"...If you come to my side, you will immediately become the big shopkeeper of the Su family. All the resources of the three rooms of the Su family are at your disposal. Whatever requests you have, as long as we can meet them, we will naturally agree to them."
, if you can manage these resources well, the second sister is just a woman after all. If she can't take over the big house in the future, if you want to get her, there are naturally many ways... My dad said you are a smart person, and everyone knows you are smart.
People, we are sincere here, there is no need to say unnecessary words, just think about it yourself..."
Su Wenji's voice rang out in the wind and snow. In fact, she had already prepared to tell him. Among the several shopkeepers in the Su family's main house, Xi Junyu was shrewd and capable, and had always been the most dazzling one among them. Although now
In terms of qualifications, he is not as good as a few old people, but not many people doubt the fact that he will be able to support half of the Su family in the future. Most people even say that this Xi Junyu is the material to be the top scholar in school, and the Wu family spent a lot of money to hire him.
He had never promised in the past that he would stay in the Su family. In fact, it was just for the sake of the second young lady Su Tan'er.
For this reason, since Su Tan'er got married, Su Yunfang and Su Wenji have been trying to get close to each other and show their good intentions. Su Wenji knows that he is not good at it, but he always regards himself as Su Wuji, a polite and virtuous corporal, and is extremely generous to those who are capable.
What he emphasizes is "I may not have much ability, I just need to leave things to those who are capable." This attitude has also received a lot of praise from the outside world.
However, after listening to what he said, Xi Junyu looked at him like that for a while. After a while, he patted his shoulder hard with his palm. Amidst Su Wenji's doubts, he still shook his head and sneered: "Qi Shao, don't be naive...
…”
"This is your best chance...you know if what I say is true."
Unable to figure out what the other party was thinking, Su Wenji was also confused by the other party's attitude. Xi Junyu patted his shoulder with a heavy hand, so he had no choice but to repeat these words. After a while, Xi Junyu sighed.
"Oh, Qi Shao, a courtesy corporal, it's a good thing to be lenient in employing people. I know this is what the third master taught you. If you can't manage it, don't point fingers. This is also a trick, but you don't understand that people who can really use people
, you must also be able to suppress talents. If one day two of your subordinates have different opinions, but you don’t even have the ability and prestige to make a decision on both, how can you employ people!"
Looking at the man in front of him, Xi Junyu felt funny. Su Wenji thought for a while: "At least... wouldn't this be a good thing for you!"
Xi Junyu shook his head: "I, Xi Junyu, will not stand with someone who is destined to fail."
After he said this, he turned around and left. Seeing the figure striding away, Su Wenji hesitated for a while and finally realized something: "You're angry! You're angry!"
"This sentence is quite an improvement." Xi Junyu said indifferently, and then waved his hand without looking back. Snowflakes seemed to suddenly explode in the air, "Wake up, Qi Shao, you can't beat Su Tan'er.
, she never paid attention to you from the beginning!"
The wind and snow were dancing, Su Wenji stared dumbfoundedly at the figure in the ink-shirt striding away. After a moment, he frowned and suppressed his anger, although he thought that after so many contacts, this seemed to be the first time that Xi Junyu became
Losing control and getting angry, there should be a turn for the better, but because of Xi Junyu's words, he still couldn't suppress his unhappy mood, and then he punched the tree trunk next to him.
He was not very strong. Usually, a punch like this would only hurt. At this time, he was already prepared for the pain. He gritted his teeth and shook his hand in the air a few times. When he exhaled, his whole neck was cold.
His shoulders were also covered with snow. He looked up angrily, his eyes immediately became stunned, his mouth opened, and a look of horror was about to appear...
Looking from a distance, the figure under the tree punched the tree, and the tree shook a few times, and then...boom-boom-
The white and green colors submerged the figure, with two hands and one foot shaking and struggling on the snowdrift.
After a while, the maid's voice came from there: "Someone is coming - someone is coming - the seventh young master is buried in the snow -"
"...Listen to youth, welcome laughter, envy many people,
The annals of history are too gentle and too harsh to write.
Fireworks are easy to get cold, and people are easy to separate.
And you're asking, am I still serious...
Thousands of years later, after a lifetime of deep love, who else is waiting?
And Qing History, how can it not be true, Wei Shu Luoyang City.
If you are following me, I have passed through the past life,
Stained in the world of mortals, follow me and wander all your life..."
The strings sounded softly, and each sound was like water flowing gracefully. The woman's voice was shallow. There was groping, contemplation, and doubt in her singing. In her singing method, she combined some single-note singing methods that she usually used when singing lyrics and music, and also
The twists and turns that Ning Yi had just taught her were preserved. The melody was not high, soft and long, like mellow wine.
In the midst of such singing, the man carefully peeled off the shell of the duck egg, and the amber-like color gradually appeared in the air as the eggshell fell. In this era similar to that of the Song Dynasty, the pine-flowered eggs were used in the music.
