After Yan Qingshi got the script Li Changan gave her, her bright eyes stared straight at Li Changan.
There are a lot of changes inside, and you can see that every change is very detailed.
He is very attentive!
Li Changan felt a little embarrassed when Yan Qingshi looked at her. This girl looked weak, but inside she was extremely resilient. She had a stubborn temper, and it was difficult to change things she believed in.
"I will revise this play with my classmates in the academy. Miss Yan will see if there is anything that needs to be changed."
Li Changan looked away and avoided Yan Qingshi's direct gaze.
Yan Qingshi's lips moved, and then she said softly, "It is Qingshi's blessing to have a young master revising it together with the academy students."
"Master, please follow me. Grandpa is already at home waiting for you."
Li Changan followed Yan Qingshi to the Yan family courtyard.
"I've met Mr. Li." Mr. Yan smiled and saluted with his fists clasped.
"How are you doing, old man?" Li Changan immediately returned the greeting.
"Thanks to the young master, I am still in good health." Mr. Yan turned sideways and introduced Li Changan into the house.
"A few days ago, the young master sent Qingshi a copy of "Butterfly Lovers". The old man also flipped through it and also narrated a short paragraph in the tick column. Everyone liked it very much."
Mr. Yan said, "If it can be changed into an opera, it might become Goulan's signature."
"Thank you very much, sir."
Li Changan didn't even dare to say it, and he felt ashamed.
His original intention was to find more readers for "Butterfly Lovers", but he didn't know whether he could help Gou Lan.
The results are pretty good now, which is an unexpected surprise.
"There are four goulan companies in the county, and the old guys from the other three companies also asked people to come over and ask if they could pass on the "Butterfly Lovers" drama to them as well."
Mr. Yan poured a glass of wine for Li Changan and looked at Li Changan.
"The text of the play was written by Miss Yan. Naturally, it was decided by Miss Yan. I won't do it for you." Li Changan toasted to Mr. Yan.
Mr. Yan explained, "Although Goulan is a poor and humble business, and the money earned is just money for food and clothing, it is also the most humane."
"Although the money for tea, water, melons and fruits from the guests is indispensable, as long as you sit down and have a cup of tea, even if you listen to it for a whole day, you don't have to spend a penny. The rewards are all voluntary."
"In the past two days, the old man has been playing "Butterfly Lovers", and many guests have given rewards. In addition, the news of compiling light poems and dramas has spread, and there are many more guests in the hook bar."
"The other three Goulan companies are all old guys I know. Everyone's life is very tight, so I thought I could help them out."
Li Changan nodded, "Mr. Yan has a warm heart, so this is naturally a good thing."
"I said that there have been a lot of people talking about "Butterfly Lovers" on the street these two days. It turns out that it is the result of Mr. Yan's storytelling."
Having said this, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed through Li Changan's mind, and he was immediately stunned.
People come and go in Goulan, and people you come into contact with are from all over the world. Often a popular new thing will spread quickly.
If the four Goulan companies join forces, I'm afraid it will soon spread throughout the streets and alleys.
Isn't this a way to gain fame?
Goulan, wine shop, teahouse...
These small businesses that go unnoticed bring together the vast majority of ordinary people.
The scribes are arrogant and the literati think highly of themselves. How can they pay attention to the common people?
Even those who seek fame from various places are trying to achieve the Wenchang Monument, and this is only limited to the circle of literati.
When it ferments, it will gradually spread to the general public.
Typical top-down communication method.
And the group that is oriented towards bookstores are also the group of people who can read and write.
But how can ordinary people have the leisure to read storybooks slowly?
Earning money and living is the most important thing.
In contrast, the storytelling and operas in the Gou column are not only a means of leisure but also entertaining, so they are more easily accepted.
Li Changan frowned from time to time, with thousands of thoughts in his mind.
An idea is ready to come out, but the last step is always missing.
It wasn't until a jade hand waved in front of his eyes that Li Changan came back to his senses.
"Master Li?"
"Sorry, I was just thinking about something." Li Changan apologized quickly.
Yan Qingshi served Li Changan some vegetables and said with a smile, "Young Master, try my new dishes and see if they suit your taste."
Mr. Yan said nothing in an "interesting" manner, but helped Li Changan pour wine from time to time.
Li Changan smiled and said, "Miss Yan's skills are comparable to those of a chef in a big restaurant, so the taste is no different."
Yan Qingshi pursed her lips and smiled, and continued to pick up food for Li Changan.
