Rebirth in 1998 is also a kind of life

Song Wenxuan, who was dressed in a navy blue suit, opened the car door dizzily, looked back at the driver in the red Santana wedding car, and felt that there was no more hateful person in the world than the one in front of him.

nnd, this is a wedding ceremony, not a racing car!

In the plain area, such a straight national road can drive you to motion sickness, dare you believe it! ?

Looking at the big square head next to him, who didn't want to lose the battle, Song Wenxuan quickly stretched his weak legs, and stood in front of Yang Zhu with his head held high.

And Yang Zhu looked at the locked door in front of him, took a deep breath, waved his hands, Zhang Mengping, who looked excited, performed his best man's responsibility, and shouted: "Bride, open the door quickly, groom!" The officer is here to pick you up!"

Song Wenxuan at the side heard the almost broken voice of the male duck, and covered his ears with some disgust, but he was responsible, and he didn't care about his image, so he shouted desperately: "Bride, open the door, the groom is here!" Already!"

After shouting this several times, the door quietly opened a crack, and Sima Peng stuck his head out from the crack, looking warily at the three people in front of him and the helper next to him: "If you want to It's not that easy to get in, you have to pass me first!"

Looking at the shadows of the fellow villagers helping Sima Peng behind him, Zhang Mengping laughed, and quickly took out the prepared red envelope from his pocket and stuffed it in: "Brother-in-law, please let us in quickly, the groom can't wait Already!"

Sima Peng pinched the thickness of the red envelope, surprised at his brother-in-law's generosity, but said with a straight face: "No!"

Seeing this, Song Wenxuan coquettishly wiped his hair, and handed over another red envelope: "Brother, it's convenient, the sun is already high, don't delay the auspicious time."

Different from the southern regions, weddings in the north are generally held at noon.

Sima Peng took the red envelope, which was twice as thick as before, and felt that his calf was a little weak; but he still kept a straight face: "No! If you don't show your hands, you can't even enter the door!"

There are all kinds of strangeness in the wedding ceremony in various places, but without exception, they all want to make the bridegroom make a fool of himself;

Generally speaking, if the groom is sensible, after handing over the red envelopes, he would ask the gatekeeper what questions he wants to ask. As for whether he needs to take off his underwear, he will beat the gongs and drums and shout "I xx Dasha finally married a wife today" and other silly words like running around the village, it depends on people's mood.

But how could Zhang Mengping, who had seen countless tricks of groom officials in southern Yunnan, embarrass his buddies so much?

Anyway, the red envelopes are already stuffed, the door can be entered if it is allowed, and if it is not allowed to enter, it must be entered. Now, taking advantage of Sima Peng's group not paying attention, he bumped the door halfway open with a shoulder, and waited for Sima Peng and others to react. At that time, most of Zhang Mengping's body was already stuck in the crack of the door.

Feeling the huge force coming from the door, Zhang Mengping, whose neck was flushed, turned around and shouted: "Song Wenxuan, what are you still in a daze for? Hurry up and help!"

what?

Song Wenxuan, who had never experienced this kind of scene, was stunned for a moment, and then rushed over in a panic. After trying the strength on the opposite side of the door, he no longer dared to maintain his image, and stuck in the crack of the door with all his strength, saying Nothing can make the other side close the door.

Seeing this, Yang Zhu smiled, and then greeted him, and the crowd behind him who were laughing and watching the fun swarmed up, relying on the strength of the crowd, he pushed the door open in a short time.

Looking at Sima Peng who was sitting on the ground panting heavily, Yang Zhu strode past triumphantly, without any pity for this little brother-in-law... How dare you show yourself to the wedding party?A complete rookie!

Just as Yang Zhu and his group walked into the yard, the curtain of the inner hall was lifted, and Lu Feifei stood up with her arms akimbo: "Brother, if you want to pick up your sister-in-law, you have to pass my test!"

Facing the little princess guarding the door of the inner hall, no matter whether they knew the real identity of Xiao Dou Sprout, everyone dared not take an inch, and could only listen to the questions honestly - of course, before the question was asked, this girl did not know anything about it. Unceremoniously accepted two big red envelopes.

"Hey, Feifei, we're in the same group, you may not be able to make things difficult for your brother and me!" Yang Zhu begged for mercy with a bitter face.

"That's natural, don't worry, I won't let you dance the hula wrapped in toilet paper!" Lu Feifei curled her lips, her face full of regret.

Seeing this, Yang Zhu's forehead turned black;

Hula dancing in toilet paper?

Co-author, you really want to make me look ugly, don't you?

Cough, cough, Lu Feifei waved his hand, and Sima Peng and others, who looked downcast, filed into the inner hall, and after a while, they moved out piles of things: "It's very easy to enter the inner room, brother, show your talent, as long as everyone If you are satisfied, you pass the test."

