As Min Xue thought, the Lei family has a deep cultural heritage, and even the place where they live contains a profound cultural heritage. ~with~dream~small~say~щ~suimеng~lā

That's right, the Lei family's old house is located in a small courtyard in an old alley, which was called a common place in the past, but now it can afford to live in, and its status and value are indispensable.

Because there are only old alleys, it can still maintain the original flavor of the old capital, which makes people forget to return.

Walking up the stairs, entering the courtyard gate with red paint and green tiles, a row of down-to-earth purple morning glories are quietly climbing one side of the courtyard wall, and next to them is a vegetable field that grows happily.

"Old man, I can find you the long-awaited Min Xue. ”

As soon as he entered the gate, Lei Jinghui shouted into the courtyard.

Min Xue followed Lei Jinghui and went straight to the study, and said in Lei Jinghui's words, "The old man is reading in the study during this time period." ”

Live and learn until you are old.

Ashamed and ashamed, Min Xue couldn't help but make a comparison, and found that he had significantly less time to read books recently.

It's so happily set.

However, before the two of them could take a few steps, they saw a completely unkempt old man wearing a white hurdle vest and big pants, standing up from the vegetable patch violently.

"So fast, why don't you say hello in advance, you dead boy," the old man complained, and a pair of clay hands slapped Lei Jinghui twice on the approaching body, and suddenly two big handprints appeared.

Yes, no matter how it doesn't look, this must be Lei Jiannian Lei Lao.

The old man said and turned his head to look at Min Xue, "Ahaha, the image of the old man came to meet the guest, it's rude." ”

Although the old man's current appearance is a bit far from the image of the people's artist, it is still within the acceptable range.

Because after meeting Lei Jinghui, Min Xue had a general psychological preparation for this family.

"Everyone's demeanor," Min Xue gave a thumbs up.

Although it is not under the east fence of picking chrysanthemums, it is not easy to see Nanshan leisurely, but in the huge downtown area, there is such a piece of paradise and such a state of mind, which is not easy.

Lei Lao Yile, "What everyone, it's just a retired old man who grows vegetables." ”

Although he didn't care about the image, it wasn't a way of hospitality, Lei Lao asked Lei Jinghui to take Min Xue to the living room first, and he changed his clothes before he walked out again.

The snow-white practice clothes, with silver hair and goatee, are full of fairy wind and bones, and they are like two people before.

"Since I watched Xiaoyou's lyrics and songs at Boran, I thought about when I would have the opportunity to meet, and this time I finally made the trip. Lei Lao said with emotion.

Lei Jinghui's hand holding the fan couldn't help but tremble, "Old man, our Da Min is a real person, don't you play this mile of Gelleng's set, haven't you looked at others and don't fix those virtual things?"

Min Xue was stunned, empty? He suddenly realized that the first time he came to the door, he actually came with empty hands?

Hey, it's too troublesome.

Lei Lao was also helpless about this son who didn't have a door, and blew his beard and glared, "How old are you, how can you speak?"

After scolding, Lei Lao turned his head to Min Xue and said kindly, "Little friend, you don't care about this bastard boy! ”

Min Xue smiled, "I want to learn from my seniors." ”

Old man Lei's eyes lit up, and his heart, which was already extremely appreciative of Min Xue's lyrics and music skills, changed to admiration, this is what art should look like.

Although it is a Chinese tradition to exchange courtesies, many of them have changed under some habits of the Chinese people, and the old man has been doing it for most of his life and is tired of it.

Besides, people are almost buried in the ground, so where do they care about these mundane things.

"I listen to your tunes repeatedly, and the more I listen to them, the more wonderful I feel, come on, come on, you tell me about the specific creative process," said the old man Lei, and walked directly to the study with Min Xue.

"As for you," as soon as he turned to Lei Jinghui, Old Man Lei lost his face, "Go and take out my can of Longjing!"

"Longjing, that can that Old Man Peng is reluctant to take out and drink?" Lei Jinghui said in disbelief.

Old man Lei blew his beard again, "What nonsense!"

Drinking tea, especially good tea, has never been a simple matter.

When Lei Jinghui finished the preparations and entered the study with his things, he saw the scene of the old man stroking his beard and laughing.

"You may not believe it, Xiaoyou, the song "Young Ambition Without Sorrow" you wrote, it seems to be just like what the old man thinks, it is really inspiring. ”

"It's a great honor. ”

The old man's decades of profound musical skills are by no means comparable to ordinary people, and the short conversation with Lei Lao made Min Xue's thoughts clear, and some musical problems suddenly became clear.

"Xiaoyou is so young, he has such accomplishments in music, congratulations, the old man looks forward to seeing more and better works of Xiaoyou in his lifetime. ”

At Old Man Lei's age, there is nothing happier than watching the younger generations grow up and even surpass themselves.

"Recently, I got a word song, and I wanted to ask Lei Lao to taste it. ”

talked about it, Min Xue didn't hide it, and just took out the song "I Love Your Motherland" to dry.

"Oh?" the old man's eyes immediately lit up a few octaves, "Is there a finished product?"

Min Xue didn't answer directly, but asked, "Can I borrow a pen and paper?"

A moment later, under the vigorous handwriting, lines of lyrics appeared.

"I love your motherland, I love your vigorous seedlings in spring, I love your golden fruits in autumn, I love your green pine temperament, I love your red plum character!"

Min Xue was writing, and Lei Lao, who couldn't wait, read it out.

After the whole poem was written, Lei Lao was amazed, and the three words couldn't help blurting out.

"Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!"

Although Lei Jinghui, who was pouring tea on the side, also thought that this word was well written and very picturesque, he habitually raised the bar with his father and said, "What's the wonder?"

Old Man Lei glared at him, "When you were young, you were asked to learn music with me, but you kid just didn't learn, now he's numb, right?"

It is not difficult to see from Lei Jinghui's profession that he has not embarked on the path of a pure musician, maybe he is not so interested in music?

"Yes, I know your old major, come and analyze it," Seeing that his father brought up the old matter again, Lei Jinghui immediately put on a top hat and changed the topic.

"Words are wonderful, words are even better!"

Old Man Lei stroked his beard in one hand and held the piece of paper on which Min Xueshi had written words in the other, and savored it.

"You should always know what are the writing techniques of our traditional Chinese lexicon, right?"

This is not a purely musical thing, Lei Jinghui can cope with it, "Fu Bixing?"

"That's right, it's not white. ”

Old Man Lei's words made Lei Jinghui roll his eyes, "In your heart, your son is illiterate?"

Old Man Lei didn't take this stubble at all, but carefully commented on this poem.