In Hugou Primary School, old artists sit in the classroom.

There were no desks or chairs in the original classroom, and the benches were all moved from home.

There are a total of eight elderly people in the classroom, forming a small group of Delin class.

The lead singer and Yueqin player, Zhang Delin, is also the head of the Delin class.

The person in charge of the back groove, bangzi and bell is Zhang Delu, another old man in the village.

Zhang Delu has liked old-fashioned since he was a child, and he has also sung for decades.

Zhang Deyun sat on a bench, sullen, and still a little panicked in his heart.

The old-fashioned artist is multi-talented, and he didn't say who would know what, and Zhang Deyun could also play the bench.

In charge of the horn was Mr. Zhang Demin, who was in his fifties, dressed in simple clothes, like an old farmer working in the fields.

Those who play the erhu, those who play the bass douhu, those who play gongs, and those who play the banhu.

There weren't so many before, but Liu Xingwu asked for everything, and added a low hu to it, with high notes and low tones.

Everyone was wearing their usual clothes, the old farmers in Guanzhong, and they were very down-to-earth.

Inside the classroom, a piece of black paint was painted on the wall, and the surrounding area was nailed with wooden strips, which was a blackboard that former students looked at in class.

Once the light is not good, once the light is reflected, the handwriting on the blackboard is not clear.

"Grandfathers, this time I ask you to cooperate with my work. Liu Xingwu said politely.

The artists in front of him are older than him, and they can't teach him casually, but since he wants to take over the team, he has to play a role, you can't say a word to me, you have to follow his orders.

If you have an opinion, you can discuss it.

"I said you are nonsense, you can show me now what you want to do. Zhang Delu was unconvinced.

He had a bang in his hand and a bell at his feet.

"Grandpa, don't worry, I can fix it. Liu Xingwu's expression was calm.

"Let's start with the strings. Liu Xingwu said slowly.

In the old cavity, the chords are dominated by the moon qin.

The Yueqin is homemade by old artists, and it has three strings, one sub-string, and two middle strings, and these two middle strings are tied on the same shaft.

Liu Xingwu has studied quyi and has an understanding of these, and he has become familiar with all these instruments in the past few days, and he has a number in his heart.

Zhang Delin held the Yueqin and plucked it, making a sound, and the erhu, douhu, and banhu followed the debugging.

Not really.

Who cares about this old artists, it's almost enough.

Liu Xingwu had no choice but to get started himself, but after getting it right, the music sounded.

"No, the taste has changed. Liu Xingwu's brows furrowed.

Zhang He also heard that something was wrong.

In the past, artists sang with their temperament, and they were so professional, and it was unnatural to have shackles.

"Little doll, you can't do it like this, I don't feel it anymore!" Zhang Delin also shouted.

If you lose your charm, the old tone is not the old one.

"Again, I'll listen to it again. Liu Xingwu continued.

Everyone let go again, and Liu Xingwu listened to the tune in it.

I've been working on this thing all day.

Liu Xingwu also listened and took notes.

"The fixed string is do, and the old string is sol. The next day, Liu Xingwu finally figured it out and set the tone.

"Grandpa, you don't have to stick to the tune when you play, just improvise. Liu Xingwu followed closely.

What the old man wants is a natural and simple, unrestrained atmosphere, and the play of the old artists is the most important.

These are there, the others are almost ready, and everyone has started training programs.

For the old artists, the saddest thing about removing the shadow puppet cloth and facing the audience is the mental hurdle.

In the past, behind the shadow puppet cloth, I sang how I wanted, how I wanted to pull, but now that I have withdrawn, I feel uncomfortable.

What Liu Xingwu has to do is to let the old people relax.

The prepared program, the old-fashioned and classic repertoire, was also performed last time, "Will Make a Shock to the Mountains and Rivers".

There used to be shadow puppet plays, but now there are no shadow puppet plays, adding the movements and demeanor of the old people.

Liu Xingwu was so tired that he was sweating profusely, so he almost fought with these old people.

He came from a professional background, but the old people are not.

Many things in the old style are passed down by word of mouth, from generation to generation, whether the apprentice practices well or not, the master has the final say, the master says that you can, and the apprentice can go on stage to perform.

There are not so many rules and regulations, some are just a heart of blood and a pure heart.

"Okay, okay, I'll talk about it later, let's eat first. Seeing that the two gangs were about to fight again, Zhang He hurriedly went up to persuade him and let everyone eat.

If it weren't for him, I'm afraid there would be a lot of noise here all day.

However, Liu Xingwu is also bold, and he insists on carrying the pressure of these old people to get rid of their stinky temper.

The rice is sent from the town, Guanzhong stew, rice soup with grits, and steamed buns.

The old people carried a large porcelain bowl, a large bowl of grain grits, scooped some stewed vegetables on it with a spoon, held the bowl in one hand, and held chopsticks in the other.

Eat a bite of vegetables, eat a bite of steamed buns, and eat a bite of breaded grits.

