The Peking Opera sung earlier put great demands on the voice, but the little song Yang Han will sing next is much simpler.
"The peach leaves are pointed from tip to tip, and the willow leaves cover the sky..."
There is no need to bring an accompaniment, Yang Han showed her daughter what it means to be "crisp"!
His unique deep voice is so ear-catching that one can't help but shudder. And this kind of resonant drama made Yang Han sing this song gracefully with a cappella lyrics.
rhythm!
"My Lord Ming, please listen carefully to what I have to say. The reason for this matter is..."
There are many types of ditties in Beijing, but this one is a bit more in the style of opera. It can even be said that these ditties are also an evolution of various operas.
Yang Ruoyi didn't know much about opera, and she didn't even know much about music theory, but she could hear the musical interest contained in her father's singing of this ditty - the old men onlookers were all listening to the story, but Yang Ruoyi was interested in her father's "
"Sing", it's so exciting to hear it!
Like "in" its position, this "Ming Gong", listen carefully to my "Lai Yan Na", and the "point on top" of the peach leaf in front, one after another is retro but sounds a little fresh.
Yang Ruoyi couldn't help but shake her head when she heard the change of tone. She looked so energetic, just like a child watching her favorite cartoon.
"Exploring Qingshui River", this Beijing ditty actually tells a tragic story of someone who died for love, and it has a strong background from the old times!
The reason why Yang Han sang this little song is because he knows that the old men in their sixties and seventies here have experienced the difficult times in the past. Knowing the sense of the times in this story may allow them to find the memories of their childhood - that is,
The so-called resonance.
No, Fu Taining, who was sitting at the front, was listening with gusto, his head shaking, and he felt like people in the last century who used small stools to listen to dramas!
But Yang Ruoyi's head and head shaking is obviously different.
She is only sixteen years old, how can she understand such a complicated love tragedy? Let alone "Exploring Qingshui River", even if you show her a classic story like "Romeo and Juliet", she won't be able to understand it.
Feelings - At most, I feel that dying for love is shocking. I don't think about whether it is worth dying for love, and I don't think about the background of the era when this tragedy happened...
Yes, Yang Ruoyi didn't even understand the story told in the lyrics. She was actually intoxicated by the melody of this ditty and her father's singing method!
I don't know when, Yang Han put down the tea cup in his hand, took a paper fan from nowhere, folded it and held it with the tiger's mouth, and gently beat the rhythm in his hand.
"The sun sets on the mountain, the autumn insects are noisy, and the sixth brother thinks about it day and night..." Yang Han sang, holding a flower in the paper fan in his hand, gently grinning at the corner of his mouth, revealing a row of white hair with a smile
Straight teeth.
There seems to be a hint of shyness hidden deep in the words. Of course, this shyness is not obvious. Yang Han's performance is also layered. You can taste it carefully, but it will not feel too abrupt.
Very greasy!
This kind of substitution of music is very clean, just like people who listen to Peking Opera are obsessed with the actors' interpretation of the characters on stage! Of course, Yang Han's excellent expression management is not something ordinary opera lovers can do
!
If a powerful judge teacher saw it, he would definitely be surprised by his professionalism. Of course, in this small teahouse now, there are not so many Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon characters.
"I made an appointment to flirt with you tonight. Let's meet at midnight..."
Yang Ruoyi didn't know why, but she didn't get involved in the faint sadness that gradually emerged from the song. Instead, she became happier the more she listened to it.
That's because...Dad sang happily!
Yang Ruoyi could feel that her father singing in front of so many audiences was just like him singing live in front of the computer yesterday, singing with high spirits and confidence!
The song "Exploring Qingshui River" was very long. Even though it was sung to the same tune repeatedly, Yang Ruoyi listened very attentively. It wasn't until her father finished singing that she suddenly came back to her senses.
"Bah, bang, bang!" The grandpas full of people on the first floor applauded.
There were not many cheers of appreciation, after all, few people were as energetic as Fu Taining and Mr. Li Dade, but Yang Ruoyi could still see that his father was clasping his fists and smiling brightly amidst their applause and praise.
This is dad's highlight moment, right?
Yang Ruoyi suddenly had an inexplicable feeling. Her father, who was usually busy taking care of her three meals a day, seemed to be too invisible to everyone. On the contrary, it was his father who was the most energetic when he sang, and he could radiate happiness without the least need to hide it.
The glorious father!
He should sing, just like himself. Since he loves singing, he should work hard and struggle regardless of anything!
"Peng Peng, have you recorded it?" Yang Ruoyi turned around and asked worriedly.
"It's recorded!" Peng Xueyuan excitedly fiddled with his mobile phone to confirm that the video he just recorded was saved, and then whispered to his friends, "I'll cut it later and take it to sign up together. I almost forgot that Uncle Yang can sing Peking Opera.
, this is definitely a plus!”
