Chapter 198: Life is the person of our folk music, and death is the ghost of our folk music

Chapter 198: Life is the person of our folk music, and death is the ghost of our folk music

"Xiao Du, this song is good, it's a joy to listen to. You, you are talented, you should focus more on folk music and carry forward the national culture!"

"I'm telling you Xiao Du, this is the best original folk music I've heard in the past ten years. You have to go down this road firmly."

"If you want me to say, money is a bastard, it's enough, art is the ladder to eternity! So, Xiao Du, think about what people should pursue in this life."

"Little Du..."

The old men and the old ladies pulled him one by one, wanting him to abandon the evil pop music, return to the right path, and return to the embrace of folk music.

"Judging from this piece of music you wrote, you are talented, do you know that?" an old man with a bald head, at least 75 years old, grabbed Du Caige's arm and shouted bitterly, "If you continue to write those nonsense If you were your father, I would lock you in the house and write me a piece of folk music every day. Write not to eat!"

Seeing his spittle splashing and turning back at any time with excitement, Du Caige wanted to call an ambulance to stand by at any time.

He turned his eyes for help to his godfather, and Huo Yanying spread out his hands, indicating that he couldn't help.

And the bald old man stared with small eyes: "What do you mean? What do you mean by winking at the old guy?"

Huo Yanying hurriedly stepped forward and knocked on Du Caige's forehead: "That's right, what do you mean, stinky boy? Brother Hu gave you a lesson, what do you mean by squinting with your little eyes? Just bow your head and listen carefully. !"

The bald old man didn't feel that the name "Hu Ge" was out of line at all, he patted Du Caige on the shoulder triumphantly, and gave him another bitter exhortation before letting him go.

Then soon an old lady with a kind smile stepped forward to relay, "Xiao Du, I said to you, this song is well written. But this piggy backing his wife, in the end, it's still a man's play. What era is it, gender equality, when you write pop songs, do you only write for male singers, not female singers? It doesn’t seem to be the case, then Su Manqian and Duan Xiaochen are also written by you song."

Du Caige was speechless.

"So, you also write a more feminine song for us old ladies to have a good time, won't you?"

"Definitely, definitely." Du Caige could only agree first.

After a while, the old men and the old ladies started to record officially.

Their expressions are still not formal, they are all like old urchins, and there is no tension or serious atmosphere at all.

But as soon as the instrument started, the sound of silk and bamboo sounded, and the feeling came out.

Not only do they work well together without any flaws, but if you listen carefully, each individual instrument has a great charm.

It was exactly the taste Du Caige wanted, but it far exceeded the effect he wanted.

"It's too amazing," Du Caige whispered in admiration, "It's only been a day of work, and the rehearsal is so good."

Huo Yanying also took a flute and participated in the recording. An old man who Du Caige didn't know next to him smiled and said: "It's rare to come across a good piece of music, and everyone is very motivated. But after all, they are old, not as good as they used to be. , the big guy rehearsing for a day only has this effect, and it will be scolded by the leader."

Du Caige didn't know whether he was bragging or remembering bittersweetness.

After all, he is not a real insider, and he doesn't quite understand how good a real good person is.

Anyway, in his opinion, this kind of effect can be achieved by training together in one day, and he is already shocked.

If he had to use things he was familiar with as an analogy, he felt that the scene he witnessed today was a bit like a football star who scored a hat-trick in his first official game after joining the new team.

Or it was the first time that a strict director worked with an actor, and he did not give the actor a script beforehand, and only told him the plot temporarily. But on the first day of shooting,

The actor shot dozens of shots in a row without NG, and the director couldn't pick it out if he wanted to.

That's what it feels like.

They recorded it four times, and Du Caige felt that they were all very good, so he decided to take all four versions back and listen carefully, and finally chose one to put in "Deep Hundred Flowers".

When the old men and the old ladies finished recording happily, Du Caige said, "Actually, this song has a fun arrangement style. Would you like to try it?"

"Oh, let's talk about it!"

"That's it, I remember that godfather can play suona, using suona as the main tune, and then adding Sheng, Xiao, etc..."

When Du Caige finished speaking, these old urchins couldn't wait to try it.

After practicing for a while, when he stopped to rest, Huo Yanying called him aside and said, "In the past two days, the people who hack you on the Internet are dancing more and more, what do you want to do, kid?"

Du Caige smiled and said, "The soldiers will come to block the water and cover the soil."

It is estimated that from this afternoon, the entertainment companies that have been contacted by Brother Fan and are ready to cooperate with him will start to exert their strength, and their musicians and singers will also start to support him.

Huo Yanying shook her head and said nothing.

After a while, he took Du Caige back to the rehearsal scene, and said in a chatty tone, "It would be better if there were lyrics to this song "Pig Bajie Carrying My Daughter-in-law."

Du Caige nodded: "Yes."

Huo Yanying shook her head and said, "If there are lyrics, it will be more suitable for dissemination. Then we will invite an old guy to come out, sing this song, and send it to the Philharmonic platform, hey... Wait!"

