The Story of Leaping from the Dragon Gate

Of course, more than one family sang dirges on Jisi Street.The peers are rivals, and they are doing technical work, so it is inevitable that they will win or lose every game, and they will always compete for superiority.The shop on the east side, which is also the one served by Song Wei, has a shop name of Chang and a shop name of Daily Record.The one in Xitou is Song Wei's current family, Ma Ji.

In terms of singing skills, Chang Ji is not as good as Ma Ji.The couple's helpers are only at the upper-middle level of their profession, and they can't compare with the other party's masters.Fortunately, Boss Chang has a flexible mind and strong financial resources. He has made great efforts in equipment and supporting facilities, and he has also used the strengths of the paper horse workshop to make the costumes and props beautiful, gorgeous and dazzling, but they are evenly matched.

Ever since he discovered Song Wei's rough jade, Boss Chang was so happy that he would wake up at night with a smile on his face.Chang Ji's gangsters brainstormed, each showed their abilities, and taught each other the repertoire they are good at, the essentials of singing, one by one.Boss Chang also pays great attention to confidentiality work and strictly warns not to leak it out.

Originally, Song Wei agreed to change careers because of two main reasons.First of all, the door-to-door service is required, and he walks the streets and alleys, from the aristocratic family to the ordinary people, all have the opportunity to enter the hall and enter the house, which is a good way to inquire about the news and spy on the dead.Second, and the most important point, when Ban Lang appears on stage, he has to put on makeup, and put on heavy makeup.Fu Fen was smeared with fat, and his face was covered with snow-white thick layer, almost invisible to the original face, which was in line with Song Wei's current requirement of concealing people's eyes and ears.

In fact, he hasn't figured out what to do, but put the cart before the horse and thought of what to do first.This is easy to understand. What he is familiar with and good at is always metaphysical and specific issues.Those metaphysical, overall control, and long-term decisions are too difficult.

Now that he agreed, there is no reason to perfunctory, and besides, he still owes others a favor.Song Wei is born to sing first-rate, with good timbre and wide range, and the most terrible thing is that his voice is naturally full of affection, and it can infect people's hearts when he speaks, which is very deceptive.He learned these things very quickly, drawing inferences from one instance and drawing inferences from another.Although the lyrics are simple but not profound, the meaning is suddenly understood after singing a few times.He has personally experienced the true meaning of what the ancients said, "If you read [-] ancient poems by heart, you can chant without knowing how to compose them."

This job not only makes full use of his strengths, but also is relaxed and flexible, and is in line with his personal interests and hobbies. It can also effectively vent his depression, which is much better than the sixth prince who has no future and no future.Song Wei will be even more satisfied when she takes over the advance payment of two wages from Boss Chang, and her income level has steadily exceeded the average level of the working class.

What a perfect career.If it is possible, it is okay to let him do this for the rest of his life.

Originally, it was a bit funny that Chang Ji and the gang were gearing up to fight, but as Song Wei sang more and more, he really regarded himself as a member of the general who went to battle to kill the enemy, and he was full and busy every day. The meaning of the value of death, and so on first.

Boss Chang officially issued a letter of challenge to Boss Ma, and the two parties agreed to compete in singing on the winter solstice.Song Wei has practiced for more than a month, and everything is ready, all he needs is to make a sound.

On the day of the winter solstice, Jisi Street, headed by the Changma family, is divided into two factions, the East and the West, and all the shops and tenants are out.In addition, residents from nearby neighborhoods came to watch, and the narrow street was crowded.

Since the boss of Ma Ji did not do intelligence work, he did not know that Chang Jixin had recruited a powerful leader, so he still evaluated his opponent with old eyes, thinking that it was just another bunch of useless superficial stunts, just to embarrass him and bring shame on himself.Seeing that the opponent asked his side to sing first, he didn't care, and ordered the master to play.

The master is indeed capable, after a song, the audience sighed and praised, and many women's eyes were red.The master was so proud that he stood on the stage with a look of contempt, waiting for his opponent to perform.

Song Wei was surrounded by his own troops, and after taking the stage, he stopped to straighten his clothes before moving forward.He didn't look at the audience at all, his eyes fell directly to the horizon, fixed on the spot as if his soul had left his body.

Although all the singers on stage wear heavy makeup, the foundation determines the effect of makeup to a large extent.Song Wei's skin is fine and fair, and the powder blends into one body, not like that master of the Ma family, even several thick layers can't cover the black and blue beard stubble.His facial features are exquisite, no matter how exaggerated the painting, his face is still correct and beautiful.In addition, during this period of time, I lost a lot of weight, and my figure became more and more slender. Between walking and stopping, I really fluttered and became feathered, and I was too weak to wear clothes.

