On the Starlight Entertainment side, Tu Xiaogang fell into the hands of Xu Mingxia.
When Xiao Qian came over, he was being grabbed by Xu Mingxia to teach him how to sing.
"How are you preparing? Time is running out. You must sing the song well within this week."
Tu Xiaogang didn't dare to speak, he just looked at Xu Mingxia.
When he was in the depths of the flowers, he felt that he was quite remarkable. Every time he raised his voice, everyone applauded. He thought that he could not debut because he was simply unlucky.
But when I arrived at Starlight Entertainment, that pride disappeared immediately.
There are too many big names in this place.
As soon as you enter the door, you will be greeted by posters all over the wall.
Shen Jue, Wen Yi, Li Xiaohan, SHE, Chen Shuai, Zhou Bujie, Xu Tiezheng, Wang Lin, Ning Jing...
As they slipped by, each one was more scary than the last.
In recent years, these people have appeared in all the popular songs he has listened to and the TV series he has watched.
At first I thought Xu Mingxia was nothing, but it turned out that she was the professor at Shangyin who was even more powerful.
"It's okay. The faults in his singing skills have basically been corrected. This kid has a good foundation and a unique voice. Maybe he can really make a way for himself."
The song has been made a long time ago, and the only problem left now is Tu Xiaogang.
Now that he had no problem, Xiao Qian started arranging the music.
In the melody of "Whose Hero Belongs", a lot of traditional musical instruments are used. Especially the overbearing suona. If I haven't mentioned it yet, I have to go to Tong Yuan.
He brought Tu Xiaogang to see the world, and he also wanted to support the show.
Tu Xiaogang was just like Grandma Liu when she entered the Grand View Garden, with eyes full of curiosity.
"This place is amazing, this is the first time I know about it."
Xiao Qian walked in front with her hands behind her back, showing off her enthusiasm.
"It's not easy to get in here. If you seize this opportunity, you can come and go freely in the future. Otherwise, just pretend you've never been here."
Tu Xiaogang's heart moved and he asked, "Has Brother Shen Jue been here?"
Xiao Qian shook his head.
"He? Not qualified."
Tu Xiaogang felt cold all over his body and was full of energy.
What kind of place is this that even a big shot like Shen Jue can't get in?
This time when I came to Tongyuan, I wasn’t looking for Lu Bing.
Ever since she deceived the old blind man, Xiao Qian was scolded every time she came here.
Now that my new little brother is by my side, I can’t lose face.
"Grandpa Feng, are you busy?"
The old man practicing Tai Chi glanced at him angrily.
"It's okay, don't wander around, you won't even know what to say."
Xiao Qian circled around the old man.
"Grandpa Feng, I'm suffering."
The old man's eyes were as bright as a torch and he was very clear about the world.
"You kid come here without asking for anything? Tell me, how much sincerity does it bring?"
Xiao Qian has no dignity at all in the company, and has a playful and smiling face, just like a real child.
"Grandpa Feng, I brought you a copper hammer painted face, do you want to hear it?"
"Hey, this kid can sing with colorful faces? Isn't his head too small?"
Tu Xiaogang was very depressed, can we not talk about the head matter?
After listening to a play, the old man stopped practicing Tai Chi, packed up his things, and sat in the pavilion. Tea in his left hand and fan in his right hand, emphasizing a sense of comfort.
"Let me hear it, is it authentic or not?"
Tu Xiaogang is a native of the capital city. Everything else is easy to say. He has a bit of a free-spirited temperament. I feel a little unhappy when I see the old man with his big golden sword and how he would rather me.
She looked at Xiao Qian quietly, wanting to see what the boss meant.
Xiao Qian chuckled, already foreseeing Tu Xiaogang's virtue of waiting for his head to be bowed before worshiping him.
"Brother Gangzi, let me introduce you. This Grandpa Feng is the master of Anhui opera and the master of blowing, Feng Zhiyun, Mr. Feng."
"Ouch……"
Sure enough, Tu Xiaogang was honest.
Bend down three feet to worship God.
"Senior Feng, it's really you. Master has always used your plays to teach us, and I grew up listening to your plays."
Although Hui opera is not Peking opera, Peking opera was integrated with Hui opera during its emergence. Therefore, there are quite a few similarities between the two, and they can be regarded as the same genre.
Mr. Feng Zhiyun has been in the industry for sixty years and is known as the best in Anhui opera for his ability to play tunes. There is really no one older than him in today's theater world.
Seeing Feng Zhiyun's true appearance, Tu Xiaogang finally understood why Xiao Qian described this place as so awesome.