Looking at the piles of things, Yang Zhu couldn't help but twitch his eyebrows.

What are these things! ?

A snare drum with a big mouth broken, a pot lid with a shovel on it, balloons obviously woven into clothes, and a grass skirt made of brooms...

The only thing that is relatively normal is the waist drum, but the jacket and fake beard placed under it clearly told Yang Zhu that if he chooses this thing, he has to change into this suit to wear a "crazy old man with sheep epilepsy" Crazy Waist Drum Opera";

And Xiaodou Sprout, who showed up the dv and smiled gloatingly in front of his eyes, would obviously record this scene in its entirety, and then use this embarrassing incident to endlessly "blackmail" himself.

After thinking for a long time like a toothache, Yang Zhu dismissed the dozen or so sets of props, and finally pointed to one of them: "I choose this."

Lu Feifei looked at the direction of Yang Zhu's finger in surprise.

It was a guqin, one of the few props prepared by Wan Qingyi. Originally, Lu Feifei was very opposed to the appearance of such a serious musical instrument in the difficult part, but helplessly, that woman was also a member of the bridesmaids. In the link of brainstorming and teamwork, she is not good at forcing Wan Qingyi to withdraw her mind.

However, she claims to know Yang Zhu very well. This brother is usually a fool, and his aesthetics are extremely bad. She didn't have much objection - Guqin is very difficult to learn, and if you want to practice it well, it's the most difficult musical instrument; she didn't believe that Yang Zhu would choose this thing;

After all, the other props just made Yang Zhu embarrassed, but if he really chose the Guqin, it would be tantamount to making him embarrassed. With Yang Zhu's pride in his bones, this is more uncomfortable than killing him.

Looking at Lu Feifei's unbelievable eyes, Yang Zhu smiled. As soon as he saw this guqin, he knew who wrote the title, and this could be regarded as a little secret between Wan Qingyi and Wan Qingyi during the soda factory period .

Walking up to the guqin and lightly trying the sound, Yang Zhu looked at the steel strings and smiled wryly...Wan Nuxia is really planning to make a fool of herself.

Different from ancient times, in addition to silk strings, today's Guqin also has steel strings-although the steel strings are harder, the tone is more delicate and soft, and it also has a special charm when played.

It's just... this kind of steel string has higher requirements for the material of the guqin, and it is more suitable for women to play;

After all, because the rhyme comes from the heart, and because of the difference in temperament and understanding of things, men are actually more suitable for silk strings with stronger tension.

Gee...

Forget it, make a fool of yourself!

In his previous life, Yang Zhu, who had practiced the guqin for several years because of the need to balance his mind, adjusted the tightness of the strings slightly unfamiliarly. He hadn't touched this thing since he was reborn, and he didn't know if he could still play it.

After calmly concentrating for a while, after vaguely passing the fingering of a certain gentleman on station B in the future, Yang Zhu opened his eyes, hung his left hand in the air and pressed, his right hand flicked the horn string lightly, and his left hand instantly touch, let go...

"Comprehensive~comprehensive~comprehensive~"

A few voices came out, and Lu Feifei and others were taken aback.

On the one hand, Little Bean Sprout never expected that Yang Zhu would really know how to play the guqin. Although the orderly descending voices were not complicated, the rhythm and sense of weight in the middle were definitely not something a layman could play.

On the other hand, Lu Feifei was amazed that Yang Zhu would play such an obviously not very pleasant tune on such a happy day-although there are many tunes in the world that suppress first and then rise, but the Guqin pays attention to stability. Rhyme, the first few sounds determine that even if there is a turning point in this song, it will never be too loud.

Sure enough, after a brief pause, Yang Zhu lowered his voice, and with his hands touching the strings like carbon, a melodious and resentful tune easily entered the hearts of everyone.

At first glance, it seems like a young girl is whispering about all kinds of attachments to her lover. The uncomplicated melody change can make people involuntarily produce a ray of sweetness.

However, Yang Zhu's rhythm is quite different. The steel strings are tuned extremely tightly, and under the light touch of the left hand, the whole process of overtones; coupled with Yang Zhu's obviously slowed down rhythm and the blank tone in the middle, It actually gives people a sense of emptiness like a hermit in the mountains.

Nostalgic, lonely, lonely, but with a sense of relief...

In the room, Wan Qingyi heard the song, savoring its charm in a daze, an indescribable feeling in his heart.

"Zong, Zong, Zong"

As Yang Zhu plucked out the last few notes with infinite nostalgia, the yard fell silent.

After listening to the song, everyone stood there blankly as if they were lost.

The little girl in the room tightly grabbed Wan Qingyi's arm: "Sister Qingyi, what kind of song is this?