He turned his head and stared at Du Caige: "What did you just say?"

"I said, yes."

"Have the lyrics of "Pig Bajie Carrying Daughter-in-law"?"

"Have."

"I'm going, and you still set an ambush for your father? Hurry up and take it out."

Du Caige was ready, and handed over the printed and folded lyrics paper.

Huo Yanying took it, unfolded it, and tried to hum a few words.

Then he called out: "Everyone, come and see! The lyrics of this song are available!"

The old men and the old ladies ran over tremblingly one by one. Du Caige was afraid that some of them would fall, which would trigger a chain reaction, and one by one fell like a rolling gourd.

Among them, there are many national treasure artists. He can't afford this responsibility and can't afford to pay.

He waved his hand in a hurry: "Slow down, run slowly, don't fall!"

The old men and the old ladies went through the lyrics a few times and rehearsed happily, letting an old man who is said to have sung Bel Canto and whose hair is in good condition, looks to be in his early 60s to sing the lead.

A vigorous and slightly comical singing sounded:

"Everyone said that my old pig is fat and fat, with a big belly and big ears, and there is a blessing."

"I'm so happy today, old pig, carrying my new daughter-in-law on my back, singing while walking and singing."

The few old men and women who didn't participate in the rehearsal and were just watching the fun laughed and leaned back and forth. The old men and women who were playing were also beaming with red faces.

"Going out of Gao Lao Zhuang, the scenery is beautiful all the way, shouting lady, listen to what I have to say."

"It's said that my old pig is fat and fat, and you have more weight than me, like a mountain pressing down on your body, pressing down on your body..."

After the rehearsal was over, everyone burst into laughter. An old man shouted: "I said we have to thank Xiao Du. I rehearsed this piece for the past two days, and I feel that I am 5 years younger."

Someone next to him coaxed: "Old man Tan, didn't you say that if you were a few years younger, you would go after Xiaoli?"

Old man Tan: "...I am a metaphor, do you understand the metaphor?"

He said with a wink, "Of course, if there are a few more good songs like this, and seeing that our folk music has successors, maybe I can really live younger and younger."

After a few words of laughter, the crowd aimed at Du Caige, "Xiao Du, what do you think? Your father is from our circle, and your godfather is also from our circle. If you want me to tell you, you can't. Forget your roots! Life is the person of our folk music, and death is the ghost of our folk music!"

This is a bit powerful... Isn't that saying that after the founding of the People's Republic of China, you are not allowed to become a fine, and you are not allowed to become a ghost, so you are not afraid of 404?

An elegant old lady said, "Xiao Du, you haven't married yet? As long as you write a few more good songs, I will introduce my granddaughter to you."

Someone next to me joked: "Sun Youjie, your precious granddaughter is willing to take it out to meet people? Isn't she studying Kunqu Opera under Lao He's family, saying that she is not allowed to walk out until she has completed her studies?"

The elegant old lady raised her neck proudly: "She will be able to officially perform on stage soon. She is considered a small success in her studies. Of course, I will allow her to come out and walk around."

He said to Du Caige: "My granddaughter is a first-class beauty, with a gentle and generous personality, you can go and find out, my granddaughter who doesn't covet, wants to introduce them to their own juniors, but I ignore them. ."

"That's right," Huo Yanying interjected at this time, "I've seen her granddaughter once. She is indeed a beauty, and she is even better than your Xiaochen Su Manqian. She has an excellent personality, and there is nothing to be picky about. She is very talented and can endure hardships, so she will definitely be one of the top five domestic big Tsingyi in the future."

Du Caige frowned and folded his hands to apologize: "Aunties and uncles, please let me go, I want to enjoy being single for a while."

"The song, I have the song. I'm currently researching to write the soundtrack for "The Song of Burial Flowers" (Note 1), and I wrote two versions. Why don't you try it."

"Burying Flowers? That's incredible. Let's see if your soundtrack has lowered the level of Dream of Red Mansions."

In this world, the 86 version of Journey to the West and the 87 version of Dream of Red Mansions do not exist, so Du Caige can take out "Pig Bajie Carrying Daughter-in-law" and "Burning Flower Song" with peace of mind.

At this moment, the phone in the pocket of his casual trousers vibrated.

He took out his phone and looked at it, it was an unfamiliar number.

Du Caige frowned, pondered for a moment, pressed it off, and didn't pick it up.

"We continue..."

After saying a few words, the phone vibrated again. He looked at it, and it was the same number as before.

"I'm sorry, uncles and aunts, I'll take a call."

"Go, if you have something to do, you'll be busy first."

Du Caige took the phone and walked away quickly before pressing the answer: "Hello?"

A very small girl's sobbing sounded: "Baba, An An is dead! I'm so sad!"

Note 1: According to the setting, Dream of Red Mansions should be lost by the butterfly effect. But Du Caige did not dare to carry such a great work or put gold on his face. And can't bear to lose such a great work. So let Dream of Red Mansions stubbornly withstand the butterfly effect and continue to appear in the blue star. A masterpiece is immortal.