January 12th.

There are still one month and six days left before the traditional Chinese Lunar New Year, which is the second and latest Spring Festival in this century.

A little after six o'clock in the morning, Lu Dongjie opened his eyes and didn't need to set the alarm clock. I wonder if his subconscious function was at work.

In this season of short days and long nights, people are used to sleeping in. It's not that Lu Dongjie doesn't want to, but it's not that he can't.

He stared at the ceiling for a while, then turned over when his thoughts cleared.

It was less than six o'clock, but it was still dark and quiet outside the window, and the occasional sound of car horns could be heard on the road.

I got up in my pajamas, went to the kitchen to get a pot of water and put it on the gas stove to heat, then I went to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth.

After everything was cleaned up, the kettle was already making a "chichi" sound. I picked up the boiling water, grabbed a few fat seaweeds from the tin can and poured them into the teapot. Then I returned to the room and changed into winter sports.

Hoodie.

Closing the door gently, he went downstairs with a towel and keys.

It's cold in spring, and the streets look a little deserted under the yellowish lights. The cleaning workers have finished cleaning the roads, and the garbage trucks are doing the finishing work.

From time to time, the sound of bicycle bells urging people to give way could be heard on the street, and a cyclist carrying two large baskets in the back seat was seen walking in a hurry.

They are the newspaper delivery people in Kowloon City, also known as newspaper guys among the citizens. However, newspaper guys were later quoted as some indescribable nickname by Salty Magazine.

Mo Daojun leaves early, and there are even more early travelers.

Lu Dongjie has lived here for more than 20 years, but he rarely gets up so early. The scene in front of him reminded Lu Dongjie of that interview with NBA stars.

A reporter once asked Kobe: "Why are you so successful?"

Kobe asked, "Do you know what it's like at four o'clock in the morning in Los Angeles?"

The reporter shook his head: "I don't know, then tell me what it's like at four o'clock every morning in Los Angeles?"

Kobe scratched his head and said: "The sky is full of stars, few lights, and few pedestrians."

These people in front of me may not be that noble and great, they are just running around to make a living with three meals and one night.

Lu Dongjie relaxed his hands and feet and slowly started running along the church road towards the playground.

To practice singing, you must first practice your Qi and your luck. Jogging is a good choice for aerobic exercise.

The so-called Qi is the breathing when singing. If you want to sing a song well, you must first have enough Qi, and secondly, the breath must be even and steady.

Compared with professional singers, Lu Dongjie is a bit innately deficient. Although he has solid basic theoretical knowledge, his vocal range and timbre are still acceptable. Basically, he can be saved.

Tin Kwong Road Recreation Ground is located on the hillside and is a public area under the jurisdiction of the Urban Council. There is a large slope next to it, with many palms and pine trees planted on it. There is also a pedestrian path next to the slope, which is made of mud and gravel.

The trees on both sides are lush and leafy, and walking through it is like a small forest.

A huge banyan tree stood by the side of the road, straddling the pedestrian path. The trunk stretched forward diagonally, and its branches were densely packed, blocking out the sky. Under the big tree, a group of middle-aged and elderly people gathered and discussed something with great interest.

It was still early at this time. If it took another half an hour, the nearby neighbors would come out for morning exercise, walking, reading newspapers and other activities. Lu Dongjie jogged along the path and found a quiet and secluded place at the corner. This small world

The space is naturally enough to set up a posture and practice for a while.

Lu Dongjie broke off a branch, closed his eyes slightly, and used the branch to replace the sword. He moved one move at a time, neither fast nor slow, just like practicing Tai Chi sword, his body shape was calm and moving with the wind.

Twenty minutes later, his body shape suddenly accelerated, his steps became lighter and lighter, like a feather, and the sword in his hand became faster and faster. There was a flash of cold light, and a tree trunk as thick as an arm next to him was penetrated by the branch in his hand.

