On the hillside behind Hugou Village, a lonely tomb stood on the ground, an ordinary tombstone, a small earthen bag, and nothing else

Zhang Delin stood in front of the grave, staring at the tombstone for ten minutes, but he hadn't looked away.

Zhang He stood behind him and didn't say a word.

After leaving the village, Zhang Delin wanted to see his good brother.

Lao Yan's achievements today have exceeded too much compared to before, but Zhang Dehai has not had a chance to see this scene.

From beginning to end, Zhang Delin did not say a word to the tombstone.

He looked up, and the lofty mountains in the distance were hidden in the thick mist, and the shadows of the dangerous peaks of Huashan could be vaguely seen in them.

Turning around, Zhang Delin said softly: "Let's go." ”

The two left Zhang Dehai's grave.

On the day of the recording of the show, a bus drove up to the door of the old cavity protection center.

The bus was arranged by the Cultural Affairs Bureau, and was specially responsible for sending the veteran artists to Xi'an.

Feng Hao couldn't stand it, so he applied for one in the name of the Laoyan Protection Center, and as long as it was a performance around Weinan in the future, it would be directly picked up by special car, and there was no need for the old artists to go to the long-distance bus station again.

In addition to the artists of the Delin class, the people who went with them were Liu Xingwu and Zhang He, and by the way, Zhang Chuan was also brought.

Recently, Zhang Chuan performed well in the theater, and Zhang He gave him a chance to go to the show to see it, but he hadn't been there anyway.

Everyone got on the bus with props and musical instruments and headed for Xi'an.

The bus drove directly to the gate of Shaanxi TV station, explained its intention, showed its identity, and then called Wu Yue, and the TV station directly released it, and the bus drove in.

It's a familiar picture, but it's the people who come who have changed.

Wu Yue was already standing downstairs in the TV station building waiting for them.

Seeing Zhang He and his party coming, he hurriedly walked up and said, "Welcome." ”

"Director Wu, hello. Zhang He stretched out his hand and shook it.

Wu Yue's dress was unchanged from before, and he turned his head to look at the few people behind Zhang He.

"These are the old artists, right?" Wu Yue asked.

"Director Wu, let me introduce you. Zhang He took the initiative.

After introducing everyone to Wu Yue one by one, the group walked into the office of the program team.

In the conference room, Wu Yue showed the prepared program to several people.

Qin Shengguang will be broadcast every day, from Monday to Thursday, and from Friday to Sunday, the content broadcast is different, and most of the time some artists are directly invited to perform.

However, there will also be an interactive program every week, which is divided into three sections, namely "The Source of Sound", "The Beauty of Sound" and "Bright Voice".

It is this interactive episode that Lao Yan wants to participate in.

Wu Yue's arrangement is very detailed, specific to the specific performance of each link.

"Mr. Zhang, take a look at it too. Wu Yue handed over the other copy.

Zhang He waved his hand and said: "I don't have to watch it, just let Liu Xingwu and the artists go up to the show, and I will be an audience member in peace and mind offstage." ”

"Zhang He, you don't plan to be on TV?" Liu Xingwu said in surprise.

This is an opportunity to be on TV, but Zhang He is unwilling.

"I don't like to show my face in front of people, you're the director of the Laoqiang Protection Center, you have to go up, you represent me. Zhang He said with a smile.

I've never liked to be on TV, if it weren't for the old man, I'm afraid I wouldn't have stepped into the door of the TV station in my life, and it was enough to accompany the old artists here.

"Mr. Zhang, since you don't want to go, then we won't force it. Wu Yue said slowly.

"Okay, then I'll go up with Master Delin. Liu Xingwu smiled and flipped through the documents in his hand.

Wu Yue explained to everyone in the conference room some things to pay attention to in recording.

After that, everyone came to the recording hall and prepared to start recording.

There are a lot of people here, and there are other people in quyi, but they are all ordinary actors, not actors.

"The source of sound is our interaction with you, and here we basically ask questions and you answer. Wu Yue explained.

"The beauty of the sound is your talent show, singing old voices on stage, I don't need to say more, I think the old artists must be very good at it. ”

"Bright Voices is to be voted for by the audience and the best program, which we will record later according to the results. ”

After all was said and done, there was no audience in the audience, so everyone came to the rehearsal first.

"Hello grandpa, I am the host of "Qin Shengguang", my name is Lin Xiao. The hostess introduced herself.

Dressed in professional attire, he doesn't look very old.

Lin Xiao looked at these old artists in front of her curiously, she also watched the video of the music festival, and couldn't connect these old people with the old people performing at the music festival.

Judging from the appearance alone, Zhang Delin and the others are like peasants, and nothing else is revealed on them.

"Hello, hello. Zhang Delin and others responded.

Lin Xiao smiled and held back the curiosity in his heart, anyway, when the show will be recorded, you can see the old artists performing, so don't worry.

