Chapter 4 Chapter 4 Surprised Junior Sister

When A Bing saw Yang Qin, his eyes lit up, as if he had seen it somewhere; when Yang Qin saw A Bing, he felt as if he had seen it in a dream.The two teenagers looked at each other...Of course they didn't expect that they would remember each other forever... When A Bing was nine years old, Taoist priests in Wuxi held a Taoist meeting in Sanqing Hall. People from monasteries far and near came to participate. A Taoist priest with a white beard from a Daoist temple in another county said to Taoist Gu: "I heard that there is a Taoist boy named A Bing in Chong'an Temple who is very good at playing the erhu. I want to learn some lessons. I wonder if I can teach him?"

Gu Daochang smiled and said: "Where is there, a little Taoist boy, how dare you bother me, I will ask him to play for everyone, but I haven't practiced in recent years, and my hands may be a little rusty." A Bing was called over, and Taoist Gu said: "A Bing, everyone will listen to you playing the huqin, so you can play a solo!" A Bing pulled up.All of a sudden, the beautiful sound of the qin reverberated in the monastery, and everyone was stunned. No one could believe their eyes. The player who played the huqin was just a boy who was only nine years old... After A Bing finished playing, there was warm applause in the monastery. Everyone praised A Bing, saying that he played so beautifully.

The old Taoist priest with a white beard said to Gu Taoist priest: "This little Taoist boy is really good at playing. He is really a child star of our Taoist music. We must cultivate him well." Daoist Gu nodded. After the dojo was over, A Bing and Hua Qing returned to Chong'an Temple with them.During the meal, Zhang Daohua was unconvinced and said, "The Taoist priest is biased and didn't let me perform solo. If I were to perform, I would definitely beat Ah Bing." Daoist Gu just stepped through the door and said, "Daohua, you are too arrogant. This is not in line with the Taoist cultivation of the indifferent mind. You should cultivate the depths of your mind first!"

In the evening, Daoist Gu called Hua Qinghe into the room and said to him: "I think you should resume the cultivation of A Bing's skills. Everyone thinks that A Bing is a child star, and I am afraid that he will be a promoter of Taoist music in the future. " Hua Qinghe was very contradictory. He also wanted to cultivate A Bing's music skills, but whenever he thought of Yan Zhuyue's tragic death, he flatly refused. "Qinghe, have you thought about it yet?" Tears of pain welled up in Hua Qinghe's eyes, he shook his head firmly and said, "Let's train Ah Bing to be the successor of Taoism!"

Daoist Gu shook his head helplessly. That evening, A Bing was sitting on the mound outside the monastery in a daze. The old Taoist priest came over, sat down beside him and said, "A Bing, what are you thinking about?" "I miss my father and my mother." "A Bing, you are now a Taoist priest, and you have also learned it. According to the tenet of Taoism, people should not only live in this world for themselves. Taoism cultivates the mind and cultivates nature, in order to save all living beings and help them enter the fairy world. You How can you be like this because you can't find your parents, you are too narrow-minded."

A Bing listened carefully. "Besides, Taoist Hua treats you like his own son. Doesn't he love you enough?" "But why didn't he teach me music skills all of a sudden?" A Bing asked. "That's because he wants to train you to be an orthodox Taoist heir. This is also very important. If Taoism wants to develop, it can't do without an heir. So, in the future, you have to cheer up and don't disappoint Taoist Hua's expectations of you." A Bing said sincerely: "Master Daoist, I was wrong..." At this time, Hua Qinghe came over: "A Bing, A Bing..."

"Master, I'm here." Hua Qinghe walked over panting, and seeing Daoist Gu was there, he said, "The Daoist is here." A Bing stood up, bowed to Hua Qinghe, and said, "Master, I'm sorry, I misunderstood you. From now on, I must learn the Tao well and learn to be a man." Qinghe said happily: "Yes, to be a Taoist priest, you must first learn well, and only by learning the Tao well can you truly promote Taoism." "Okay, from now on, I will make up my mind to learn Taoism. Like the old Taoist priest taught, I should have less selfish desires, so that the inner scene does not escape, and the outer dust does not enter."