Li Changan could only thank him repeatedly, but he didn't know how to refuse. It was really not fun to eat like this, so he could only change the topic.
"Miss Yan's plays are of great literary talent. According to Miss Yan's literary talent, why don't you take the scientific examination?"
As soon as these words came out, the dinner table suddenly became quiet.
The chopsticks in Yan Qingshi's hand suddenly froze, and she lowered her head in silence.
Mr. Yan's face showed a look of loneliness, and he sighed, "Light poetry is all caused by old age."
"My old grandfather once had an official position, but for some unknown reason he committed a crime. Not only was his head chopped off, but all his clan members were relegated to the lowest status."
"It was only in this generation that I finally got rid of my lowly status, but this mark can never be erased."
"Qing Shi's identity is innocent. If he wants to take part in the scientific examination, because his ancestors are of lowly origin, he must have a seventh-grade scribe as a guarantor."
"But both of us can only make ends meet in Goulan, and there are very few opportunities to meet scribes. How can we hire a seventh-grade scribe as a guarantor?"
"It's hard to spend money to hire scribes, but they all covet Qing Shi's body and won't sincerely help."
Mr. Yan drank the wine in the cup, shook his head helplessly, and his breathing became rapid.
Yan Qingshi gently stroked her grandfather's back, "Grandpa, it's okay. I don't have time to read the Classics of All Saints. Even if I take the scientific examination, I won't pass."
Li Changan opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.
Should I help?
But I and Yan Qingshi are not relatives, so why should I help?
Even if you want to help, how can you speak without appearing abrupt?
This little girl has a stubborn temper. I am afraid that speaking casually may easily arouse her self-esteem, which will backfire on her wishes.
It's better to wait and see what happens.
Yan Qingshi sniffed and smiled to break the stagnant atmosphere at the dinner table.
"How about I ask Master Li to forgive me for disturbing the young master's interest... How about the little girl sings a piece of opera and asks the young master to comment on it?"
Li Changan nodded, "Miss Yan's fairy voice, Li must be all ears."
Yan Qingshi stood up, went into the inner room and took out the pipa, then sat down on the stool.
The catkins fall gently, and the jade fingers hook the strings.
The crisp sound of pipa broke the silence in the room.
From the moment Yan Qingshi plucked the strings, Li Changan saw a completely different temperament in her than before.
Her eyes are brighter and she has a powerful aura, like a queen, with the pipa as her crown.
When I watched it in Goulan, this feeling was not so strong.
However, at this moment, Yan Qingshi seemed to be using all her strength to burst out with the help of Pipa.
It's like a jade bead falling from a plate, or a silver vase being broken.
Li Changan had to admit that Yan Qingshi at this time possessed an unimaginable charm.
The petite body contains an eye-catching brilliance.
"Yingtai has been pampered since she was a child, and she insists on studying and is eccentric. My old wife loves her daughter so much that I have no choice but to allow her to dress up as a man..."
As soon as Yan Qingshifu opened his mouth, Li Changan couldn't help but widen his eyes.
The sound of feathers becomes more and more ethereal and dustless, as if falling from the sky. Just the first sentence touches the heartstrings and is unforgettable.
Li Changan swallowed his throat, as if he was meeting the girl Yan in front of him for the first time.
No wonder he only plays the pipa and doesn't sing.
Just the sound of pipa alone can be called a famous player. If you add such fairy sound, I am afraid it will be a blessing rather than a curse.
A small hook can't protect her.
Li Changan closed his eyes and listened carefully, drinking a glass of wine from time to time, and his face turned red before he knew it.
On the mutton-fat jade book, a new page was opened, and the song "Butterfly Lovers" slowly appeared on the page like a clear spring.
The sound of pipa falls,
Li Changan slowly opened his eyes and couldn't help but sigh: "Today I know the sound of heaven... This song should only exist in heaven, how many times can it be heard in the world..."
"I have the music score of "Butterfly Lovers" below. I wonder if I can ask Miss Yan to play it?"
Yan Qingshi looked surprised, but still nodded in agreement.
Did he also study pipa music scores?
Li Changan urged Qinglian Wenlu to introduce the score of "Butterfly Lovers" into Qinglian Wengu, and quickly wrote down the score with his pen and ink.
Yan Qingshi moved her eyes to the paper and could no longer look away.
Just one glance at this piece of music will tell you how beautiful and beautiful it is.
Just as Yan Qingshi was about to play, there was a rapid knock on the door, "Master..."