I really don't want to be a superstar

Chapter 237, Training Topic: Violin

Li Yun's words were like a thunderbolt, and they slammed down with great force.

The scene was silent for a while.

However, after the silence, deafening applause broke out.

These applause are from the students.

Regardless of whether Li Yun is right or wrong, at least this point of view is grounded enough to win the support of the students.

They are young people.

They like popular blockbuster movies, popular music, popular games, watching P stations, and playing Douyin.

Self-proclaimed elites don't like pop movies, pop music, stuff like that.

Many people think that the more niche something is, the more 'art' it is.

However, Li Yun put forward a brand new point of view.

mass stuff.

Also art.

This touched everyone's heart.
In the end, even Yang Guangcheng applauded.

Thunderous applause.

This made Li Yun startled.

Nima, let me just say my opinion.

Is the applause that exaggerated?

At this moment, Li Yun said hastily.

"Well, there are 1000 Hamlets in the eyes of 1000 people. I'm just talking about my own opinion, and it's not necessarily better than Mr. Ye's. Everyone seeks common ground while reserving differences."

The thunderous applause from the audience is still resounding
Yang Guangcheng sighed while applauding.

"I never thought about this issue seriously before, but now that I think about it, art seems to be gradually becoming the privilege of a few people and becoming stratified."

It's like Ye Xinghui treated the story of three monks carrying water and the picture of a chicken pecking rice.

Is the story of three monks carrying water art?
Is the picture of chicken pecking rice art?
Ye Xinghui didn't think so.

But the story of the three monks carrying water and the picture of the chicken pecking rice made most of the people present smile knowingly.

Yang Guangcheng feels that putting most of the works of the Louvre and art exhibitions here may not be able to arouse the emotions of the people present, including Yang Guangcheng himself-he has been to the Louvre, and to be honest, he can’t see it at all. understand those things
It's not that those works are bad, those works are indeed art - it's just that Yang Guangcheng feels that he can't appreciate that level of 'art', but he can appreciate the picture of a chicken pecking rice and three monks carrying water.

He feels that the three monks carrying water can tell a truth with a simple story, and the picture of the chicken pecking rice can be drawn with simple line drawings to make people laugh.

Compared with the paintings and calligraphy in the Louvre and art exhibitions, the chicken pecking rice picture and the story of the three monks are simply 'low'.

Those calligraphy and paintings are so lofty that ordinary people don't even have the chance to touch and understand them, they can't understand them at all.

However, in this world, mortals still occupy the majority.

Is something that stands tall and out of the ordinary art?

Yes, they are art.

But what the people love to see is also art.
In Yang Guangcheng's eyes, the shy and introverted young man in a plaid shirt, his figure became taller and taller again.
The young man in front of him is bringing art into thousands of households.

Isn't he the one who creates art that everyone can understand?
Ye Xinghui left quietly.

Li Yun didn't even notice that he had left, or that no one noticed his departure.

All eyes were on Li Yun, including those professor brothers, who had been paying attention to Li Yun's figure.

They couldn't wait to have a brainstorming exchange with Li Yun.

Li Yun's views on art are too unique, especially the sentence "Everyone likes it, who are you?" ’ That statement is art in itself.

However, Li Yun didn't want to have any brainstorming exchanges with them. At this moment, Li Yun just wanted to make things tight.

Li Yun looked at the time.

It's already here.

The entanglement just now has already taken enough time.

Li Yun's eyes lit up, and he immediately cleared his throat and said.

"The time has come. Art itself is a very idealistic concept. Art is what everyone thinks art is."

Regardless of the students who wanted to ask questions, Li Yun quickly followed Ye Xinghui's footsteps and left.

"Hundred Schools Forum" is still too difficult for me, it's better not to have a next time.

At this moment, the crew of "Avenue of Stars".
Director Xie Yong put on a handsome suit and looked like an adult.

"Are the tickets booked?"

"Go to Li Yun now? Are you leaving today? Are you in too much of a hurry?"

"It just so happens that he is in the capital right now. If he doesn't look for it now, when will he look for it? If he's in Hengdian, it won't be easy to find him." Xie Yong said with a firm face, "This time we must let Li Yun participate in "Avenue of Stars". Existence may give our "Avenue of Stars" a second spring."

"But our program, our ratings are a bit difficult to attract him."

"How will you know if you don't try it?"

After dressing up, Xie Yong stepped out the door.

Li Yun escaped from the building as if fleeing, trying to escape back home in an extremely fast way.

"Ah, sunshine."

When he saw the sunlight outside the building, Li Yun suddenly felt moved like Shawshank's redemption.

