Chang Sihao nodded: "Yu Dayou and Qi Jiguang are famous generals in the world, they are amazing, people say that the dragon and tiger are bright, and the world is peaceful, which shows the status of the two of them in everyone's hearts,"

Liu Jinwu said with a smile: "Heroes and heroes, the most unworthy of the name, really turned up, I'm afraid that anyone's family background is not clean, take Qi Jiguang as an example, I was also very admired, but a while ago he brought people into Beijing, at first sight, it was just Erer, he went around to look at the nobles and celebrities, scattered his wealth, and made a generous move, and I don't know how many benefits he made in the south, and the army only relied on the harsh military law. Well-equipped, his record is smashed out with money, and he is lustful and insatiable, he secretly married a concubine, and he didn't dare to make a noise, he turned out to be such a big man, but he was very afraid of his wife,"

Qi Jiguang was originally under Hu Zongxian and Tan Lun's subordinates, and he broke the widows along the coast, and repeatedly made military exploits, and the "New Book of Ji Xiao" he wrote was a must-read for soldiers, Chang Sihao had heard of his deeds when he was in the army, and he has always admired him very much, thinking about how he behaved, I don't know, but people's military exploits are born out of life, how can you, the young master who relies on the blessing of his ancestors, think, can you imagine it, he smiled, and said to him: "You don't understand this, why does the saying 'heroes are sad to pass the beauty pass'," 'Beauty off' means that the beauty is locked up at home, isn't that the wife,"

Liu Jinwu patted his thigh: "It's easy to understand, it's easy to understand, isn't it, being a wife is like being a beauty, I must be sad in my heart, I can't just be sad myself, I will torture my husband when I am sad, whoever makes me sad, I want everyone to be sad, haha,"

Although he was drunk, he said these words like tongue twisters, and he actually spit out the words very clearly, Chang Sihao could see that he was trying to flatter himself, raised his glass, laughed with him, drank and put the lamp aside, and heard the shouts around him, and his attention was attracted to the past, only to see that the girl singing in the north did not know when to change it early, at this moment on the small stage of the flag, the sound of the three-stringed sword, a few small soldiers are fighting with an old martial artist, those small soldiers are wearing spotted leather armor, similar to a tartar, the old martial artist has a white beard and belly, The clothes are bright, it is the Ming general's dress, for a while, the knives and guns are going back and forth, the sheng is tight and the piano is urgent, and it is good-looking.

Liu Jinwu was surprised and said: "Hey, I just saw that I haven't been here for a few days, this Duhulou has more fun again, and the Beikun team didn't know where to invite it, and its skills are good,"

Chang Sihao asked: "What Beikun,"

Liu Jinwu said: "Oh, this Kun dialect drama is originally a kind of music in the southern Jiangsu area, originally sang some talented and beautiful things, after it came to us, the northerners had a strong temperament, changed some tunes, made up a lot of martial arts, and the style also changed, and it formed 'Beikun',"

Chang Sihao nodded, seeing that he explained, but his eyes did not leave the stage, obviously he liked it very much, at this time there was a fierce battle on the stage, the old student killed the Tartars, stood on the top of the city, and stopped, suddenly the Tartar generals returned with an arrow, hit their chests, and the surrounding soldiers grabbed each other's protection, the old students raised their arms and said: "Good thief," he passed away, the sound of the song turned to mourn, and the soldiers withdrew, Liu Jinwu wondered: "What kind of drama is this, it seems to be a new one, but I haven't seen it,"

