"I don't know how many years have passed since the old style passed to my generation, I have the impression that there are more than ten generations, and then there are above, in the past, our Hugou Village was a place where the military granary, and our ancestors were all shipwrights or soldiers, so our repertoire has the most military themes. "When you grow up, you talk freely.

He can be said to have these things at his fingertips, and he has a lot of stories in his heart, and he finally has someone to listen to them, so he must tell them well.

There were several students from the school's radio and television station around, taking pictures with cameras in their hands, and some people were specially making records.

There are radio stations in the university, which broadcast some news and news on campus on weekdays.

Zhang He and Liu Xingwu stood aside, and the two of them chatted with Ma Bowen whether they had a match or not.

Today's protagonists are the old artists, not them.

Zhang He and they were very accurate in their positioning from the beginning, they were the nannies and assistants of the old artists, creating an environment for the development of the old artists and creating favorable conditions for the lives of the old artists.

"Grandpa, can you tell me about the musical instruments in your hands?" asked Zheng Wenzhong.

The old musical instruments are mainly the moon qin, plus other musical instruments, Liu Xingwu added several musical instruments to it, so that the old music is also high and low.

The students were most curious about musical instruments, especially the stool in Zhang Deyun's hand.

"This one in my hand is a moon qin, which is octagonal, and it can't be bought on the market, so we find a carpenter to make it. Zhang Delin picked up the Yueqin in his hand and introduced.

"Can we take a look?" Zheng Wenzhong was eager to try.

"Take it. Zhang Delin handed it over directly.

Stretching out his hands and respectfully holding the Yueqin in his hands, Zheng Wenzhong looked at it carefully for a while, then sat upright and played it a few times by himself.

A crisp voice sounded, and Zheng Wenzhong's face showed joy.

"President, I'd like to see it too. A few other students around said.

Zheng Wenzhong looked at Zhang Delin, after all, the instrument belongs to an old artist, not his, and he can't be the master.

"Take it and see it, you can see it. Zhang Delin waved his hand and smiled.

This is the first time that young people have gathered around him to ask questions, and it is just a month of piano, which can make young people like old people, even if you give them a hand.

A few college students played with the Yueqin as if they had gotten their favorite toys.

Most of them are students of the music association, with a little background in music, and there are some students who don't understand, but they also want to know.

There is a student who holds the moon qin and can play some simple tunes, but he has not practiced it before, which shows that the foundation of these people is very good.

"Grandpa, what do you have in your hand?" Zheng Wenzhong continued to ask.

Zhang Delu showed the things in his hand and said with a smile: "This is a bangzi, this is a bell, and we also made it ourselves." ”

Zhang Delu is the back groove, and the instruments he masters are these two things, sitting on the ground during weekday performances, in the front, everyone can notice.

"It's a bit difficult to operate with two hands. Zheng Wenzhong tried, but he was not proficient.

"You dolls, you have to practice to do it, and you definitely can't do it if you haven't practiced it. Zhang Delu said with a smile.

In the classroom, everyone laughed.

Zheng Wenzhong is the leader of the students, he asked about the musical instruments in the hands of each old artist, and also asked how to use them, and tried them all one by one.

In the end, there was still Zhang Deyun's instrument that had not been tried.

"Grandpa, can I smash it?" Zheng Wenzhong said tentatively.

"Okay, you come, I'll teach you. Zhang Deyun stood up and exposed the stool under his buttocks.

Seeing this scene, the eyes of the students were all focused.

Zheng Wenzhong stood up even more and put the notebook in his hand on the chair.

Zhang Deyun held the jujube wood block in his right hand, grabbed one side of the stool with his left hand, lifted the stool up, and tilted it to the ground.

With a wave of his hand, he smashed the jujube wood block down.

"Bang!"

A crisp sound sounded, Zhang Deyun swung his body and put on a posture, holding the jujube block high in his right hand.

"Young man, come, give it a try!" Zhang Deyun said with a smile.

Zheng Wenzhong hurriedly took the jujube wood block and stood in Zhang Deyun's position.

"President, don't embarrass us!"

"Don't hit your own hands!"

A few good students shouted.

Zheng Wenzhong said with a smile: "Put your heart in your stomach, if you want to smash it, you will smash it, I won't!"

He grabbed the stool and imitated Zhang Deyun's appearance.

"Hey!" Zheng Wenzhong shouted.

He slammed the jujube wood block down.

"Bang!"

As soon as he smashed down, Zheng Wenzhong's face became colorful, and he quickly let go of his hand, covering his right hand and grinning.

The sound is ringing, and the handle is numb.

Everyone laughed.

"Smashing this is not casual, like you to smash with brute force, you can't smash it a few times and your hands will be numb, you have to pay attention to skills, and exercise more, otherwise you won't have the strength. Zhang Deyun explained on the side.

He took the block and the stool and demonstrated it again.