Finally saw the beautiful sunshine, and finally escaped.

Pretending to be aggressive is indeed not a simple matter, especially for a layman like myself, when acting aggressive in front of professionals, the feeling is indescribable.

It was as if a husky in wolf skin had mixed into a pack of real wolves. It felt quite uncomfortable.

Just when Li Yun felt that he was finally escaping from the sea of ​​suffering, annoying voices suddenly sounded in his mind.

"Ding, Ye Xinghui's memory data has been detected, and the training module is being generated."

"day"

Li Yun's face darkened instantly.

Do you have to accept the devastation of the system today?

Li Yun never expected it.

The system can also be activated here.

I was unlucky enough for today
"I'm going."

Li Yun was a little depressed.

At this moment, Li Yun saw Ye Xinghui sitting on the curb smoking a cigarette at the door.

This handsome young man who was berating Fang Qiu on the stage just now had a decadent expression on his face, as if he was thinking about life.

He is a violinist, the violinist of the National Orchestra, and he is very famous.

However, at this moment, Ye Xinghui was smoking a cigarette while looking across the road at the wandering singer who was setting bowls for a reward, wearing shabby clothes, holding a broken acoustic guitar, humming a niche song that had long gone out of fashion song.

It looked rather embarrassing.

However, Ye Xinghui kept staring at the wandering singer without taking his eyes off him, and didn't even notice Li Yun's arrival.

He didn't notice Li Yun until Li Yun ran to him.

"Do you smoke?"

"Don't smoke."

"Well, smoking is very harmful to the throat. Actually, I rarely smoke. If I smoke at home, my dad will say it to me."

Ye Xinghui seemed to have lost the initial hostility, and said after throwing the cigarette butt into the trash can.

"You won the class just now, I feel ashamed."

"It's not that I won." Li Yun scratched his head and said, "It's just a point of view."

Ye Xinghui said with a smile.

"When most people agree with your point of view, you are right. Most of those college students just now agree with your point of view, so you are right."

Um.
The logic seems to be like this.

Li Yun couldn't refute for a while.

"Do you like listening to pop music?"

Li Yun also sat on the curb and looked at Ye Xinghui.

"do not like."

Ye Xinghui subconsciously replied that he didn't like it.

But does he really not like it? Any passerby can see Ye Xinghui's interest in that wandering singer.

Ye Xinghui was staring intently at the wandering singer who was playing.

Saying that you don't like it, your body is still very honest.

"You like it." Li Yun patted Ye Xinghui on the shoulder and said nothing.

Everyone has their own story, their own past, their own loves and hates, Li Yun felt that he didn't need to delve too much into Ye Xinghui's interests and past—to put it bluntly, he could peep into his memory tonight, There is no need to ask so many questions.

Afterwards, Li Yun bid farewell to Ye Xinghui and took a taxi home.

Ye Xinghui was the only one, still sitting on the curb, smoking a cigarette by himself, watching street street singers sing.

"Li Yun, he is indeed a very amazing person."

Ye Xinghui thought that Li Yun would get to the bottom of it. After all, it was a bit strange that he, a violinist of a national orchestra, sat on the curb seriously and watched the performance of a vagabond singer.

But Li Yun didn't ask. Even though he showed considerable curiosity, he still kept silent.

This move made Ye Xinghui feel good.

Ye Xinghui thought so.

Li Yun, he is a person who knows how to respect people.

"No wonder Mr. Yang said that he has both ability and political integrity, so he is not like me."

Ye Xinghui laughed at himself, his face was full of distress.
At night, at 11:30, the sky is slightly cooler. For most people, this is the beginning of nightlife, and for some, it is the end of the day.

After Li Yun returned home, the house was empty.

After cleaning the room, Li Yun sat in this huge room in the third-ring school district of the capital, quietly thinking about life, feeling that the empty room made people feel a little lonely.

My mother is in Shanghai, and my father is filming "Operation Mekong".

Li Zijing is filming in the Great Northwest.
Um.
It seems that a strange person has mixed in.

Why do you think that sister Jing is not there when your house is empty?
"Do not think too much!"

Li Yun patted his face, wondering if he had become a little strange recently.
After getting rid of all these distracting thoughts, Li Yun was ready to go to bed.

The object of today's life experience - Ye Xinghui.

What kind of person is he?
After washing up, Li Yun changed into his bear pajamas, lay on the bed, and fell asleep quietly.

Not long after, Li Yun felt a warm drowsiness.

The golden nest and the silver nest are not as good as the dog kennel at home, but this home that has lived in for more than ten years is more comfortable.

"Ding, training topic: violin."

"54321 starts."

(End of this chapter)