Although I won’t sing opera anymore, I can’t lose my basic skills. If nothing else, I can get a few words of advice from Feng Zhiyun, which will be of endless use to me throughout my life.
"Old seniors and juniors are not very talented and have little knowledge. I will give you an excerpt from "Guillotine Case". Please point out the bad points."
Feng Zhiyun drank up a cup of tea.
"Young man is so long-winded. Don't delay your dinner."
Talented people have a bad temper, so Tu Xiaogang quickly calmed down and used all his energy.
Even without accompaniment, he looked divine.
Bao Zheng in "The Beauty Case" is a typical example of the gorgeous bronze hammer.
Only when you can sing this well can you become a master.
Tu Xiaogang raised his voice and came up with a recitation that seemed ordinary, but was actually the most test of his skills.
[I’m afraid you can come but you can’t go]
Feng Zhiyun tilted his head, closed his eyes, and smacked his lips.
"The voice is too bright, not as thick as Bao Zheng's. No wonder he can't get on stage."
The poisonous eyes made Xiao Qian couldn't help but give a thumbs up.
Tu Xiaogang didn't hear Feng Zhiyun's comments, and he honestly went through the original, rocking, and sloping steps.
It's just like the big drama in the previous life with the Eight Bronze Hammer Painted Faces, Shang Changrong, Kang Wansheng, Meng Guanglu, Deng Wei, Ma Mingjun, Yang Yanyi, Li Xin, and Song Changlin.
The number of old men attending the opera also increased from Feng Zhiyun alone to seven or eight.
Lu Bing was also there, tapping Xiao Qian's head with the erhu string.
"Tsk, tsk, my voice is a bit bad. If I wait another thirty years, I'm sure I'll be an actor again."
Lu Bingren was furious, let go of Xiao Qian, and spoke in a straightforward tone.
"Come on, who of today's young people still likes to listen to operas? I think this guy has changed careers and has done well, so it doesn't mean he has buried his talent."
He turned around and knocked Xiao Qian again.
"If you make music for this kind of person, I'll be happy for no money, old man. Look at what you did with those three crazy girls before. Is that also music?"
Xiao Qian could only hold her head.
"Then I won't pay you this time?"
"Try one point less?"
Forget it, I won’t need the erhu this time anyway.
Xiao Qian quickly ran to Feng Zhiyun.
"Grandpa Feng, your suona is one of the best in the world, and I have to rely on you to do it this time. What do you think? Is it worth your while?"
Feng Zhiyun was much easier to talk to than Lu Bing. He waved his hand and asked the serving apprentice to find the suona.
"Boy Tu, you sing it again first, and I'll listen to what the music sounds like."
Tu Xiaogang was a little stunned.
Shouldn't we read the score first?
Feng Zhiyun raised his eyebrows and hummed: "Can I understand the music score?"
Well, traditional artists come from such backgrounds and cannot play with foreign things.
"Brother Gangzi, let's do some music to open the eyes of grandpas so they don't look down on our pop music."
I sang "The Case of the Beauty" before, but was so scorned by these old guys that Tu Xiaogang also held his breath.
Now that you have Xiao Qian's support, what are you still worried about?
He saved a breath of Dantian Qi, opened his mouth and tongue, exhaled and made a sound, but his dramatic tone was smooth, like a sharp sword unsheathed.
"Oh, this song is exciting."
A strange look flashed across Feng Zhiyun's face, and he became much more serious.
Not only him, but also other old men.
They are basically treasures of traditional art, but seeing the decline of traditional art, it can be said that they are not without anxiety.
They are also very anxious about how to carry forward traditional culture and pass on the wealth left by their ancestors.
However, times are changing so fast that they really can't keep up.
Now, such an authentic Chinese-style song came sweeping in, and it immediately opened a door for several elderly people.
Hearing the excitement, Feng Zhiyun suddenly picked up the suona, moved his cheeks with full breath, and blew out a passionate song, which stirred the world.
The originally calm lake surface rippled behind him, the willows swayed in agreement, and the playful mandarin ducks also spread their wings, adding a bit of natural power to this musical instrument.
The older generation of traditional artists cannot read music scores, and their skills have become a part of their bodies through years of singing, chanting and doing.
No one taught Feng Zhiyun when to add the suona, but the cooperation between him and Tu Xiaogang was just like Boya and Ziqi. They had a tacit understanding.
This song is done.
The more Xiao Qian listened, the more excited she became. Looking at Tu Xiaogang who was singing loudly, and then looking at Feng Zhiyun who was shaking the sky, he could already foresee that a singing superstar was rising.
Brothers, my brother is here to take you to play Chinese style.
