Looking for the story of an old blind man playing the erhu with a blind apprentice and breaking 1000 strings to get the secret cure.

There are two blind people walking in the vast desolate Shan Ye, one old and one young, tandem, two black-haired straw hats ups and downs, rushing endlessly, as if drifting with a restless river. It doesn't matter where you come from or where you go. Everyone holds a lyre and tells stories for a living. Fiona Fang is in the mountains hundreds of thousands of miles away, with numerous peaks, criss-crossing ravines and sparsely populated. It will take a day to see an open field and several villages. A pair of pheasants will fly in the wild grass at any time, and a rabbit, fox or other small wild animals will jump out. Eagles often hover in the valley. There is no shadow in the silent mountain, and the sun is burning. "Hold three black boys in your hands," the old blind man shouted, echoing in the mountains. "I have it in my hand." The little blind man replied. "Worry about three black boy was wet with sweat. Play ribs when you get wet at night? "I have it in my hand." Young and old are shirtless, each carrying a stick to explore the road, and the coarse unlined upper garment wrapped around the waist has been soaked with sweat. The fallen loess is suffocating. This is the peak season for storytelling. In Tianchang, people in the village don't stay at home after dinner. Some people don't have dinner at home either. They take the bowls to the roadside or in the yard. The old blind man wants to read more books. He leads the little blind man from village to village and talks night after night during the hot season. The old blind man is getting more and more nervous and excited every day. He knows in his heart that the day when the thousand strings are broken is in this summer, and it may be in the wild sheep depression ahead. The sun, which had been grumpy all day, calmed down and the light began to become deep. The cicada singing near and far has also eased a lot. "Boy! Can't you walk faster? " The old blind man shouted in front, without turning back or slowing down. The little blind man ran a few steps, and a big bag hanging on his ass clanged, a few feet away from the old blind man. "Wild pigeons are flying into the nest." "What?" The little blind man took a few more steps. "I said that the wild pigeons have returned to their nests, so don't go!" "Oh." "You are fiddling with my electric box again." "Alas! The ghost is moving. " "That earphone is going to break you." "The ghost is moving!" The old blind man laughed and said, How many days did your boy live? "I can hear ants fighting," said the old blind man. The little blind man stopped arguing, quietly stuffed his headphones into his satchel, and walked gloomily behind Master. Endless boring road. After walking for a while, the little blind man heard a badger gnawing crops in the field, so he tried to bark like a dog. The badger rolled and crawled away, and he felt a little happy. He hummed a few minor notes, brother and sister's. The owner wouldn't let him have a dog, for fear of being bullied by the dogs in the village, and also afraid of bullying other people's dogs and delaying business. After walking for a while, the little blind man heard a snake swimming not far away, bent down and touched a stone and cut it off. "Hua!" A sorghum leaf rang. The old blind man felt a little sorry for him, so he stopped to wait for him. "All snakes except badgers," said the little blind man quickly, fearing that his master would scold him. "With farmland, it is not far away." The old blind man handed his apprentice a kettle. "People who do our business are always walking," the old blind man said again. "Tired?" The little blind man didn't answer, knowing that the master hated him for being tired. "My master just cause? It is your master who is wronged. He has been running around all his life and hasn't played enough strings yet. " Hearing that Master was in a good mood, the little blind man asked, "What is a green chair?" "What? Oh, it must be a chair. " "What about the winding oil wolf (veranda)?" "Oil Wolf? What oil wolf? " "tortuous oil wolf." I don't know. "It's in the box." "Do you like to listen to those things. What's the use of listening to those things? There are many good things in the world, what does it have to do with us? " "I haven't heard you say anything that has anything to do with us." The little blind man emphasized the word "you". "Jean! Three black boys! Your father asked you to come with me so that you can play the three black boys well and learn to tell stories. " The little blind man drank the water on purpose. On the road again, the little blind man walked in front. Mountain shadows spread out in the valley. The terrain is gradually flat and open. At the end of the village, the old blind man stopped the little blind man and found a Koizumi eye at the foot of the shady mountain. Fine spring water emerged from the crevices of the stone and dripped down, accumulating into a small depression as big as a washbasin. Weeds grow luxuriantly around, and water flows out for tens of meters and is absorbed by thirsty land. "Come