The broadsword struck down with a roar, and Yue Yun shouted, "Oh no!" If you want to know what happened next, let’s listen to the next episode. Occasionally, Liu Lanfang’s voice came from the radio, commenting on the biography of Yue Fei. This sonorous, powerful, and ups and downs voice was so familiar. Listening to it reminded me of my childhood. Infinite memories.

In the 1970s, our country was in a period of extreme material poverty. Many families could not solve the problem of food and clothing, let alone books and novels to read. Even getting a comic book was like a treasure. . The Four Great Classics and National Heroes were all things I only came into contact with after listening to storytelling. At that time, the popular broadcasts on the Central People's Broadcasting Station included The Romance of the Three Kingdoms by Yuan Kuocheng, Water Margin and The Romance of the Gods by Shan Tianfang, and The Legend of Yue Fei by Liu Lanfang. The Yang Family General fascinated us the most. Listening to storytelling made me get to know Cao Cao, Liu Bei, Sun Quan, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, Yue Fei and Yue Yun. I learned about loyalty to the emperor and serving the country, chivalry and courage, and understanding of good and evil, beauty and ugliness. Storytelling is like a huge magnet that attracts us.

I remember that storytelling started broadcasting at about 5:30 pm every day. At that time, the adults could not go home from work, so naturally there was no dinner to eat. We rushed to the village with an empty stomach (loudspeaker), a village with a population of several thousand. , there are only three such large loudspeakers, scattered in three corners of the village. These loudspeakers are mainly used to inform the village of major events and minor events. They also play radio programs. Remember, there are news and newspaper excerpts, small loudspeaker children's programs, and the most attractive Ours is a storytelling network. My house was too far away from the loudspeaker and I couldn't hear it clearly, so I had to run to the big loudspeaker, sit on a picked brick or stone, hold my knees with both hands, look at the big loudspeaker with my head held high, and wait quietly. , when Liu Lanfang's voice sounded in my ears, I felt that I was the happiest child in the world. We listened with relish and thought about it obsessively. Each vivid story and each vivid hero seemed to come from the big speaker. As if it were jumping out of our mouths, our little hearts rose and fell with the storytelling plot. Sometimes we clenched our fists nervously, and we all shed tears when we heard that Yue Fei Feng Boting was killed. When we heard the golden soldiers running away with their heads in their arms, we couldn't help but applaud. The last thing we want to hear is what happened next time. We can't wait to hear it all in one day. The storytelling ended at a wonderful juncture, and we were still immersed in the storyline. Only when we woke up did we realize that dozens of children had gathered under the loudspeaker, all like me hugging my knees and holding their heads high.

Sometimes for some unknown reason, the loudspeaker did not sound or play. We raised our necks and straightened our necks like a rooster crowing, waiting for the dawn of a miracle, but there was still no sound. The feeling of annoyance and The loss was worse than not being able to eat white flour steamed buns. Someone called out to Carpenter Chen’s house to listen, so we ran as fast as we could to Carpenter Chen’s house at the head of the village. Carpenter Chen’s house had a radio, and it seemed that the whole village had one at that time. There are only three or four families with such valuable things. Either his father is a worker in the mines or works in the city. Carpenter Chen is a retired worker. His son in Shanghai bought him a radio. It was not big, about the size of a radio. It's about the size of a brick, but the sound quality is much better than a large speaker, and it's very clear. When we ran to his house, many children had gathered in his yard. The radio was placed on a long table in the house. So we wanted to squeeze in to hear it better, but we encountered opposition and had to squat down. On the periphery, crane your neck to listen. I remember that Carpenter Chen was a kind-hearted old man, very easy-going, and he took special care of the children who came to listen to storytelling. He tried to turn up the volume as much as possible and sometimes provided a small bench, which made us very grateful. However, his wife didn’t have the patience to serve us. Thinking about it, there were so many children at home every day, and no one could bear it. But we didn’t understand it at the time, so we secretly nicknamed her Lao Papi. Anyone who stops us from listening to storytelling is our enemy. I thought so at that time. Sometimes she would chase us away, and we would leave in anger, but the storytelling on the radio was like countless ropes pulling us, and we would often shamelessly lie on the wall of her house to listen to it. In comparison, listening to books under the public loudspeaker felt more confident and free, so we had no choice but to go to Carpenter Chen's house.

In addition to being hungry, sometimes you have to pay a price for listening to storytelling. If you forget or fail to take good care of your younger siblings, or come to listen to storytelling without boiling water and cooking potato rice, you will probably be beaten or scolded. . But none of this can stop our desire to listen to storytelling.

I am very fortunate that a single medium and limited materials have made our childhood simpler, and these famous storytelling novels nourish our young innocence, allowing us to distinguish right from wrong, beauty and ugliness, and know loyalty through the ages. . Look at today, with diverse cultures, a mixed bag of good and bad, good and bad, it is easy for children to get confused and go astray.

Two flowers bloom, one on each side. There are hidden meanings in the book and listen to the explanation in the next chapter - the familiar voice of storytelling has long been integrated into the river of our childhood and continues to flow to this day.