While Xiao Lele's two children's songs were playing in Yida Plaza, Xiao Lele, a child star, was also very popular in Hongguoguo Kindergarten.
I put on blush, and there was a red dot on my forehead.
On the small stage prepared by the kindergarten for Mother's Day, little Lele sang "Hug Me If You Love Me" while shaking her head, and the children below followed suit.
If you love me, hug me, kiss me, and praise me. The little ones stretch out their hands one by one and imitate the same cuteness.
"That's great, Xiao Lele! Your grandfather led a group of adults to dance square dance in the square, and you also practiced it with the children in the kindergarten, and you became a coach."
Sitting on a small bench in the kindergarten, Zhang Jiangang also clapped his hands and made movements in time with his granddaughter's singing.
Not only Zhang Jiangang, but also the parents of other children next to him were similar. The parents, holding their children in their arms, followed suit and interacted with their children.
It is catchy and the lyrics are simple. Children can easily learn it after listening to it for a while. Beside the small stage, the kindergarten teacher was taking photos of the little ones.
Everyone, including Zhang Jiangang, had a happy smile on his face.
For the first time in such a long time, Zhang Jiangang threw away everything in his head, smiled happily and relaxedly, and blended into this innocent atmosphere. It was as if everything in the world and the upcoming revival of spiritual energy had nothing to do with him.
"Children, did little Lele sing well?" Seeing Lele finish singing, the teacher asked with an encouraging smile and clapped her hands.
"Okay~" the little kids said in unison.
"Haha~" Zhang Jiangang smiled knowingly.
But at this moment, Zhang Jiangang found that Xiao Lele, who was blushing at the praises on the stage, suddenly laughed excitedly and looked behind him.
Looking back, the daughter-in-law had come in at some point and was looking at her daughter with a smile.
"You're here, Xiaolei."
"Well, dad, there are several people outside looking for you, some of them are even wearing Taoist priest uniforms." When she said this, Yin Xiaolei looked at her daughter with a smile and gave a thumbs up in her direction.
Immediately afterwards, the little guy happily raised two thumbs up towards his mother.
"Ah? Okay, I understand. Come and do this while I go out and take a look." Zhang Jiangang smiled and stood up, giving up the small bench in the kindergarten to his daughter-in-law.
A moment later, when Zhang Jiangang came out, sure enough, there were three people standing at the fence at the entrance of the kindergarten. Two of them were dressed as ordinary people, and one was wearing a Taoist uniform with an upright bun and a gossip embroidered on his chest.
This man was tall and thin in Taoist uniform, and had a long mustache, which was blown wildly by the wind.
To be honest, if this mustache were replaced with a long beard, it would definitely look a bit like an immortal.
"Old sir, you finally came out. You are a poor Taoist Wudang teacher, and now you are the chief instructor of Wudang Civil and Military School." The Taoist priest with a mustache hurriedly greeted him with a smile, and looked Zhang Jiangang up and down.
"Mr. Zhang, I am Zhao Ziheng, the person in charge of Huashan Martial Arts School. You have finally come out. Can you write a song for us in Huashan?"
"Kongtong Sect... Mr. Sun Yishui, please withdraw the lawsuit quickly. We, the Kongtong Sect, really can't handle it."
"Okay, okay, how did you find this place?"
The Wudang Sect’s Taoist Master Shi Feng turned out to be a senior disciple, and seemed to be the fifteenth generation disciple.
As for Zhao Ziheng from Huashan, he is short and fat, but also a little festive.
The Kongtong disciple had a red birthmark on his face, with a few hairs growing on it.
Although these sects are busy making money at this time, they look like businessmen. But in Zhang Jiangang's previous life, in the early years of the resurgence of spiritual energy on the earth, these sects and the military can be said to be the mainstay of China's defense against the disaster of resurgence of spiritual energy.
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Without them, we don’t know what the consequences of the impact would have been.
Therefore, although they are considered competitors, their strength is greater in numbers, and Zhang Jiangang is happy to see them develop further before their spiritual energy recovers. Anyway, most of them will fall behind in the future.
In addition, although these sects are all considered Taoist sects, some are actually true Taoists who practice internal skills and refine elixirs, while some have long been reduced to simple martial arts sects or martial arts sects.
For example, typical Wudang, after the spiritual energy was revived, Wudang really soared into the sky. For example, the Kongtong Sect, in the first few years after the spiritual energy was revived, relied on the rise of warriors to be famous for two years, but then fell behind.
"It's easy to talk, let's go and talk to my company."
A few hours later, after paying the money, some got the right to use it, and some got new songs, and the stone in several people's hearts finally fell.
Wudang Zhang Jiangang gave him the theme song "Who Belongs to the Hero" from "Tai Chi Master", and at the same time, the right to use the song "Man's Dang Ziqiang" was also sold to him.
Huashan Zhang Jiangang gave the theme song of "Swordsman" "A Smile in the Sea", which instantly expressed the ethereal and free and easy temperament of the Huashan School.
As for the Kongtong sect, you should pay some copyright royalties and use "Men Should Be Strong". Your sect is really not famous among the other sects in previous lives, and I can't think of any good songs for you.
Indeed, in the past and present, it feels like the Kongtong Sect is just trying to make ends meet among the six major sects.