The eggs appeared in front of people for the first time, and were then placed in the porcelain bowl in front of them. The amber egg whites had the same pattern. Ning Yi listened to Nie Yunzhu singing "Jialan Yu" which was quite different from the original version.
You can vaguely feel a hint of ancient charm.
Even in this era, what we see and hear many times is still a simple life, simple and boring. Walking along the Qinhuai River on weekdays, the buildings and boats are not as beautiful as those filmed on TV, and the roads are all kinds of dirty and messy.
. Ancient rhyme is a specific state of mind, just like when he looks at the lights in the Su family yard every night, like when the bright moon will be when he teaches Xiaochan to sing that day, like the comfort inside and outside the small building in the pouring rain, it can
It reminds him that many years later, the ancient charm will come out of his heart. After all, he is a modern person, and it is this state of mind that has accumulated the breath of time, like poetry and wine.
After listening to this piece of music quietly, Nie Yunzhu was hesitant to speak. She had never heard such folk songs before, but among the music that could reach the level of elegance, there was no such strange singing method. For thousands of years, music has become more popular.
All are following the path of monophonic music. Even thousands of years later, the singing method pursued by every local opera is actually based on momentum and charm. When it comes to change, it is far less complicated than modern music that combines various styles. This
After singing the song, Nie Yunzhu's skill can naturally clearly feel the complex changes pursued in the song. In a sense, this kind of simple and superficial music, but on the other hand, pursuing technical changes to the extreme, is almost evil.
, but for her, it did also have a lot of shock and inspiration.
On the other hand, the lyrics are a bit too plain, and some parts seem to be pieced together... She looked at Ning Yi. Maybe it was casual, but it seemed that she said something casually, inadvertently pursuing interesting singing methods, and finally
It's like spelling out such a song. But even so, it's really amazing. The scattered and plain words actually have some vague artistic conception, and it's like a cynical game.
Before this, Nie Yunzhu had never thought that one day he would be confused and confused by such a piece of music.
"Did this way of singing, Mr. Master, be pieced together at random?" Although it is unbelievable, it can only be like this if you think about it. If you are really familiar with the music, I am afraid that if you compose a folk tune, it will never turn out like this.
"Can you listen?"
"Strange, but interesting." Nie Yunzhu thought for a while, chose his words carefully, and then laughed, "It's just...I'm afraid it can only be a pastime on weekdays, or casual singing when two or three friends get together, uh...I'm afraid..."
She was a little hard to explain, so Ning Yi laughed: "I can't wait for the elegant hall, haha." After a pause, "But it's just me who likes it. I'll listen to it myself and find it interesting."
Ning Yi has always been easy-going and straightforward, and Nie Yunzhu has long been used to it. Seeing his attitude at this time, the doubts and confusion in his heart have gone away. It is just a weird song. As long as it can be sung and listened to, it is probably fine.
It just makes people feel happy. She has studied the art of music very deeply, and she has some bottom lines of rules that need to be defended. But at this time, she no longer feels strange about what is happening in front of her, she just feels that the other person should be like this.
"It actually sounds good." She smiled and nodded, "It's just... I have never heard such lyrics and music before. If I want to use a new score, I will have to study for a few days..."
Ning Yi smiled and nodded: "Oh, of course, I'm not in a hurry. In fact, I feel good after listening to it once. It sounded very good just now."
"Young Master, I've received the award. In fact, I can't show my singing skills in many places..." Nie Yunzhu said, then looked at the duck eggs in the bowl, "Why are these salted duck eggs like this?"
"This is called Songhua Egg. You can name it Jade Egg, Agate Egg, Rich Egg or something... I'll give you a taste of this jar. I'll take this jar away. I'll sell it more expensively in the future. There should be business all over the world."
This should be the only one and no other branches..."
Ning Yi introduced the preserved eggs with a smile. He originally asked Nie Yunzhu to pickle two jars of fifty pieces in total, but now he only planned to take one jar away. Anyway, he just wanted to eat it, and it doesn't matter who he sells it to.
Nie Yunzhu knows music, so I will have to ask her to compose music in the future, which is considered an investment.
After a small push, Nie Yunzhu had to accept it. After chatting for a while, Nie Yunzhu found some straw ropes from the kitchen and tied the small jar up. Ning Yi picked up the tile jar and left, and Nie Yunzhu walked him out the door.
, and returned to the room shortly after.
"It's raining heavily, and the vegetation in my old hometown is deep..."
Thinking softly and humming the music, Nie Yunzhu walked to the table and looked at the paper with the lyrics written on it. Then he picked up the preserved eggs in the bowl, opened his teeth slightly, and took a bite. While chewing carefully, there was still something in his mouth.
Humming the lyrics word for word.
