Ancient city suite hotel

Gaolaozhuang Qin Xiang

Author Zhang Wenji Characters: Tang Priest, the Monkey King, Pig Bajie, Pig, Friar Sand, Miss Gao, Big Brother Gao and Big Sister Gao.

Time: crossing

Venue: Gaolaozhuang

Tang Priest: Four of us, Master and Apprentice, came to Gaolaozhuang after a hard day's work. Seeing that it was getting late and there were no temples and hotels nearby, I had to find a large family to make do for the night. Disciples, get to know it first.

Sun Hezhu: Yes! According to the newspaper, there is a foreign family in front, the richest man in Gaolaozhuang. The house is quite spacious, but it's a bit unlucky.

Tang Priest: Tell the teacher what is unlucky.

The Monkey King: Mr. Gao suffers from cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases. He went to the hospital for heart bypass surgery the day before yesterday and failed. He just passed away. Now the eldest son Gao is in charge at home.

Pig Bajie: Uh-huh, Master, there are two dolls in his house, which are very ostentatious. W was betrothed to a scholar, a rural hukou, and now he is studying in Wuhan. I think it will turn yellow sooner or later. ...

Tang Priest: Cut the crap and mind other people's business. Besides, where we become monks, we still have to avoid the dead. Get the door.

Z: yes! Is there anyone in the room? Open the door. Our boss wants to talk to you about something.

G: Why are you yelling? Coming, coming, coming. (Gao Jia appears) Who am I talking about? These guys are really handsome.

Sun Hezhu: Does it look good? (glaring)

Tall: No, no, it's just that the beauty is not so obvious.

Sun and Pig: That's more like it.

G: (Facing the Tang Priest) This elder is quite kind. Which of you is the leader?

Tang Priest: I am a poor monk.

Gao Da: Excuse me, are you here to sell products or to travel with a group?

Tang Priest: No, we just saw that it was getting late on the way westbound and wanted to spend the night at your house.

Tall: That's no problem. There are plenty of rooms, but I'm afraid you are selling products. At that time, all the hype can be ignited, just waiting for the swindlers to slip away immediately.

Gao Xi: Hey! Don't stare at my little sister, that big-eared brother. My sister is two children in the theater-they have families. Before he died, he had betrothed her to the village chief Wang's second egg. He is now studying for a doctorate in Wuhan, saying that he got married after graduation, but now he just died. ...

Pig Bajie: Good looks are for people to see. How can it look good without looking?

G: Brother Pig, calm down. Daughter-in-law, I don't like you saying this in front of outsiders. Isn't it me when the old man is gone? Little sister's marriage is my call.

Miss Gao: Stop arguing. What age is it now? You're still arranging marriage. I'll make my own decision.

G: It's backwards (to the daughter-in-law). Call Er Dan quickly and ask him to come back early. When he didn't come back, his daughter-in-law ran away with someone.

Gao Xi: What are you calling? I sent him a WeChat, made a direct video call, and then flew back from Wuhan by Didi Downwind.

Tall: OK, OK, use whatever you want. Tell him to hurry.

Two eggs: Speak of the devil. I'm going too.

Gundam: Why so fast? Tell me how Fan came back.

Two eggs: I received a phone call from my sister-in-law on WeChat, thinking that my daughter-in-law is in such a hurry to come back soon. It is said that high-speed rail is fast. When I asked, Xiangyang had not yet passed the high-speed train, and the train took two hours. Didi is a bit expensive, and the key time is still wasted. I heard that someone wanted missiles, so I ran home with them. No, I will be home in a few minutes.

G: It seems that he is still very naughty.

Gao Daughter-in-law: Stop talking nonsense and talk about my sister's marriage.

G: Yes, sister, Er Dan is back. Speak for yourself.

Miss Gao: Er Dan, do you have a car?

Two eggs: No.

Miss Gao: Do you have a room?

Two eggs: the house price in Wuhan doubles every day, and the house price in Xiangyang and Jin Dong will soon catch up with Tokyo in half a year. How can I afford it?

Miss Gao: No car, no room, neither hardware. Do you want me to suffer with you?

Erdan: But I have a degree. When I graduate from school, I will get a doctorate.

Miss: Then I'll just have to wait to be a yellow-faced woman.

Pig Bajie: Brother Er Dan, let me give you some advice. Don't you have to have children now, even if you don't want a house or a car? How can you support your wife and children without money? How hard it is for parents to give up on you, but it is even harder to give up on a child in the future. If you lose at the starting line, you will never see the finish line. I think my old pig, since he became a civil servant, has helped the rich to invest and finance and done some intermediary business. Although it is not as economically as Ma Yun, it can be regarded as infinite scenery. Didn't you hear the online survey that the ideal marriage partner for girls now is my old pig?

Two eggs: It seems that all the girls in our school say that they would rather cry on a BMW than suffer on a bicycle.

