Zhang He never thought of this scene even if he dreamed, but today it happened in front of his eyes.

The cries struck on his eardrums and echoed in his head, as if to tell him that the old man was not dead!

One arm hugged him, and when he turned his head, it was Liu Xingwu, with a sigh of emotion and some emotion.

At this moment, on the stage, Zhang Delin sang to the last few lines.

"Push away the green-maned horse!"

"Hey!"

"Haojie dares to take the lead!"

"Hi...... Hi Hi Hi ...... Hey!" louder than the other.

The audience listened to the old talk, and their hearts were surging.

Zhang Deyun stood at the forefront, and the jujube wood blocks in his hand fell on the bench one by one, with a clear rhythm.

The musicians standing behind each of them were playing the music earnestly, with a hint of joy on their faces.

During the rehearsal, they were amazed by the performances of the veteran artists, who were born with a sense of rock and roll in their performances, and they truly belonged to Chinese rock.

The veteran artist's stage performance skills are profound, and no one is not impressed, and now seeing the audience cheering and listening to the sound of the audience shouting along with the music, the musicians' emotions are also mobilized.

"It's ......" Zhang Delin stood up and sang aloud.

The sound of the music became more and more radical.

All the old artists sang together: "Haojie urges the horse to enter!"

"Ah...... Ahahe......"

The audience sang and shouted along.

"The outpost soldier reported it!" Zhang Delin finished singing the last sentence.

The old artists responded in unison.

"Ahh......h Ahh......h Yes...... Huh...... Ahh......h

This is the ancient music that truly belongs to China, the music that belongs to the yellow earth, and the music that belongs to the people.

Zhang Delin's face was full of smiles, and he hummed the last tune in his mouth: "Ahhhhh......h Yes...... Yes...... Ahh

The song gradually deepened and was about to end.

The audience began to applaud, and the applause was thunderous, echoing in the abandoned factory building.

The music fades away.

The applause lasted for a long time, and the young people in the audience shouted.

"Good!"

"Well sung!"

"One more song!"

Voices sounded from all directions, and Zhang He had tears in his eyes.

The show was a success.

The cooperation with Han Le'an cannot be said to be perfect, but it is definitely far beyond the previous ones, and the audience's reaction cannot be faked.

"I've never heard it before. ”

"It's worth the ticket, it sounds so comfortable!"

The noise of the audience was incessant, and the audience's voice was strong.

The performance doesn't end, and there are tunes.

Even if the performance time of a band is shorter, it will take about forty minutes, and the veteran artists and Han Le'an are prepared, but there is not only one song "Will Shake the Mountains and Rivers".

The veteran artists stood on the stage, one after another, one song after another, and the venue of the entire music festival entered a climax.

When the show was over, the old artists walked off the stage with their things, and the next band came on.

It's just because the old voice performs in the front, and no matter how wonderful the performance in the back is, it can't compare to the feeling brought by the combination of traditional music and modern music.

The experience of something new is always incomparable.

"Thank you for your performance. Behind the stage, Han Le'an said with a smile.

"It's been a long time since I've sung so comfortably, and we want to thank you!" Zhang Delin said with a comfortable face.

sang several tunes on the stage, the combination of rock and old-fashioned, and the audience reacted fiercely, which was the best reward for the artists, and the old artists were very happy.

"Director Han, thank you for giving me this opportunity. Zhang He said gratefully.

Sincerely grateful, if it weren't for the performance on stage this time, Zhang He wouldn't have discovered the charm of the old tone.

No matter what the others are, the audience watching the music festival here today will definitely deeply remember the four words of Huayin Laojiao, which will play an indelible role in the promotion of Laohua in the future.

What's more, most of these audiences are young people.

The world belongs to young people, and winning the love of young people is a difficult thing for a traditional art to do, and Lao Yan has done it now.

"You're welcome, you've done us a favor, too, or I wouldn't know where to find a band. Han Le'an smiled.

"Director Han, when you see when you are free, I will invite you to dinner. Zhang He said with a smile.

"We're too short on time, we can't get out now, I'm going to fly back tomorrow morning, Mr. Zhang, let's have dinner together next time." ”

Han Le'an also wants to have a good exchange with the artists, but he doesn't have enough time.

The company has a lot to do, and it has to rush to the next place to organize a new music festival.

"Okay, Director Han, I can remember this meal, I must invite you next time. Zhang He said with a smile.

Han Le'an smiled, and everyone returned to the office together.

Although he performed in cooperation with Han Le'an, this trip was not for nothing, and he also had income.

However, Zhang He doesn't care about these incomes, the important thing about this performance is that the old man showed his face at the music festival.

Sitting in the car back to Huayin, Zhang He felt extremely emotional.

