At dawn the next day, the hotel is fine every day.
The little girl, who had slept all night, slowly got up from the soft bed, her long and soft hair in a mess.
She didn't care about her hair, she just pulled it and started to get out of bed to look for her father.
There is no father in the room, only my brother is still sleeping.
She doesn't know this place, not at all, and she doesn't know how she got here. Moreover, she had a dream last night that her father wanted to sell her and the dog.
It fits all of this now.
Just as I was about to become anxious and cry, suddenly the door opened and my father walked in.
I also have a lot of breakfast in my hand.
Noodle tea, gaba vegetables, soy milk, pancakes and fruit, old tofu, vegetarian rolls!
It’s almost too much to hold with both hands, and there are so many of them that I can’t even count them.
Because of this, Xixi, who was feeling uncomfortable, suddenly changed her face and became energetic, "Dad, what did you get?"
"Breakfast?"
"Xixi can't finish eating so much."
"It's a beautiful thought. Do you think it's all for you? I'll leave some for your mother, especially the pancakes and fruits." Qi Yuncheng put down the things he had on hand and opened the plastic bags and packing boxes one by one.
He didn't go shopping just now. He left his two children to go shopping. He couldn't rest assured. He didn't know what it would be like to wake up and see no one.
She just picked up the things Lan Lan bought in the corridor, and now she went to buy them again, saying that there were fewer people selling cakes.
There are many varieties of breakfast in Tianjin. Because of the variety, even having breakfast on ordinary days makes you feel happy.
But there are a lot of people buying, and the queue can be very long.
"Hurry up and ask your brother to get up and wash up, and then have breakfast."
"good."
At first, she felt insecure when she couldn't see her father. Xixi went to ask her brother to wash up together. After washing, Qi Yuncheng sat by the bed and simply touched the little girl's hair.
He is not good at doing hair, especially children whose hair is so soft, but fortunately he knows how to do basic styles.
After combing it, just take a cute hair tie and tie it up. When Lanlan comes back, you can style her hair again.
However, every time he did his daughter's hair, he felt deeply that he was becoming a father. He had never felt this way before.
"Master, I'm back."
Her hair had just been tied up, and Zhou Gulan was holding two plastic bags in his hands, one filled with cakes and the other filled with fruits.
The fruit is the one in the pancake fruit. It is similar in color to fried dough sticks, but it is very crispy and fragrant, and many people buy it.
So the four of us started eating.
The table is quickly filled with large and small dishes, just like a buffet, you can eat whatever you want.
Among them, soybean milk, fruits and cakes are Jingjing's favorites. Lan Lan points them to him.
"Dad, can Xixi still eat it in the future?"
"Hey, are you thinking about the future? Remember to bring something for your mother after eating. Your mother also likes it."
"Um."
Putting the things for her mother aside, Xixi patted them with her little hands and continued to eat them seriously.
After eating and resting for a while, a group of people started to return to Yanjing.
There was nothing else in the day after that.
Qi Yuncheng and Song Yi had only been back for a few days after filming. They basically played with their children, but they were still performing.
A business performance was held in Beijing Exhibition Center.
After the commercial performance, the master and apprentice performed drum music to sell tickets.
The ticket sales were very stable, but after several attempts, the tickets crashed and the tickets were gone.
Qi Yuncheng's reputation is very big, and the audience is not only in Tianjin, but also in other cities.
For this reason, two thousand seats is indeed a bit small.
It was very difficult to put it in the past.
Whichever place opens the show is basically occupied by people from that place.
Seeing that the tickets were sold out, both Qi Yuncheng and Zhou Gulan published a text thanking the audience for supporting the drum music. If no one supports the drum music, it will really not survive.
At the same time, the organizer also released a Weibo and poster promotion.
Mei Bo writes about two people, a master and a disciple, performing a performance and passing on folk art.
The poster is very nice. Qi Yuncheng is wearing an embroidered coat, and Lan Lan is wearing a blue and white porcelain cheongsam. The master and the apprentice are on the same cover and both hold drum instruments in their hands, showing that drum music is still very active.
Apart from them, next to them are the accompanist teacher and the supporting actors.
However, the two masters and apprentices need to be very conspicuous, as they are the protagonists after all.
Time passes gradually.
At the end of July, the Tianjin Deyun Society Drum Music Concert was finally ushered in. The show was very popular, with several Tianjin media stopping in early, and even some relevant local departments also gave some support.
