Tiger Wind Tiger Rhyme Qilu Xing/Tiger Head Qin

Tiger head piano

Text/Sun Changguo

One

Geng Changfu was carried home from the construction site of the Xueye Reservoir.

In order to catch up with the progress, to drive piles under the reservoir, Changfu and a few young people in the village signed up to join the commando team, counting nine cold days, smashing the ice ballast and going down barefoot. Half an hour a shift, the two shifts did not finish, Changfu felt that his legs did not listen to the call, the workers carried him to the shed, rested for two days, saw two knees swollen like a big bun, the work could not be done, the commune sent someone to send him back.

I thought it was frozen, the spring was warm and good, survived a cold winter, Changfu's legs did not show any signs of swelling, two knees also began to blacken, the painkillers provided by the barefoot doctor in the village did not work, every day it was like a knife, a good afterlife looked at it and collapsed on the bed.

There are old women with small feet on the top, four children waiting for milk underneath, and a home collapses in an instant. Watching the daughter-in-law busy serving the family alone, but she couldn't help anything, Changfu hated to smoke his ear scraper, and his temper became grumpy day by day.

When the wheat was yellow, there was a sudden "movement", and the villages were required to sing "model plays", using the most familiar Laiwu zi. The mud-legged people who have been shaving food in the soil all their lives have made it difficult, and they didn't say that they could sing before, and they rarely listened to it, but fortunately, they understood the difficulties of each village from the upper part, so they sent teachers from each village in the big troupe to sing and do beating, and the gongs and drummers taught them little by little.

Those who wanted to learn to take a break from work rehearsed in front of the broken temple platform in front of Changfu's house, listening to their babbling and babbling every day, Changfu's heart was also itching, but he couldn't move himself, so he lay on the windowsill every day to listen to them learn.

This saw the wheat into the warehouse, the zizi drama also learned a seven pull eight pull, the courage of the cropper is also big, smeared and smeared actually set up the stage of the play, "Suitable talent, listen to the commander to speak..." The singing, one move and one style can also be regarded as similar. It was at the beginning of the first few scenes, there were teachers of the troupe holding the huqin, unable to hear one, two or three, until the teachers left, the huqin could not get stuck in the groove, the strings were not right, the singing of the good lyrics instantly also had no statutes, watching the day of the above review is getting closer every day, so angry that the village chief scolded the woman on the stage.

The children came back and scolded the village chief of Changfu, Changfu felt funny, and quite anxious, he sat on the edge of the kang and listened to this month, fast and slow zizi, light talent, tight stacks, top curtains, back and forth those tones are printed in the ears, how the teacher will teach by hand to learn it.

Just when the backyard erzhu zi came to him to pull the croak, and talked about the village chief scolding the mother, ChangFu said timidly: "Or you carry me over and I will try...", the second stunned zi was really stunned: "Chang Fu, this leg and foot is not good, the brain is also broken, that thing is a person can pull, want the teacher to teach what to do, you can really do ...", after all, the next day, the whole village knows that Chang Fu is sick and talks nonsense.

No one took Changfu's words seriously, and they even thought that his words were more ridiculous than the village chief's jumping feet and scolding the mother. After two days, the village chief came to the door: "Little Grandpa, can you really play the huqin"? Looking at the village chief who was two generations younger than himself, Changfu did not dare to say a big word: "All day the gate does not go out of the second door, Huqin until now I don't know what it looks like, but I sit on this kangtou and listen, but I think there is no big coincidence, do not hide from you, I listen to the huqin, my legs do not feel pain, I can try." "Okay, little grandpa, I believe you, I'll go back and get the huqin, and you'll pull me to listen..."

The next day, the people watching the play successively surrounded most of the stage, the gongs and drums were knocked out, the water ruts turned away, and a melodious huqin sound calmed the field. They were surprised to find that the huqin was clearly a changfu who had not been out of the house for more than a year and was paralyzed on the kang.

Two

At the beginning, because he stayed on the kang for so many years, when he reached the stage, Changfu couldn't sit still at all, and he performed three or five performances a day, he was kneeling on the side stage to pull, and at the end of any day, he was sweating and soaking. What Changfu was relieved was that it seemed as if that Huqin was an old friend who had not been seen for many years, and it was not strange to hold it in his hand, and the melody and rhyme seemed to flow out of the blood.

In the blink of an eye, more than half a year has passed. Because of Changfu's huqin, the small troupe in their village became famous for a while.

