Uncle Wang felt that tricking reporters into watching a play in a small theater would not solve the root cause.
Jiang Yang suggested that it would be difficult to sing the opera faster, and the charm would be lost.
But there’s a new point in the story——
He smacked it and looked at Jiang Yang.
Jiang Yang was confused: "Look what I'm doing."
Uncle Wang: "You're not very good at writing stories."
Jiang Yang: "This is different."
"Is there anything different?"
Uncle Wang asked me to give it a try.
Many operas are adapted from novels.
"this--"
Jiang Yang thinks Peking Opera is good for its niche audience.
He heard that tickets for some famous actors were selling very well, but the only ones no one listened to were Uncle Wang.
and--
What is innovation? Innovation.
The Trial of Galileo in Three Sessions is innovative enough, and many people online applaud it, but when it comes to buying tickets, people still prefer to choose between movies, games and TV series.
Those who are really willing to buy tickets to enter the theater are those who like to listen to classic arias.
Jiang Yang thinks that opera should protect these people more. It’s good to be a minority in An Xin. “When no one really listens, we’ll dig a hole and bury them.”
"go."
Uncle Wang felt that Jiang Yang's grandson was a real bastard, but Tian didn't feel sorry for him, "You give it a try."
He still believed in Jiang Yang.
"Fine."
Jiang Yang reluctantly agreed.
As for what to copy, he had a blind eye and thought that if it didn't work, he would copy a Peking Opera version of Pirates of the Caribbean for the old man?
"I am Jack Sparrow, I am the Pirates of the Caribbean, the Black Pearl is sailing away, listen to me tell the legendary story..."
I wonder if Uncle Wang dared to innovate when he saw this book.
He laughed as he thought about it.
Uncle Wang: "What are you laughing at? You're so funny."
"without."
Jiang Yang shook his head: "No."
While they were chatting, they had already gotten on the subway.
Although there is no holiday on New Year's Eve, there are still many workers who have asked for leave or their bosses have been kind enough to go home early for reunion, so there are many people pulling suitcases on the subway. Perhaps the smell of the New Year's Eve dinner has appeared in their dreams last night
After that, the aroma of rice attracted them to go home, with excitement, eagerness and anticipation in their eyes.
When a young man saw Uncle Wang getting on the bus, he quickly stood up and offered his seat. Uncle Wang refused: "No, no, you sit, you have a long way home."
The young man persisted again.
Jiang Yang: "My old man, my arms and legs are strong."
The young man then sat down again.
Jiang Yang saw him holding the handle of the suitcase tightly, looking down at the platform from time to time, and his heart had already reached home.
Jiang Yang and Uncle Wang have arrived.
"Happy New Year."
Jiang Yang said to the young man.
The young man was stunned for a moment.
This is too abrupt.
Just like most men receive flowers at their own funerals. This sudden blessing from a stranger in a foreign land was something that the young man had never expected to see in his life. He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
He wanted to say the same thing, but his throat was a little dry and he was embarrassed to say it. When he responded again, Jiang Yang had already helped Mr. Wang out of the car, leaving only his back.
Happy New Year.
Four words flashed through his mind.
The young man didn't know why. He had never felt so stupid as now and didn't say this.
After reversing the train again, Jiang Yang and the others arrived at Longxugou.
Mr. Wang continued to confuse Jiang Yang: "If you write a good book, I will give you the house here."
"here?"
In the past, Jiang Yang would have been so happy that his nose was bubbling with tears.
but now.
"My wife is the devil!"
Jiang Yang was disdainful.
Who are you looking down on? He wants it without hesitation.
Say it again.
If not for the huge amount of land in this place, the living environment would not be worth mentioning.
However--
Jiang Yang quickly changed his mind.
After they posted the couplets, and under the threat of friendship from Mr. Wang, they cleaned the house from front to back. Back inside, Jiang Yang looked at the hanging on the wall, which showed Mr. Wang and his wife holding Wang Zheng in crotchless pants when they were young.
After taking the photos, I thought this house would be a good idea: "We agreed, give me the house, and then I will open an exhibition hall for movie stars."