It seems to be a personal act to praise Lanlan, but it has a certain promotion effect on Tianjin, the hometown of folk art, because many outsiders come to watch the performance, and drum music is a cultural inheritance.
So the hosting process was extremely smooth.
There were countless cameras and flower baskets sent by the audience under the stage.
"Second Grandpa, look, I'm also on the poster."
Backstage at the Tianjin Auditorium, the first person to be excited was not Zhou Gulan, but her friend Wu Lijuan.
Who would have thought that I could appear on the same poster as Teacher Qi.
That's right, she and her second grandfather are the supporting guests at this special show.
Singing Suzhou Pingtan for more than 2,000 people.
Suzhou Pingtan is very popular now, and many videos are accompanied by this kind of BGM, but it is only popular on the Internet. There are only a few small theaters specializing in Suzhou Pingtan in their area.
There is no such thing in this area.
A kind of local folk art cannot be practiced here.
So they are the only ones who perform Suzhou Pingtan in Drum Music Club.
When Mr. Wu saw the appearance of his children in the poster, he was so happy, not to mention very good-looking. He didn't expect that they could be on such a big stage.
I usually sing something in my own small venue.
"You have to thank them very much. They have helped us so much."
"Of course, I learned a lot from the drum music club."
"Well, I see that you have improved a lot in playing the pipa, and you are not as careless as before."
"Oh, why were you so lazy before?"
The two were chatting, and suddenly Qi Yuncheng came over from the large backstage and said, "Mr. Wu, hurry up and change your clothes. You are the first to open the show."
"well!"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The old man stood up from the chair, nodded repeatedly, turned around to go to the dressing room, but suddenly stopped and looked back at the young man, "Thank you very much.
Wow, at this age when I am about to be buried in a coffin, I can sing on this kind of stage once. My life is not in vain."
"You are serious. There will be many performance opportunities in the future. I will definitely invite you again."
"Thank you."
While talking to the old man, he went to change clothes.
Looking at them, Qi Yuncheng went to other places.
Backstage, Song Yi and his wife were adjusting the girl's clothes. There were three cheongsams in total.
Change one piece after each performance.
In order to flatter her, clothing is indispensable.
"Master, look at the three costumes that Master and Master made for me."
Zhou Gulan was very proud, and Qi Yuncheng went over to look at it carefully, "Do I still know? Each of these costumes costs a lot of money."
"Why do you care about money? Lanlan has to be beautiful today."
Wang Hui packed her clothes and was in high spirits. Even though it was Lan Lan's opening act, it was no different from her own opening act.
She loves drum music, but due to various reasons she can only take a back seat and turn her career into a hobby. But the girl has fulfilled her wish and is moving forward for her. Otherwise, she might still be active if she had continued to play drum music.
on stage.
Even if you join a folk art troupe, you will definitely become a good actor and be able to hold such a scene.
"Master, have you brought that coat?"
"I brought it here. You are so anxious that others don't know you bought it."
"Ah? The coat that Lanlan bought?" Wang Hui was suddenly pleasantly surprised, her eyes widened a lot. She was usually busy, how could she know these things.
Qi Yuncheng forgot to tell his wife, and spoke slowly, "Girl made this for me with her New Year's money. It's not cheap, it costs several thousand."
"It seems that raising an apprentice is not in vain."
"That's right, you still knew how to make me a coat. If I had known, I would have received a few more." Qi Yuncheng joked, looking down at her costume again, he realized that the little girl had finally taken this step.
Hope you do better today.
And then it’s just a matter of waiting for time.
While waiting, many staff members brought some flower baskets and gifts backstage, all of which were given by the audience.
I hope the actors perform successfully.
It also includes the audience's own words. After reading it, I found that there are not only young and old men, but also all cities.
"Master, do you wish me a successful performance!!"
Among a large number of flower baskets and gifts expressing her love for Qi Yuncheng, Zhou Gulan was like looking for a needle in a haystack, and finally found a few gifts related to herself.
"They are all gifts from the folks in Tianjin."
"Well, they are the only ones who know about me."
"Work hard and let people all over the country know you."
"How difficult that is."
The girl muttered that it was impossible, but she had this goal in mind.
Master said, as long as you take it step by step and increase the heat step by step, one day.
Taking another look at the words of blessing to himself, Zhou Gulan took a deep breath and went to the side curtain. At this moment, the venue had opened and the host was speaking the opening remarks.
Don't underestimate the opening remarks, it is enough to buy buffer time for the actors who are about to appear.