and wash your smelly sweat." The little blind man pushed aside the weeds and squatted by the puddle, still thinking about the "tortuous oil wolf". "All washed up. You must look like a little beggar. " "So you're not an old beggar?" The little blind man put his hand into the water and giggled. The old blind man smiled and threw water on his face with his hand. "But we are not beggars, we have skills." "We seem to have been to this place." The little blind man listened to what was going on around him. "But your mind is not always learning. You are too savage. You never listen to what old people say. " "We must have been here." "Don't interrupt! Your three-string bullet is still far away. As my master told me, my life depends on these strings. " The spring water is cold. The little blind man's brother and sister are humming. The old blind man was very angry. "Did you hear what I said?" "My life is tied to these strings, as your master and I touts said. I've heard it 800 times. Your master also left you a prescription. You have to break a thousand threads to catch the medicine. Take the medicine and you can see things. I've heard you say it a thousand times. " "You don't believe it?" The little blind man didn't answer directly and said, "Why do you have to break a thousand strings to catch the medicine?" "That's YaoYinZi. Smart guy, you have to have a drug primer to take medicine! " "A thousand broken strings are not easy to handle?" The little blind man couldn't help laughing. "What a smile! How much do you think you know? It really takes a bullet to break one by one. " The little blind man was silent. He heard that Master was going to be angry again. It's always like this, and master can't tolerate doubts about it. The old blind man said nothing and seemed a little excited. His hands are on his knees, and his eyes are like two bones, facing the sky, as if remembering broken strings one by one. How many years have you been looking forward to it, thought the old blind man, fifty years! How many mountains have I climbed, how many miles have I walked, how many times I have basked in the sun, how many times I have been frozen, and how many grievances I have suffered. After playing night after night, I always remember that it is really an effort to break it step by step. I'm looking forward to it now, and I'll never get out this summer. The old blind man knows that there is nothing fatal to him, and it is no problem to live through this summer. "I am luckier than my master," he said. "My master didn't open his eyes once." "Cough! I know where this place is! " The little blind man suddenly cried. The old blind man moved, grabbed his piano and shook it. The folded paper made a slight noise when it touched the snakeskin, and the prescription was in the piano groove. "Master, isn't this Yeyangling?" Asked the little blind man. The old blind man ignored him and recognized that the boy was unstable again. "The wild sheep's nest is just ahead, right, master?" "Son, come and help me wipe my back," said the old blind man, bending his bow-like back towards him. "Is it the Wild Sheep Cave, Master?" "yes! Why? Stop acting like a cat. " The little blind man thumped in his heart and honestly wiped his back. The old blind man felt that he was rubbing hard. "What's wrong with wild sheep depression? Stop barking like a donkey. " The little blind man was guilty and didn't say anything to keep himself excited. "What do you want? Don't think I don't know what you think. " "What's the matter, me?" "What's the matter with you? Were you crazy enough last time you were here? What good goods is that Nizi! " The old blind man thought, maybe he shouldn't be taken to Yang Ye Depression again. However, Ye Yangao is a big village, and its business is good every year, and it can be said for more than half a month. The old blind man hoped that he could break the last few ropes at once. The little blind man muttered something to himself, but his heart was on cloud nine, thinking about the piercing and emaciated young man in the wild sheep's depression. "Listen to me, it won't hurt you," said the old blind man. "That's not reliable." "What is it?" "Little loquacious with me. You know what I'm talking about. " "I haven't heard what you said is reliable." The little blind man laughed secretly again. The old blind man ignored him and looked at heaven with skinny eyes. Where the sun is turning into a pool of blood. The backs on both sides are mountain-like yellow brown. An old bony building looks like a bare cornerstone at the foot of the mountain. The other one is young. The old blind man is seventy years old, and the little blind man is only seventeen. When the little blind man was fourteen years old, his father sent him to the old blind man to learn some books in his life and have a good skill, so that he can live alone in the world in the future. The old blind man has been telling stories for more than fifty years. People in this remote and desolate mountain know him: his hair turns white day by day, his back turns into a camel day by day, and he travels around the world with a lyre on his back every month. Whenever he is willing to pay, he fiddles with the strings and sings all night, bringing joy to the lonely mountain village. It often begins with the words: "Since Pangu divided heaven and earth, there have been kings who ruled the world, but there have been no kings who harmed the people. Play the lyre gently, and slowly stop talking about songs. 