"Uncle He, do you think we will be on TV every day in the future?" Zhang Chuan looked curiously in the recording hall, his eyes lit up with stars.

"You are a TV station opened by our family, how can you be on TV every day. "Zhang He didn't have a good airway.

Zhang Chuan looked left and right, very curious about everything, but he couldn't help but touch it in his heart.

There are rules in the recording hall, you can watch it, but you can't move around, and you can't affect people's normal recording.

After a while, those audience members will also come in, so Wu Yue let Zhang He and Zhang Chuan come to the scene in advance.

"I'm pretty much there, why don't I learn the same old dialect so that I can be on TV," Zhang Chuan muttered.

"Okay, as long as you're willing to learn. Zhang He said with a smile.

If Zhang Chuan can really start learning the old style, it will be a small breakthrough, which will lower the average age of the old style artists.

At present, only the old dialect club of Wei Normal Academy is learning the old dialect, and it cannot be said that it is learning, but it is just groping for itself according to the video and some simple information.

The teaching materials are not ready, the school still has something to do, and it is impossible for the students to come to the old art protection center at any time to listen to the old artists.

"I'll take another look. Zhang Chuan grinned.

On the stage, Liu Xingwu sat on the sofa a little cramped, and the old artists were around.

Liu Xingwu is also on TV for the first time, and his coming here can be said to be an order from his superiors, and he cannot shirk it.

There are also two quyi who cooperate with the old voice to participate in the show.

Wu Yue stood under the stage and announced the start of the rehearsal.

The host began to read the opening speech and introduce the guests who came here, everything went smoothly and there were no major problems.

Most of the questions to be asked are not asked now, but only when the actual recording is made.

Wu Yue is worthy of being a famous choreographer, and under his command, the content of the program has become brighter.

When it came time to perform in an old-fashioned manner, Wu Yue proposed to add modern elements.

Han Le'an can add it, why can't I add it.

"Director Wu, then you have to find a band by yourself, I don't have a band for you to call. Zhang He smiled bitterly.

The previous band was Han Le'an's own company, and as soon as Han Le'an left, the band also took it with him.

Wu Yue frowned, this is a problem, but it doesn't matter, go to the channel next door to borrow one.

Shaanxi TV has so many channels and so many programs, there are always talented people who can do music, and they will cooperate with the performance without delaying much time.

Rehearsals took the longest.

By the third section, there would be nothing to rehearse.

Recording officially begins.

The audience is all locals, most of them come voluntarily, most of them are elderly, and there are relatively few young people.

Zhang He and Zhang Chuan sat in the best position.

At the beginning of the program, the host reads the words.

The first section is called "The Source of Sound", mainly through the communication with old artists, and the playback of some video materials, telling the audience the source of the old voice, which can play a good role in popularizing science.

On the stage, Lin Xiao held a card in his hand and asked, "Grandpa Delin, there are no young people in the village learning the old dialect now, aren't you in a hurry?"

"What's the use of being anxious, young people don't want to learn, we can't force others, now it's a new society, not an old society. Zhang Delin smiled.

"I didn't expect Grandpa Delin to see it so openly, and there is a young man from Hugou Village sitting at our scene today, his name is Zhang Chuan. Lin Xiao said suddenly.

The audience quickly searched for the seats and soon found Zhang Chuan's traces.

There is really a junior from Hugou Village here.

The camera focuses on where Zhang Chuan is sitting.

Zhang He was also extremely surprised, and turned his head to look at Wu Yue not far away, Wu Yue smiled at him, with deep meaning in his smile.

Zhang He immediately understood that this paragraph was added by Wu Yue, and there was no one in advance.

Zhang Chuan, this kid is really unlucky, fortunately it's not me...... Zhang He rejoiced in his heart.

"Zhang Chuan, have you ever thought about learning the old dialect?" Lin Xiao asked while standing on the stage.

The staff in the audience handed Zhang Chuan a microphone, and he hurriedly held it in his hand, trembling a little because of nervousness.

The attention of the audience was focused on him.

At this moment, Zhang Chuan suddenly felt that it was not so easy to sing the old dialect.

It's hard, at least for him, to perform and sing freely on stage, under everyone's attention.

Zhang Chuan may have been a little nervous and hasn't spoken until now. Lin Xiao played a round field.

Zhang Delin said with a smile: "You are a coward, you are usually very clever in the village, why did you get on the show, you can just say it when people ask you." ”

"Zhang Chuan, don't be nervous, just say whatever you want. Lin Xiao smiled.

Zhang Chuan looked around, Uncle He sat next to him, giving him an encouraging look, and the other audience looked at him with curiosity or surprise.

He took a deep breath and had an answer to the question in his heart.

"I want to learn from the old ways. Zhang Chuan said slowly.