"No need!"
Ning Yunque said," I'm just playing around!”
He casually played a song to confirm that he had mastered this skill.
"Mom, don't you have a Sanxian?" Ning Yunque asked his mother. Can I borrow it for a few days?"
"That was left behind by your grandfather!"
His mother said," You want to learn this too?”
"I used to listen to Grandpa play and he taught me a few moves, but I never learned much.”
Ning Yunque said," Although it's impossible to learn it overnight, if you can play a song at Grandpa's memorial concert, it'll fulfill one of Grandpa's wishes!”
"You really don't say. When Grandpa was alive, he wanted you to learn everything. He couldn't wait for you to be good at everything!”
His mother sighed." Alright, I'll take it for you. I'll teach you what dress you want to play. There's still some time. Practice hard. As long as you can play it well, it's not impossible for you to perform on stage. I'll tell your godfather when the time comes."”
After a while.
His mother took out an antique wooden box.
After opening the box, there was a Sanxian inside.
His mother touched the strings of the zither and sighed. Tears were about to fall from her eyes.
Ning Yunque knew the basic method of playing the three strings.
His five fingers on his right hand were tied with nails. He took the Sanxian from his mother and skillfully played a few notes.
Then, she started to play and sing.
"When will one stop fighting for fame and fortune? I broke my legs and traveled all over the world…"
This song was Taiping's lyrics," West Lake Tour."
It was also a few lines that his grandfather, Zhang Wenshun, loved to sing when he was alive.
Upon hearing this, his mother couldn't take it anymore. Tears flowed down her face, and she forgot how good Ning Yunque's Sanxian was.
" The dragon head boat led the phoenix boat away, and the king's grandson sat on a tall building..."
When Ning Yunque sang the second line…
His mother finally recovered.
Looking at Ning Yunque's action of playing the three strings, he was absent-minded for a while.
You play really well!
Zhang Deyan's heart skipped a beat. She didn't need to nod and look at the strings. Every note was played very naturally.
After listening to his son sing a few lines.
Zhang Deyan could not help but sing along.
"On the Qingming Festival, Xu Xian came to plant willows, and every family paid their respects to the graves. Xu Hanwen lifted his clothes and walked forward.”
In the middle was a pair of recitals.
Ning Yunque stopped, and his mother, Zhang Deyan, naturally continued.
After the recital, the mother and son sang the second verse together.
This voice made his father walk out as well.
Listening to the mother and son singing, he also thought of his deceased father-in-law.
Back then, he and his wife had lost money when they opened a restaurant and were preparing to start a clothing business to recoup their losses.
However, his father-in-law's illness suddenly worsened and he had to put down his work to focus on taking care of the old man.
Before his father-in-law left, he entrusted the whole family to Old Guo.
Zhang Deyan and Ning Yunque entered Deyun Society to perform crosstalk, while he became the lobby manager of Guo Jiacai.
It could be said that this family was dependent on Old Guo.
Today, his wife came back and told him excitedly that his son could perform crosstalk. This made him very happy as a father, but also very sad.
"Old Ning!"
The song ended.
Zhang Deyan looked at her son's father and asked,""How is it? You've been listening to folk arts for so many years. With your son's current level, can he step onto the big stage?”
"Yes, yes!"
Old Ning said happily," His grandfather's spirit in heaven was not in vain. Our son will definitely become great in the future!”
This was not a simple statement, but a sincere hope.
Although his son was young and tender, he already had the demeanor of a mature actor. As a father, he naturally hoped that his son would become a great talent in the future!
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The day after the box was sealed was the eve of the Lunar New Year.
Most of the actors and actresses from Deyun Group had gone home.
De Yunduan paid for the train tickets, and some of the younger students had to be sent home by their seniors.
In Old Guo's courtyard.
He left behind a few disciples who had spent the new year with him and were currently cultivating.
At the corner of the wall, Kong Yunlong was covered in a quilt. He held a bamboo pole in his left hand and a fast board in his right hand. He walked back and forth in small steps and sang the lyrics of the West River Drum Book.
His appearance made the other senior and junior brothers laugh.
"What are you laughing at? Is there anything to drink?"
Old Guo walked out with a serious expression, but when he saw Kong Yunlong's expression, he couldn't hold it in anymore. He turned around and secretly smiled, then turned back with a serious expression.
"Master!"
The senior and junior brothers immediately returned to themselves and did what they were supposed to do.
Old Guo looked around and saw that his disciples were all practicing seriously.
Especially Ning Yunque, who was standing in the corner with headphones on and humming a book. She couldn't help but nod slightly.
"Xiao Wei, get your Senior Brother Ning a glass of water to moisten his throat!”
Old Guo said to a girl beside him," Also, tell him to come to my study in the afternoon!”
"Hey!"
This girl called Xiao Wei was the disciple of Master's wife, Wang Yun, Xing Hewei.
He had been at Old Guo's house for a few years. Other than learning the West River Drum from Wang Yun and occasionally learning crosstalk from Old Guo, he usually did some chores such as cleaning and serving tea.
After Old Guo instructed.
Xing Hewei immediately went to his room to get a glass of water.
However, before she left, she slowed down and looked at Ning Yunque, who was practicing seriously. She was a little scared.
The closer they got, the more embarrassed Xing Hewei felt.
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