We haven’t reached the theater that the director mentioned yet.
A few people had already heard the sound of singing.
"Wow, I heard the voice of opera singers. This singing is really good!" Song Nanchen joked in a lively manner.
Little Fubao raised his head and looked at Sang Mizhou, asking him: "Brother, what is opera singing?"
Sang Mizhou was thinking about how to explain to her.
Ji Xiaoheng on the side spoke first: "Singing opera is a culture that has been handed down from ancient times in our country, including dialogue, martial arts, singing and other forms of opera performing arts. Although it no longer conforms to the popular trend, the most important thing is the inheritance of culture.
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Ji Xiaoheng finished a paragraph.
All the people stopped chatting and looked in his direction.
There was a little surprise, appreciation and admiration in his eyes.
Song Nanchen even joked directly: "Mr. Ji, your son is amazing. That's very good to say."
Ji Yucheng was very proud in his heart, but he still pretended to be very humble on his face: "No, no, he likes to read some books when he has nothing to do, and he only has a little understanding of them."
Little Fubao's eyes were shining brightly.
Although he couldn't quite understand what he was saying, it was very powerful once he heard it!
"Brother Duole, you are so awesome and know so much!"
Ji Xiaoheng: "..."
[Duole’s idea of continuing traditional culture is very good! How much ancient culture has been lost now is because modern people don’t pay attention to it. 】
[That’s right, ancient culture has gone through a long history and has been passed down to this day. It should be remembered by people rather than forgotten by people.]
[These are the crystallization of the wisdom of ancient people and a portrayal of history. Although we cannot develop towards the past, history does not allow us to forget it. 】
Ji Yucheng felt his son's hand tighten and knew that he was shy and nervous.
It was really the right choice to bring him on the show.
In order to facilitate filming, the program team directly booked the entire theater. After all, there are several financial backers and fathers investing behind them, so they are not afraid of insufficient funds.
The theater owner had already removed all the tables and chairs in the lobby, and only placed an extra-long table near the front of the stage, which was large enough for everyone to sit down.
Sang Mizhou took little Fubao and found a random seat and sat down.
Ji Xiaoheng followed closely behind, pulling Ji Yucheng to sit down on the other side of Xiao Fubao.
Sang Mizhou: "..." You move very quickly.
Wait until everyone is seated.
The director just sat down alone at a single table next to him.
"I have called you here today, firstly, to celebrate that the ratings of the first episode of our program have reached the highest ever, and secondly, to relax you. Everyone has worked hard this week, and now it's time to serve."
A row of waiters dressed in red came up carrying plates of exquisite dishes and placed them in front of them.
Just smelling the fragrance makes little Fubao's mouth water.
Ji Xiaoheng smiled helplessly and silently pushed the tissue in his hand to her.
He whispered a reminder: "Wipe the saliva from the corner of your mouth."
There was a hint of smile in his words that was almost imperceptible.
Only then did Xiao Fubao come to his senses and found that he was drooling again. He hurriedly picked up a tissue and wiped the corners of his mouth.
There was a low laughter in my ears.
Ji Xiaoheng's eyebrows were slightly curved, and his light-colored pupils were less inhumane and more smiling.
Not like ridicule, but like the kind of laughter that comes from the heart when you see something funny.