Peng Xueyuan still doesn't know that what Yang Han just sang was a Beijing ditty, not a Peking opera. But it can't be blamed on him. Let alone Peng Xueyuan, Yang Ruoyi and Tang Wenfei were stupidly confused.
They are too young, and their music-related background is too poor, and they still need to accumulate it slowly!
"Let's go back quickly? We're going to be caught." Tang Wenfei nervously hugged her knees and said to her friends.
Yang Ruoyi glanced at her father's heated exchanges with the "old theater fans" grandpa with some envy - this kind of being liked because of music was also what she dreamed of. Looking back, Yang Ruoyi slipped back to the building with her friends.
superior.
…
Yang Han just came to the teahouse for a daily stroll, and of course he didn't come here deliberately to find out what Yiyi and her good friends were playing. This is the same as at home, he would not enter his daughter's room without knocking on the door and getting permission.
reason!
He respects Yiyi's privacy.
Regardless of whether they are boys or girls, they all need to have their own private space. Parents cannot invade their children's privacy and enter their private space in the name of protection.
At this point, many Chinese-style parents feel that children have no privacy at all, but Yang Han himself had a similar experience when he was a child. What he hated most in the past was that his parents would peek at his diary, so he later
He would never write down his thoughts in a diary again. After passing the grade where teachers no longer asked him to keep a diary, Yang Han never wrote a diary.
It is precisely because he has fresh memories of the troubles he experienced growing up that Yang Han pays special attention to protecting his daughter's privacy when raising her.
Not only did he "agree" with his daughter that her boudoir would be her private world, but he also never deliberately inquired into her daughter's little secrets!
For example, in the teahouse, there are actually surveillance cameras on every floor of the teahouse. If he wants to find out what Yang Ruoyi is doing, he can ask Wu Maocai to bring up the surveillance cameras.
But this is an invasion of my daughter’s privacy!
At the same time, there is no need. Without him watching every step, her daughter will still be more conscious - yes, Yang Ruoyi does not need Yang Han to worry about studying and playing. She will do her homework consciously and work hard.
to review.
Of course, no matter how conscious you are, no matter how hard you work, it's useless. Yang Ruoyi's grades are still at the middle level. Compared with those big names in her school who later passed the provincial examination and just studied casually, Yang Ruoyi was particularly hit.
Fortunately, Yang Han didn't care. He didn't intend to let his daughter become a super college bully, so Yang Ruoyi had never attended a cram school even when she was older.
It's a bit far. Yang Han doesn't pay attention to what his daughter is doing upstairs, but it actually has something to do with Tang Wenfei. These three little guys are playing together, so Yang Han is not worried, but if it's just Peng Xueyuan, a brat like him,
Then I guess Yang Han won’t be so happy!
…
At noon, the teahouse downstairs was about to close. Those old men who had not had enough were comforted by Yang Han and Wu Maocai, and left while rubbing their hands in anguish.
At this time, Yang Ruoyi also slipped down quietly with her friends! They felt guilty, and as soon as they came down the stairs, they saw Yang Han turning around to look, and they all straightened their backs and smiled unnaturally.
"Dad, we, are we going to eat at Aunt He's place for lunch today, or are we going to eat at home?" Yang Ruoyi smiled with bright eyes, but this was just a cover-up. She was so nervous that she faltered, and in the end she had nothing to say.
talk.
"Today we had a simple meal at the teahouse. Your fifth uncle said that your Aunt He went shopping for vegetables in the morning and happened to come across your favorite vegetable pickle (a crispy pickle made from pickled radish in the Hokkien language), so she bought some
I'll fry it for you when I come back." Yang Han said with a smile.
"Are there any vegetables to supplement? Stir-fried meat or scrambled eggs?" Yang Ruoyi hugged her father's arm in surprise. She was so happy that she forgot that she and her friends were just thinking about how to trick their father!
"They are all there, they are all there." Wu Maocai looked at Yang Ruoyi lovingly and said with a smile.
"That's great! Stir-fried meat with vegetables and scrambled eggs, served with porridge, it's so delicious!" Yang Ruoyi was so happy that she started circling in front of the teahouse counter.
"Feifei, Peng Peng, do you want to stay and have something to eat?" Yang Han smiled and looked at Tang Wenfei and Peng Xueyuan next to him, and asked with concern.
In fact, the three families have a very good relationship. Whether it is Yang Ruoyi or the other two, they have eaten at each other's houses. Of course, because Yang Han's cooking is delicious, and sometimes Tang Wenfei's parents are not available, most of the time,
Tang Wenfei and the others came to Yang Ruoyi's house for dinner.
It’s just a matter of two more pairs of chopsticks!
But today, both Tang Wenfei and Peng Xueyuan were too embarrassed to stay. They waved their hands guiltily and said in unison: "No, Uncle Yang, Uncle Five, I have cooked food at home."
The girl thought more carefully, and Tang Wenfei also added "thank you".