Chapter 61 Double Lion Rolling Hydrangea

Zhihuang used to be an applause, that is, a drummer, in an old theater troupe.A set of gongs and drums he played such as "Phoenix Nodding", "Dragon Gate Jumping", "Ten Wishes", "Double Lions Rolling Hydrangea" and other gong and drum ideas are a whirlwind that makes people passionate and heroic. The thunder that came.There are many syncopations and dotted syllables, and all kinds of dangerous and strange sudden pauses.If it is broken or picked up, Xu Ji rescued each other, brought back to life in a desperate situation, and took a sharp turn at the peak.If there was a thing that could loosen every bone in you, misalign every muscle in you, make your vision go to your nose and your taste to go to your ears, and all the parts of your brain were scrambling, it wouldn't be something else It is Zhihuang's "Hydrangea with Double Lions".

A set of "Double Lions Rolling Hydrangea" will take half an hour to finish.Many drums were broken under the feet of the Thunderbolt Lions—his rock-hammer hand was too heavy. Many young people in the village wanted to learn this skill from him, but no one could learn it well. He almost joined our Mao Zedong Thought Literary and Art Propaganda Team.He came here excitedly, repaired oil lamps, made gongs, and wrote on red paper with crooked characters about the system of the propaganda team. He devoted himself to everything.He smiled at everyone, because he was too thin, and when he smiled, there were only two rows of white and clean teeth left on the lower half of his face.But he only participated in one day, and he didn't come again. The next day, he still went to hit the rock on the mountain.Fucha went to call him, and even gave him 20% higher work points than others, but he couldn't turn him back.

The main reason is said to be that he felt that the new play was tasteless, and his gongs and drums had no room to perform.Counterparts, three and a half sentences, small singing, harvest dance, these don't need Shuangshi to make fun of them.It was so easy to come across a revolutionary model, the New Fourth Army was recuperating in the homes of ordinary people, so that his two lions showed their heads, and the director killed them with a wave of his hand. "I'm not done yet!" he yelled angrily. "I just listen to you playing, but people still sing?" The director is from the county cultural center. "This is a literary play. When it's over, you can add a closing board."

With a gloomy face, Zhihuang could only wait. When the Japanese devils appeared on the stage, the arena became lively, so we can let Zhihuang show his skills, right?I didn't expect the director to be even more hateful, he was only allowed to hit the running water idea, and finally rang the small gong a few times, but he didn't understand, the director snatched the hammer and broke it twice to show him, "That's it, do you understand?" "what brand?" "brand?" "Don't you have a sign for playing gongs and drums?" "No sign."

"Baby shit is like shit, you can throw a lump if you want?" "Oh, you, you only know the same old way, you can always talk about hydrangea and roll hydrangea. The Japanese devils are on the stage, what kind of hydrangea are you rolling?" Zhihuang had nothing to say, so he could only give in.After rehearsing for a whole day, his gongs and drums were broken and unseemly. Of course, he was extremely disappointed and had to resign.He looks down on directors at all. Except for Dai Renquan, Yang Silang, Cheng Yaojin, Zhang Fei, etc., he doesn't believe that there are any good shows in the world. It is hard to believe that there are many things in the world that he should be surprised by.Tell him about the stunts in movies, about the largest ship in the world that can accommodate many people, about the fact that the earth is round, so people can go back to the same place if they go straight ahead, about the lack of gravity in space, a little finger of a baby He can also lift one hundred and eight thousand catties, and so on, he summed it up in two words very calmly:

"Liar." He doesn't argue, doesn't get angry, and sometimes even smiles, but he licks his mouth and always concludes confidently: "Liar." He is generally a little more polite to devolved cubs, and he has a lot of respect for knowledge.It's not that he's not curious and doesn't like to ask questions, on the contrary, as long as he has the opportunity, he likes to get close to those of us who have gone to middle school and ask some questions that he can't understand.He just judges the answers in Marx's works too quickly, and he is straightforward, and often vetoes without room for negotiation:

"It's deceitful again." For example, he has seen movies, but he never believes that martial arts in revolutionary model movies can be practiced. "Practice? What do you take? They have had their bones pulled out since they were young, leaving only the flesh. They won thousands of troops on the stage, but they can't even lift a load of empty buckets off the stage." At this time, you have to convince him that the bones of those martial arts actors are still there, and there must be no problem carrying water, which is harder than climbing to the sky.