Upon arriving at the film crew, Tang Shuangqin had already received the news and came out to greet them, accompanied by a cameraman, as Meng Laoyezi had come, and it was certain that the entire process would be recorded. “Hello, Laoyezi, how’s your health?” Tang Shuangqin excitedly greeted Meng Laoyezi, “I was looking forward to your arrival but also worried about disturbing your rest.” “I’m doing well, just following Luo Yatou to enjoy your film shoot. I’ve seen your movies…” Meng Laoyezi appeared in good spirits and spoke a bit more. While speaking, Tang Shuangqin guided him forward to meet the actors. When they reached the open area where the crew members were resting, they saw a circle of people gathered around, with sounds of bamboo clappers coming from the center as someone was dressing up and singing Tai Ping lyrics.
“Bianliang city with a million fireworks, gazing all around at the splendid towers and jade pavilions.” “Bringing forth talented scholars for the Emperor’s examination, Liang Fu Xue rushes for the exam seeking the crimson robes.” “Since passing through the East Capital’s tile market, unexpectedly encountering the rippling river, the troubled carp is about to enter the pot.” “Master …” “It must be Jiexi, I’ll call him over,” Meng Jingyuan turned to Laoyezi but saw him standing still, as if rooted to the ground, his expression frozen on his face. He felt a jolt in his heart, “Grandfather?” If it were some scholarly lines, Meng Laoyezi wouldn’t be adept at it, and he wouldn’t discern the changes in singing style. However, this section of Tai Ping lyrics, no matter how muddled he had become, he would never forget! Because this part was written by his senior brother based on the play “Wang Qing Yu,” originally he was the only one in Huaxia who could sing it. Later, in the new society, the lyrics and style were changed once, and now across Huaxia, everyone sings this section with the new lyrics and new style. Yet that person sang the old lyrics. From text to singing style, nothing was unlike… nothing was unlike his senior brother!! No matter how many years passed, he had never forgotten that his senior brother used to lull him to sleep while writing lyrics by the lamp, teaching him to sing word by word. “Grandfather?” “Old Master?!
