N-M Chapter 807 Coco
Chapter 807 Coco
Chapter 807 Coco
but--
Uncle Wang felt that tricking reporters into going to the small theater to watch a play was not a fundamental solution.
Jiang Yang suggested that it would be difficult to sing the opera faster, otherwise it would lose its charm.
The new point of the story is——
He smacked it and looked at Jiang Yang.
Jiang Yang was puzzled: "Why are you looking at me?"
Uncle Wang: "You are quite good at writing stories."
Jiang Yang: “This is different.”
"What's the difference?"
Uncle Wang asked him to give it a try.
Many operas are adapted from novels.
"this--"
Jiang Yang thinks it’s good that Peking Opera is a niche genre.
He heard that tickets for some famous actors were still selling well, and the only ones no one listened to were those like Uncle Wang.
and--
What innovation? Innovation.
The Trial of Galileo by Three Judges is quite innovative, and many people on the Internet applauded it, but when it comes to buying tickets, everyone still prefers to choose between movies, games and TV series.
Those who are really willing to buy tickets to the theater are those who like to listen to classic songs.
Jiang Yang thinks opera should protect these people more, and just be content with being a minority, "When no one listens to it anymore, we'll dig a hole and bury it."
"go."
Uncle Wang felt that Jiang Yang was a real bastard and didn't feel bad for selling his father's land. "You give it a try."
He still believes in Jiang Yang very much.
"alright."
Jiang Yang had no choice but to agree.
As for what to copy, he was completely clueless. He thought that if nothing else worked, he could just 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 setting sail. Listen to me tell the legendary story..."
I wonder if Uncle Wang will still dare to innovate when he sees this book.
He started laughing as he thought about it.
Uncle Wang: "What are you laughing at? You look so weird."
"No."
Jiang Yang shook his head: "No."
They got on the subway while they were chatting.
Although there is no holiday on New Year's Eve, many workers still take leave or get favors from their bosses to go home early to reunite with their families, so there are many people pulling suitcases on the subway. Perhaps the taste of the New Year's Eve dinner has appeared in their dreams last night, and the smell of the food is attracting them to go home, making them look excited, eager and expectant.
A young man saw Uncle Wang getting on the bus and hurriedly stood up to offer his seat to him, but Uncle Wang refused: "No, no, you sit here, it's a long way home for you."
The young man persisted a little longer.
Jiang Yang: "This old man's arms and legs are very strong."
The young man then sat down again.
Jiang Yang saw that he was holding the handle of the suitcase tightly and looking at the platform from time to time. His heart had already arrived home before his body.
Jiang Yang and Uncle Wang arrived at the station.
"Happy New Year."
Jiang Yang said to the young man.
The young man was stunned for a moment.
This is so abrupt.
Just like most men receive flowers at their own funerals, the sudden blessing from a stranger in a foreign land was something the young man had never expected in his life, and he could not 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 reacted, Jiang Yang had already helped Mr. Wang out of the car, leaving him with only his back.
happy New Year.
Four words flashed through his mind.
The young man didn't know why, but he had never felt so tongue-tied as he did now, and he didn't say this sentence out loud.
After reversing the car again, Jiang Yang and his friends arrived at Longxugou.
Mr. Wang continued to tempt Jiang Yang: "If you write a good book, I will give you this house."
"here?"
If this had happened in the past, Jiang Yang would have been so happy that his nose would be bubbling.
but now.
"My wife is the devil!"
Jiang Yang was disdainful.
He doesn't care about who he looks down on, so he would take it without hesitation.
Say.
If land weren't so expensive, the living environment here wouldn't be worth mentioning at all.
however--
Jiang Yang quickly changed his mind.
After they put up the couplets, they cleaned the house front and back again under the threat of friendship from Grandpa Wang. Back inside, Jiang Yang looked at the photo on the wall of Grandpa Wang and his wife holding Wang Zheng in his crotchless pants when they were young, and thought that this house was not bad: "It's agreed that you give me the house, and then I'll open a movie emperor exhibition hall."