Only listen to the piano sheng, the sound of Xiao is getting thinner, the tune is slow and long, very poignant, the old student changed into a snow-white arrow, pale head boots, stumbling feet, on the stage to step three trembling, the horse-head piano sounded, suddenly desolate, the old student looked at the sky, looked at the ground, held the white beard, shook his head like weeping, trembling all over, unspeakably sad, and then Huqin urged, the stage was like a layer of gloomy clouds and miserable fog, suddenly heard the bangzi three rings, shocked his eyes wide, shook his head violently to shake the white beard, paused his feet and lifted his clothes, shuttled back and forth on the stage, as if after thousands of mountains and rivers, after countless twists and turns, after three laps, he braked sharply in the center of the stage, turned twice, bowed his body, and retreated on tiptoeAt the same time, the big sleeves waved, the white beard was drummed around, like a mountain avalanche snow, the face broke the granary, Liu Jinwu was used to watching the play, seeing this old school of wonderful, he couldn't help shouting: "Okay," the audience also applauded, cheering continuously,

The three-string sound disappears, the piano sound starts to tune, the old student swallows the big sleeves, the beard falls, the whole clothes throw arrows and finger the country, and sings: "Zhen Baimei Haojie raised his head, crossed the red sun and jumped over the city, the long knife pointed at the thieves resting, the wolf smoke was thin, the pride was all over the world, the blood warmed the Qingqiu, the thunderbolt was shocking and hateful, the body was cold and chivalrous, the soul of the heroes fell into the turbidity world, dare to welcome the remnant sun and go alone, the westward only lacked Zhuangxing wine, there were only 100,000 blood of the Tartars, who would steam and brew the hook,"

The tune is sad, heroic and up-and-down, the voice is soft and strong, and Chang Sihao is thrilled to hear it, and he said in his heart: "The head of the Prancing Horse City...... He is not Qin Langchuan, "Listen carefully, the ghost of the deceased played by the old student on the stage only made a few figures and then retreated, this scene has already been accepted, Liu Jinwu regretted greatly: "This old student is dressed up with emotion, and his tone and body have put a lot of effort into it, but it's a pity that we took care of talking and only caught a tail,"

Seeing a skirt flower floating by, Chang Sihao hurriedly nodded and asked, "What is this drama singing?"

The waitress smiled and said: "If you return to your master, you will sing the story of Qin Langchuan, an old hero in Shanxi, who repelled my answer," Liu Jinwu said: "This play is more urgent, combined with the things of Yuan miscellaneous operas, the words and sentences are rough, and the muscles and strength are not in line with the old score, but the singing skills and martial arts are really first-class, where was the troupe invited," the waitress smiled and said: "The master is an expert, this is the Liang family class that our host invited from Kunshan, just because it is used to singing Nankun, but the play sung today is a new drama from Beikun, most of it is a little rough, so that you can see the connoisseur laugh,"

Liu Jinwu's eyes were pleasantly surprised: "Kunshan's Liang family class, isn't the head of the class 'Qiu Chiwai History' Liang Bolong," the waitress smiled: "It's Mr. Liang, he was the one who played Qin Langchuan just now," Liu Jinwu was dumbfounded: "No wonder, no wonder, except for him, I don't expect others to have such a good figure, good singing skills, I'm still weird, how can there be such a character in the Beikun team," Chang Sihao waved his hand away and waved the waitress away, and said: "I didn't expect you to be still a fan of drama, is this Liang Bolong very famous," Liu Jinwu said: " That's natural, his name is Liang Chenyu, the word Bolong, but he is a well-known big man, not only has a good voice, but what is even more rare is that he writes lyrics and plays, all of which are first-class, and many plays are written by him, and his talent is not inferior to Tang Zhi Cui Hao, Song Zhi Liu Yong, he is really a great talent,"

At that time, the drama was called "Gaotai", and the people who rubbed the bath and pedicures were in the same stream, and the status was quite low, even worse than Mr. Fortune Teller, Chang Sihao heard him say this, he felt funny, and asked with a smile: "Why don't you go to get a fame in the exam, but write and sing operas,"

