Liu Quan Hai recounted the events of last night, revealing his admiration, “Although he’s a Hai Qing (without formal apprenticeship), it’s truly rare! I want to take him to meet the old man, let the old man evaluate how he sings Zi Di Shu!” Meng Jingyuan sighed and said, “I was just about to tell you, grandpa’s condition has been unstable lately, he can’t get out of bed, and is currently resting, unable to receive guests.” Liu Quan Hai’s smile immediately faded. At that age, having suffered hardships in his youth, illness was inevitable in old age; he could only send his regards and hope the old man took care of his health. Meng Jingyuan then inquired about Qi Shejiang, as he was quite curious about this person’s background. Hearing that Liu Quan Hai would bring someone to the theater opened by his disciple, he asked about the schedule and decided to go see. The next day, Meng Jingyuan visited the old man and saw he seemed in good spirits, so he softly mentioned this person. Old Mr. Meng’s expression brightened, “Then you must find him and strive to preserve Zi Di Shu; it’s a precious traditional art, many percussion pieces originated from here.” “I will, Grandpa.” Meng Jingyuan quickly helped him ease his breathing. Old Mr. Meng lay in bed, half-asleep and half-awake.
Zi Di Shu, my senior brother could also sing it while wiping his face, he practiced the tunes. But since we got separated, I never saw him again until many years later knowing that he had passed away. So, I thought the last inheritance of Zi Di Shu had been buried along with him… So good, it turns out Zi Di Shu is still alive.