The village also recognized his efforts, and gave him ten divisions of labor and ten divisions of labor every day, which was the value of the whole labor, and whenever he thought of this, thinking of the few mouths at home that ate and the daughter-in-law who worked hard, The Huqin of Changfu was even more flavorful.

At the end of the year, the son-in-law of Changfu's sister,000, the barefoot doctor in the village, Dachun, brought back a piece of good news, and he found out that there was a place in ZhouCun that could cure his leg.

But looking at the old and small in this room, Changfu just smiled bitterly. Da Chun saw Chang Fu's helplessness and said, "Uncle, you can rest assured, I will go with you to see it when it is spring, I can't see it well, we won't come back..." The fate between people is like this, a warm-hearted niece and son-in-law, pushing Changfu with a wheelbarrow, hundreds of miles away, turning around for more than half a year, and even removed the root of this damn leg disease.

Therefore, the legend of Changfu during that time became more and more divine, some people said that the teacher of the troupe opened a small stove for him at night when teaching the huqin; some people said that he would play the huqin when he was born from the womb; some people said that he could not walk on his legs, he was protected by nerves, and gave this hand to play the huqin... For a time, more people from ten miles and eight townships came to listen to the huqin than watched the play. Changfu has become the hardest horn on this dirt opera stage.

The "movement" is still in full swing, and the model plays are sung year after year. Hearing about the role of the eye, Changfu found that several dolls that gradually grew up in the family seemed to have a special interest in zizi plays. Since the leg beating is good, he does not need to be supported every day, he seems to have the confidence, and when it comes to singing, he also likes to bring the children up to join in the fun. Gradually, he found that the eldest Huqin had been played on par with him, and the little boy sang a crisp sound; the eldest girl could run the dragon set when she was in the scene, and the second girl also became the protagonist in "Mu Guiying Hanging Commander"; the youngest two dolls also learned what it was like...

Changfu is to see the joy in the eyes in the heart, the children grow up day by day, the days are getting better day by day, it is really a bit of a bitter feeling.

During the autumn harvest, Changfu touched the root of a toon tree on the mountain, soaked in the ditch at the head of the village for half a year, came back to smoke and roasted, and hung under the eaves for half a year. When the harvest was autumn, leisure was leisure, and the roots of the tree were also dried thoroughly, Changfu took it down, took a broken sickle and hollowed it out little by little, and then the ponytail, rosin, cotton thread, and bamboo were pounded for most of the month, and it was formed, and the children knew that he had made a huqin.

This has always been a wish of his, after playing the huqin for several years, none of them belonged to him, and besides, the huqins he bought always felt that there was no place to deal with.

When it came time to open the gong and sing the opera again, people found that Changfu's eldest son had already sat side by side with him to play the strings, holding in his hand the Huqin that Changfu had used, and Changfu himself was holding a Huqin that looked a little rustic and a little awkward and rough, but the charm of pulling it out was better.

Later, the boss asked him: "Daddy, what kind of huqin are you?" Changfu smiled, "I look like a tiger, or I'll call it a tiger head qin"!

Three

From the beginning of Zhang Luo's marriage to the eldest daughter-in-law, Changfu's "tiger head qin" was hung on the wall.

In the year of Chairman Mao's death, the boss who had been a soldier in Guangxi for five years was demobilized and returned home, and went to the village primary school as a substitute teacher. At the end of the year, the village will not allow the singing of "model plays", saying that it is to concentrate on production, and Changfu does not understand that there is any conflict between production and singing. However, during the New Year, the huqin was taken down and polished, and a layer of pine oil was added.

In the spring of the new year, the grandfather and grandfather began to lead a group of younger brothers and sisters to take care of the adobe, the homestead had long been approved, they had to take advantage of the arrival of the fish and water to prepare the adobe, build a house for the boss, the boss is going to marry a daughter-in-law. At the thought that he was about to hold his grandson, the joy in Changfu's heart was no less than that of his son who wanted to marry his daughter-in-law.

This year has been hard work, but also happy and joyful. After the tea and dinner, the interest will come to Changfu will take off the tiger head piano, and the children in the courtyard to play a song, everyone picks up the hand to come to a section, the neighbors hear it and are willing to go here, those who understand and do not understand are all lively, and by the way, there is a little envy and jealousy.

The days are also unhurried in this song and harmony. In this unhurried and unhurried, Changfu built five sets of houses with a single house, and a full set of round houses and dowries sent away two girls who came out of the cabinet; in this unhurried and unhurried way, Changfu harvested three grandchildren, two granddaughters, and granddaughters of the third generation; this was not hurried, Changfu also went from being rich and powerful to the year of the flower armor; this was not hurried, and the tiger head piano on the wall was also covered with a thick layer of dust like this unhurried years.