Mr. Wu and Wu Lijuan, who were waiting for the opening, were a little excited. They had never performed alone in such a big venue.
Moreover, I am accompanying myself and singing, so it looks much thinner.
"Okay, now I would like to invite you all to enjoy the Suzhou Pingtan "Yingying Plays the Qin", performed by Wu Guisheng and Wu Lijuan!"
Quack, quack, quack, quack!
More than 2,000 people in the Tianjin Auditorium burst into applause. Qi Yuncheng quickly smiled and told the younger Wu Lijuan, "Relax, the audience is very tolerant."
Wu Lijuan did not dare to say anything. She just responded and went on stage with her second grandfather holding musical instruments.
They took the stage, and there was nothing in the middle except two chairs and two microphones.
Sitting one to the left and the other to the right, the more I looked at the empty surroundings, the more I felt something was wrong.
After all, a big stage is countless times bigger than a small theater.
There is less excitement.
After taking a deep breath, Wu Lijuan picked up her pipa, and Mr. Wu himself also held the small sanxian and gave a signal.
The melodious sound of strumming spread throughout the theater through the microphone.
After the opening song, the old man sang two words.
"Karen~~"
With just two words, the following portrait captured a unique flavor, and they were all amazed by the old gentleman's voice.
Most old people have hoarse voices, but Mr. Wu is different. It is very clear, and the soft flavor of Jiangnan blooms in an instant.
Wait and sing a few more lines.
“Clear water~~ cool breeze~~
The water is moving and the wind is cool~~The summer is long~~"
After two sentences, the audience finally couldn't sit still and was full of surprise.
“The taste is so mellow, it’s many times more amazing than what I heard online.”
"Deyun Drum Club still has such actors hidden in it."
"The old gentleman has a wonderful voice."
Qi Yuncheng felt good looking at the slightly restless atmosphere, and this was the effect he wanted.
Good things and good music and art should naturally be shared with the audience. If you are lucky enough and you like it, that would be great luck.
Mr. Wu then sang a few more lines, and it was Wu Lijuan's turn.
If the old man's voice is clear, her voice is bright, which is the case for most girls.
And this collaboration, which seemed to have only two people on a deserted stage, directly heated up the place.
It's a whole little song that can be listened to without any effort at all.
At the end of the song, the two of them sang another piece of music.
You have to make up for 20 minutes, and the time requirements for the big show need to be stricter.
At the end of twenty minutes, I stood up and bowed, and there was endless applause from the audience.
"Next, please enjoy Jingdong Dagu's "Sending Girls to College", performed by Qi Yuncheng, accompanists: Hu Yi and Shi Junping."
When the second performance came, the Tianjin Auditorium burst into applause.
If you recognize this actor and like this actor, it's impossible not to praise him.
"Thank you everyone." Qi Yuncheng, wearing the coat given by his apprentice, quickly walked behind the microphone.
"It's not easy. I saw many people from other cities came to Tianjin today to listen to drum music. I am grateful from the bottom of my heart.
As I learned just now, the song was Suzhou Pingtan, and the old man and the little girl sang it well.
If you like it, you can come and listen to our drum music. Our drum music club has this kind of drum music.
However, some of you may be curious, asking why the host didn't announce the curtain with Jingyun drums, but how did he announce the curtains with Jingdong drums?
The main consideration is the diversity of drum music so that you will never get tired of listening to it. Without further ado, let’s get started, sorry for the teachers.”
Turning around and giving a signal to the two teachers, Qi Yuncheng's Jingdong drum began to show off.
Jingdong Dagu is a kind of folk art that uses Jingdong accent to sing and sing, and is very familiar to people in Tianjin and Beijing.
After beating the drum kit, Qi Yuncheng only had the wooden board in his hand to play on.
Then a passionate singing voice came out.
"The fiery red sun has just risen~~The morning glow has filled half of the sky~~"
"Eh!!!"
"Hurrah!"
Boom boom, the actor sang a few lines, and there were shouts below.
Even some young viewers' eyes suddenly opened.
Because during the Spring Festival Gala, Guo Donglin used this song to sing the Jingdong Dagu Women’s Football Team, and I was so impressed.
I didn't expect the original version to be this.
Not to mention the elderly drummers sitting in the audience, they applauded their children one after another, with pride in their eyes.
Qi Yuncheng suppressed a smile and looked diagonally ahead with an air of performance.
"Coming over on the highway, there are two of us~~
An old man and a young man~~"
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(If you are interested, you can listen to Suzhou Pingtan and Jingdong Dagu!!!)