Daiki (short novel)

Big drama, big joy.

Many years ago, big opera was the exclusive domain of the big families. The heirs are continued, the longevity is in the period, the rain is prayed for, and the talent is reached, and what is promised is often a big drama. The big joy thing, the movement should be big, only the big drama can show the wealth and shine the lintel.

Eat and drink to brighten up your belongings. Ordinary people, the joy of heaven, can't afford to invite a big show. "If you have money to buy guns, you can listen to them if you don't have money", they sang a big opera, and their neighbors acted as propagandists, and every mouth was a meat trumpet, making people's wishes famous and prosperous, and also spreading the message of the big play. The stirred up movement "sounded" all over the ten miles and eight villages. Everyone is waiting for the show to begin.

On such days, it is often a time when villages and villages are idle and lively and lively, such as the Spring Festival, the Lantern Festival, and the temple fair. With the blessing of the big drama, this year's expectations have increased sharply, like a stove room that has not seen meat for a long time, a pot of meat has been cooked, and enough anise, cumin, green onions, ginger, and garlic have been added.

On this day, which village sings, it is the center of Fangyuan. Every house, clean the courtyard, open the door to welcome guests. The old ladies went back to their parents' homes one after another, and the daughters-in-law took their fathers and mothers happily; Aunts, aunts, uncles, grandparents, fathers, grandchildren, relatives, new friends and old friends, everyone has an appointment to go, unexpectedly. Their trajectories, some of which may not overlap for the rest of their lives, are connected around this big drama today. Livelihood, media, economy, and spirituality will intersect in the days to come, and no one knows how many stories will be added to it.

The story on the stage also started after a burst of joyful gongs and drums.

Turnip cabbage, each with its own love. The subject has a hobby, and the drama troupe is different. The surrounding area of the ancient city of Xudu is nothing more than Henan opera, opera, and Yue tune, "Mu Guiying is in charge", "Quanmei Case", "Li Huozi Divorce", "Cabinet Edge", "White Grandma Drunk", "Receiving Jiang Wei", you sing and I will appear. The curtain is closed on three sides, and then a table and two chairs are placed. This time locally, next time in the field, you write Luohe, I invite Xinzheng, some of the troupe singing is right, some of the troupe is fine, most of the people come to see the excitement, and those who really understand the drama are old opera fans.

In front of the stage, from near to far, there are three distinct layers. In front of it is the core audience, the elderly. The backrest chair, the lap chair, the legs and feet are not flexible, they are simply pulled by the juniors, wrapped in a half-bed quilt, and the car is the seat. The old-fashioned old story, although the melon is ripe, the old drama fans are still relish and immersed in it. Heroic and tragic, the world is hot and cold, talented and beautiful, bitter cold and sad, "the words are as light as water three times, and no one gets tired of listening to the play a hundred times", let the singing rhyme be lined with strings, in the softest place in the heart, back and forth, rubbing and erasing. Behind the chair array, there are middle-aged people standing, their minds, a small half is on the stage, a small half is in front of their own old people, and a small half is left, beckoning people inside and outside the courtyard, people come and go. Periphery, under the locust tree, on the gable, there are clusters of young men and girls, laughing and playing, looking at the direction of the stage one by one, seemingly serious, but in fact, their eyes are empty.

The Taoist wall separates the stage and also blocks the sound of the surrounding streets and alleys. The oil film stall is cooking oil on a blazing fire, the sound of "Zla", the rich mellow fragrance wanders along the street, and the children say that they are watching the play, but their hearts are firmly tied here; The little daughter-in-law surrounded the female red shop, needles and threads, and crossed and scribbled; At the edge, there is a cattle market, where the cattle are driven and the pigs are driven, and the transaction is completed while listening to the play.

The most enjoyable thing is the big drama on stage, and some of the drama can be recited for several generations.

Many years ago, a child was lost next to the stage in the village. This family, the top three girls, met this boy at the bottom, with a round face, big eyes, and double eyelids like flowers. Soon after giving birth to him, my father fell ill and died. The family could not afford to study, so he stood outside the window of the private school with Caolan and listened, and after a year, he was literate and recited, surpassing the school children. He is the "baby egg" in the family, a few years after he was lost, his mother cried blindly, and groped every day to come to the village entrance to the mill, shouting dreamily: "Child, come back, my mother promised three days of drama." Eventually, he lay on the grinding pan and took his last breath.

Twenty years later, Er Mizong returned to the boat and was already the owner of more than a dozen boats in Fujian. It turned out that in front of the oil bun stall, there was a strange man who had been watching him for a long time, grabbed a handful of oil buns, and led him to the outside of the village. Over the years, with vague memories and limited financial resources, he couldn't find a home, so he finally decided to settle down, bury his head in earning money, and wait for the opportunity. One day, his business met Xu Du people. In the west of the city, the dragon raises its head, on the second day of February, the temple fair sings a big opera, the oil bun stall, and the stage -

He reburied his father and mother, and on the day of his mother's death, he left a three-day drama next to the grinding plate. Before the play, he walked to the middle of the stage, knelt down, and burst into tears: "Mother, in the future, you will have a play to watch every year, and you will have oil buns to eat every day." ”

Later, the "Cultural Revolution" began, and the drama was interrupted. At the end of the 70s, a group of his children and grandchildren returned, and the trick was renewed, and the date was changed to the day of the village temple fair - these were his last words. Now, on the second day of the second month of the lunar calendar every year, the dragon raises his head, and he is still accompanying his father and mother, sitting on the Luo circle chair, watching the play.

It was also during that period that there was a nickname "Quan'er" in the neighboring village, which caused a storm on the south side of the stage. "Quan'er" is usually neat with hands and feet, but not clean, that day, he took the sheep in the livestock market, and let people catch the current, the guys in their early twenties, were tied up by five flowers, and caught on the stage. Everyone passed around that Huaiwangzhuang's "Quan'er" stole sheep and became "Huaiwangzhuang's all stolen sheep", losing his reputation and implicating the whole village. The stain is difficult to erase, "Quan'er" picked up the train and went to Shanxi, in a coal mine with no acquaintances, and went down to work as a coolie.

More than ten years later, "Quan'er" returned to the village and sat in the brand new Santana. He was very low-key, silently donated money to build the village school, rebuilt the old house, and built his ancestral hall on the original site. Finally, in front of the ancestral hall, the steel frame cement structure set up a spacious stage, promising that in the future, every year for the New Year, there will be a five-day drama.

This five-day drama is unprecedented, and it has shaken the neighbors for several consecutive years. Later, the coal mine gas explosion of "Quan'er" killed more than 30 coolies. He was the owner of the mine and went to prison. Now, his old mansion is there, the ancestral hall is there, and the big stage is also there. The stage sits in the north and faces south, the four corners are full of sundries, and the grain is cold in the middle. Everyone vaguely remembers that when "Quan'er" was booming, before and after, only one request was made, and his name could not be left on the merit tablet on the stage.

Author: Zhong Yang