Sometimes, after eating, Changfu and his wife and children look at each other in a daze. Looking up at the tiger head piano on the wall, he always came back with a sentence: "This old man, I don't know if I can still pull out a sound"?

It's time for the sixty-sixth birthday of Changfu. Ordinary days, that is, the New Year, people have not been so neat, looking at a room of more than twenty people, Changfu's face full of folds is happy to blossom.

After three rounds of wine, five flavors of dishes, forgetting who proposed it, Changfu really took the tiger head organ from the wall, and pulled it up, and the boss who had already passed the age of confusion picked up a spatula and cooperated with the old father to open the door, and the second old man with a small face who drank red also opened his voice: "Through the forest sea, across the snowfield, the air rushes to the han...", followed by your voice and a small section of me, and everyone tried their best to hold the singing voice they had ever been the best. The days seem to be back on the stage of the earth opera, back to the midsummer night when the family finished their work, and back to the carefree moment when daddy went to work and cooked.

Chang Fu's heart was drunk, maybe it was wine, maybe it was the sound of this huqin. He knew that although his huqin was covered in dust, the children came back to wipe it and it was open!

Every year on birthdays, the family gets together to sing and play, which lasts for many years.

Four

Shortly after the eightieth birthday, an old man came to the door: "Little master, now the country has let us engage in cultural heritage again, let's count this Laiwu Zizi, the neighbor zhuang has sung this year, yesterday I went to see, directly do not look, let's also sing, give them a sample"! Changfu smiled: "How old are you, you are also sixty years old, can you still afford to wear that python, I am eighty years old, Hu Qin can't move." "Forget it, the day before your birthday didn't you pull a bag of strength", "Okay, you Zhang Luo, people get together, I will go to play the huqin"...

Just out of the first month, there was a news in the village that the old guys of the old troupe were going to sing on stage again.

Still that dirt opera stage, or the old guys, that must be seen, no one will think that on the day of the real performance, there will be more people coming than when they sang the model play.

The water brand is still written in chalk: "Mu Guiying hangs the marshal", "Zhao Gongming goes down the mountain", "Hit the golden branch", "The Case of Gongmei"... Changfu went on the stage holding the tiger head piano again, and there was an uproar on the stage: "Ah, still the one who pulled the strings back then, so old, looking still so spiritual, today can be counted as coming", listening to their words, Changfu also muttered: "Oh, or the gang that watched the drama in those days, I picked a lifetime of problems, and I don't know if I can pick it this time"...

That performance plan to sing for a day, stunned was forced to sing for three days, the light "jiaguan" tobacco and alcohol under the stage piled up a full car, after several days, Changfu and his old guys are still not finished: singing Mu Guiying painted a few layers of powder can not cover the wrinkles on the face, to give Zhou Yu filial piety zhuge Liang on the stage kneeling down is sitting and crying again, down the mountain Zhao Gongming let the tiger stumble a toe. They know that it doesn't matter if the performance is good or not, the key is that the scene is still there, just like the tiger head piano in Changfu's arms, no matter how many years it is played, it is still that sound.

After another two or three years, when the children reunite, they no longer mention the huqin. First, the old man could not pull, and second, the old partner and the old man who played the huqin with the old man all walked ahead of him. More often, children no longer mention the huqin, and even the topic of Laiwu Zizi is not mentioned.

Changfu is also getting old day by day, and perhaps, he really can't pull that tiger head organ.

On August 15th, it rained one day and one night, and after eating a reunion dinner, Changfu rarely asked the children to give him the tiger head organ, wipe away the dust, and set up the bow string, but never pulled out again.

The next day, when the children were delivering food, Changfu was already holding the tiger head organ. The sister-in-law of the neighbor said that last night, it was as if she heard Laiwu Zizi passing through the door and pulled it all night.

About the author: Sun Changguo, pen name Damu, post-80s. A native of Laiwu District, Jinan City, he now lives in Boshan District, Zibo City. He is the third vice chairman of the Boshan Writers Association and a member of the Zibo Writers Association. More than 100,000 words of prose and poetry works have been published in newspapers, magazines and online platforms at all levels, the anti-epidemic poem "Seven Laws of Quiet Night Thinking" is collected by Zibo City Library, and the essay collection "Twelve Essays" (the fifth series) is published by Huanghai Digital Publishing House.

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