When he opened his mouth and began to sing, the singing voice was ethereal and desolate, sorrowful and mournful, straight to the hearts of the people.However, there was no expression on his face, his empty and blank eyes swept across the crowd inadvertently, everyone who looked at him couldn't help but feel stagnant, and then heard the birth and death parting from the singing, and heard their own sorrow and joy. sad.

Everyone was intoxicated, crying without knowing it.The person singing on the stage is like a refined fairy, but also like a seductive ghost, seducing the soul of the listener.

The masters of the Ma family are not bad at singing, nor are they ugly.However, compared to Song Wei, he is neither a fairy nor a ghost, at most he can be regarded as a half-human monster.

If Song Wei didn't make a sound, he became a blockbuster, and immediately became the number one man on Jisi Street.Boss Chang won a big victory, proud of himself, and won the lottery of [-] yuan, and gave one-tenth of it to the hero Ma Liang.

From then on, most of the business of singing dirges on Jisi Street went to the Chang family.Together with Boss Chang's paper horse business, and even the funeral business on the entire East Street has improved a lot.Song Wei followed Chang Ji's elegiac team to visit the homes of the masters, because he sang really well, and every time he sang sincerely, beautifully and touchingly, his reputation became increasingly loud and loud.Many wealthy families would specially designate that Mr. Ma Liang personally lead the singing of the elegy when they held funerals.

If you are famous, the money will increase, and the style will naturally increase.Sometimes the schedule conflicts, and whoever has more money and wealth will sing at that family.Sometimes there are several performances in succession, and each family can only sing part of it selectively, or on the day of mourning for relatives and friends, or the day of funeral and funeral, and take turns to match it.

It's not that there are frequent deaths in the capital, but that funerals are complicated and cumbersome in this era.For mourning families to hold funerals, if only the groom is required to be present, it will take three to five days at the least.

Song Wei was so busy that she couldn't wait to find a manager for herself.After singing this house and that house, and during the work breaks when there is a continuous stream of funerals for people, I can't help but think about business.I was hesitant at first, and the more I procrastinated, the more courageous I became.Sometimes I look up at the sky, overlooking the towers, and feel that I stay in the same city with the people I miss, and the people who miss me, and if I keep going like this, there is nothing wrong with missing each other and seeing each other but not meeting each other.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and I don't feel the end of the year.Most of the shops on Jisi Street are located here. During the Chinese New Year, there are still lanterns and festoons, fireworks and firecrackers, making it a joyous occasion.It's just that against the backdrop of the shrouds and coffins in the store, and the paper money and horses outside the doors and windows, it's weird.Song Wei has no home locally, and the boss cherishes talents, so he vacated a room for him to live in next to the store's warehouse.By the time of this New Year's Eve, it will save a night watchman, which is the best of both worlds.

On New Year's Eve, Song Wei had a drink with her boss and colleagues, and was dragged away by the coffin shop owner next door to have a drink.Can sing, can drink, has a sweet mouth, and is handsome. After the former master fell down, he completely integrated into the crowd.Not to mention the popularity.On the eve of the Chinese New Year, the managers of at least three shops had paid close attention to Mr. Ma Liang's personal problems either explicitly or secretly.

After drinking until early in the morning, he staggered back to his own residence with a bit of alcohol, and fell asleep.

"Crack! Crack! Boss Chang, open the door! Open the door!"

Song Wei fell into a deep sleep, and she didn't know how long she had been filming outside before she woke up in a daze and realized that someone was knocking on her plank.

On the first day of the first lunar month, it was about to dawn, and even the most dedicated age-keepers were also dozing off, and the streets were silent and dark.There was a hasty knock on the door at this time in Jisi Street. Anyone with a bit of experience knew that there were more dangers than fortunes.I'm afraid that some old man will not be able to survive the New Year's Eve.

Song Wei's heart skipped a beat, and she jumped up from the bed.Gather your mind, pat your face a few times, turn on the lamp, and open a crack in the door.

"What's the matter with the guest?"

"The old lady of my house is going to the gods, please talk to Boss Chang. I have already made an appointment with Boss Chang earlier."

Song Wei peeked at the two people outside the door, the clothes were of good quality, and the posture was good, followed by the boy leading the horse.