Wan Qingyi, whose eyes were a little red, shook his head: "I don't know either."

This is true. Although the tune of this song is not complicated, it can easily penetrate into people's hearts, and then quietly dizzy out a kind of inseparable lingering and sorrow.

Under this effect, not to mention those women, even Zhang Mengping, a rough man, was a little stunned when he heard it. After a moment of silence, he asked, "Yang Zhu, what song is this?"

Yang Zhu sighed: "A love that travels through time and space - an episode of the island country anime Inuyasha."

Well, that's right, this song that makes people cry unconsciously is "Love Through Time and Space", but what Yang Zhu restored at this moment is the guqin of the female gentleman named "Mr. Nanyi" on station b in later generations Not to mention the music score and technique, the charm of this ancient musical instrument is vividly displayed, and the charm in it is also very different from the original song. The guqin music is more open-minded and free and easy, and it is no exaggeration to say that it has a bit of Zen sound. (Wall Crack recommends everyone to listen to this adapted guqin piece. Remember, it must be accompanied by Mr. Nan Yi's playing screen, otherwise the effect will be discounted.)

Lu Feifei wiped away her tears, then looked at Yang Zhu suspiciously: "I also like to watch anime on weekdays, why don't I remember that Inuyasha has such an episode?"

Yang Zhu shrugged: "I watched the latest drama of the island country over the wall, and you will be able to hear this song in China soon."

Lu Feifei snorted, knowing that it was not the time to discuss this topic, she moved her body away with displeasure: "Forget you pass, go in, groom officer!"

Yang Zhu quickly pulled away from the emotions in the song, smiled, and walked into the inner room with the groomsmen.

………………

Walking into the inner hall, seeing the locked door, Yang Zhu knocked on it himself: "Girl, open the door quickly, I'm here to pick you up, your man!"

The little girl in the room let out a dumbfounded oh, and was about to get up, but was pushed down.

Wan Qingyi poked her on the forehead angrily: "My silly sister, how can there be a bride like you who has no restraint at all!"

The little girl had a bitter face, and said obediently again, and then looked helplessly at the closed door, twisting her little hands together, with an expression of indescribable anxiety and entanglement.

Wan Qingyi shook his head helplessly, and shouted to the door: "You can enter the door, just write a poem on the spot, and you'll be done after passing my test!"

Hearing this request, the faces of the two groomsmen suddenly paled.

For Zhang Mengping, if you ask him to do coolies or make a fool of himself, he won't even blink his eyes, but if you ask him to write poetry, it's easier to kill him.

As for Song Wenxuan, who has been drinking foreign ink for a long time, although he has no literary talents, if you ask him to recite a love poem by Gibran, Shelley, or Heine, there is naturally no problem—at least he is in Shanghai, relying on this hand Sleeping a lot of women.

But... Wan Qingyi is on the opposite side. As a family friend, Song Wenxuan certainly knows that although the girl on the opposite side is a strong woman known as "one of the three giants of casting investment and commerce" in name, in fact, she is a real person in her bones. literary young women.

What's more frightening is that, as far as he knows, this guy has been reading all kinds of domestic and foreign novels and poetry collections since junior high school, and the books piled up in the house are enough to open a shop. Foreign goods, even if they die, they don't know how they died!

Seeing the cowardly appearance of the two groomsmen, Yang Zhu rolled his eyes a little speechlessly, it seems that they can't count on it!

After thinking about it, I had to go out on my own.

Although I don't have much literary talent, but later generations have read a lot of crooked poems on the Internet.

He scratched his head and cleared his throat:

"If you are the sine, I am the cosine, and we are a pair of basis for the Fourier transform."

"I write my love for you into every differential, and then accumulate it until I can't converge..."

Listening to this "poem" that I don't know how to evaluate, Song Wenxuan and Zhang Mengping looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

At this moment, a click was heard.

The door opened, Wan Qingyi looked at Yang Zhu with an extremely disgusted look, and then pushed the little girl beside him into his arms: "I gave you the bride, I really can't stand you, man of science and technology!"

Yang Zhu chuckled, looking at the little girl in front of him who was three points more beautiful than before, he directly embraced him, and amidst the exclamation of his own woman, proudly carried the bride out of the inner hall.

At the end, he turned his head and signaled: "Why are you still standing there in a daze, let's go, comrade bridesmaid!"

Wan Qingyi, who was dressed in a pearl white bridesmaid dress, froze for a moment, then remembered that she was not only the little girl's natal family, but also her bridesmaid, so she pursed her lips arrogantly, lifted her skirt and walked out...

………………

And this time.

Father Yang, who was welcoming guests in the only hotel in the town, was standing at the entrance of the living room in fear, her eyes were scanning the tables of her relatives and friends on the left, and at the same time she was staring at the few people who claimed to be Yang Zhu's "friends". People spin around.

