The trainee starts by splitting bricks with bare hands

"For China Entertainment, movies? The possibility of this group of souls is high! Is this planning to attack me to affect the box office of the escape era? This method is too low! Why did you send so many people here? Tired of me?"

"" Fang Qiaorui.

"Brother Li, you can stay here tonight. This sofa belongs to you. If someone knocks on the door again, you can block it for me!"

"Okay!" Li Mingbo agreed without hesitation.

Fang Qiaorui looked at the two of them speechlessly: "Han Shuai, what time is this, you two should be more serious!"

Han Lan smiled, waved his hands and said, "Okay, the soldiers are flooding, and the water is sending blades, what's the big deal? It's getting late, you go back and rest, you have to get up early tomorrow morning to go to Mingyue College to rehearse the program Woolen cloth."

"By the way, Miss Qiaorui, just now I sent you a new itinerary, that is, after the Pengcheng concert, I will add an item of roasted whole beef. As for the rest, you can help reduce the itinerary, thanks for your hard work!"

"It's my Young Master Han!" Fang Qiaorui was really speechless, seeing such a master.

Whose schedule allows artists to change it at will?

Fang Qiaorui and Li Mingbo went out.

After a while, Li Mingbo really came over with the quilt in his arms, and lay down on the sofa in Han Lan's living room. He really planned to sleep here tonight and help him guard the door.

Han Lan also smiled, didn't say anything to him, and went back to sleep on her own bed.

All night.

Early the next morning, Fang Qiaorui checked out early, and called the concierge to help her carry her luggage to the new hotel she had booked.

And Han Lan took Li Mingbo to Mingyue College. Before the rehearsal of the next Spring Festival Gala, they still need to rehearse several times in private.

In fact, no matter how much a song is sung back and forth, it’s the same. The key is the folk orchestra at the back. There are more than 60 people in total, and there are all kinds of ethnic instruments. Although it is an old orchestra, the tacit understanding between each other is not bad, but after all It is a new song, and a lead singer who is not theirs has been added.

Everything needs them to slowly adjust to make sure nothing goes wrong!

Su Yuanming also came over, and these days he was guiding by the side.

Since the old Taoist went down the mountain to teach folk music, he has also been quite accomplished in folk instrumental music. This orchestra was formed by him himself.

The orchestra is mainly composed of teachers and students of Mingyue College. Up to now, there have been six generations of students, and it has sent a lot of talents to Chinese folk music.

And now, this orchestra has also ushered in the peak moment of its life, and will personally walk on the stage of the Huaguo Spring Festival Gala to bring a wonderful national instrumental music performance to the people of the whole country!

"Dean Su, aren't you going to play in person?" Han Lan asked Su Yuanming while taking a break.

The two hadn't known each other since they didn't know each other. During this period of time, they also got to know each other because of the Spring Festival Gala.

Su Yuanming smiled and shook his head: "What am I doing on stage at this age? Leave the opportunity to the young people, they need this opportunity to express themselves. By the way, I heard from my brother that you are also practicing during this time." Guzheng?"

"Well, let's practice airs. I will also play on stage at that time. Although it is a fake, at least I have to put on a posture, right?" Han Lan smiled.

"Are you interested in a live segment?" Su Yuanming asked with a smile.

Of course, Han Lan didn't hesitate, so she borrowed Zhang Guzheng and played a song called "Moonlight Night on the Spring River".

Although born in Shili Qinhuai, the Huajian faction does not pursue the so-called enchanting and bewitching. Most of the time, what they pursue is the word "elegant", gorgeous but not out of the box.

This is very much in line with the preferences of the ancient wits. In fact, many famous songs of the Huajian School were actually written by these wits.

Han Lan is wearing a casual suit today. He likes to wear suits very much. When he was abroad, the two most worn clothes were camouflage and suits.The former is convenient for fighting on the battlefield, and the latter is convenient for entering and exiting high-end places to carry out assassinations.

But maybe it was also because of the suit that he was wearing, which made him look like he didn't have the elegance that the Huajian school wanted.

But when he actually played, Su Yuanming could clearly feel the change in his temperament.In the artistic conception of the song, it is a handsome young man in a fine attire.

It's just that this young man has a darker complexion.

The members of the Mingyue Chinese Orchestra also gathered around to watch. This was the first time they watched the Guzheng performance of the Huajian School.

Huajian School Guzheng is very performative, but it is more difficult to learn and play than other schools. Naturally, the tunes that come here are not comparable to other genres, and there are too few players who really show off their skills without losing their artistic conception.

The Huajian School of Guzheng gradually declined.

Although there are still many pieces of the Huajian School that have been handed down to the world, many of them are played in the way of the Southern School, that is, those complicated fingerings and redundant gimmicks have been removed.

0218 - Pheromone

The melody of the song "Chunjiang Huayueye" is elegant and beautiful, and it creates a beautiful, distant, blurred and blurred picture of the spring river and moonlit night.

Amidst the melodious sound of the zither, one can see the quiet night of spring, the breeze blowing across the river, rippling the moon shadows, singing and dancing in the Qinhuai River, and the laughter of gifted scholars and beauties, but there is a touch of sadness hidden in the laughter.

A beautiful woman who sells a smile sells a fake smile, but how can a talented man who buys a smile be a real smile?

He is full of economics and has no ambitions, so he only writes poems about Yanliu all his life.

"Ugh"

After the song was played, many people felt sorry.

Those who can be selected into the folk orchestra still have the ability to appreciate music.What outsiders listen to is the music, what they taste is the artistic conception, and they are easily infected by the emotions contained in the music.

Han Lan didn't have so many emotions, and returned to her original demeanor after the performance.

Unrecognized talents and longing for ambition have been common topics for many talented people since ancient times, but where do so many talented people actually come from?Do you really have the ability to be willing to degenerate and go shopping in brothels all day long?

Then there must be a sentence "Dare to laugh at Huang Chao not a husband"!

"Xiao Han, why are you putting on airs? Tsk tsk tsk, although it is only an entry-level piece, it has a master-level artistic conception. No wonder my senior brother would rather stay in Lin'an to work for you than return to Yanjing , your talent is really rare." Su Yuanming said with emotion.

"Hey hey, it's ridiculous! It's ridiculous!" Han Lan waved her hands with a smile, but her eyes were clearly saying: Hurry up and praise a few more, praise a few more

Su Yuanming shook his head with a smile, and began to organize the Chinese orchestra to continue rehearsing.

Han Lan returned to the new hotel after spending two meals at Mingyue College.

"Sister Qiaorui, there shouldn't be any weird women coming to disturb me tonight, right?"

"Don't worry, Han Shuai, I specifically told the hotel staff, and there may be news from their peers about what happened last night, so they will pay more attention." Fang Qiaorui inserted the power card into the card slot, turned on the lights in the suite, Immediately it brightened up.

Han Lan followed her into the room.

"The waiter has helped turn the bed down. If Han Shuai has nothing to do, go to bed early. We have a flight at nine o'clock tomorrow morning." Fang Qiaorui reminded her kindly.

"I remember that the humidifier is not standard in the room, right?" Han Lan noticed the turned on humidifier on the table and asked casually.

"It's probably put by the hotel. The air in Yanjing is relatively dry recently."

Han Lan nodded and turned off the humidifier.

"Han Shuai, if there is nothing else, we will go back first."