"President, if you can't do it, let's do it. A boy said.

"Who said I can't do it, I can. Zheng Wenzhong hurriedly grabbed the stool and wooden block in his hand, for fear of being snatched away by others.

He's really in love with the old one.

The president of the Music Association of Wei Normal Academy, likes music, has heard many types, and it is the first time to hear the old dialect, Zheng Wenzhong understands in his heart how precious these old artists are.

It is a rare opportunity to communicate with these old artists, and you must take advantage of it.

Zheng Wenzhong picked up the wooden block again and smashed it.

"Bang!"

It's okay now, there is no numbness in the handle, and the posture is decent.

Zhang Deyun's posture is natural and natural, and it is only with this posture that he integrates the posture into the performance.

Zheng Wenzhong is not from the countryside, he has no experience, he can only imitate, and it is already possible to do this.

"President, it's time for me to try!" a boy went up and snatched the thing, and tried it himself.

"Bang!"

Grinning in pain, it's okay, do it again.

smashed the bench, smashed out the depression and sullenness in the heart, the person who smashed it was in a good mood, and everyone liked this action very much.

Liu Xingwu didn't expect that he just thought that this action was fun and interesting, and it could be added to the old dialect, so he quarreled with Zhang Deyun.

Unexpectedly, this action is everyone's favorite.

It may be that only smashing the bench is the least technically difficult.

"Grandpa, teach us how to sing, although time is limited, but we also want to learn it. Zheng Wenzhong proposed.

It's hard to be able to meet the old artists face-to-face, and they must be squeezed dry.

"Okay, if you want to learn, I'll teach. Zhang Delin nodded in agreement.

The old artists took the instruments in their hands and posed.

"Military Academy!" Zhang Delin shouted.

"In fact, we don't have a score for singing, it all depends on our mood and feelings. Zhang Delin explained to the students word by word.

A qualified veteran artist, who has been learning since he was a child, opening his voice, practicing his voice, and persevering every day.

Artistic attainments are not obtained in a vacuum, there is a huge effort behind them.

Singing with mood and feeling, this feeling is sung over the years.

Zhang Delin doesn't expect these students to sing any tricks, as long as they can like the old voice.

Zhang Chuan on the side was a little confused, he couldn't figure out why these students were so interested in the old language, he listened to it every day, he was tired of listening to it, and he didn't think there was anything good.

It's just that his heart is already a little moved, and he can make college students become his students after learning the old dialect, which seems to be a good feeling.

The students over there had already started to sing, each louder than the other, and if it weren't for the vocal music classroom, it would have been noisy outside.

When the students were satisfied with singing, Zheng Wenzhong smiled and said, "Grandpa, I plan to set up a club in the school that specializes in singing old dialects to inherit our art, what do you think?"

When the words fell, Zhang Delin and the others were all surprised.

"You want to set up a club that sings old words?" Zhang He said in disbelief.

"That's right, the old dialect is from Huayin, and it is also from Weinan, and we should have such a club in Weinan Normal College to inherit our old dialect and establish a place for the old dialect lovers on campus. Zheng Wenzhong said.

The attitude is firm, not like a joke.

The establishment of an old-fashioned club needs the recognition of old-fashioned artists, otherwise the old-fashioned club can only be a group of laymen's self-entertainment.

"Can't you?" Seeing Zhang He's expression, Zheng Wenzhong said a little worriedly.

"It's not that it's not possible, it's too good!" Zhang He said excitedly.

A series of unexpected gains made him a little unbelievable, and it was of great significance to the promotion of the old dialect to leave an old club in a university.

"I approve it, our Laoqiang Protection Center can cooperate with your community!" Liu Xingwu said immediately.

"Really?" Zheng Wenzhong was overjoyed.

"Of course it's true, the students of your club can come to our old age conservation center for field research and learning, and we will create conditions for you. Liu Xingwu said.

"Zheng Wenzhong, you kid can really think about it. Ma Bowen also smiled.

He didn't even think of this stubble, but he was thought of by the students.

It is a great honor for Wei Normal Institute to have an old club and the recognition of intangible cultural heritage units.

The first student-organized old-fashioned club in the country.

The funds of the club are at the students' own expense, and the school only needs to provide the venue, which is a small thing, but there are many benefits to being able to build this club in the Wei Normal Academy.

"I also support, Zheng Wenzhong, you go back and write an application and submit it to the Ministry of Education and Engineering, I will give it to the teacher over there, and the teacher said, let the club be established immediately!" Ma Bowen said loudly.

"The community needs musical instruments, and we can sponsor a set of musical instruments at the Elderly Conservation Center. Liu Xingwu followed closely.

A set of instruments doesn't cost much, but it makes a lot of sense.

"Thank you, Mr. Ma, thank you Director Liu, thank you old artists. Zheng Wenzhong hurriedly said.