He shook his head with a smile, pulled back the branch and threw it back into the bush. He picked up the towel hanging beside and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

After resting for a while, Lu Dongjie let out a breath, then got up and continued jogging home along the path.

"Ajie, are you interested in coming over to play a few games? It's been a long time since you've been here. As the saying goes, you can't leave your fists without leaving your hands and your music can't leave your mouth. You can't do this." An old man under the big banyan tree smiled and waved to Lu Dongjie.

"No, Uncle Chen, I have something to do and I have to go home. I'll do it next time I have a chance." Lu Dongjie stopped, smiled and waved his hand.

"I really dislike us old guys for not keeping up with the times. Back then, we kept insisting that we wanted to learn from our masters, but now we have hair and wings and we know how to fly." Uncle Chen looked at Lu Dongjie with a half-smile but not a smile.

"How dare you? I really have something to go out today. Besides, with my three-legged cat skills, I don't dare to show my shame in front of uncles." Lu Dongjie wiped the sweat on his forehead with a towel and said with some embarrassment.

"Old Chen, don't be disrespectful to me. Young people nowadays are still interested in playing this. Ajie, go ahead, go ahead, don't stop us from starting to practice." Another Subo next to him said.

He waved his hand and spoke to Lu Dongjie to relieve him.

"Okay, I'll go first then. If I have free time, I'll invite some of my uncles to have tea together." Lu Dongjie put the towel on his neck and left with a smile.

"Well, today's young people all like to follow the trend. I'm afraid there will be no successors to the essence left by our ancestors." Uncle Chen looked at Lu Dongjie's leaving back and shook his head with emotion.

This is a folk Cantonese opera club formed by a group of old uncles. It is not an exaggeration to call it a Caotai troupe. Everyone of them is a fan of Cantonese opera. They gather together three or two days a week to play Cantonese opera to entertain their old age. Sometimes they go to

Community benefit performance.

Cantonese opera is also known as the southern red bean, and is commonly known as Guangdong opera. Xiangjiang and Guangzhou are both the centers of Cantonese opera. In an era when entertainment methods were scarce, Cantonese opera was the most popular opera among citizens.

However, with the invasion of Western music and the impact of new entertainment such as movies and television, the traditional art of Cantonese opera has gradually declined. The younger generation is not interested in it, but has become a favorite entertainment activity for middle-aged and elderly people.

Already.

Lu Dongjie also had a close relationship with Cantonese opera. At that time, Lu Dongjie was only nine years old. It happened to be the Mid-Autumn Festival, and his mother's Cantonese opera troupe had a performance and he took him with him.

On the street, a Cantonese opera troupe set up a simple open-air stage, singing and singing together. At that time, Lu Dongjie was immediately attracted.

He knew that one of the squeaky musical instruments was called the erhu. As a birthday gift that year, he asked his mother to give him an erhu. After that, he often pestered his mother to take him to work, and he wanted to learn from his teacher.

art.

Anyway, these old uncles in the shed didn't chase him away, so he often sat aside, observed and listened carefully. At first, they didn't know how to teach, so Lu Dongjie imitated their gestures of pressing the strings until he learned it.

Slowly, these old uncles realized that this kid Lu Dongjie was serious, and began to give him some advice. After a few years of playing around, he also practiced well. Sometimes the Erhu master was away, so Lu Dongjie, who was just a charlatan, would just make up his mind.

top.

But now the world is dominated by Western music, and folk music is finally at a disadvantage.

At eight o'clock, Lu Dongjie returned home. His mother was still preparing breakfast. Dad Lu was sorting some herbs that needed to be dried on the balcony. Little sister Lu was still sleeping in. Her mood had stabilized in the past two days. It was time to eat and sleep.

She seemed to be sleeping peacefully, but she still babbled in her dreams at night.

Lu Dongjie took a shower, returned to the room, took out his notebook from the drawer and opened it. Half of the pages had been torn out, and there were densely packed music scores and lyrics.
Chapter completed!