"What, brother, are you still not happy?" Liu Xingwu said with a smile.

"There is a long way to go, now the money is not enough, I can't open a theater in Xi'an, I can't perform, I can only rely on the small theater in Huayin to support it. Zhang He sighed.

Although it has been performed at the festival, it has not been of substantial help to the theater in Huayin at present.

"It's okay, let's figure out a way together about money, and we can always solve it. Liu Xingwu said slowly.

It is already remarkable that Lao Yan has come from the small song in the village to this point, and it is so difficult to take another step forward.

You can't be in a hurry, and if you're in a hurry, it's easy to have problems.

When they arrived in Hugou Village, Zhang Delin and his family continued to farm every day and sing opera at night.

Because of the relationship of funds, Zhang He decided to suspend the pace of the old man to go to Xi'an, and first work steadily and steadily, and manage the one-third of an acre of land in Weinan.

In the Laohua Cultural Theater, on the stage, the artists are performing hard.

There were fifty or sixty people in the audience, a little more than before.

Zhang Chuan flipped through a novel in his hand and sat at the gate of the theater.

There was a sudden sound of chaotic footsteps outside, Zhang Chuan subconsciously raised his head, his face changed, and the book in his hand fell to the ground.

"Young man, do you know Zhang He?" a woman walked slowly, holding a microphone with the words "Shaanxi TV" written on it.

"Yes, Zhang He is my uncle. Zhang Chuan said blankly.

Behind the woman, a man holding a camera was followed by several people dressed as reporters.

"Hello, can you let us in?" the woman continued.

As soon as he heard this, Zhang Chuan immediately got up and blocked the door.

"I'm sorry, but the theater is going on right now, and you can't go in without a ticket. Zhang Chuan said undoubtedly.

If you go in to watch the play without buying a ticket, what will happen to those viewers who buy tickets.

"I'm a reporter from Shaanxi TV, and I'm here to interview Zhang He. ”

"I'm a reporter from Xi'an TV, and I also want to interview Zhang He, young man, you let us in!"

"I'm a reporter from Huashang Daily, let's go in!"

A group of reporters pounced.

"Who knows if you're from the TV station?" Zhang Chuan blocked the door and stopped these people, but none of them were put in.

This group of reporters are stunned, we are really from the TV station, and we won't even let you in when we come to interview you.

"Young man, we're really from the TV station, or else, you call your uncle out, and we'll talk to him. The reporter at the front said.

"Don't try to cheat, if I go to call someone, you will definitely break in!" Zhang Chuan said with a look of death.

Anyway, if you don't buy a ticket, you can't enter!

A reporter finally reacted and hurriedly said, "Is it possible to enter by buying a ticket?"

Zhang Chuan nodded.

"Okay, let's buy tickets, I want three!"

"I'll buy it too, I want two!"

"I want to ......"

A group of reporters hurriedly said, took money out of their pockets and handed it out.

Zhang Chuan put away the money with a smile and gave tickets to all these people.

"After selling so many tickets at once, Uncle He will definitely praise me, I'm a genius!" Zhang Chuan said with a smile in his heart.

After counting the money in his hand, Zhang Chuan said: "You follow me in, the performance has already started inside, don't make a noise." ”

The reporters were about to die in a hurry, but in order to get in, they had to agree to come down.

Zhang Chuan stuffed the money in his pocket and stared at the group of reporters with a wary expression, before turning around and walking inside.

The reporters hurriedly followed behind and walked in.

On the stage, Zhang Yusheng just finished singing, and the audience resounded with sparse applause.

When the reporters walked in, their eyes lit up and they had found the right place!

At this time, Zhang He happened to come out of the backstage and saw Zhang Chuan followed by a group of people, looking suspicious.

This is a reporter, how did you get here?

"Uncle He, you see, these people all want to come in to find you, I asked them all to buy tickets and come in, and they sold a lot of money!" Zhang Chuan showed off.

When the group of reporters heard the voice, their eyes were all focused on Zhang He.

The main lord is here, he is Zhang He!

A group of reporters rushed directly past Zhang Chuan and said one after another.

"Mr. Zhang, I'm a reporter from Shaanxi TV, I want to interview you!"

"Mr. Zhang, I am a reporter from Xi'an TV, and my performance at the music festival is very popular in Xi'an, what do you think?"

"Mr. Zhang......"

The noisy sound resounded in his ears, and Zhang He was instantly stunned.

"You're here to interview the old man?" Zhang He wondered.

"Mr. Zhang, you don't know yet?" a reporter wondered.

"What do you know?" Zhang He looked strange.

The group of reporters looked left and right, looking surprised.

Huayin's old dialect has become popular all over Xi'an, and this main owner doesn't know it?