In the face of Mr. Zhan's wild words, Li Yu was a little angry and said solemnly.

"Western music and Chinese ancient music have their own developments, each has its own merits, and there is no need to denigrate the other thing because one of them is good for development. ”

"Isn't what I'm talking about?Gu Le ancient paintings, pay attention to a [freehand], do you know what freehand means?" Mr. Zhan said calmly: "Freehand is invisible, you can't draw a real shape, so you use [Yi] to fool the past, it's just a bunch of splashed ink, and it's really laughing at the forced intention... Of course, there are also abstract paintings, which are also splashed with ink and become paintings, which are simply things used to hype up fools... To put it mildly, the favorite of money laundering transactions is these 'famous paintings', after all, they are [art], and their value is immeasurable. ”

No one refutes this, and it is already a common basic routine to use famous paintings to launder money abroad.

"We have special concerts for Western music, but do we have Chinese classical music? Yes, of course, but I don't know how small the scale is. Mr. Zhan continued: "Whether it is Chinese ancient music or Chinese painting, it is purely more important than the actual factor, who are the people who listen to it? We young people are more pragmatic, so we don't eat your set, we only listen to real music, really pleasant music!"

At this time, Mr. Zhan sneered.

"It's useless to talk too much, just wait until you get on the stage, there is an old saying in our country, it's a mule or a horse, just pull it out and know it..."

With that, Mr. Zhan went to prepare for his performance.

"Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting are the rhyme of Chinese culture, and the identity is so low. "There was also some surprise in the sound of the system.

Li Yu was the only one left in the entire waiting room, shaking his head.

"It has something to do with the widespread Westernization of education and cultural immersion now... In fact, at first, I didn't know that their sense of identity with the Huaxia guqin was so low. ”

......

"Grandpa Zhang, I still don't feel right about your decision. A white-collar beauty who looked to be about 30 years old, dressed smartly, and had a bewitching brow on her brows, shook her head and said, "I can understand what you mean, I want to cultivate students and everyone's enthusiasm for national rhyme... But..."

"But what?"

Zhang Zexing, who was in the special seat, smiled slightly, and at the same time opened his warm pot and drank the hot tea inside, looking leisurely.

The white-collar beauty's eyes flashed, gritted her teeth and said: "But you can't let a Taoist priest of unknown origin play it, there are a lot of guqins, not to mention that you come forward, just to promote the national rhyme, they will also come." ”

Zhang Zexing said after taking a sip of hot tea.

"Xiaoqing, you can go play with my good grandson at this time, don't worry about me, I'll just enjoy my music silently... Also, you can just call me grandpa, you don't need to add my last name. ”

The white-collar beauty named Xiaoqing blushed, but still said: "He plays by himself, I don't care..."

Finally, Xiaoqing sighed.

"Okay, grandpa, if you really think that Taoist priest is at a good level..."

"Xiaoqing, let me state first, I haven't heard Master Li's piano music, and I don't know the specific level. Zhang Zexing said with a smile.

"You... If you haven't heard of it, you dare to let him go on stage. Xiao Qing felt that he had heard it wrong, and said in amazement: "Grandpa, this matter can be big or small, at the big point, they can even attack you for selfish desires and abuse of power, this matter is not a joke, you let such a person who has never met and has no known level go up to play... This..."

"Relax your mind and relax your heart, I believe that Master Li can hold the position of the finale... Not because of anything else, just because he is Master Li. Zhang Zexing looked serious.

"I don't know what kind of ecstasy soup that little Taoist priest poured into you... Forget it, let's think about how to PR things on the Internet when the time comes. Xiao Qing looked helplessly at the stage that was about to open, and complained again: "Alas, I can already imagine what will happen next, a young Taoist priest who doesn't know what level he will have, what will happen to the finale when facing the elite who graduated from the top music academies around the world..."

Zhang Zexing just smiled, continued to drink his tea, and waited silently.

Soon, a young man came over and sat next to Xiaoqing, who was Zhang Zexing's grandson.

"Xingda, you persuade grandpa...."Xiao Qing suddenly stuck to the young man next to him.

"What is there to persuade? Zhang Xingda wondered.

Xiaoqing immediately told Zhang Xingda about the matter.

Zhang Xingda was a little surprised and said: "That Taoist priest... I think it should... There won't be a problem. ”

"Why are you also obsessed, how can it be okay. Xiaoqing was stunned and said: "Let's not talk about his level, I also know about the guqin, only older people can play the charm of the qin, how can this young person who has not experienced anything play the rhyme of the guqin." ”

Zhang Xingda looked at his leisurely grandfather and shook his head.

"That Taoist priest... It's a little different from the Taoist priests you've seen, he's very special. ”

At this time, Zhang Xingda hesitated for a moment and said: "Frankly speaking, when I saw him for the first time, I felt very annoying, and I felt disgusted from the bottom of my heart, and I always felt that I had known him for a long time... However, hate is hate, and there is no hatred in it, alas, it is strange. ”

Xiaoqing subconsciously felt that the Taoist priest was a very annoying person, and pouted.

"Don't worry, the Taoist priest you hate may be going to make a fool of himself in a while, and he doesn't weigh himself, so he dares to appear at the big vocal concert where the elites gather, hum... When the time comes, he will know why he was wrong, and I hope he really has two brushes that can shock the audience. ”

Zhang Xingda smiled, hugged Xiaoqing, just looked at the stands, and didn't know what he was thinking.

There are no fancy hosts, only the lights are dark, the splendid appearance, the violinist, the drummer, the piano player, the conductor.

There was no applause, everyone just watched the stage quietly.

The conductor bowed gracefully and waved the baton in his hand.

Performance, begin.

A pleasant sound sounds...

Keys, strings, strings and percussion interplay sounds...

Zhang Xingda also closed his eyes and listened to the music.

"It's just the most introductory piece Canon, and it can be played so beautifully by them, worthy of the students of the top 10 colleges..."

Xiao Qing was also immersed in this symphony, and at the same time glanced at Zhang Zexing and muttered.

"Grandpa should be in a hurry now, seeing their level of performance..."