Qinghe looked at A Bing with relief... In the evening, A Bing was reading under the soybean oil lamp in the hall. He read softly: "Tao can be said, very Tao. Name can be named, very famous..." The old Taoist priest came over and said, "A Bing, not only must you recite, but you must also comprehend it, and you must comprehend it with your heart." The old Taoist sat down and said: "Tao exists before everything in the world. Lao Tzu interprets it as 'Tao is a thing, but only in a trance'. Lao Tzu is the Supreme Lord of our Taoism. To be a good Taoist priest, we must first You have to learn Taishang Laojun's book well, and you will be able to attain Taoism and immortality in the future."

The old Taoist said again: "Tao is in a trance, trance, intangible, invisible and intangible. Only by comprehending it with your heart can you realize the true meaning of Tao. You should work hard!" One day, when Hua Qinghe and A Bing were having dinner, the gatekeeper of the monastery came to tell Hua Qinghe that someone was looking for him. Hua Qinghe put down his job and went out to have a look. .” "Qinghe, I'm back. I changed my name to Yang Pingli." Yang Pingli pulled his two children over and said, "This is my son Yang Yin, and that is my daughter Yang Qin."

"Uncle." The two children shouted in unison. "Ah, what a lovely child." At this time, A Bing also put down the bowl and came out.When he saw Yang Qin, his eyes lit up, as if he had seen it somewhere before. Yang Qin also felt like he had seen A Bing in a dream. The two teenagers looked at each other. Hua Qinghe met and said, "This is A Bing." "Ah, Ah Bing has grown up so much." "Come, come, come into the room and say, haven't you eaten yet?" Huaqing and Ziran were very happy when they met each other. He busily made some vegetables and bought some cakes, and everyone sat down and ate.

