Program group.

"Actors, please be in place, be natural, and don't be too stiff in your expressions......"

"1, 2, 3, power on."

The director clicked, and in the hall of the assembly point, all the contestants instantly showed friendly smiles, and the picture was friendly and harmonious.

After the four episodes of the program, the popularity of "Our Song" is getting higher and higher, so director Wang Zheng plans to shoot some tidbits and put them in the edited version specially provided by fans.

"You said that if this is filmed, will the audience believe it? I feel like everyone is laughing fakely! ”

Xu Feng smiled, and as soon as the camera passed, he couldn't help but complain about the weekend around him.

"Let you shoot, not let you say."

As soon as the weekend was finished, the camera came over, and after he instantly changed into a friendly smile, he saw the photographer gesturing to make him turn around.

At the same time, another person next to him on the weekend also turned around with a smile at the same time.

The next second, an atmosphere of embarrassment filled the air.

On the weekend, he stared at Chen Yu with wide eyes and stalemate for about three seconds.

"Haha~"

The two laughed happily at the same time, opened their arms, and hugged each other.

"Okay, very good, did the photographer get in?"

The director saw this scene on the side and clapped his hands very happily.

"It's in, director."

The photographer circled around the two of them 360 degrees, reflecting the deep friendship between the two from various angles, and then went to shoot the next picture.

"Bah, bah~"

As soon as the photographer left, Chen Yu and Zhou Zhou let go of each other as if they were electrocuted, patted the clothes, and wiped their hands.

Xu Feng watched it from the side and snickered, feeling that the program team was deliberate, no one knew about the grievances between the two of them, no one would believe this kind of friendly picture when it was filmed.

Filmed from morning to noon, when the director announced the end of work, everyone in the hall breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

"It's so tiring, I can't say it if I don't add chicken legs at noon~"

"It's true, it feels harder than performing on stage."

"After laughing all morning, the muscles in my face are stiff now."

The contestants complained one after another, after all, they are just songwriters and singers, not professional actors, which is a bit too much for them.

At this moment, the weekend's mobile phone rang, and it turned out to be Miao Qing's call to him.

"Hey~"

After answering the phone on the weekend, I heard that Miao Qing's mood was very low, and after asking, I found out what happened on the Internet.

Hung up the phone, and the weekend's face also became a little gloomy.

"No wonder people often say that folk music is dead, this kind of person can be the vice president, and it's strange that folk music doesn't die."

After reading the whole story on the Internet over the weekend, I sneered.

After eating the lunch of the program team, I made up a little bit of tidbits in the afternoon, and the material was finally enough.

As soon as they left the hotel gate on the weekend, they saw a group of reporters waiting outside the door.

"The weekend is out."

"It's coming, it's coming!"

"Quick, turn the camera on."

The reporters waiting outside the door instantly swarmed up.

"Who leaked the news?"

Seeing these reporters, director Wang Zheng was taken aback, he didn't remember notifying the media about the filming highlights this time, could it be that the program team came out with two or five boys?

"The director, it seems to be Chen Yu's Weibo, has been set to arrive."

The staff hurriedly reminded the director in his ear that Wang Zheng suddenly didn't want to speak, but just glanced at Chen Yu speechlessly.

However, Chen Yu's face over there quickly became ugly, because these reporters were all going for the weekend.

As for the others, those reporters didn't even glance at them.

"On the weekend, do you know Wei Yongcheng, the vice president of the Yanjing Folk Music Association?"

"What do you think of what Vice President Wei Yongcheng said on the Internet?"

"Vice President Wei Yongcheng said that you don't understand folk music at all, what do you think?"

The reporters were like a series of cannons, one question after another, and surrounded the weekend.

Chen Yu, who was outside the crowd, originally had an ugly face, but when he heard the reporters' questions, his eyes suddenly lit up.

He seems to be in trouble?

And the other party seems to be a person with status, the vice president of the Yanjing Folk Music Association, and this status is not low in the eyes of laymen.

"It's time for you to be scared all day long, and now it's time to poke the hornet's nest."

Chen Yu looked at the weekend besieged by reporters and smiled gloatingly.

That's when the weekend in the crowd spoke.

Moreover, as soon as he opened his mouth, everyone at the scene was shocked.

"For folk music, I only have one sentence to evaluate~"

"Folk music is dead, and there is something to burn paper."

Wow.

The reporters at the scene and Chen Yu outside widened their eyes and looked at the weekend in disbelief.

Folk music is dead, and there is something to burn paper.

Although this is the current state of folk music, very few people dare to say it publicly.

The most important thing is that they could never have imagined that this sentence would come out of the mouth of the weekend.

Among the several music works so far in the weekend, folk music can be said to be the soul of his music.