Pig Bajie: Yes, both babies are very realistic now. Tell you what, brother, I can sponsor you to buy a suite in Wuhan Optics Valley. After graduation, you will stay in Wuhan as the provincial capital, but your marriage with Miss Gao will end here.

Er Dan: This ... sounds like it. A white house is enough for me to struggle less for two lives. Well, everyone lacks ambition, that's all. (Bow your head and walk away)

Miss Gao: What this big brother said is reasonable. Being a man, the most important thing is to be happy. This big brother looks a little awkward, but his family is relatively well-off, considerate and gentle, and he loves his wife, so he feels more secure. My little daughter is willing to commit suicide, or I will go with my big brother tomorrow.

Tang Priest: This can never be done. Don't go out if you are filial. Besides, there are a group of monks with a beautiful young girl on the road. What should we do?

Pig Bajie: Master, master.

Tang Priest: Well, because of your love, I am willing to fall in love freely. Miss Gao will wait at home for a while, and when we get back from the scriptures, you will be full of filial piety. Then, you can get married. Please have fun with the brothers and sisters of Yazhu Bookstore and let the ordinary teacher preside over the wedding. The location is the railway hotel.

All: Good!

The applause is over-

? My name is Zhang Wenji, from Gucheng County, 75 years old, and I am a retired cadre of a large state-owned enterprise. When I was young, I had a hobby of literary creation. I remember that in high school, there were two compositions, Night War and Tide Shop, which reflected the work-study program, and Memorizing the Old in the New Year, which were exhibited in the school's "learning garden" for a long time. At that time, the teacher also said that they would be recommended to Xiangyang Daily. 1In the early spring of 963, I was drafted into the army and became a railway soldier. Our soldiers have a good cultural level. We have four or five high school students alone. Some of them are clerks, correspondents and health workers, and I am responsible for the blackboard newspaper of the whole company. Later, the company asked for weekly cultural and sports activities and monthly gatherings, and I became a director. Although the forms are simple, such as cross talk, allegro, counting to treasure, three sentences and a half, they can also enliven the atmosphere of company life. Because of the hard work of writing, I was specially approved and basically did not participate in the company's morning exercises.

Next, the troops entered the tense Jinggangshan forest road construction, and the conditions were very difficult. At that time, in order to boost morale, I often wrote some small poems and published them on the blackboard. Today, I still remember the contents of two poems: crossing the river after work, and the river roared with laughter. I asked Blackie what he was laughing at. Today, the task was overfulfilled again! Also: not afraid of the sun, not afraid of blood bubbles on your hands. Soldiers are not afraid of hardships in building roads, and hot sweat pours cold water.

During the Spring Festival that year, Huang 'ao built a highway and the troops organized a visit to Jinggangshan Revolutionary Holy Land. I listened carefully to the explanation, and after returning to the company, I wrote a short article entitled "Going to Jinggangshan again". I interspersed a few stories of the Red Army that I heard, and the plot was ups and downs and fascinating. Your comments are very touching. I remember the first few words: I was glad to join the army, but I didn't return home with a full load. Winter in Jiangxi has a unique style. In order to pave the way and climb the mountain, I kept the manuscript with a sense of the times for a long time. When I was studying in Mianyang Military Academy in Sichuan, I read to my alumni again at the party, and I was filled with a sense of accomplishment when I saw everyone's focused expressions. These should be regarded as the fiery marks left by a young soldier in the years of burning passion!

Later, after graduating from the military academy, I was assigned to the army and transferred to the Beijing-Yuan line to "help the left". As a professional soldier, I have no time to take care of this hobby.

I officially retired in 2002, but I still took advantage of my expertise to play the role of afterheat, participated in the work of the factory Committee for caring for the next generation, and participated in organizing the summer children's talent competition for three consecutive years, with the aim of guiding children to pay attention to appropriate and beneficial cultural and sports activities and avoiding the occurrence of safety accidents such as students going to Internet cafes and drowning.

Only in this way can I calm down and write something. Based on my father's dictation and my own experience, I wrote a biographical manuscript called "Family Affairs", with a time span of nearly 100 years and more than 40,000 words, which is a confession to future generations.

As for the shadow play that everyone saw in my hand, it was only an accidental opportunity. I was interested in a few pieces of shadow play handicrafts brought back by my children from a business trip to Shaanxi, so I thought about making props for performance equipment, practicing dubbing in household lighting, and wrote a short script according to the characters of shadow play, which is the two new journey to the west that everyone is watching now.

Although this is just a pleasure after retirement, I think I will play like a child even when I am old. If you make others look happy, you are the happiest.

-Little video-

I have been tidying up Jiangnan for a long time.

Hand-painted pictures are simple and white.

Looking back?

Begging you three to dream together.

Readers contribute beautiful Xiangyang to my home.

The manuscript was selected as the new biography of Journey to the West (the first scene)-a trip to Xiangyang.