3,700 songs, I don't know which one is touching. " So all the people who listened to the book cried. The old wanted to hear Yong Dong sell herself to bury her father, the young wanted to hear Wu Erlang's nocturnal centipede ridge, and the women wanted to hear Qin Xianglian. This is the most satisfying moment for the old blind man. He forgot all the fatigue and loneliness, took a few sips of water without hesitation. When everyone was clamoring, he pulled the strings tightly for a while and sang "Today, I don't sing others, just look at my son Luo Cheng." Or: "Drinking tea and smoking, singing Meng Jiangnv who cried down the Great Wall." The whole audience was suddenly silent, and the old blind man sank into the book he said. He will. There are countless old books. He also has an electric box, which is said to be bought at a high price from a person outside the mountain in order to learn some new words and make up some new songs. In fact, the villagers don't care much about what he says and sings. Everyone praised his three-stringed piano for its exquisiteness, light and long, fluttering and crazy, where there are the sun and the moon in the sky and the creatures on the earth. The voice of the old blind man can learn all the voices in the world, including men, women, wind and rain, crying of animals and singing of birds. I wonder what he can see in his head. He was born blind and never saw the world. Little blind man has seen the world, but it's only been three years, and he was still ignorant at that time. He has little interest in telling stories and playing the piano. When his father sent him here, he tried his best to talk about it, saying that he had been coaxed and cheated. In the end, it was better to say that the electric box kept him. He was so absorbed in the electric box that he didn't even notice when his father left. This magical box will always fascinate him. Distant places and strange things make him fantasize endlessly. Use three years of hazy memory to supplement the colors and images of everything, such as the sea. The box says the blue sky is like the sea. He remembers the blue sky, so he imagines going out to sea. The box said that the sea was boundless water, and he remembered the water in the pot, so he imagined that the water pots were lined up all over the sky. Another example is a beautiful girl, who said in the box that it was like a blooming flower. He really doesn't believe it. When his mother's spiritual fulcrum was carried to the distant mountain, the road was full of wild flowers, which he would never remember, but he never wanted to think about. But he is willing to think about girls, and he is more and more willing to think about them, especially the shrill young man in Ye Yangaoli, who always makes waves in his heart. It was not until "Girls' Eyes Are Like the Sun" was sung in a box that he found a suitable image and remembered his mother coming to him in the red sunset. In fact, everyone guesses the infinite unknown according to their own knowledge and sketches the world with their own feelings. Everyone's world is different. There are always some things that little blind people can't imagine, such as "winding oil wolf" That night, the little blind man told the master a book in the wild eye, and heard the young man standing not far from him screaming and laughing. The book was about to hit the nail on the head-"McCullough went back to the horse to play, and Su Dingfang boldly pushed again. Su Lie's broadsword is like running water, his spear is like a cloud, his dragon hangs on the sea, and his tiger fights for the deep forest. After playing for seven days and seven nights, McCullough's green tea lost his lips ... "The old blind bullet piano was like a storm, and every word sang sonorous. The little blind man is mentally confused with those who have been lost for a long time ... There is a small temple on Yeyangling, two miles away from Yeyanggao Village, where the master and apprentice live. The stone wall has been broken, and several small halls are askew and riddled with holes. Only the middle one can shelter from the wind and rain, probably because there are still gods enshrined in this one. The three clay sculptures have already faded all the earthly ornaments and restored their original colors in the loess, and they can't recognize the Buddha or the Tao. Outside the yard, the roof and walls are covered with wild vines and weeds, full of vitality. Every time the old blind man goes back to Ye Yangao to tell stories, he lives here, and he doesn't want money for the house or make trouble. This is the second time that the little blind man has lived here. It's too late for this book to disappear. The old blind man settled his luggage in the main hall, and the little blind man made a fire and boiled water under the eaves of the side hall. The stove made last year can be used