohuo: Wei Qingyun, as a teaser, wants to play a delusional person who is lazy but loves to talk big. He told the fan that he joined the army of the former dynasty to fight against the peasant volunteers. He said it like a true story, and satirized it by the way A few words of military officers who only know how to invite credit and rewards and soldiers who fled the battle. As a supporter, Lin Zhanyu's main job is to dismantle his stage and amuse the officials with him.

Lin Zhanyu read it twice, and basically grasped the details, and felt that this job was very suitable for Wei Qingyun: this person has a clean and neat figure, and many of the fabricated battlefield events will definitely be played out vividly.

But he also saw something else, which was the unique imprint of Wei Qingyun today.

For example, the sentence "The bones are like a mountain and forget the surname, nothing more than the son and the red makeup" is added to the end of the sentence describing the tragic battlefield: the funny one deliberately pretends to be timid and fearful, and tells how terrible the war is, and the hard-working one replies to him with this sentence, listen It sounds nothing special, but Lin Zhanyu knows that Wei Qingyun is using the gag story to nostalgia.

The mountains of white bones and the red makeup in the dream are exactly the city of Nanjing that this person misses so much today.

"I think it's okay." Lin Zhanyu read it twice: "Is it out tonight? I'll go back and recite the words."

"Go." Wei Qingyun waved his hand: "It's a little hasty, but we have cooperated for a long time, and there is still a tacit understanding. It should be no problem to practice all afternoon."

He thought well, the two of them didn't do anything else all afternoon, they had been working on this book, and when the guests started to walk into the restaurant, they also came from the backyard to the front hall.

The days are short in winter, and it is already a little dark at this time.Although shopkeeper Wu didn't install electric lights in the backyard, he was not so short-lived that he couldn't open the pot. In order not to wrong the diners, he installed two light bulbs in the front hall, which were brightly lit at night.

Since the two of them came, shopkeeper Wu asked the staff to clean up a place for them to work.

Seeing that there were more and more people, Lin Zhanyu walked over as usual, moved out the small table that was placed in the corner during the day, and bowed with Wei Qingyun with a smile.

Shopkeeper Wu was standing inside the counter, because there was a light hitting his face, it was actually not very real from Lin Zhanyu's perspective, and he could only vaguely see that he was probably in a good mood.

That's right, after all, the two of them worked at Wuji Restaurant every night, which not only helped them solve part of their livelihood, but also helped shopkeeper Wu attract many diners.He had no reason to be unhappy.

The work went smoothly. Wei Qingyun was holding a folding fan in his hand. Swords, swords, halberds, foreign guns and cannons could be imitated by gestures with this fan. It was light, flexible and interesting.

It is his habit to settle all the details before going live. Over the years, Lin Zhanyu has followed him.However, what the young man didn't expect was that when he thought it was time to bow, Senior Brother Wei showed some complicated expressions.

They were standing a little far away from the light bulb, Wei Qingyun lowered his head slightly, his face was buried in the shadow of the light, looking a little lonely.

Lin Zhanyu didn't know what he was thinking, and he couldn't stand coldly, so he could only follow along and say, "Oh, it's all fake, it's all a dream."

"Yes, it's just a dream." Wei Qingyun raised his head and raised his eyebrows slightly: "This gold and iron horse, rich and lively, none of them are real."

Why not for myself?The once-prosperous Nanjing, the stern yet kind Master, and my wife, did they only appear in my dreams?

If not, why can't I find them now?If so, why does a dream make me cry?

The heart is like a tree that has ashes, and the body is like a boat that is not tied.Poor and lamentable.

"Don't talk like that." Before Lin Zhanyu's head turned around, his mouth instinctively began to refute: "At least I'm still here. I am a person, and my heart for you is as good as it is."

Wei Qingjun obviously didn't expect him to say that, so he couldn't help but froze for a moment.Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lin Zhanyu hurriedly dragged him to bow, and then said: "Everyone, my brother is tired, let him go down to rest for a while, and I will show you my hand. How about singing a Beijing opera?"

"Okay!" The sitting judges cheered one after another.

Because of a previous illness, Lin Zhanyu's health was not particularly good. Wei Qingyun protected him and never dared to let him suffer.This is the first time he served Liu at the evening show of Wuji Restaurant.

As for the response, it is naturally very good.This is his strength. No one has ever said anything about his voice since he was a child. Even during the period when he lost his position, his singing never lost its charm.

After singing a section, Wei Qingyun almost came back to his senses.He smiled at Lin Zhanyu embarrassedly, and signaled him to start the next job.

"Brother, that." Seeing that Wei Qingyun was not very happy, Lin Zhanyu followed him directly back to his room at night. The young man really doesn't have much experience in coaxing people, and what he did was really worthless in the eyes of the other party. The meaning of looking for words: "Do you have any plans to write a book in the future? I will collect these things you sorted out and leave them for the people who speak Nanjing vernacular later, so that they don't even have a place to check when they think of something in the future. .”

"Let's talk about the future." Wei Qingyun helped Wei Xueyi, who was sleeping soundly, pull the quilt into order, and quickly walked out of the room: "Senior brother is not in a good condition today, please trouble you."

"Why are you telling me this?" Lin Zhanyu frowned: "I didn't understand anything when I was young. At that time, you taught me yourself and led me to work. You are half a master to me. Do whatever is right for you."

This made Wei Qingyun feel very strange. He found that his little junior brother always seemed to exaggerate a little bit recently.He looked at Lin Zhanyu who was sitting by the bed, and saw that this person was also looking at him very sincerely.

The candlelight reflected the young man's piercing eyes, making everything in the room seem warm and stable.

But Wei Qingyun knew that this was just an illusion. In this precarious world, if you want to live a stable life, that is the biggest wishful thinking.

"Brother," Lin Zhanyu called him softly, "what I said is true, I really think so."

Wei Qingyun smiled: "Understood. I'm fine, you can go back and rest."

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Nanzhengmeng

Notes:

A piece of cross talk is called "a piece of work" or "a piece of work" in jargon.A complete piece of work can be disassembled into four structures: pad, handle, front work and bottom.

The heart is like a tree that has ashes, and the body is like a boat that is not tied.From Su Shi~

The bones are like a mountain, and the surname is forgotten. It is nothing more than the son and the red makeup.From Cao Xueqin~