At the beginning of the lanterns, the major business districts that have just opened their nightlife are busy.

Jiang Mingchu's family of three had just come out of the restaurant, walking slowly, digesting the food in their stomachs.

The daughter was unusual, instead of staring at her phone all the time, she looked left and right, like a sentry meerkat.

"Quick, Dad, this way!" Suddenly, the daughter cried out, beckoned to the back, and slipped into the crowd in front of her.

Seeing this crowd, Jiang Mingchu suddenly understood.

Hey, I was fooled!

Daughter, this is going to catch ducks on the shelves!

No wonder my daughter is clamoring to come out to eat today, and refuses to eat at home!

Jiang Mingchu is a professor of vocal music and works at Dongcheng University of the Arts, which is also a well-known art school, and many big names in the art circle and entertainment industry were born in this school.

He was born in a professional class, has the senior title of a second-class actor, and has also taught a lot of students, and is a frequent visitor to many evening parties.

Jiang Mingchu once thought about letting his daughter learn art, but what made Jiang Mingchu helpless was that his daughter didn't seem to have inherited her own art cells at all, and like other teenagers, she likes to brush Tik Tok, watch live broadcasts, chase dramas, and all kinds of complaints.

Every time he sees the barrage flying all over his daughter's screen, he feels dizzy, I really don't know how today's children, in this kind of information bombardment, how to experience and taste art, no matter how well other people's barrage is written, it is not their own understanding, how can it be the same?

Probably this is the generation gap, today's young people have long been accustomed to information bombardment, accustomed to receiving fast and dense information, but not used to independent thinking.

After all, many questions have already been answered, and the process is not important.

In this fast-paced era, I'm afraid that no one will settle down to make art anymore......

Recently, my daughter has been obsessed with a street singing program, almost every night with her mobile phone, where she chats with a group of friends, shouting and screaming, and the picture on the mobile phone screen cuts back and forth, cutting fast.

In their words, this is called "jumping stalls", and "island hopping" is a concept.

There are dozens of contestants every night, and there are dozens of songs at the same time, and there is always one they like.

Whenever someone sings a song they like, they start notifying each other, swarming up, and desperately swiping the screen.

If you like both songs at the same time, it's more tangled.

The daughter said:

"As long as I cut fast enough, I can listen to two songs at the same time seamlessly!"

Then there's the Invincible Convulsive.

If this was not his biological daughter, Jiang Mingchu would probably have broken off the father-daughter relationship with her.

Art, can you appreciate it like this?

And since last night, my daughter has been arguing and letting herself go to the "stall".

What the hell is that?

I'm a professor of the art department, a second-level actor, a party singer, and I went to the stall?

"Everyone has gone to the stall, no matter how good you are, someone is so good?" The daughter also gave him a roll of the eyes.

"Hey, daughter, hasn't Dad always been the most powerful in your mind?" Jiang Mingchu felt that he had fallen out of favor.

"With your attitude, you refuse to accept new things, no wonder your songs have no more than 100 comments on Yuncun Music, and seven of them were sent by your own trumpet!" The white eyes of her daughter made Jiang Mingchu's heart feel cold.

Then there was a cold war for most of the day, and in the afternoon it suddenly became warm again.

"Lao Jiang, invite me to dinner in the evening. ”

"Oriental Plaza has opened a new grilled fish that I like, let's try it!"

Even if he was cold in his heart, Jiang Mingchu was just a scumbag in front of his daughter, and he could only surrender obediently.

At this time, even if he knew that he had been fooled, he could only obediently catch up, and he saw his daughter standing outside a circle, pointing inside, and saying: "Dad, Dad, this is it, this is my favorite little brother! He is super handsome!

Jiang Mingchu looked inside and found that the young man who sang was not as good-looking as his own students, but he was clean.

As for the sound...... Your own students, which one of them has a bad voice!

When did I take my daughter to school, my daughter ignored those little brothers, but liked this?

"Dad, go and help him, the little brother is lagging behind in points, and if he can't overtake him today, he will be eliminated!" the daughter shook his hand.

"I ......" Jiang Mingchu understood, this is the so-called rubbing stalls! That is to say, going to the street where others are singing, selling songs, and helping people canvass for votes!

I'm a party singer, a second-class actor, a professor of vocal music, and I'm ......

Jiang Mingchu glared and asked his wife for help, but his wife just smiled beside her, looking like she was watching a good show.

"Everyone has gone to the stall, and the program team also issued an invitation, saying that the stall competition system is open, and people from all walks of life are welcome to come to the stall, many people have gone to the stall, and the discussion on the Internet is crazy today, you still have such a big shelf!"

Jiang Mingchu said very much what kind of identity I have, how can I compare with a young man.

But he felt that if he really said that, he probably wouldn't be able to enter the house alive today.

"Also, Uncle Chen also went to the stall this morning, and the discussion on the Internet was very hot, saying that he really has the style of an artist!"

"Really?"

"I can still lie to you......" the daughter stomped her foot.

Jiang Mingchu looked at his wife, then at his daughter, and sighed: "Okay, what are you singing?

"This is Me" is a party repertoire often sung by Jiang Mingchu.

"It's not good, it's not good, you have to sing an emotional ...... on the scene Just sing "Father's Prairie and Mother's River", don't you practice often?"

Jiang Mingchu couldn't cry or laugh, today was really properly arranged.

Just after the young men over there finished singing a song, their daughter hurriedly ran in and threw a few hundred-yuan bills first, which made Jiang Mingchu feel distressed when he looked at it, it was all his private money!

Then he shouted: "Little brother, I'm your fan!

"Little brother, this is my dad, I'm going to pull my dad to help you today!" said the daughter, waving to the back.

Jiang Mingchu stepped forward with tears and laughter, and then saw the young man bow to him very respectfully: "Teacher Jiang!"

"You know me?"

"I'm from the composition department of our school, and I've listened to your class. The young man said.

"Oh......" At this moment, the little resistance in my heart disappeared all at once.

Canvassing for his students, Jiang Mingchu stood up straight.

It's obviously a big pants and a white shirt, and he wears it like an ordinary uncle.

But when you stand up straight, the momentum comes out.

"Hello everyone, I'm Jiang Mingchu, I'm here to help this young man canvass today, please have money to hold a money field, and those who don't have money to support a personal field, and participate more......"

This kind of Jianghu style of speaking is quite refreshing to say.

There is a feeling of watching martial arts when I was young.

There are also middle-aged and elderly people in the crowd shouting: "It's Teacher Jiang!"

"That one on TV, the singing is so good!"

It satisfies his vanity well.

On weekdays, I sing a big party, from the typhoon to the stage, almost all of them are held, which is quite novel.

"Dad, I'll play the accompaniment for you!" the daughter held up her mobile phone and rushed in.

The accompaniment sounded, Jiang Mingchu brewed his emotions for a while, and his deep voice sounded.

"My father once described the fragrance of the grassland,

Let him never forget at the ends of the earth.

Mother always likes to describe the mighty ↗ river—

Rushing in the ......"

He heard his daughter's voice screaming, "That's my dad, my dad is the best!

At that moment, he was happy, proud, and helpless......

Alas, keep singing.

The sound resounded through the square, and the overflowing emotions flowed, roaring, and flooding the audience like a big river.

(I'm really tired of not saving the manuscript, and I'm exhausted from being chased all day...... However, at the end of the month, continue to die begging for a monthly pass!)