Both folk music and wooden bamboo products are quite suitable, but to be honest, this kind of long bench appears on the stage is still a little abrupt, especially its purpose is obviously not to sit in person, but to be placed in front of a white-haired old man.

If you look closely, it is not difficult to find that the old man with white hair is surrounded by four equally young teachers. The four of them are holding far more than four musical instruments, which are faintly integrated and have to contract a troupe to see the visual sense of the instant.

Noting Zhou Nan's gaze, Zheng Dao enthusiastically introduced, "We have a wide variety of folk songs in Xishan, such as Ziyang folk songs, Puyang folk songs, etc., which have been included in our national intangible cultural heritage list... You are more curious about that bench. In fact, it can be regarded as a percussion instrument and a major feature of our Huayin old tune."

At the edge of the stage, five old men smiled kindly and nodded reservedly to the two in the middle.

Without waiting for Zhou Nan to ask, Director Zheng was about to introduce him. After all, nine out of ten people he met had never heard of, and one was particularly confused.

I don’t want Zhou Nan’s natural expression, “I have always liked the operas in Guanzhong, either atmospheric or tactful, so I don’t need to mention Qin Opera, as well as the Heyang line opera performed by Meihu and folk artists, of course, also include the old Huayin opera, which has a sonorous and powerful voice, a passionate and bold singing style, and is a model of masculine folk music, and a hymn of the heroic spirit of northern men.”

All the artists on the stage, including Director Zheng, were stunned when they heard this. Isn’t it because they did their homework before coming? Ignoring those “praises”, many dramas cannot be said by just pulling a single person.

"I am just laughing at you," Director Zheng smiled ashamed. Thinking about the other party's family background, he felt relieved. This is the quality that an artist should have.

"No, thank you, you didn't ask again. In fact, that's all I know," Zhou Nan bowed and said "truely".

Director Zheng, "..." Please pretend he hasn't thought about it.

"Hahaha..."

As he was laughing, the awkward atmosphere that was filled with the air at the beginning gradually disappeared. Although he was still an "outsider", he was no longer as abrupt as when he first arrived.

Since the psychological bonus, Zhou Nan felt that this "society disease" has become more and more obvious. At least when facing people on such a stage, not only does not feel any tension but also can control the scene in an orderly manner. You said that you had to be so stable at the hero and model report meeting, what is the loss of manuscripts? A short composition of three thousand words is arranged in minutes.

Director Zheng didn't know that the person on the other side was so uncontrollable, and time didn't wait for anyone, so he returned to the topic again, "Teacher Zhou, why don't we come to your song "Sing a Mountain Song for D"? The leaders in the hall are willing to start your show, and this song just echoes the last song "Don't Forget the Original Intention".

People must have a good intention. In addition to the meaning, this song "Sing a Mountain Song to D" is also a common face-scanning song for various institutional activities and art performances. Everyone is an experienced old artist. If you choose this song, you can take shape without having to rehearse the program.

But? Yes, there is a but. But in this folk song festival in Xishan, let’s go up to sing a folk song in style. Although others may not say anything, we can’t erase this face, let alone he already has ideas.

"Your opinion is very good, but I have a more suitable work," I apologized and smiled at Director Zheng, and Zhou Nan walked towards the bench... The white-haired old man behind, "Old sir, are you your surname?"

The old man was stunned and hurriedly got up, "What's the expensive thing? Well, you're called Zhang He."

"Mr. Zhang, I don't know if I'm lucky to work with you," Zhou Nan stretched out half of his hand and stopped without any trace. Wow, looking at his white hair and beard, the old man was very tough and could not use any support at all.

Cooperation? Zhang He thought he had heard it wrong, so he exaggeratedly slid his ears and said unbelievablely, "How about your baby, our Huayin old accent?"

A pure suspicious sentence without any malice.

Zhou Nan's answer was not at all humid, "I dare not say I can, you have to take it with me."

He dared to guarantee that one person in the audience would count. He had the question of Mr. Zhang in his heart, but it would be rare to ask questions.

The 800-mile Qinchuan is mostly majestic and magnificent, and it is necessary to have less twists and turns to have the momentum of "screaming"!

Yes, when he saw the bench, what sounded in his mind was the song "Huayin Old Calligraphy"!

"Teacher Zhou, you are too modest. Who doesn't know your artistic attainment has reached the pinnacle and the classic songs he created." The old man with white hair didn't realize anything. Instead, Director Zheng hurriedly stepped forward and said, "But our rehearsal time is limited, why don't you be more cautious? Of course, I definitely don't doubt your work..."

You have to listen to this invertedly. Zhou Nanduo was "understandable" and immediately said, "Natural and natural. You can't delay the subsequent rehearsal and overall performance for me. This way, Director Zheng, give me and Mr. Zhang half an hour. After you get together, you feel it will be successful. If you don't, you will still have the song "Sing a Mountain Song to D."

Hey, this kid is a little stubborn.

Director Zheng knew that Zhou Nan could only listen halfway, because the other party was clearly heading straight to the new song. With his current "starship in the world", he did not give him any chance to choose. But what can be produced in half an hour? A mature song may not be enough, let alone a new song that has never been released?

At first glance, it sounds a bit whimsical, but Zhou Nan is a little sure.

You should know that those who can be on this stage are all representatives of the various dramas in Xishan and the professional level is absolutely unexplainable. But when we reach a certain level, we should not say that we can understand all the laws. Anyway, there is absolutely no problem of improvisation "accompaniment" in improvisation, let alone we can't talk about improvisation.

Director Zheng waved his hands repeatedly, "I didn't mean that, I didn't mean that."

This... I still have to continue to listen in a bit. To be honest, I can't blame others. If it weren't for the "plug-ins", Zhou Nan himself could not easily believe this situation. He hasn't been to Xishan before, but the number of times is limited. He suddenly wrote a folk song with a strong local flavor. Who would believe it?

Even though Zhou Nan is a "famous actor", most of the doubtful eyes on the stage still account for most of them, although most people can hide it easily.

Just then, a voice suddenly came from the stage, "I am looking forward to Teacher Zhou's new song."

Hey, anyone really believes it?

Director Zheng went to the audience and saw that he was not standing firmly. When did the leader in the hall actually come to the scene in person? No one would have a good time with him in advance!
Chapter completed!