Boss Chang is quite good at doing business. As his popularity continues to increase, his business gradually expands. He cooperates with several well-connected shops on East Street to provide people with one-stop services.From customizing coffin shrouds, to providing paper horses, and even contacting Mr. Feng Shui to calculate the time to visit the tomb, they can get involved, which is equivalent to opening a professional comprehensive funeral service company.He attaches great importance to developing high-end customers, but in just over a month, the record of the highest level of customers has risen from the fifth-rank servant to the third-rank Shangshu.

Song Wei fell asleep for less than two hours, and she didn't wake up from the wine, so she forced herself to get up, and now she was a little dazed again.But the attitude is still friendly: "Dare to ask the family is..."

You can't choose the time to have a child or die.After doing this job, I can't complain.

"It's Cheng Guogong Yuwen's mansion, the old lady has gone."

"Guest wait a moment, the boss lives in the backyard, I'll call." Song Wei turned around and walked back, rubbing her head while walking.Walking halfway, I suddenly turned around, "The guest said just now...which house is it from?"

On such a day and at such an hour, it is not an exception for the guys to be confused.On the first day of the first lunar month, people will come to the door. Even if the business is in this line of business, it will have to add an extra hard-earned money.The steward was not impatient, and said clearly again: "Master Cheng Yuwen's residence."

Song Wei thought, it turned out that it was Dugu Ying and Dugu Ling's grandmother who died.

Boss Chang was woken up, heard who was coming, and ran out with Song Wei while muttering: "Ah, this old lady Yuwen has been dragging her back for a while, and she thought she could survive until the beginning of spring. Fortunately, their house There were preparations early in the morning, and the birthday materials and shrouds were all ready-made, but some small pieces were temporarily arranged. A life of seventy is rare in ancient times, and Mrs. Yuwen has already lived to seventy, so it should be a happy funeral. , I’m afraid it will be a big deal. Mrs. Yuwen is the emperor’s first-rank order, this funeral is done, tsk tsk..."

As he was about to enter the front hall of the store, his expression immediately restrained, showing a solemn and mournful expression, and respectfully greeted the two stewards of Yuwen Mansion, please sit down in the side hall and discuss.

Song Wei acted as a temporary clerk and brought refreshments.He staggered back to his room, thinking that he would not be able to fall asleep, but he fell down on the quilt, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

In the dream, I was drinking first.

Chinese New Year, drinking.

Drink with the coffin shop owner.Drink with the owner of the paper horse shop.Drink with the guards of the Hou's Mansion, drink with the guys in the Persian restaurant, and drink with the fox friends in Fanfang.Later, it became drinking with Dugu.

Drinking here and there, no matter who you drink with, you will always end up drinking with Dugu.

Sometimes in Beijing, sometimes in Xidu, sometimes in Jiaozhi.Down the mountain, on a boat, in the forest, on the way, restaurants, palaces... various places where I can't tell whether I have been or have not been.

All kinds of wine are available.Red, white, yellow, thick, light, fragrant, local, foreign, home-brewed, and even random Bordeaux and whiskey.In the dream, they didn't think it was wrong. The two of them bumped back and forth with all kinds of cups, bowls, and jars. After drinking so much, the bottomless containers were turned upside down on the table, forming a hill like a pagoda.

When you have had enough, you sing.

The Persian ditty Uyghur ditty Middle-earth classic Western folk songs.He sang, and the people on the other side listened quietly, drinking one cup after another.

Singing and singing, somehow, it turned into the most sung and most familiar dirge recently.

Song Wei saw that she was wearing unsewed pieces of burlap, even patched, a burlap hat on her head, and ropes of different thicknesses tied around her neck and waist. She opened her mouth and closed her eyes endlessly. sang dirge.

I thought to myself, there is no way for a man to wear mourning for others, no matter how much money he has, he will not do it.Look at the sackcloth, I recognize it, isn't this the standard that parents only wear when they are dead?Why am I wearing this? It's crazy.Leng Buding raised his eyes and saw the mighty funeral procession following behind him, a shrill and sharp voice shouted: "The Emperor Dragon Yu Bintian—"

He sat up suddenly, clutching his chest, sweating all over his head, and couldn't fall asleep anymore.

In the afternoon, Boss Chang came to look for Song Wei: "Ma Liang, they all have families, it's really hard to call someone on the first day of the new year... Yuwen Mansion's guests start from the fifth day, these two days are just family sacrifices, there is no There are so many details, but there is no lack of funeral rites. The mourning hall can be completed before the time is up, and the first night tonight can only be hard on you."

Song Wei didn't answer right away.

Boss Chang hurriedly said: "Don't worry, I won't treat you badly later."

Song Wei raised her head.Eyes hidden behind bangs, unable to see any emotions: "Okay."

The author has something to say: Well, please continue to refer to "The Biography of Li Wa".