Chinese entertainment for engineering students

Chapter 43: Second Aunt Arrives

Wang Xu parked his motorcycle and planned to step forward to ask about the situation. The people who blocked the door were usually specially found. They had happened before. Dongsi Wang Er was somewhat famous, but he had never seen the couple come together.

Both of them also stood up. The man was quite tall, estimated to be about 1.8 meters tall, with a rather handsome appearance and a clean shave. However, the sweat dripping from his forehead on this hot day made him look a little embarrassed.

He was wearing an old military uniform, the color had faded a bit after washing, and there was some mud on the trousers, but the rest of it looked very clean. A pair of Jiefang rubber shoes that look like they have been worn for a long time, but they are still clean.

The woman is not short in stature, about 165, with short ear-length hair, a beautiful face, and delicate eyebrows. She also has a happy smile on her face. Only the slight wrinkles at the corners of her eyes tell her age.

The woman is wearing a floral short-sleeved shirt, a pair of gray trousers underneath, and a pair of simple and elegant floral shoes. She looks like a character who stepped out of a 1970s portrait.

"Who are you two?" Wang Xu walked over and asked.

"We are here to find someone. Does Tang Yun live here? The address she left for me is here." The man spoke politely, speaking Mandarin with a Qinchuan accent, which was a bit difficult to understand.

"Tang Yun? Are you her second aunt? Second uncle?" Wang Xu was surprised. He had almost forgotten these two people. He had said he would come a long time ago, why did it take so long.

"Yes, yes, it's us," the woman nodded hurriedly.

"Then let's go inside first. She's still at work. I'll inform her later and ask her to come over after work. Have you eaten?" Wang Xu greeted the two of them and walked into the small courtyard and took them to where Tang Yun lived. Tang Yun has not been back for many days, and no one has cleaned this small room, which is a bit dusty.

"Tang Yun usually lives here, but the shop has been very busy recently. She hasn't come back and has been watching in the shop, so it's a bit dusty. She usually keeps it clean." Wang Xu found a rag to wipe the table. While explaining.

"Understood, we know that girl. She has been very good at taking care of people since she was a child. Let me clean it up. Men can't do this." The second aunt naturally took the rag from Wang Xu's hand and started to tidy it up. Wang Xu didn't know when the rag would be gone.

This second aunt's Mandarin also has an accent, but surprisingly it is not a Qinchuan accent. Why does it feel like Wu Nong's soft language?

Seeing that the work in hand was gone, Wang Xu pulled up a stool and walked to the small courtyard with his second uncle, handed him a cigarette, and puffed away while chatting.

After carefully inquiring about the itinerary of these two people, Wang Xu finally understood why these two people arrived so late.

Because, these two people actually carried the burden all the way to the imperial capital.

At that time, these two people arrived somewhere in northern Hebei, and the railway was washed away by floods. They either waited for the bridge to be repaired locally, or they got off the train and walked to the next stop, and the ticket price would be refunded to them in full.

The two of them discussed it together and decided that Emperor Li was not far away, so they might as well just walk over and forget about it. These two people originally had the experience of carrying burdens and walking around the streets. They usually sold needles and threads and helped people sew, embroider and make some things.

When we came out, all the guys had everything with them, so we bravely walked and shouted all the way to the imperial capital.

Back and forth, we walked for almost ten days.

Good guy, Wang Xu called him a good guy. These two can really save dozens of dollars and walk hundreds of kilometers.

Okay, there are quite a few people in this era who can travel hundreds of kilometers for just a few dollars. Wang Xu suddenly felt that he had made money too fast recently, and seemed to have forgotten that in this era, when there is no money or lack of money, saving money is the mainstream.

Either that or how someone like Zou Xun who spends money recklessly would be called a rebel. Fortunately, she spent everything she earned, otherwise she would have been criticized miserably.

Wang Xu settled down with his second aunt and his wife, then went back to the shop to notify Tang Yun and asked her to go home at night, and then he rode his big motorcycle to the market.

Speaking of which, having a motorcycle is different. In the past, we had to ride a 20-minute journey, but on a motorcycle, we can get there in five minutes. Now even the bar patrons are familiar with this big motorcycle. When they hear the sound, they know that Dong Si Wang Er has arrived.

Wang Xu already regards going to work as going to work. He comes every night and is more punctual than going to work. Even on his busiest days, he does not slack off at all.

He really enjoys this simple connection between the musician and the listener, not just for the dozens of emotional points.

Today's Monopoly seems to be particularly lively. Deck No. 1 is full of people. I don't know where a big customer came from.

Usually there is some celebration or something like this, otherwise there are only a few men in the booth and a bunch of people.

The four songs, all in English, are the same old tunes. Wang Xu's performance was relaxed and easy, and he played tricks from time to time, which aroused bursts of applause from the audience below.

This kind of gimmick is a high-end method used by bar singers. It originated from jazz, then developed into rock music, and finally formed the so-called soul music.

A lot of soul music doesn't even have a basic score. It's based on a simple melody, using various chords to change and circle gracefully. It has the rhythm of the main melody and a special rhythm every time. changes, resulting in a dreamlike singing.

This kind of soul music is generally very niche. Those who like it will love it very much, and those who hate it will think that they are nothing but showing off their skills. Therefore, there is a saying that soul music has no soul.

This kind of thing is the development of Western music. Chinese music emphasizes lyrics over music. Even many ancient songs have been lost, but the lyrics are the essence and will last forever.

Western music is just the opposite, emphasizing music but not lyrics. A large number of classic music has been circulated, but few classic lyrics have been circulated. The so-called hymns, arias, operas, etc. are more focused on plot than rhetoric, and have become scripts rather than poems.

This makes Chinese music almost crushed and defeated when it comes into contact with the West. Hundreds of years of accumulation and evolution, here relying on country tunes, how can local folk songs resist.

Western poetry, on the other hand, is also in line with the century-old trend, and it also relies on strong ships and cannons. However, Western poetry can only make a little splash.

The so-called modern poetry is just a few days of learning the Western method of expressing one's heart without rhyme or rhythm. After finding that it was not fun, I quickly returned to the pursuit of beauty and rhythm.

Even the so-called strong culture can still not cause any harm to Chinese poetry.

To ordinary people, the flowers played by Wang Xu are just a way of singing that is either provocative, tempting, passionate, or restrained. It is a special interpretation.

But the person sitting in booth No. 1 today is not an ordinary person.

(Requesting for reading, a new author with an engineering background. It is said that pursuing reading is very important for new authors. I beg you gentlemen to pursue reading, collect and recommend)