Following that, Wang Desheng gave Zhang Zifeng some pointers, making Zhang Zifeng sing more steadily than before!
After Zhang Zifeng finished singing, Wang Desheng looked at Peng Peng and asked,"Little guy, it's your turn. What kind of talent do you want to perform?”
"Uncle Wang, I'll sing a song. Just wait and see!"”
"Want to slack off?"
Wang Desheng raised his eyebrows and said,"Little fellow, as an artiste, you have to maintain your figure at all times. I see that you're so fat, so I'll choose a dance or something!”
"Ah!"
"I don't know how to dance!"”
Mr. He wanted to take note." How about this? Peng, peng, you can compete with Little O in the ball throwing game. It can also be considered as training!"”
Peng Peng nodded." That's fine too. I lost last time. This time, I'll definitely get back at you."”
Wang Desheng smiled and glanced at Fan Chenchen, who was silent, and said,""You should come along too. It's a good time to exercise your body.”
"Yes!"
Fan Chenchen nodded obediently and walked over to stand side by side with Peng Peng.
Two people and a dog were racing. Huang Lei took a small ball out of nowhere and began to command.
"Come on, get into position. When I'm done shouting the start, we can start running!”
Huang Lei held Xiao O's ball in his hand and said,"Ready…to go."
Huang Lei suddenly stopped with a smirk.
However, Fan Chenchen acted as if he did not hear him and ran straight ahead.
"Haha, this Teacher Huang is too evil! But I like it."
"Peng Peng and Little O are still the same. They know to stare at the ball in Teacher Huang's hand. If you don't get the ball, you can't win no matter how fast you run!”
"After Fan Chenchen was slapped twice by Uncle Wang, he became much more obedient.”
"Not honest? If he dares to be dishonest, I, Grandpa Wang, will give him two slaps.”
"Don't make Grandpa Wang sound so bad. Grandpa Wang has always been very kind! If Fan Chenchen hadn't gone too far previously, Uncle Wang wouldn't have taught him a lesson.”
In the mushroom house, everyone covered their mouths and snickered when they saw Fan Chenchen taking the lead.
Halfway through, Fan Chenchen suddenly realized something was wrong. He turned around and was dumbfounded!
" Haha!"
When everyone saw this, they could not help but laugh out loud.
Wang Desheng also shook his head in amusement.
Mr. He looked at Huang Lei's laughing face and wiped the corner of his eyes. He looked at Wang Desheng and said,""Mr. Camden, ever since you came, the laughter in the mushroom house has increased. It's rare for Teacher Huang to be so happy!”
Wang Desheng rubbed Teacher He's head kindly and smiled.""Kid He, why are you crying? Go, give me two pieces of paper and pen. Also, bring me the pipa in the room. I'll perform for you too.”
"Alright, Mr. Camden, please wait a moment.”
After saying that, Mr. He ran into the house and came back with a pipa.
"Wow, Uncle Wang is going to perform too?”
"Peanut, melon seeds, mineral water, beer, drinks, and eight-treasure porridge! Everyone in the live broadcast room, please take back your feet. Thank you!”
"Pfft, upstairs, give me some melon seeds and a bottle of cold beer.”
"Uncle Wang, are you going to perform the pipa? I didn't expect Uncle Wang to know how to play the pipa. The pipa is an ancient instrument in China.”
"The pipa isn't easy to play. I've been learning the pipa for five or six years, but I've only just started.”
Uncle Wang should know how to play the pipa! After all, he had already lived for a hundred years. How could he not have some basic skills?”
In the director's team, Anran asked in confusion,""Miaomiao, can Uncle Wang play the pipa?”
"I don't know either. I've never heard great-grandfather play.”Wang Miaomiao shook her head. At the same time, she made up her mind to study her great-grandfather properly when she returned.
Unknowingly, Luo Jinghong had already taken out the notebook that she used to analyze and calculate the data. She was just waiting for Wang Desheng to start playing!
In the mushroom house, Wang Desheng took the pen and paper, wrote a few poems on the paper, and handed them to Huang Lei and Mr. He.
Huang Lei looked at the paper in his hand and asked in puzzlement,""Teacher, this is?"
Wang Desheng explained with a smile,"Later, Yellow Boy, you start by reciting the poem in your hand. At the end, Little Boy He will recite the poem in your hand."”
"Good!"
Huang Lei and Teacher He nodded.
Wang Desheng picked up the pipa with a smile and tested the tune. He nodded and looked at everyone."This song,'Moonlit Night on the Spring River', is for you.”
" Pa, pa, pa!!!"
Everyone immediately applauded enthusiastically.
Wang Desheng held the pipa and stroked the strings with both hands, signaling to Huang Lei.
Huang Lei immediately stood up and recited in a deep voice,""The tides of the spring river reach the sea level, and the moon rises on the sea.”
Wang Desheng smiled faintly. He played the pipa with his flexible hands and made a clear sound like a stream. At the same time, he started to sing.
" The spring river's tide rises at night, and the moon is old."
"How many layers of flowing frost will fly, and send a lonely boat."
"Who's at the bridgehead by the river?"
"Thinking of the white clouds, the sorrow on the clear maple pond.”
……
After Wang Desheng finished singing the first verse, everyone present listened quietly. No one made a sound, afraid to disturb Wang Desheng.
"Full of ink, the landscape fades out and becomes poetic.”
"Hook the wrist, the moon and the river of flowers suddenly enter the bottom of my painting.”
"Add more, after the maple leaves turn in the evening.”
"I'll accompany you."
……
Hearing this, Chen Duling couldn't help praising,""It's so beautiful! Be it the song or the lyrics, they were all beautiful.”
"Shh!"
Mr. He shook his head at Chen Duling, signaling her not to make a sound in case she ruined the scene.
Chen Duling nodded and continued to listen to Wang Desheng.
"The Heart-Giving Platform reflects how thin one is."
"The fog in the heart of the river is getting thicker at night."
"I'm afraid to hold hands, but I'm afraid of the sorrow of separation."
"He's hiding behind the moon in the willows."
The lyrics were changing, and so was the sound of the pipa played by Wang Desheng. The only thing that remained unchanged was the beauty of the song.
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