After dinner, the children went to the yard to play, and Hua Qinghe and Yang Pingli chatted while drinking tea. Hua Qinghe asked: "Brother Ping, where have you been all these years? Why is there no news?" "I," Yang Pingli put down his teacup and whispered, "I went to Guangdong, and then to Hunan." "Hunan." "Yes, I participated in the Xiangtan Peasant Movement Workshop run by Mao Zedong." Yang Pingli also said: "Comrade Mao Zedong said that China is too dark, and farmers and workers should be encouraged to overthrow the old system." "Why did you change your name?" Hua Qinghe asked. "Because only knowing that being patriotic is not enough, you have to stand up and fight against the dark social judgment, so I changed Yang Aihua to Yang Pingli. Ping uses the homonym of judging." "Oh, I see." Hua Qinghe listened with wide eyes. After talking for a while, Hua Qinghe asked, "Where's their mother?" "Alas", Yang Pingli sighed and said, "I died of illness because I was not at home all the time. She took care of the child alone and was overworked. I brought the child back to my hometown Yangzhou. Unexpectedly, my parents also passed away. I just came here." "Oh, let's just settle down here and stop running around." In fact, Yang Pingli did not reveal the truth to Hua Qinghe. The main reason he came here was because there were traitors in the party, and he was hunted down, so he changed his name to Yang Pingli and hid here. Yang Pingli works as a music teacher in an elementary school. One day, Yang Pingli was speaking to students, and he wrote on the blackboard: After finishing writing, he said: "It is the most outstanding piece of Fu in Cao Zhi's poems, and it is also one of the masterpieces of lyrical fuss in the Jian'an period. It fully expresses the author's romantic techniques and has a strong artistic appeal..." Yang Ping paused for a moment, and continued to speak: "What is written on the blackboard is the most exciting part of the story..." He turned his head and saw A Bing standing outside the window listening intently, so he said: "Come in and listen, A Bing, you can hear clearly when you come in." Then he went out and brought A Bing into the classroom. A seat in the last row sat down. Yang Pingli went on to say: "Poems and songs are closely related to music. If you want to become a musician, you must have knowledge in this area..." Yang Pingli continued: "People who understand music must also understand history and culture. Now, let me talk about Zhaojun going out of the fortress. Zhaojun was originally a court lady of the Western Han Dynasty Emperor Yuan. She was upright and beautiful, but she was unwilling to bribe her. Painter, was painted as an ugly girl and buried in the harem for a long time. Later, in order to seek a marriage marriage between the Han and the Huns, she resolutely went out of the fortress, far away from her hometown, and traveled thousands of miles to the prairie outside the fortress to marry the Huns Shanyu. She endured the longing for her hometown and overcame Overcoming the discomfort in a foreign land, with her kindness and wit, she finally completed the 50-year harmony between the Han and the Huns, and finally her soul returned to her hometown.” A Bing listened with wide eyes, he was moved by Zhaojun's feat... "Okay, get out of class is over now." After class is over, A Bing is still sitting blankly, his heart seems to have reached the prairie outside the Great Wall... The sky is dark, the wild is vast, and the wind blows the grass and sees cattle and sheep... "A Bing, get out of class is over, and you are still in a daze, come on, play an erhu for everyone." So A Bing pulled up.The beautiful sound of the piano attracted all the teachers and classmates in the school to come to listen. There were many people crowded outside the classroom door, and everyone listened carefully. A teacher said: "Oh my God! I thought it was Teacher Yang who was pulling, but I didn't expect it was a child." Another teacher also said: "This kid is so amazing, I thought it was a theater troupe." "This kid is so talented. I have never heard such a beautiful huqin." After the people left, Yang Pingli said to A Bing: "A Bing, you can listen to the lectures here from now on, and I will let you listen for free." "Is it true? Do you really let me take lessons for free?" "Yes, classmate A Bing." "Ah, student A Bing, welcome." Yang Yin shouted happily. Yang Qin also clapped her hands and said, "Student A Bing, welcome." "Student A Bing, welcome." The students clapped their hands happily and shouted. It was the first time for Ah Bing to go to school officially. He heard the name "classmate" and saw his classmates welcome him so much. Yang Qin walked up to A Bing and said, "Student A Bing, here are my notebook and pen, and I give them to you." A Bing accepted it with emotion. From then on, A Bing went to school to listen to teacher Yang Pingli's music lectures, and he eagerly listened to every class... After class, he practiced with brothers and sisters Yang Yin and Yang Qin.With the guidance of a famous teacher in learning music, A Bing's skills improved faster. One day, Yang Yin and A Bing were lying on the green grass of the campus, looking up at the changing white clouds in the blue sky.Yang Yin said: "Do you know what the oldest Liulu and Liulu are based on?" "have no idea." "Then let me tell you, my dad said, it's based on the calls of male and female phoenixes." "yes?" Yang Yin said again: "A