Entertainment Dad: A father sings the whole school!

Chapter 8 What if the statement is sung?
It was noon when we arrived in BJ.

The sun is like fire.

A luxurious and distinguished Rolls-Royce car is waiting outside the airport.

When Tang Yu walked out holding Guoguo's little hand, the car door opened slowly.

Qin Xiuhuai, who was dressed in a Tang suit, got out of the car and greeted him with a smile.

"Grandpa Qin!"

Seeing Qin Xiuhuai, Tang Guo opened her tender little hands and trotted over.

"Hey, grandpa is here!"

"Guoguo, run slowly, don't fall!"

Qin Xiuhuai smiled happily, and gently hugged Tang Guo, the old and the young were very affectionate.

Looking at this scene, Tang Yu behind smiled helplessly.

There's no way, my little ghost is cute wherever he goes.

……

Rolls-Royce drove smoothly on the asphalt road in Yanjing.

In the car, Qin Xiuhuai coaxed Guoguo to play for a while, and then cast an expectant look at Tang Yu.

"Xiao Tang, after listening to your thoughts yesterday, I tossed and turned, old man, and was so excited that I couldn't fall asleep all night..."

"I wonder how you're getting ready?"

Tang Yu smiled, looking confident, took out a notebook from his pocket, and handed it to Qin Xiuhuai.

"Mr. Qin, yesterday I was thinking like a spring, and I wrote the lyrics and music overnight."

"This is the first draft, please go over it."

Said it was like a spring of thoughts, but in fact it was just transcribed the song "Chi Ling" in memory.

At this moment, Tang Yu, who was in front of Wen Chaogong, was neither blushing nor heart beating.

"Oh?"

"Little Tang, you really put your heart into it!"

Qin Xiuhuai's face was shocked, his eyes were deeply moved, and the hands that took the notebook trembled a little.

The man Tang Yu turned on the lights to fight at night, thinking hard for what?
Isn't that just to contribute to the great cause of the revival of Peking Opera?
Regardless of the quality of the lyrics and music, Qin Xiuhuai will never forget this heart alone.

Opening the notebook again, Mr. Qin froze in place, his eyes were full of shock, and his lips were trembling constantly.

The car also became silent.

After nearly a minute, Qin Xiuhuai just woke up like a dream, his eyes widened:

"Good... good!"

"Tang Yu, these few words of yours are really well written!"

Tang Yu smiled, as if he had expected this reaction from Elder Qin.

The quality of the song "Chi Ling" is beyond doubt.

In the previous life, once it came out, it became popular all over the Internet overnight, and spread to the north and south of the river.

Even airborne to the top of the major music platforms, its gold content is self-evident!

"The love in the movie is outside the movie, who can tell?"

"I am used to hiding all emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy in powder ink."

"So what about the clichés?

"The bones and ashes are mine."

"Duckweed in troubled times can't bear to watch the flames burn mountains and rivers!"

"I am humble and dare not forget to worry about the country...even if no one knows me."

Qin Xiuhuai stared at the beautiful and neat fonts on the notebook obsessively, muttering something.

Amidst the sighs, he seemed to be caught in the past, the memories of half his life.

Especially the phrase "I am humble and dare not forget to worry about the country", which hits the soul directly.

It seemed to make him a few decades younger, and he became the young man who had vowed to revive the quintessence of the country again!

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Two lines of turbid tears trickled down slowly, silently falling on Qin Xiuhuai's lapel.

Tang Yu noticed that there was a difference in the atmosphere, and when he looked up, he was immediately surprised.

At this moment, Qin Xiuhuai, who is No. 1 in the Beijing Opera of Longguo, was in tears!
"Old Qin, this is..."

Tang Yu sighed, and was thinking of comforting the other party.

Unexpectedly, Qin Xiuhuai wiped away his tears and waved his hand forcefully at him:

"You don't need to say anything, Xiao Tang..."

"The old man would like to thank you for all the Liyuan children from ancient times to the present, and thank you for writing our heartfelt words."

Tang Yu looked solemn, shook his head and said, "Old lady Qin is serious."

At this moment, the atmosphere in the car was solemn and heavy, which lasted for a long time.

Affected by this atmosphere, even the driver driving the car in front couldn't help crying.

Only Tang Guo, who was ignorant and naive, looked up in confusion: "Papa, why did Grandpa Qin cry suddenly?"

"Silly girl, you are too young to understand." Tang Yu fondled the top of her head.

Why did the respected Qin Xiuhuai cry?
There are thousands of emotions in the meantime, but Tang Yu can understand one or two.

The old man worked hard for half his life for Longguo opera until his head turned to ashes.

How can the hard work and hardships of these decades be beyond the imagination of others?
However, the inheritance of national quintessence such as Beijing Opera and Kunqu Opera is not as good as one generation after another, and is gradually disappearing.

Qin Xiuhuai and other traditional artists of the older generation all bowed their heads and sighed, all of them were powerless.

As the saying goes, what the general trend is, the will of God cannot be violated...

But even so, they never gave up, and would rather fight for it and burn the last bit of blood!

Although there are thousands of people, I will go!
This is great courage and fearlessness, how can it not be admirable?
As the lyrics say - so what if the cliché sings through?All my bones and ashes!
……

When Tang Yu's father and daughter checked in at the arranged five-star hotel.

at the same time.

Qin Xiuhuai sat upright in front of the computer, and posted on Weibo, which he seldom read once a year.

Both hands began to tap on the keyboard clumsily and slowly.

After nearly an hour, the old man wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled with relief.

A long article, issued immediately:

"I, Qin Xiuhuai, an ordinary person who has been rooted in Liyuan for most of my life."

"Half my life wandering and struggling half my life, I ask myself, I just want to let the opera and the national quintessence of the Dragon Kingdom flourish, and there will be successors..."

"However, time is not forgiving, and it has passed to the seventy-year-old age in a flash, and I am already powerless."

"In recent years, traditional operas such as Beijing opera have gradually declined in my country, and I am afraid that they will soon be eliminated by the secular world."

"I was so anxious that I often couldn't sleep at night, thinking about fighting for this in my life. Is it right or wrong? What's the point?"

"But just this afternoon, I suddenly woke up and was able to laugh and let go."

"If you only talk about results and only talk about success or failure, how many heroes should have been buried in the history books?"

"Of course, I, Qin Xiuhuai, am just an ordinary person, so how can I be compared with all the sages?"

"I just want to do my best to let more people know about Longguo Opera in the rest of my life, and let them appreciate the charm of the traditional Chinese quintessence..."

"Then I, Qin Xiuhuai, can die without regret in this life!"

"But today, Tang Yu wrote a song based on opera and pop music, called "Red Ling"!"

"This song made me really feel that the fire is passed on, my generation Liyuan, there are still successors!"

"At [-] o'clock on Saturday night, at the Longguo Opera Exhibition hosted by Yanjing, Tang Yu will present this song "Red Actress" on the highest stage in the opera world!"

"This is the first perfect fusion of tradition and fashion, and it will be an unprecedented feat!"

"I implore you to set your sights on the quintessence of our Dragon Kingdom again..."

"I implore you to give our traditional culture and art a little more soil to grow..."

"I implore you to buy a ticket because of the hardships and hardships passed down from generation to generation by our Liyuan children!"

"Qin Xiuhuai is here to thank you!"

(End of this chapter)