In addition, Zhang Jiangang forced several people to take a photo under the Longteng Company's front desk logo, and then asked his son to print it out and hang it on the company wall, and even posted it on the company's official Weibo.
Especially Master Shifeng, Zhang Jiangang grabbed him and the two of them took a group photo pretending to do Tai Chi push hands.
For no other reason than to let these sects exert their last remaining heat.
While sending Shi Feng and others downstairs, Zhang Jiangang stared at Shi Feng's back and did not leave for a long time.
Wudang, indeed, has real materials!
This Shi Feng is the first person I have seen since time travel who has the temperament of cultivation. Although it is incomparable with my current state, his training is definitely more than just martial arts training.
Fortunately, okay, if I am really the only one on this earth fighting alone, it will be too much pressure. The most important thing is that I will never be able to withstand the impact of spiritual energy recovery by then.
In the evening, after leaving the company, Zhang Jiangang and the young man were waiting for the bus at the bus stop downstairs. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on his body, giving Zhang Jiangang an indescribable feeling, and even a sense of homesickness.
His son had to work overtime, so Zhang Jiangang didn't let his son drive him, and he just took it as a workout.
The sects in this world have also met, and they are doing everything they can, or in other words, they are planning it. All personnel are exhausted. Once the spiritual energy is revived, they will have no choice but to obey fate.
"Hello? Xiao Jin? Well, I'm waiting for the bus."
The caller was Jin Yongtan, the director of the District Elderly Cultural Center and the president of the Liyuan Club.
"Mr. Zhang, you must come tomorrow."
"Let me take a look, don't wait for me. I have written the new play some time ago. If it doesn't work then I can just send it to you."
"No, no, no, no, Mr. Zhang, you must come in person. This opportunity is rare. Many people in our association are looking forward to your coming. Without you, our opera would not have made such a big improvement in the past few months.
There are many colleagues in the industry here at the association who would like to meet with you."
Selling the opera scripts to Xiao Jin and Zhang Jiangang was not for money at all. On the one hand, it was considered inheritance. After all, operas in this world are also in a recession. I also have classic operas from previous lives in my hands. Rather than waste them in my hands, it is better to spread them in this world.
Come.
The second thing is that traditional opera art is also helpful to my own cultivation and understanding. The feeling of nourishment and edification is actually the strongest among all kinds of song arts.
Zhang Jiangang doesn’t know how other people feel, but after listening to operas before and after his practice, his efficiency has obviously improved, and he has surprisingly different perceptions.
While Zhang Jiangang was on the phone waiting for the bus.
Not far from the road, a black BMW slowly slowed down. At the same time, an old man sitting in the passenger seat lowered the glass and looked in the direction of the bus stop.
"Slow down, slow down~" the old man in a suit, who also had a slicked back hair, was white and fat, said while looking in the direction of Zhang Jiangang.
"What's wrong, Dad?" asked the young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses who was driving.
"Lean over, lean over! Lean over to the old man who is on the phone!" As he said this, there was a hint of joking in the eyes of the fat and white old man.
A moment later, the black BMW stopped on the side of the road.
"Oh! Isn't this Xiao Zhang? Waiting for the bus?" Looking at that figure, the fat old man teased, sitting in the BMW.
Xiao Zhang? How long has it been? Comrade Zhang Jiangang, who is used to hearing Mr. Zhang or Mr. Zhang, almost didn’t react.
I'm 60 and you call me Xiao Zhang? I'll kill you and me!
Hearing this voice, Zhang Jiangang was stunned for a moment and then turned his head.
When he caught his eye, he saw a fat, white and bun-like old man in a black BMW, smiling and looking at him with amusement in his eyes.
After sizing up the other person, Zhang Jiangang also recognized who it was.
"Is Captain Huo still alive?" Zhang Jiangang said while looking at him.
"Haha, after so many years, you still have such a big mouth, Xiao Zhang. How are you? What have you been busy with recently? I heard that Lao Wang said two years ago that you were still repairing shoes in the community. Look at you. Why did you say that you were also in our drama back then?
How come you, the backbone of the regiment, are in such a state of decline? If you have anything to do, come to me, why don't you be polite to me?" the other party said while sitting in the co-pilot.
Looking for you? Zhang Jiangang smiled in his heart.
If it weren't for Lao Wang and his team leader Huo Qiming, would his predecessor have been laid off in his early forties? The next ten years were so miserable, and it was almost all thanks to Lao Huo.
"Dad, who is this old man?" Seeing his father getting into a fight with an old man waiting for the bus, the young man in the co-pilot asked, very arrogantly.
This old man? Like father, like son.
At the same time, Zhang Jiangang was a little confused. How could a theater troupe in the county drive such an expensive BMW? Xiao Jin didn’t even drive a BMW.
Zhang Jiangang didn't know that the car didn't belong to Lao Huo, but to his son.
"Oh, he was the popular young man in our troupe back then. He touched an actress in the troupe back then, but... speaking of it, you have to call this old man uncle."
After hearing this, the young man looked in the direction of Zhang Jiangang, smiled, and snorted softly.
Zhang Jiangang also smiled: "You are better than your predecessor, Lao Huo. Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi. I hope you can live two more years."
"Young man, drive slower, don't get into a car accident and both father and son die in the car."
"..."
Just at this time, the bus also came. After Zhang Jiang finished speaking, he got on the bus with a beep of the old man's card.