"Hey, Mom. ”

Cao Zige took the phone.

"Zige, I'm calling you as a reminder that someone from the recent 'Singer's Night' may contact you. ”

Mother Tang Xiulan's voice came, "This year's 'Singer Night' audition has changed to a recommendation system, this time, but you senior Yu Chenghao pays more attention to you, and the program team only issued you a qualification card." So, if you want to perform well, don't expect any good grades, just study more with the teachers and exercise more, you know?"

Cao Zige was a little stunned: "How do you know about the 'Singer's Night' program group?"

"This year, the Opera Association and the Singers' Night have cooperated, and they also want to expand the influence of opera, so your mother and I were sent over, and now I am also an insider. ”

Tang Xiulan said, "However, even if it is an insider, it can't help you much." I chatted with you senior Yu Chenghao today, and he is also more optimistic about you, in the blind selection, he will guide you, and then in terms of song selection, I will also find a professional teacher to help you watch, but others are others, whether you have that ability, you still have to rely on yourself. ”

Listening to my mother's tone, I have already arranged myself properly.

Cao Zige said helplessly: "Mom, in fact, I am not going to participate in the singer's night competition this time." ”

"Not participating?"

Tang Xiulan was a little puzzled, "Why?"

Cao Zige nodded: "Well, I feel that I am a musical instrument, and the foundation of musicality is not very solid, so I want to learn from the master and participate again when I have the opportunity in the future." ”

"Master, what Master?"

"I recently worshipped a master, who is a god of music, and now I am learning guitar from him. ”

"That's right, that's fine...... You can have this realization now, yes. Singing is the same as singing, ten minutes on stage, ten years off the stage, there is accumulation to explode, no one can escape this principle. ”

Tang Xiulan said on the phone, "It's okay not to participate, I used to think that your edge was too heavy, and some of it was floating, and it really needs to be precipitated, which is a good thing." However, after that, if the teacher of the program group calls you, when you refuse, you have to be polite, do you know?"

"Mom, I just answered a phone call, he seems to be from the singer's night program group, I thought it was some kind of scam call, so I gave it directly...... Hung up. ”

"What? You kid, how do you do things so roughly!"

"I also just learned that the recommendation system has been changed now, and I thought it was someone impersonating ......"

"Okay, after that, people will call you again, you have to apologize to them, and then you can't participate if you have something to delay. ”

"Got it, Mom. ”

"Alright, that's hanging. ”

"Hmm. ”

......

Vocal practice room at home.

Hanging the antelope, Tang Xiulan looked at the phone: "This stinky man, now he has such a great awakening?" I hope it is not the patience of the three." ”

She shook her head with a smile, put her phone aside, adjusted her breathing slightly, stood up, pinched her gestures, and sang:

"The nun was twenty-eight years old, in her youth, and her hair was cut by the master. Every day, I burn incense and exchange water on the Buddha hall, and I see a few children playing games under the mountain gate......"

After practicing for half an hour, Tang Xiulan stopped to rest.

Out of the sound practice room, she went to the living room to pour a glass of water, and saw her husband Cao Dalong lying on the sofa with a shy stomach and looking at his mobile phone.

Then he said: "Husband, your son, he is not going to participate in this year's singer night." I still worship a great god master, and I want to practice the guitar well. It's a lot of consciousness, and I don't know if it's the heat of three......"

When I looked up, I found that my husband didn't react at all.

"Husband, have you listened to me?"

Tang Xiulan glared at him.

"Oh. ”

Cao Dalong's eyes moved away from the screen of his phone, "What are you?"

"I, your son is not participating in this year's singer's night. ”

"If you don't participate, you won't participate. ”

Cao Dalong touched the flesh on his face, raised his eyebrows, and continued to look down at the phone screen.

"What are you looking at, so fascinated that you haven't even heard me say to you?"

Tang Xiulan walked over.

"Hmm...... A music lesson. "Cao Dalong's head doesn't lift the tunnel.

"Music lessons?"

Tang Xiulan looked at her husband, who was born in a barbecue restaurant on Northeast Street back then, and usually wore a big gold chain with no taste, and Doremi didn't even know about it, Yile, "Can you still understand music lessons? Come and see me, what kind of music lessons can make you so fascinated?"

Immediately, he twisted his body and sat next to his husband.

Cao Dalong turned the phone slightly sideways.

I saw that on the video, a young man was sitting in front of the barbecue, talking while barbecuing.

"Haha, what kind of music lesson, are you reminiscing about the past?"

Tang Xiulan smiled, remembering the first time she met her husband in the Northeast.

bald head, vest rolled up to his chest, while grilling skewers, while chatting with the buddies next to him, one bite at a time, "we are this gada".

"What memories of those days!"

Cao Dalong glanced at her, "You listen to what people say, it's really interesting, and you have a lot of knowledge." ”

Tang Xiulan listened carefully.

She was born in opera and knows a little bit about music. Listening to the content of the youth in the video, it seems to be talking about the history of Western music.

Listening to it, she understood why her husband, who had no artistic cells, listened so seriously.

First, the young man's tone and tone of voice were very interesting, a bit like a talk show. The second is that he not only talks about music, but also talks about folklore, history and the like, and some jokes and stories are also popular with everyone.

Don't be Cao Dalong, she watched this paragraph by herself and was fascinated.

"That's a good point!"

Tang Xiulan's eyes lit up slightly, "How can he tell the history of Western music so interestingly? ”

"That's no chance. Your play, even if it's a flower, no one likes to watch it now. ”

Cao Dalong maintains his usual striking style.

"Go, you know what!"

Tang Xiulan glanced at him, "That's the quintessence of the country, something passed down from the ancestors." Today's young people are just too eager to pursue entertainment and can't settle down. ”

"That's it. ”

Cao Dalong said, "But also, you can also look at what the guy said, it has been very popular on the Internet recently, and everyone loves to watch it." You let your association learn from others, and you want to do this. ”

Tang Xiulan nodded.

In recent years, pop culture has risen, opera has declined, the older generation is old, and not many young people have the heart to learn this, and the most important thing is that no one watches it.

It is also sad to see the quintessence of the country passed down from the ancestors disappear little by little.

Everyone is looking for a way to save the opera.

And like this young man who uses a talk show to tell the history of music, passing on opera in a more popular way may be the best way out at present.

This time, the National Opera Association and the "Singer's Night" cooperated to find some places where music and opera fit from this top music competition that is most popular with the public in China.

They are all singing, and the singing skills of opera actors are all the best, so why can't they have the opportunity to stand on such a stage?

This is also a question that domestic opera people have been thinking about in recent years.

Tang Xiulan leaned back on the sofa and watched this interesting video of a barbecue youth talking about music with her husband.

"Eh, husband, do you see if this person is a sub-character?"

Tang Xiulan suddenly pointed to a figure who had just walked past the camera.

"yes, I feel like it, too!"

Cao Dalong stepped back and looked at the figure frozen on the screen.

Take a closer look, isn't this his precious son Cao Zige!

"Why is Zige here?"

Tang Xiulan was a little puzzled.

"Wait I'm flipping through it, I remember it seems, this barbecue restaurant is just outside the Magic Sound School......"

Cao Dalong exited the video, showing dozens of replay videos in this live broadcast room. The next few topics are "Boss Bao'er Talks about Music", and there are a few issues in the front that are "Boss Bao'er teaches his younger brother to learn guitar".

clicked on one of them, and as soon as I entered, I saw the young man who was talking about music before, who was coldly talking to his baby son who was playing the guitar:

"Stop!