Just looking at the photo of the actor wearing open-crotch pants, which he has been sharpening his sword for forty but has never been used before, will definitely be enough to make a lot of money for his fans.
"roll!"
Mr. Wang almost vomited blood, "You are really not a human being."
He couldn't even look at the poem.
Uncle Wang took the photos down from the wall one by one and wiped them.
Jiang Yang watched from the side.
"Why?"
Jiang Yang pointed at the frame on the table, which was obviously the photo of Uncle Wang's wife, "Why is Auntie's photo here!"
"Don't you burn incense and offer sacrifices to Auntie during the holidays?!"
"Auntie can't come back to see you guys!!!"
Uncle Wang looked at the excited Jiang Yang strangely: "Xiao Zheng had someone develop a bigger, clearer, better-looking photo, and put it in a particularly good frame."
and so--
This photo was not taken.
"what?"
Jiang Yang: “Is that so?”
Uncle Wang: "Why are you so excited?"
"I'm just afraid that you're a scumbag."
Jiang Yang: "There is a custom in my hometown. On the morning of New Year's Eve or in the afternoon after lunch, we have to go to the graves of our ancestors to burn incense and kowtow, then light a few firecrackers to tell them that it is time to go home for the New Year and invite them home. After returning home, we have to take out the photos of our ancestors and burn incense and kowtow to them on the first day of the New Year."
He thought Uncle Wang didn't care about his wife.
"is it?"
Uncle Wang's family doesn't have this custom.
Jiang Yang: "There is also this custom in Mexico."
this point--
He saw it from Coco.
At that time, he was quite amazed, thinking that despite being separated by an ocean, some customs were surprisingly similar.
"When they celebrate in Mexico, the dead will come back from the other world to reunite with their relatives, but they can only come if their relatives here offer their photos. If the photos are gone or lost, and their relatives forget about them, not only will they not be able to come, but they will also disappear forever over there. How does the line go - "
Jiang Yang thought about it, the guitar skeleton 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, forgetting is."
That's it.
Uncle Wang quietly looked at the photo of his wife, 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, and bowed to the photo.
"Hey, you——"
Jiang Yang was a little reluctant: "Pay double the amount!"
He also bowed: "Auntie, Happy New Year!"
Then--
He suddenly thought of a question: "You said, if a young person dies, will his parents burn incense and bow to his photo during festivals?"
This really stumped Uncle Wang.
and--
There's really no way to ask that.
It's too cruel for those who know.
Uncle Wang felt that this must be very painful for the parents.
At least he put himself in the shoes of a parent and felt very uncomfortable.
Jiang Yang thought: "It would be quite funny if I bowed."
That's quite rude.
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 back.
He didn't know why.
"gone."
Jiang Yang greeted Uncle Wang: "My wife is waiting for me."
"it is good."
Maybe the atmosphere is there.
Uncle Wang pointed to the photo and said, "Old lady, go home for the New Year."
Jiang Yang: "Then do we have to take the photo back? Otherwise, when we get back here, you and your son won't be here..."
Uncle Wang thought so too.
"You're quite thoughtful."
He couldn't help but admire Jiang Yang. For a moment, he didn't know who was the old man who was closest to death.
He picked up the photo and continued to say to it, "Let's go to your son's house to celebrate the New Year. The park next to his community is a centralized fireworks display site, and they will set off a lot of fireworks. Don't you like fireworks the most? Let me show you enough."
As soon as he took the photo away, Jiang Yang put the snacks he had offered as offerings into his bag: "Auntie, I'm not being stingy. These snacks were bought for me by my wife, full of love. It was Lao Wang who didn't bring any offerings. If you have any trouble, go find him!"
then--
Jiang Yang reminded Uncle Wang: "Double it!"
"Hey!"
Uncle Wang was so convinced that there was nothing to say.
(End of this chapter)