Chapter Twenty-Nine: There are high and low arts, but there is no high or low
It is wanton.
People are the people of life.
The unbridled people, the same as the four people, means the wanton life.
After only changing one word, the artistic conception has been improved, which makes Shen Yiran have a little more respect for Chinese characters.
The name of the group was decided, because after four years of practicing together, each person's function did not need to be subdivided.
Shen Yiran is a well-deserved lead singer and guitarist, Zhang Yaobang is a bass player, Cao Ping is a drummer, and as for Xu Lingyi, whether it is an accompaniment, guzheng, dulcimer, pipa, flute and erhu, where there is a need for arrangement, she will fill in where it is needed.
"Shen boy, I didn't expect this stupid girl of the Xu family to drink your ecstasy soup in the end!"
When several people were discussing which music platform to go to next to register and verify the musician account, a hoarse voice came from not far away.
Looking in the direction, I saw Old Man Zhao walking out of the crowd with a black military kettle in his hand, and behind him, there was a muscular man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist.
The school spirit of the Kyoto Conservatory of Music is quite good, and most of the students take the initiative to give up their seats when they see an old man coming over.
However, Shen Yiran knew very well that Old Man Zhao was actually just in his early forties, and Xu Lingyi once told him that her Uncle Zhao liked to engage in 'meat gnawing meat' when he was young, coupled with perennial alcoholism and staying up late, the whole person looked very old.
There is such a saying in the music circle of the Han Kingdom, people who play rock and roll often die earlier than others, Shen Yiran heard that Old Man Zhao had been a soldier before, which surprised him, I don't know when the tolerance of the Han army has become so high.
Seeing the old man Zhao coming over, Shen Yiran took Xu Lingyi to greet him, to be honest, in four years, he has learned a lot from this old uncle, such as the unique guitar and flower playing method, you know, in the music industry, fingerstyle guitar techniques need to be inherited by apprentices.
"Now, give you the kid's wedding wine. ”
When he was about to get to his side, Old Man Zhao threw the kettle he was carrying in his hand over, and said with some pain:
"Hurry up and put it away, or I might regret it!"
Steadily catching the black kettle, Shen Yiran shook his head, although the packaging was inconspicuous, he knew that it was the osmanthus brew that Old Man Zhao had buried for twenty-five years.
Using a military kettle as a wine bottle, he really didn't know what to say.
"Uncle Zhao, Ling Yi and I are not married yet. ”
Touching the cold aluminum shell in his hand, Shen Yiran sighed helplessly, in the past, he and Old Man Zhao could be said to be friends for the year, but now because of Xu Lingyi's relationship, the two have a direct generational connection, so out of respect, his title has also changed from Old Man Zhao to Uncle Zhao.
"Get married?haha, just your kid's elm brain, plus the Xu family's stupid girl has the same temperament as her mother, isn't it a matter of time?"
As soon as Old Man Zhao's words fell, Xu Lingyi's face instantly rose a layer of redness, and she took Shen Yiran's sleeve and quietly hid behind her.
Looking at the girl's shy movements, Old Man Zhao happily raised his hands behind his back, paced and continued:
"Alas, you said that you two dolls are really powerful, and it stands to reason that I have hinted at you many times on weekdays, how can you two not know each other's thoughts at all?"
"I thought you were joking with me!"
The two voices rang out in unison, and then both of them looked at each other in unison, their eyes were affectionate, and they smiled at each other.
For this pair of enemies, Old Man Zhao rubbed his hair with a headache, and changed the topic and asked:
"Shen boy, what are your plans after graduation?
This was the first time Shen Yiran had heard Old Man Zhao ask this kind of question that only elders would ask, and he knew that he was concerned about his and Xu Lingyi's future lives, so he answered seriously:
"Originally, after graduation, I wanted to take Lingyi to Xuanzhou, register a leather bag studio, and then find some acquaintances to do independent music together, but now I plan to go to the magic capital to participate in a talent show first, and then go to Xuanzhou after the end. ”
That's right, if it weren't for a small favor owed to Li Wanxiang, Shen Yiran originally planned to register a leather bag company, and then go to the National Music Copyright Registration Office in the name of the company to authorize the songs in the game, so that the signature of the work can not be affected, and the cover performance of the work can be reasonably performed.
"Then it seems that your dream is to make a difference in music?"
"Uh..."
After being silent for a while, a smile rose on the corner of Shen Yiran's mouth, and he shook his head with confidence.
"No, my ideal is to lead the trend of the Han Renaissance!"
Hearing this answer, Xu Lingyi opened her mouth in surprise, raised her head, and glanced at Shen Yiran's expression, and her confident look told her that it was not a joke.
"That, Shen boy, what do you say about this ideal......"
Old man Zhao originally wanted to know Shen Yiran's ideals, and then put forward some opinions on his development direction, but who knew that this guy was not shocking and endless, and he opened his mouth to come to such a grand ideal, which made him speechless for a while.
"Uncle Zhao, I know that my ideal is a bit exaggerated, so I am ready to achieve a small goal first, and then achieve my ideal step by step. ”
Finding that what he said before shocked Old Man Zhao, Shen Yiran hurriedly explained a few words and eased the atmosphere.
"Well, that's right, start with a small goal, then what is your small goal now?"
In Old Man Zhao's impression, Shen Yiran was a very down-to-earth person, although he was a little shocked by the ideal just now, but the explanation behind it sounded quite calm.
"My small goal is to become a nationally renowned high-quality idol first!"
"Poof!"
As soon as these words were spoken, Old Man Zhao covered his heart and sighed, he remembered that Shen Yiran was a very stable person before, how could his thoughts become so out-of-the-box after graduation.
'A nationally known high-quality idol!'
It's just a small goal, this is really a teenager who is not frivolous!
Looking at Old Man Zhao's incredible expression, Shen Yiran spread his hands helplessly, because with the game "Idol Road", his dream has become an ideal, and the ideal has become a short-term goal.
"If I had known, I wouldn't be telling the truth!"
Just when Shen Yiran decided to retract the two sentences he had just said, he only heard Xu Lingyi beside him ask with a serious face:
"What is the Renaissance, and do you think there is a distinction between high and low works of art?"
Obviously, the girl was the only one who completely believed that Shen Yiran could realize that exaggerated ideal, and she actually discussed it seriously.
"No, Ling Yi, I think there are high and low arts, but there is no high or low!"