Chapter 3 lonely and affectionate

My acquaintance with Mr. Yu Dagang was quite dramatic. It was eight years ago. I went to listen to his speech. The event was organized by Mr. Li Mangui. The venue was the Chinese Drama Appreciation Committee. The place is small and there are few people attending , Everyone scattered after listening to it. But for me, it was a very different night, no matter how late it was, I went up to the stage to find him, I didn’t even introduce myself, and just stayed on Mr. Li’s old set of chairs and continued to ask him for advice. Mr. Yu is a person who has no sense of time when talking, and we talk later and later, and then he suddenly asked:

"What school are you in?" "Soochow—" "There is a person in Soochow," he said vigorously, "you go to talk to her, her name is Zhang Xiaofeng." I was stunned for a moment. It turned out that Teacher Yu knew me and valued me. People of this age would pay attention to contemporary literature. I was so excited that I was about to burn with a bang. Man, I couldn't help telling him immediately that I was Zhang Xiaofeng. Then he told me that he liked my collection of essays "The Other End of the Carpet" and thought that it was deeply rooted in the feminine beauty of Chinese literature. I was actually very ashamed to speak about my early works. Due to my youth and superficiality, I put a lot of good things The writing is terrible, but it still makes me secretly happy to be praised unintentionally by Teacher Yu under such circumstances.After some more conversation, he suddenly said:

"Do you know Bai Xianyong?" "I know." At that time, he just asked me to publish a book with his Morning Bell Publishing House. "There is a small mistake in his "A Dream in the Garden," he said seriously. "Blowing tune is not the same as Kunqu opera. Tell him to correct it next time." I was really amazed at his delicacy. Later, like other young people, I walked straight through the business department of Yitai Travel Agency and went straight to his office to chat. The "office" is located on Guanqian Street. God knows what time Mr. Yu spends on "business". In short, the office belonging to Yitai Travel Agency is sometimes the classroom of the Drama Research Institute, and sometimes it seems to be the rabbit of the National Drama Committee. Fei conference hall, sometimes the consulting room of a certain magazine... In short, the impression is that the room is full of people. Go ahead and leave, back and forth, in a continuous stream, as if there is a running water seat, anyway, anyone can do academic or artistic excellence here.

Maybe it's because of my self-indulgence. Although I have benefited a lot from this kind of face-to-face and telephone chats, I don't agree with Teacher Yu's willingness to come to me day and night.I stubbornly believe that if you don’t leave words, everything else is unreliable. Even if you are a direct disciple, there will inevitably be some inaccuracies when you repeat your own words. "Teacher, you should take some time to compile and publish your Pingju scripts." "I think so too!" He sighed helplessly, "Every time I think about publishing, I feel that there are shortcomings everywhere, and I almost want to rewrite the whole thing-but, I can't help thinking, alas, since it takes time So much effort, why not just write a new book..."

"Okay, then write a new one!" "However, if you think about it, the old one hasn't been repaired yet, so why make a new one?" Alas, what a dreaded cycle.I often think that first-class talents in the world often fail to write anything because they are eager to do everything. Probably those who stick to their pens are mostly second-rate and below characters. After the teacher passed away, I couldn't help but feel a little angry. Some people in the world who publish indiscriminately are "sinners", but they cherish ink like gold, and they are almost "cruel" to the younger generation. In a short time, their ink pollution will become a thing of the past, but even history can do nothing to those who do not write diligently.On the contrary, "Drama Talk" was written out of the mood of writing essays under the half-forced half-urging of the editor, which is a little luck among misfortunes.

One day, I was indifferent to Mr. Wei Suqiu, and she also held the same opinion as me. She said, "Oh, every day when I read the obituaries, some friends die with a full stomach of knowledge—it's a pity." When the teacher was alive, although he and I always had a deep understanding, but there were also many times when the teacher insisted on his views, and I insisted on mine.If the teacher came back to life today, the first thing I would rush to argue with him would be to insist that he should write at least two books, one on drama theory, and the other should include at least ten scripts of Pingju. As a teacher of our generation, he should be a teacher of many generations of young people in the future...

But the teacher is gone, who should I argue with on the phone in the middle of the night? For my drama performance, the teacher also has a lot of opinions. Whether it is "lighting", "performance", "stage design" or "dance", he "has opinions". In fact, Teacher Yu even has opinions about himself. " man, his cuteness is making him "have an opinion".I agree with some of his opinions, and I disagree with some, but in any case, I am very moved by his concern that he must come to see every time he plays, and he also asked Yitai Travel Agency to sponsor an advertisement for our performance.