Everyone squatted in the courtyard, not caring about the image at all, anyway, the gate was locked, and no one came to look.

Liu Xingwu and Zhang He squatted together, and the old people squatted together.

"Well, you can't find that feeling. Liu Xingwu sighed.

"Don't worry, there's still time. Zhang He comforted.

Feng Hao told them before that there was only one month left, and Liu Xingwu also got news from the bureau a few days ago, and the matter was going to be decided.

A month later, the Huayin People's Theater held a report performance on the declaration of intangible cultural heritage.

At that time, the programs that are still left after screening will go up to report and perform, and Lao Yan is also among them.

At that time, the people who will come are not only members of the intangible cultural heritage census team, but also some news media and some relevant leaders of higher-level departments.

The performance of the show will determine whether it can continue to move forward and win more resources.

That's all the time left for the old man, if it doesn't work this time, he really has to wait for next time.

"It's my first time, so it's a bit difficult, but I think it's okay to be old-fashioned. Liu Xingwu said in a deep voice.

He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, he must let those who think the old way is not good to take a look, the old tone can, so that more people know this art and are willing to listen to it.

After eating, start training immediately.

"Military Academy!" Zhang Delin sang.

"Eh!" everyone responded.

"Prepare the horse!" Zhang Delin sang.

"Eh!" everyone responded.

"Raise the knife and serve!" Zhang Delin sang.

The voices of the people converged into a torrent, stirring people's hearts, the sound of music sounded, Zhang Delin sat in the middle position, holding the Yueqin and began to chant loudly.

"Will make a sound to shake the mountains and rivers!" Zhang Delin sang.

"Saddle up with human skin armor!"

The performance is a little jerky and unsatisfactory, there is no problem with singing, and the old artists are professional.

Liu Xingwu recorded some analyses and insights in the notebook, and analyzed this music from a professional point of view.

In his eyes, the old tone belongs to singing music, which should be studied in two aspects: singing and chanting.

Almost all of Shaanxi's opera genres have chanting tunes, but if you want to say something special, only the old-fashioned chanting tunes are the most distinctive and have a wider range of use.

It is precisely because of this that Liu Xingwu was attracted for the first time.

In the old dialect, the first poem, the next poem, the interlude and the rhyme with a strong rhythm in the branch board are all chanting tones.

Keziban is a kind of singing, with dry drums, bangzi, bells to hit the beat, in the form of allegro to say or sing a special form, the rhythm is bright, the language is funny, witty.

Chanting in the local language, prolonging the tonality of the characters, forming a special form with rhyme and tone, is a musical language, linguistic music.

After reading so many books, he finally has a place to use, and Liu Xingwu has a sense of accomplishment in his heart.

Liu Xingwu reads books in the library in the morning, trains at school in the afternoon, and sometimes doesn't necessarily have an early rest in the evening.

His sincerity also made the old people sigh, and they all put away the resentment in their hearts and practiced hard with him.

"Zhang He, come up with an idea, since we have removed the shadow puppet, let's do a sitcom, a stage play, and the artists will sing and act at the same time, this is absolutely beautiful!" Liu Xingwu asked.

Zhang He thought for a while and said, "Do you remember when we went to the Cultural Affairs Bureau that day?"

"I remember. Liu Xingwu looked puzzled.

"We didn't talk about folklore on the road, Huayin is the most famous is Huashan, and the most famous folklore of Huashan is that agarwood splits the mountain to save the mother, and engages in sitcoms, I think we can do this. Zhang He proposed, after careful consideration.

Intangible cultural heritage is declared by region, and if you want to express something that can represent the local atmosphere, Huashan has absolutely no problem.

If Huashan can't represent Huayin, then there is nothing to represent.

"Good idea, agarwood splits the mountain to save the mother, there should be this song in the old dialect. Liu Xingwu's eyes lit up.

Zhang He smiled and said: "I've worked hard for you in the past few days, I'm going to go back to the city, and the matter here will be handed over to you for the time being." ”

"You should go back, I haven't seen my little girlfriend in a while. Liu Xingwu said with a smile.

The two said a few words, and Zhang He left here.

Back in the village, Zhang He entered Zhao Yun's house and asked, "Sister-in-law, you tell Zhang Chuan to leave tomorrow." ”

"Okay, I'll tell him. Zhao Yun wiped her hands and hurriedly walked out.

After a while, Zhao Yun grabbed Zhang Chuan and walked back.

"Mom, my game has just started, I can't play it if you pull me back!" Zhang Chuan muttered, looking aggrieved.

"Are you still reasonable to run the game hall and play games?" Zhao Yun reprimanded.

"I'm making money, they can't beat that level, let me help them play, the whole town can be passed, a few of them pooled money to ask me to play the level, not only do I not spend money, but I can also earn five cents for a level. Zhang Chuan argued.

Listening to Zhang He on the side, he was in awe.

This kid can, not only does it cost nothing to play games, but someone also gives him money.