Weird lyrics and music that I have never heard before, and the taste of duck eggs that I have never eaten, these things poured into my heart. When Ning Yi was around just now, my heart was peaceful, but now it became a little chaotic for some reason.
"The mottled city gate is entangled with old tree roots, and the words echoing on the stone slabs are waiting..."
"It's raining heavily, and the vegetation in my old hometown is deep..."
"The sound of the pastoral flute on the outskirts of the city fell in that wild village, and fate took root..."
"I heard that you are always alone..."
"Stained in the world of mortals, follow me and wander all your life..."
The soft voice just hummed lightly, but she thought of many things in her mind. Remembering the scene when the two of them pushed the cart back together just now, she put down the preserved eggs in her hands, walked to the door, and opened the door gently. The wind and snow encouraged her from outside.
After coming in, she stood there and looked towards the road in the distance. The figure in green robe holding an oil-paper umbrella was drifting away in the wind and snow, and only the last blurry image remained.
"Stained with the world of mortals..."
My heart was pounding, and I felt like I was standing at the door of the world of mortals. My chest was rising and falling slightly, and my thoughts were rushing. Sometimes I felt that the artistic conception in the lyrics was indescribable, and sometimes I felt that there was something else, dong dong dong, dong dong.
Boom, I beat my heart desperately, and then I felt that I was thinking too much.
"Mr. Ning is a gentleman, I should treat it as just a random word... Nie Yunzhu..."
"Nie Yunzhu, Nie Yunzhu, Nie Yunzhu..."
The figure in the distance had long since disappeared into the wind and snow. She closed the door, pursed her lips, walked back to the round table and sat down. It was true that she was thinking too much. She put her hands on her face and turned her head sideways.
He looked up at the lyrics, sang a few words softly, then lay down again, resting his chin on his folded hands, looking straight over, he saw the bitten preserved egg not far away, with light coming from outside the door.
A beam of faint light shone from the amber-like color, creating a crystal glow.
She just lay there, staring blankly at the crystal color for a while. In the dimly lit room, the little girl seemed to...
p: It seems that some people always think that ancient people are so ancient, and they seem to be full of classical Chinese style in every gesture, so modern songs will not be welcomed in any case and will be regarded as heresy under any circumstances. Here
Let me talk about it, the ancients, in the pre-Qin period, they usually talked in the format of classical Chinese. But starting from the Tang Dynasty, it basically became vernacular, and classical Chinese was just a form of writing. These vernaculars are actually similar to what we have now.
Vernacular books such as Water Margin can represent some of them, but regardless of whether they are vernacular books or not, since they have become books, the way of speaking in these vernacular books is actually more literary and Zou Zou than the real speech at that time. Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing, especially
By the Ming Dynasty, government notices and other matters were required to be in vernacular. In the Qing Dynasty, Guangxu's Zhu Biao to officials once said "what you should do as governors".
So don’t really think that ancient Chinese literature is definitely different from ours. Of course, modern songs cannot wait for elegance in ancient times. If you want to say that this is elegance, it is impossible. However, private entertainment between two or three people is really nothing.
Big thing. Moreover, the lyrics, music and singing methods of modern songs are different from those in ancient times. If you compare the various repertoires of Peking Opera and Yue Opera, you will find the differences. The singing methods in ancient times went in different directions. Therefore, more complex and weird singing methods may not be the same.
I'm used to it, but privately I find it interesting and innovative. This shouldn't be difficult to understand. What's more... people have a good impression first...
I don’t pursue pure ancient rhyme. For example, since you write ancient prose, you must follow ancient methods to give people an ancient feel. Some people even say don’t invent this, don’t invent that, and keep the original flavor.
Ancient times - I don't pursue these. The stories I want to write are not routine "ancient officialdom stories", "ancient hegemony stories", "ancient farming stories", "ancient martial arts stories". I don't pursue routine things.
.If you want to define this article, it is very simple: a series of things that happened when a modern person returned to ancient times... As long as it is possible and interesting, I will not shy away from it. If you go back to ancient times,
Don’t you miss the TV? Don’t you miss the songs? Don’t you miss the MSG? First of all, he must be a modern person. I will never let the protagonist become an ancient novel for some ancient rhyme. That would be unreasonable. My ancient rhyme has never been
To show in other aspects, a "modern person" returns to "ancient times", this is a dramatic conflict, modern people are equally important as ancient times.
I only pursue the reasonableness of human nature and give him an environment. I will let it happen if it can happen. As mentioned above, I let the song appear based on such a series of considerations. I have thought about these. I know that ancient people
I speak in vernacular, so that's enough.
Of course, as for not wanting to believe this at all, because I don’t know what limericks are or what ballads are, and I think of ancient people as aliens, then there’s nothing I can do about it.
Well, I believe that by now, I have already molded myself in terms of ancient rhyme.
This is the Wu Dynasty.
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