Even many netizens feel that the weekend should have a very deep affection for folk music, otherwise how could he add a lot of folk music elements to every work?

But now, on the weekend, he said it himself, the folk music is dead, and there is something to burn paper.

The reporters were stunned.

Chen Yu was also a little stunned.

This guy is really speechless.

But as soon as the weekend sentence was finished, the reporters' eyes suddenly lit up, and they smelled the smell of gunpowder.

"Folk music is dead? Why do you say that? ”

At this time, a reporter opened his mouth and asked the questions that everyone at the scene wanted to ask.

"Why?"

Weekend took the microphone in front of him and spoke coldly.

"Because of the current folk music, some people have built a high wall."

"Within the high walls, these people offered folk music to the altar, just like the monks in the temple, using the golden clothes of the Buddha statues to enjoy the incense of the believers."

"They keep the ordinary people firmly out of the high walls."

"Folk music is used to adapt dance music, why is it not folk music, why is it kitsch?"

"I think they can't see the folk music walking down the altar, because once the Buddha statue walks down the altar, no one will give them incense anymore."

"So in their eyes, only the breeze and the moon are folk music, only the mountains and rivers are folk music, and what entertains the public is not worthy of being called folk music."

"This kind of folk music, I think it's better to die, die early and be born early."

"I think the real folk music should be able to be sunny and snowy, and it can also be a Riba person."

"It's a pity that the current folk music has been gilded by some associations, and in their eyes, the Lower Riba people are defiling folk music."

"Such folk music, I'd rather treat him as if he was dead."

After the weekend, the audience fell silent.

Although he didn't say who these people were, as long as they weren't stupid, they could hear that he was scolding Wei Yongcheng, the vice president of the Yanjing Folk Music Association.

And the scolding is also deafening, and the blood of the scolding person is boiling.

These reporters don't understand folk music, but they also know that the current situation of folk music is indeed similar to what was said on the weekend.

When many people talk about folk music, they have to move out of their ancestors, saying that it is the culture passed down from their ancestors.

In the eyes of these stubborn people, it seems that what has been passed down by the ancestors must be elegant spring and white snow.

As soon as someone uses folk music to adapt it on the Internet, some people will immediately jump out and accuse it of not being folk music at all, which is tarnishing the things of the ancestors.

As everyone knows, music is meant to entertain the public, and there is no distinction between elegance and vulgarity.

This pride and prejudice are deeply ingrained.

After some bombardment, the weekend finally felt a lot of scolding, but the reporters obviously wanted to listen to it.

"Alas~"

Zhou Zhou sighed and said, "As a Chinese, I don't want to see folk music become what it is now. ”

"But, that's just the way it is."

"The folk music that is high above has long been separated from the masses and cut itself off from the people."

"If folk music wants to develop, only by stepping down from the altar and going to ordinary listeners can it hope to catch the ship of the new era."

"In the end, I have only one eulogy for folk music."

"Art is never riding on the heads of the masses; Instead, they should bend down and be a cow and horse for the masses. ”

At the end of the weekend, he directly used the poems of the great writers of his previous life to scold the vice president of the Yanjing Folk Music Association.

Although this poem was used in such a way as a weekend, and the realm was 108,000 miles lower than the original version, it still brought a very strong shock to the ears of the reporters at the scene.

Art is never to ride on the head of the masses, but to bend down and serve the masses as cattle and horses.

In this sentence, he is not only scolded Wei Yongcheng, but even the entire folk music world.

The current folk music scene has basically been controlled by so-called "artists" like Wei Yongcheng, who are in high positions and enjoy state subsidies, aren't they just riding on the heads of the masses?

Vicious.

It's too ruthless.

On the weekend, he directly tore off Wei Yongcheng's underwear, and the blood of the scolding person was boiling.

The reporters have already imagined that once this interview is broadcast, I am afraid that the Internet will not make a fuss.

After scolding, the whole person felt much more comfortable on the weekend.

However, just scolding and scolding felt that it was not enough to relieve his anger on the weekend, so he took out suona again.

This move surprised everyone at the scene.

At this time, what does he want to do with the suona?

Swish.

All the eyes on the scene were attracted by the suona in the hand of the weekend.

At this time, Weekend suddenly smiled at everyone, wiped the reed, and said into the microphone.

"Minle is dead, let's cry together, and then give it a ride."

？？？

Minle is dead, everyone cries together?

What does that mean?

Everyone at the scene looked confused and didn't understand for a while.

That's when the weekend puts the reed in its mouth.

Then, bring the suona to your mouth.

took a deep breath and blew the suona hard.

In the next second, a high-pitched suona sounded out.

Push a book, a rare fantasy masterpiece

(End of chapter)