with a little trimming. The little blind man blew his ass on fire, but the straw didn't work, making the yard cough in circles. The old blind man counted him in the main hall: "I see what you have." "The firewood is wet." "I didn't say that. I am talking about your piano. What did you play tonight? " The little blind man dare not take this conversation. He took a few breaths, knelt by the fire, puffed his cheeks and blew hard. "If you don't want to do this, I will send a message to your father to bring you back as soon as possible. It's no good fighting with cats and dogs all the time. You have to go home and make trouble. " The little blind man coughed and jumped out of the kitchen fire. He jumped to the other side of the yard in a few steps, breathing and cursing. "What are you talking about?" "I scold this fire." "Did you blow the fire like that?" "Then how to blow?" "How to blow? Hum, "the old blind man paused, and then said," Think of this stove fire as the face of that tit! " The little blind man didn't dare to answer again, so he knelt in front of the stove fire and blew it again, thinking, really, I really don't know what Lan Xiuer's face looks like. The squeaky little girl is called Lan Xiuer. "If that is Steve's face, I think you can blow it off without teaching," said the old blind man. The little blind man smiled, and the more he laughed, the more he coughed. "What are you laughing at!" "Did you blow Nizi's face?" The old blind man couldn't speak for a moment. The little blind man sat on the ground and laughed. "Damn it," the old blind man scolded, smiled, then changed his face and stopped talking. There was a sound of "Teng" in the stove chamber, and the fire was booming. The little blind man went to add firewood again, thinking of Lan Xiuer. As soon as the book was scattered, Lan Xiuer squeezed in front of him and whispered, "Hey, what did you promise me last time?" Master is nearby, and he dare not say anything. The crowd gathered around and then pushed Lan Xiuer to his side. "Hey, did you eat boiled eggs for nothing last time?" Lan Xiuer said that her voice was louder than last time. At this time, Master was busy chatting with some old people. He quickly said, "Shh-I remember." Lan Xiuer lowered her voice again: "You promised to listen to the electric box, but you haven't listened yet." "Shh-I remember." Fortunately, it was noisy. There was no movement in the hall for a long time. After that, the piano rang and the old blind man put on a new string. He should be very happy. On his first night in Yeyanggao, he broke another string. But the sound of the piano is low and chaotic. The little blind man gradually recognized the wrong sound of the piano and shouted in the yard, "The water is boiling, master." No one answered. The sound of the piano was tight for a while. The little blind man brought in a pot of hot water and put it in front of the master. He smiled and said, "What do you want to break again tonight?" The old blind man didn't hear. At the moment, his own past is in his heart, and the piano is restless, like the wind and rain in the wilderness every year, like the stream flowing day and night in the valley, like the footsteps rushing around. The little blind man was a little scared: Master hasn't done this for a long time. In this way, Master will get sick, have a headache, feel sad and ache all over, and can't get up on the kang for several months. "Master, please wash your feet first." The piano has been playing. "Master, you should wash your feet." The little blind man's voice trembled. The piano has been playing. "Master!" The piano came to a screeching halt and the old blind man sighed. The little blind man was relieved. The old blind man washes his feet, and the little blind man sits beside him. "Go to sleep," said the old blind man. "It's been a long day." "What about you?" "You sleep first, I have to soak my feet. There are many problems when people are old. " The old blind man deliberately made it easy. "I'll wait for you to sleep together." The mountains are quiet at night. As long as there is a little wind, the grass on the wall will ring. Night owls wail in the distance. I can hear the occasional barking from the wild sheep's pit, which makes the children cry again. The moon rose, and white light entered the temple through the broken window lattice, and saw two blind people and three statues. "Why wait for me? It's getting late. " "Don't worry about me, I'm nothing," the old blind man said again. "Did you hear that, son?" The little blind man is young after all and has fallen asleep. The old blind man pushed him to lie down, and he mumbled a few words and fell asleep. When the old blind man tucked him in, he realized from his growing muscles that it must be hard for children to think about those things when they are old enough. Alas, no one can replace anyone in this matter. The old blind man held the piano in his arms again, stroking the taut strings, and said to himself, Another one is broken, another one is broken. Shake the piano groove again, and there is slight friction between paper and snakeskin. This is the only thing that can solve his troubles. A lifelong wish.