Liu Jinwu sighed: " He is also unlucky, originally he was a native of Suzhou Prefecture, the family has been an official for generations, to him, early in Taixue donated a student, planning to take the exam directly in Shuntianfu, originally well prepared, good learning, waited for a year, to a few days before the exam, suddenly the news came from the family that his grandfather died, he was busy packing up and going home, mourning and filial piety, during the period of anger and hard study, and strive to be better than before, three years after the comeback, the result before entering the examination room, the news came again: his father died again, he beat his chest, had to go home again to keep filial piety, so after another three years, he was full of ambition, determined to be admitted, but the old mother of the family because of the death of her husband, these three years of illness and illness, often bedridden, It's really reassuring, the old lady saw him like this, so she said you go, you are not young, and it is not a matter of being delayed and dragged down by the old man, you can rest assured, even if I die this time, I will not send you a letter, Liang Bolong is a big filial son, how can I hear this, I would rather not take the exam, but also wait at home for my mother to get better, the old lady persuaded him not to listen, seeing that the examination date is approaching, and then he can't catch up if he doesn't move, he is so anxious that he will beat and scold him, he still doesn't leave, the old lady really can't do anything, said that she wants to eat carp, and ordered him to buy it, but Liang Bolong bought it back and looked at it, the old lady had hanged herself, and left a book on the table, only writing four words, guess what, ”

Chang Sihao said: "Hurry up and catch the exam,"

Liu Jinwu patted the table and sighed: " Exactly, alas, this old lady is really confused, most of them are the Three Kingdoms drama watched too much, and even the scholar hanged himself, with the idea of a child, but she didn't think about it, in this way, can her son still go to the exam, as a result, Liang Bolong cried for three days, treated the funeral, and kept filial piety for three years, these three years he survived to mourn and ruin, but his ambition did not fall, but he was strong, and came to the exam for the third time, all the way was smooth, and successfully entered the examination roomHe didn't write a word,"

Chang Sihao couldn't laugh or cry when he heard it, and felt that this person was really unlucky to the extreme, and it was surprisingly moldy, as if God was deliberately working against him, compared with him, Cheng Yunfeng's three scientific expedition failures were nothing at all.

Liu Jinwu said: "He studied for ten years, kept filial piety for ten years, passed away in his youth, his parents died, also known as Luosun Mountain, he was middle-aged, he didn't even have a family, and he was sad in his heart, which is conceivable. Three Mountains and Five Mountains Heroes, whether literati or Taoist monks, as long as they are destined for sex, they should be confidants and relatives in general, everyone is together fencing and fun, chanting articles, so lively, and then the family wealth is gradually exhausted, then wandering around to visit friends, footprints all over the north and south of the Yellow River, acquaintance with Qu Sheng Wei Liangfu, this is the apprenticeship of the Kun dialect, a few years to do the best, as soon as the stage performance, caused a sensation in all directions, spread the fame, to perform in various places, are full, but also a late bloomer, but I heard that in recent years he is in the south of the Yangtze River, I didn't expect that Dubaolou could invite him, the fans of the Beijing division are blessed now, ”

Chang Sihao nodded, he was not very interested in the opera itself, but he was very curious about this class master, I don't know why this person admired Qin Langchuan so much, and actually wrote lyrics for him to sing, seeing Liu Jinwu humming the tune just now, chewing on the aftertaste, like drunk, not feeling funny, and said: "Since it is rare to see, let's go backstage to visit how about,"

Liu Jinwu smiled, rubbed his hands and said: "It turns out that you are also interested, I am thinking in my heart, and I dare not say that I am here to accompany you, but I only care about my own happiness, but it seems that you are accompanying me,"

The two came to the backstage, pulled a waiter to ask, said to visit Mr. Liang Bolong, heard the waiter say that the troupe was removing makeup, and waited at the exit of the dressing room, at this time the front desk has changed a group of singers, holding the pipa is singing to themselves, one by one peach buttocks full of seats, slender waist and thin neck, earlobes dripping jade, hairpin seal, there is a good look in the back, the two are watching when they suddenly heard someone around them ask: "May I ask Mr. Liang Bolong is there?"