Just look at the photos of the movie star who is sharpening his sword in his forties, and has never tried his crotchless pants, which can definitely cut off a lot of fans of the movie star.
"roll!"
Mr. Wang almost vomited blood, "You are really not a human being."
He couldn't even look directly at the poem.
Uncle Wang took the photos off the wall one by one and wiped them.
Jiang Yang watched from the side.
"Why?"
Jiang Yang pointed to the photo frame on the table that was obviously the photo of Uncle Wang’s wife, “Why is Auntie’s photo here?”
"Why don't you burn incense and make offerings to Auntie during the festival!!"
"Auntie can't even come back to see you!!!"
Uncle Wang looked at the excited Jiang Yang strangely: "Xiao Zheng asked someone to develop a bigger, clearer, and better-looking photo. He also used a particularly good photo frame and put it over there."
so--
I didn't take this photo.
"ah?"
Jiang Yang: "That's it."
Uncle Wang: "Why are you so excited?"
"Aren't I afraid that you are a scumbag?"
Jiang Yang: "There is a custom in my hometown. On the morning of New Year's Eve or the afternoon after lunch, I go to the graves of my ancestors, burn incense and kowtow, and then light a few firecrackers to tell the ancestors that they are going home to celebrate the New Year.
Please go home. Then when you get home, take out the photos of your ancestors and offer incense and kowtow to them on the first day of the new year."
He thought that Uncle Wang didn't care about his wife.
"Yeah?"
Uncle Wang's family does not have this custom.
Jiang Yang: “This custom also exists in Mexico.”
this point--
He learned it from Coco.
At that time, he was quite surprised. He felt that even though we were separated by an ocean, some customs were actually the same.
"When they celebrate the festival in Mexico, the deceased will come back from another world to reunite with their relatives, but their relatives here must enshrine their photos before they can come. If the photos are gone or lost, their relatives will forget about them, and they will not only be unable to live.
Come, and disappear forever over there. How do you say the line——"
Jiang Yang thought for a while, the skeleton of the guitar flashed through his mind, and some clips from the cartoon flashed through his mind, and then he found the line: "Death is not the end, forgetfulness is."
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Uncle Wang looked at his wife's photo quietly, then took out a few incense sticks from the drawer, lit them and inserted them into the incense burner. Then he picked up Jiang Yang's backpack, took out some snacks from it and placed them on the altar table.
The photo took a bow.
"Hey, you-"
Jiang Yang was a little reluctant: "The compensation will be doubled!"
He also bowed: "Auntie, Happy New Year!"
Then--
He suddenly thought of a question: "You said that when a young man dies, his parents will pay incense and bow to his photo during the festival?"
This really stumped Uncle Wang.
and--
There's really no way to ask.
It's so cruel to those who know.
Uncle Wang thinks this must be quite painful for parents.
At least he stepped in as a parent and felt very uncomfortable.
Jiang Yang thought: "It would be quite fun if I bowed."
This is quite rude to say.
Uncle Wang was about to criticize Jiang Yang, but when he looked up and saw Jiang Yang smiling, the words reached his throat and he swallowed them hard.
He doesn't know why.
"gone."
Jiang Yang greeted Uncle Wang: "My wife is still waiting for me."
"good."
Maybe the atmosphere has arrived.
Uncle Wang looked at the photo: "Old lady, I'm going home to celebrate the New Year."
Jiang Yang: "Do you have to take the photo back? Otherwise, when you come back here, you and your son won't be here..."
Uncle Wang thought so too.
"You're quite thoughtful."
He had to admire Jiang Yang, and for a moment he didn't know who was the little old man who was close to death.
He picked up the photo and continued to say to the photo: "Come on, let's go to your son's house to celebrate the New Year. The park next to his community is a fireworks display point, and a lot of fireworks are set off. You don't like fireworks the most, so you can enjoy watching them.
.”
As soon as he took the photo away, Jiang Yang put the snacks in his bag: "Auntie, I'm not stingy. My wife bought these snacks for me. They are full of love. They are from me."
The king doesn’t bring any offerings, so if you find trouble, come to him!”
then--
Jiang Yang reminded Uncle Wang: "Double!"
"Hey!"
Uncle Wang is so convinced that he has nothing to say.