The teacher has a very strong expression when he is right or wrong. When he thinks it is correct, he will say in a repeated voice: "Yes-yes-yes-yes..." Every pair of words is spoken clearly, slowly, long, and almost waiting for the beat. When he thinks it is incorrect, he will laugh, shake his head, and say: "It's not right at all, it's not right at all..." To my surprise, the teacher was totally against comparative literature. I remember the first time I tried to talk to him about a scholar's view of tragedy about Yuan zaju. He immediately rejected it, saying:

"Xiaofeng, you have to know that China and the West are completely different, completely different, and there is nothing the same!" "Okay," I was not convinced, "Even if the result of the comparison is 'incomparable', it is still a comparative study!" But the teacher was unmoved. He still insisted that Chinese operas are Chinese operas, and there is no need or possibility of comparison. "For example," after many times, I still don't give up, "in Shakespeare and Chinese tragedies, at the most serious and serious moments, there is often a cohun--and, often yellow, which is not very similar. ?"

"That's because the audience are all emerging petty citizens." Strangely, the teacher is willing to admit that they are similar, but he still opposes comparative literature.Later, I found that Mr. Yu and other young people had different views in various aspects. In the end, everyone still maintained their own views, and teachers and students are still teachers and students. For a while, the newspaper scolded a person violently, like hitting a dog in the water. I called him to ask for his opinion. Actually, "asking for advice" was too serious. Teacher Yu himself just chatted with people anyway (he really chatted all his life, Very deep and lively days), he never mentioned the man's "person", but praised the man's article, saying:

"Since the existence of vernacular Chinese, he has been able to apply the old poems so well and use the inherent things so brilliantly. This person is the number one!" "It's a 'pen of genius', right?" "exactly." He also praised him for being euphemistic and appropriate in his metaphors.Putting down the phone, I felt something very warm. I don't agree with the teacher saying that he is the number one master of vernacular Chinese, but I like his broad-mindedness in discussing matters. I mentioned another person who scolded that person. "Let me tell you," he said suddenly, "everyone who swears has already been affected, and the person who swears is the one who is most affected." I was almost taken aback by this weird theory, and for a while I couldn't tell whether I agreed with it or not, but after careful consideration, it was not unreasonable.Teacher Yu is willing to take a step back and think about everything, so it is very natural for the sea and the sky to be broad. The last time I saw the teacher was at the National Army Art Center. That night, "Legend of the White Snake" was performed. It was only during the break that I saw the teacher and the teacher's wife also came. Teacher's wife was wearing a maroon floor-length dress, which was shining against the silver hair. Teacher's wife was always elegant and elegant, and that night she looked more refined than usual. For some reason, I feel that the teacher has a bad face. "Did you write Jiu Fengchen?" I took the opportunity to go forward and ask the teacher. The teacher once told me that he liked the Yuan drama "Save the Wind and Dust" very much, and wanted to adapt it into a Pingju opera.In fact, this has been said for several years. " "Everyone says "Saving the Wind and Dust" is a comedy," he once sighed, "It's really a tragedy!" Almost every once in a while, I always have to remind Mr. Yu about "Save the Wind and Dust", I like that play very much. "Oh—it's difficult—" Teacher Yu's complexion was really bad. "Once upon a time, there was a Mr. Zhao who wrote the score for me—it was very important to write the score. Later, Mr. Zhao died, and now I have to write it. It is difficult, Pingju—" I couldn't help feeling sad in my heart. It is true that the lyricist lost the person who composed the music, but the lyricist himself is not eternal! "This play is well written," he brought the topic back to "Legend of the White Snake". "It was written by Tian Han. The later "Hai Rui Dismissed from Office" was also written by him—it was the one that was criticized." "I won't come tomorrow!" The teacher said again. "Tomorrow's second half will be better!" "I've watched this play too many times." The teacher revealed obvious tiredness when he spoke. I will say no more. Later, I saw the teacher's death in the newspaper.The teacher suffered from congenital heart hypertrophy for many years, so he could let go at any time. Not long ago, he even suddenly lost his memory in a taxi and didn't know his way home.From these aspects, the teacher's heart attack is the happiest death we can expect. What is sad is that those who stayed, Mrs. and all the young people who have endured his concern and expectations, we have a long way to go! During his lifetime, the teacher liked to mention Chu Sheng, a female actress in the Ming Dynasty, who said that she was "lonely in her brows and affectionate in her eyes". kind of contradiction. After the teacher died, I suddenly felt that the teacher himself was also a person with his "solitude" and "devotion". He was obsessed with a long and warm China. And his affection makes him tolerate and accept every high-spirited and impulsive life, thus making himself more magnificent and vast...