Chapter 42 4. The sound of bugles in the middle of the night

The "Hunger Experience" is about to come to an end, because my father and Aunt Wan'er have already started an artistic discussion that has nothing to do with biscuits.Aunt Wan'er said that just after she returned to Nanyang to find the Liu Erhuqin, the outer battle in Nanyang started.She fled to the countryside of Neixiang County with her father and Liu Erhuqin, where she listened to the music score while avoiding the flames of war.Liu Erhuqin is over eighty years old, and he doesn't know music scores, so he relies on his memory. Every time before he gives the music notation, he says: "Tell me to take a puff, just one puff!" Ears, the house is shaken, but you can still tune the zither and play the strings, infatuated with infatuation, like entering a fairyland in Taoyuan, you can persist for a long time at a time, just like this I wrote down the zither score of "Splitting Jade".Liu Erhuqin is very serious about this matter, and even imitated and dictated the scores of other instruments in the synthetic performance of "Pu Po Yu" one by one, but he is weak and has a weak voice, and he needs to smoke opium to boost his strength.There was a tug-of-war over there again, and there was a lot of artillery fire all day long, and I couldn't find any big cigarettes to smoke.Liu Erhuqin cried and said: "I have never touched a big smoke lamp in my life. Now I have to use big smoke to burn the rest of my life in these two months, so that I can leave "Splitting Jade" to the audience. Bosom friend!" Aunt Wan'er's old father asked Wan'er to flee the war with the guzheng score of "Splitting Jade", leaving him to take care of the Liu Erhuqin and record the remaining drafts of other musical instruments with his camera.But he can only use "Gongchi notation" to record, and Aunt Wan'er will translate it into numbered notation and staff notation in the future.I heard the warm and gentle conversation between my father and Aunt Wan'er:

"Is that the earliest symphony in our country?" "Yes, it already has a symphonic element." "My God, how lucky we are!" Then, there was another farewell to Aunt Wan'er.It was raining lightly that day.Holding a flower umbrella, Aunt Wan'er took a small package and a pipa in a piano case, and got on the train with us in Baoji, and arrived at Wolongsi Station in a blink of an eye.My younger brother and I got off the train with my father, but Aunt Wan'er could only get off the train at Qishan, which was the gathering place determined by Mrs. K.Father stood on the platform blankly, letting the light rain fall on his face, and was relatively speechless with Aunt Wan'er in the car window.The train was soon back on its way.Aunt Wan'er's eye circles were watery and red again.A white handkerchief protruded from the car window, fluttering in the wind on Aunt Wan'er's cheek, drifting away.

We returned to Songjiazhuang, and my father and mother started to quarrel again.When Aunt Wan'er appeared, father and mother would always quarrel.Mother said, where the hell have you been?Didn't you say that you were going to bring the child back that day? How come there is no news for three days?Father said, didn't I tell you?I didn't know Miss Wan was here until I met the kid who sent me a message at Wolong Temple Station.When I arrived in Baoji, I found out that Miss Wan brought "Splitting Jade" from the flames of war. How could I tell you in advance?I need to listen to her explanations, and to listen to her playing the pipa to show me the score, and I can't do these things in less than three days.My mother said, I don't understand, why do you do these things behind my back?Why can't she be brought to our house and be my guest too?Father said, don't we still feel like a home here?Do you have a place for her?Is there enough millet porridge for her to drink?Besides, whether their female teacher will settle in Qishan, it was not decided at that time, could she leave?Mother said, then let me ask you, have you eaten out?My father said that I just ate two sesame seed cakes, four taels of beef, and two bowls of shredded pork noodles.Mother said, what?That's all, that's all?Our two children are still suffering in the refugee children's home... (mother cries) You are talking and laughing happily while eating shredded pork noodles!Father said angrily, Which goddam informant gave you tidbits?But, you know you know?Mother said, what do you want me to know?My father said that Miss Wan paid for the meal, and I was a "free eater"! Brother  timidly interjected, my second brother and I also ate Aunt Wan'er's beef biscuits.I amended the wrong sentence to say that it is sesame seed sandwiched with beef.The mother's expression relaxed again, and she said, well, the three of you are really decent, a group of "free food"!

The conflict between father and mother is also like a summer thunderstorm, which comes and goes quickly.As soon as he turned around, his father showed a very happy and excited look again, opened a brown paper bag, and began to speak to his mother incessantly: "Do you know? It will be played by more than ten kinds of orchestral instruments, and it has been If it cannot be said that it is the earliest symphony in China, then at least it can be said that it already possesses all the elements of a symphony, and it is 200 years earlier than the birth of a Western symphony. For many years!" Father knocked over a bench, and the bench fell on a broken earthen jar, which made a shattering roar, but the speech continued as usual, "It is especially worth noting that the Western symphony came from the court, and it was only played for the emperor. , and our "Splitting Jade" comes from the folk, but it is not Xiaojiabiyu. It has condensed the efforts of folk musicians for more than 400 years, and it has not been plundered by court music officials. Isn't it a miracle? Oh, that's right!" Father stopped abruptly, walked out of the door and said, "I should go to Shiyang Temple to get my salary!"

It was another quiet day. H University started classes.A middle-aged trumpeter with the steps of a general, holding a shining bronze trumpet, boarded the bell tower of Shiyang Temple on time. , get out of class, get out of class, and turn off the lights.I also followed the sound of the trumpet, and with a small bench and a paulownia board under my arm—that was the desk on my lap—went into the earthen cave and completed my primary school studies.My father didn't listen to the command of the lights. He was writing a book "Guzi Quyan" aimed at exploring and evaluating the historical origin and artistic value of Guzi Qu.

In the early morning of August 15, 1945, Qin Chuan, eight hundred miles away, was like a plump woman sleeping in her dream, and all the villages were sleeping soundly in her arms.When my father was up to the third liang of lamp oil, the bell tower of Shiyang Temple suddenly heard the sound of high-spirited and dancing bugles, flickering in the night like dancing lightning and stone fire.In the dark night, someone yelled like crazy: "The devil has surrendered, the devil is finished!" Father threw a pen, jumped up and shouted: "It's dawn, it's dawn!" Every village was boiling in an instant.Father anxiously looked around the thatched hut, not knowing what to look for, suddenly picked up a small rolling pin, beat a copper basin, and ran out of the village alley.When I ran out barefoot, professors and farmers, people from Shaanxi and Henan were all cheering and jumping on the threshing field at the head of the village.Firecrackers exploded all around, and sparks flew.A train blew its flute, like a ribbon fluttering in the wind, and galloped away from the "Yangqiao" at the head of the village.

At dawn, I saw my father's manuscript paper still spread on the table, on which was written: "Chapter 11〓Neon Clothes Continued Score, Baixue's Last Sound and Guzi Song".The father who stayed up all night said to his mother: "I still have a small piece of 'lost land' that has not been regained. The tail of "Splitting Jade" is still lost in Nanyang!"