Bing, do you know Boya?" A Bing sat up and said, "Yes. I know Boya's 'High Mountains and Flowing Water'. I, Hua Qing, and my master told me. He said that Boya and Zhong Ziqi are bosom friends, and that Zhong Ziqi played 'High Mountain' by Boya Said it was like a majestic mountain, and Boya played the "flowing water" Zhong Ziqi said it was like a river rushing, so the two sworn brothers. Later, Boya learned that Zhong Ziqi was dead and lost his friend, so he dropped the piano and never heard of it again. Bounced." A Bing said again: "Brother Yang Yin, can we become bosom friends in the future?" "Yes, of course." Yang Qin ran over and said, "So you two are here, what are you talking about?" "Talk about Boya and Zhong Ziqi." Yang Yin said. "Oh, I know, this is the story of Yu Boya throwing the piano to thank his bosom friend. Brother, I think you and Brother A Bing will be bosom friends in the future." Yang Yin smiled and said, "We are bosom friends now." On the grass, Yang Yin said to A Bing, "A Bing, recite the poem you learned today." A Bing said "OK" and began to recite: "Okay, good memorization, tell me what it means." Yang Yin said. "This poem says—" A Bing couldn't speak. Yang Yin said: "This is Bai Juyi's poem, which is a metaphor for the rise and fall of the world and the tenacity of life. A Bing, you can't just memorize it, but also know the meaning." "Thank you brother Yang Yin for your advice." "Well said." Yang Pingli walked over and said, "A Bing, you have learned well." Yang Pingli also sat down on the grass, and asked A Bing, "What do you want to do when you grow up?" "I like music, but the master insists that I be the heir of Taoism. In the past, the master tried his best to teach me skills, but later, he suddenly stopped letting me learn, and he also didn't let me play the piano. I learned it secretly." "Oh, that's it..." Yang Pingli fell into deep thought after hearing this. After dinner that day, Yang Pingli asked Hua Qinghe to take a walk outside the temple, and the two chatted while walking on the tree-lined path. Yang Pingli said: "Ah Bing is very talented in music, he might be a great talent in the future, why don't you let him learn music?" Hua Qinghe did not speak. After being silent for a while, Yang Pingli raised his head and saw the tears in Hua Qinghe's eyes. He sighed and said, "I know, it's because of his mother's tragic death, but because of this, you should train A Bing even more. A Bing will become a great talent in the future, and his mother will only be comforted under the nine springs!" Hua Qinghe wiped his tears with his sleeve, and said, "I just didn't want to disturb his mother's spirit in heaven, so I didn't let him learn it." Yang Pingli stood down and said: "Qinghe, you are wrong. If you don't train him and delay such a genius, then you are really sorry for his mother." Seeing that Hua Qinghe didn't speak, Yang Pingli said again: "Qinghe, think again, how did A Bing's mother die. If this tragedy does not happen to A Bing again, then this dark old society must be overthrown, otherwise, It's impossible for you to escape." Yang Pingli also said: "Music is a weapon. If you want to save A Bing from bad luck, you should let him pick up this weapon to expose the darkness of society and awaken people. Although you are a Taoist, Taoism is also Purdue." All sentient beings, therefore, I hope you will change this wrong decision, train A Bing quickly, and don’t delay him.” Hua Qinghe finally agreed.With tears in his eyes, he said: "Okay, I will follow your advice. In fact, I am also very conflicted. Seeing A Bing sad because he can't practice the piano, I am more sad than him." "So, you agree?" Yang Pingli stared into Hua Qinghe's eyes. "En." Hua Qinghe nodded firmly. "Okay, that's great. Thank you for A Bing. I'm going to accept A Bing as a formal student. I'll tell the principal. Let's work together to cultivate this Chinese musical genius." Yang Pingli stretched out his hand. Hua Qinghe held his hand tightly, choked up and said, "Brother Yang, thank you, you are worthy of being my good teacher and good friend." While the two were talking, brother and sister A Bing and Yang Yin ran over. "Father, A Bing wants to play the qin, but his master won't let him play the qin." Yang Yin said. Yang Qin also said: "Father, give my Qin to Abingol!" Yang Pingli smiled and said: "Okay. Children, A Bing's master has asked him to play the piano. From today, A Bing can practice the piano." "Ah, great!" Hua Qinghe said: "A Bing, I will teach you to practice the piano every night from now on. Yang Yin and Yang Qin, you two also come, the three of you practice together, and I will teach you." "Thank you, Master." From then on, A Bing began to practice hard again.In summer, when the sun was at its peak, Hua Qinghe asked him to practice piano under the scorching sun. Hua Qinghe said: "Practice three nines in winter and three days in summer. Only those who can endure great hardships can achieve great things." Beads of sweat on A Bing's forehead flowed down his cheeks, but he still gritted his teeth and played the piano earnestly... Brother and sister Yang Yin came to see him, only to see Yang Qin took out a small handkerchief to wipe A Bing's sweat... The old Taoist who was sick came out to see him, and said distressedly: "Qinghe, let him rest, don't damage the child's body." He wiped A Bing's sweat. Hua Qinghe still did not let A Bing rest.A Bing gritted his teeth and practiced hard...