"Hello, Uncle and Auntie, I am Yang Zhu's friend Qin Xin, and this is my congratulatory gift!" Qin Xin in a suit and leather shoes came in and greeted the elder with a humble face.

Father Yang looked at the congratulatory gift that Qin Xin handed over, his eyes twitching a little.

The 888 yuan red envelope is fine, he looks very generous, he should be the leader of Yang Zhu, if he values ​​his bastard very much, it makes sense for him to be so generous.

But... What's the situation with Huang Zhou's "Picture of Raising Lambs"?

You know, this Huang Zhou is known as one of the top ten modern Chinese painters, a great painter on a par with Xu Beihong and others, my wife can't recognize the value of this thing, how can I not know it?

Swallowing, Dad Yang was about to say something when another middle-aged man with extraordinary temperament found the door.

"Hi, big brother, I'm Li Jun, Yang Zhu's friend, and this is my congratulatory gift!" Li Jun greeted Qin Xin, and then put the things in his hands on the registration desk.

Yang's mother looked at the same 888 red envelope and the pair of Emperor Green Ping'an cards that were obviously made by master craftsmen, and she couldn't help but feel a little dry - as she was once fooled by her friends into buying jadeite, she probably knew about this level of emerald. What is the value of emerald.

"Hi, I'm Yang Zhu's friend Lu Sisi..."

"Hi, I'm Yang Zhu's friend Huang Tao, and this is Huang Hao, the dog. Huang Hao, hurry up and say hello to your uncle and aunt..."

"Hello, I am Yang Zhu's friend Yan Yan (Director Yan)..."

"Hi, I'm Yang Zhu's friend Chen Xiang..."

"Hi, I'm Yang Zhu's friend Ren Minghan..."

"Hi, I'm a colleague of Yang Zhu's friend Li xx (the leader with the surname Li in Fengtian City). He couldn't come because of work, so he sent me here to congratulate him!"

Received more than 20 people who claimed to be Yang Zhu's friends in a row. Yang's father and mother looked at the string of names and congratulatory gifts above, and some of them were not stable.

You know, if you are not a relative these days, a red envelope of 100 yuan will be considered generous, and [-] yuan will be the top;

And the red envelopes given by these people, not to mention 666 or 888, even gave congratulatory gifts at the same time-this kind of behavior is completely inconsistent with the customs here in Qilu. Although they are mainly calligraphy, painting or jade, most of them I can't see the real value, but judging from the fact that there are only two or three gifts that the two of them can distinguish between good and bad, these things are definitely not simple.

What frightened Dad Yang even more was that there were some people with obviously different identities in this group of people. I can't hide it either.

It is said that the aura is so strong, so the status should not be low, right?

But the other party made it clear that he was just here to congratulate his "colleagues".

What he prefers to die is that Dad Yang, who often reads the news, just happened to recognize one of the young people who is not very old - this is clearly the secretary next to a certain leader in the province, okay?Not long ago, it was exposed on TV because I accompanied the leader to Texas for inspection.

And the rest of Yang Zhu's "friends" just greeted the secretary indifferently after seeing the secretary, so what are the identities of the other people?

Thinking of this, Father Yang's calves couldn't help but feel a little weak.

Just when Father Yang was in doubt, a gentle voice came: "Hi, I'm Yang Zhu's friend Cheng Yonggang..."

Looking at this middle-aged man who didn't seem to have any imposing body, Father Yang faced those gentle eyes, and for some reason, he didn't have any strength in his hands.

After finally registering, Dad Yang looked at the framed words and couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

Finally, a relatively normal gift came. Although the words were written in the shape of a dragon and a snake, judging from the inscription, it was just a new work in the past few days, and it was more of a heart.

Although I am curious why my son's friends are basically people who are a circle or two older than him, but the so-called no surprise, the number of people is too large, Yang's father and Yang's mother are used to it, but why is his son so angry? Mostly friends from the officialdom, Father Yang is still a little uneasy.

Just as Father Yang casually placed the words on the table next to him, what happened in the next scene left him dumbfounded.

When the ordinary middle-aged man who claimed to be Cheng Yonggang walked to the table, the guests who originally looked a little "rebellious" with the big ticket to Father Yang stood up unanimously and asked this person one after another. Greetings from an ordinary man—and the attitude of some guests, who were obviously from the officialdom, towards this ordinary man was even more subtle.

humble!

These are the two words Papa Yang saw on their faces.

Swallowing his saliva, Father Yang thought for a while, and finally carefully placed the scroll with the four characters "Respect each other as guests" in the desk drawer, lying quietly with the pair of Emperor Green Ping An cards of unknown value. together...