In the Du family's courtyard.
Tan Miaomiao's words made Du Sansheng raise his eyebrows.
To be honest!
This woman's worries were not without reason, and he understood her concerns.
He was not afraid of a god-like opponent, but he was afraid of a pig-like teammate.
The National Music Ceremony was a professional stage.
Not only were the contestants required to have superb individual performance standards, but they also had to perform well in the group band's performance.
This woman was not worried about his solo performance and was full of confidence, but she was a little suspicious of his taste in choosing a team.
A professional team was too important on that stage!
In the two seasons of the National Music Ceremony, there was no lack of good performers who were dragged down by the band and eventually lost.
But the experts were among the people!
He poured himself a cup of tea and pushed another cup to Tan Miaomiao.
Du Sansheng returned to his cold and aloof appearance, and he started his offensive mode again.
"Looks like you've been high and mighty for too long and have forgotten what our ancestor said.”
Taking the tea, Tan Miaomiao, who thought that the scumbag in front of her had changed, said,"……
"Experts are among the common people, and their unique skills come from the grass!”
"Although professional bands are of a higher level and seem to be full of power, it doesn't mean that there are no experts among the people!”
"For example, the older generation who have played folk music for their entire lives have dealt with the instruments in their hands for their entire lives. They have their own unique skills in performing certain types of instruments.”
"It's just a folk performance for various reasons!”
"National music is also folk music!"
"There must be spring and snow, and there must also be people from the lower class!”
"Only by appreciating both the refined and the vulgar is the true national music!”
Du Sansheng rarely talked about Chinese music when it involved a field he was familiar with.
Tan Miaomiao lowered her head in deep thought.
He had to admit that Du Sansheng's words were indeed reasonable.
Although she was not as good as Bai Wushuang, her family's education was not bad either. She became famous at a young age and was a rare representative of the younger generation in the capital's opera industry. She had always performed on a higher stage. Even if she only performed a few opera songs in the entertainment industry for fun, she would still perform on a large stage.
He really hadn't stepped into the folk and truly understood folk art.
Understand folk opera.
Understanding folk art.
In her understanding, folk art was not as elegant as the hall of elegance.
The level of folk artists was also limited, and those who were called artists were rare.
But now, she realized that her inherent knowledge had been greatly impacted.
"Can the people really produce good art?”
She had never thought about this question in her 20-year-old life, let alone discussed it with anyone.
If it was any other young generation member, they would have said bluntly in front of her," Folk art was not bad!
The people of the lower class may not be inferior to the white snow of spring.
Tan Miaomiao must have scoffed.
Perhaps it was in the past, but the present was different.
However, it was completely different when the person who spoke was Du Sansheng.
After spending half a month together, she had a better understanding of Du Sansheng.
Although this person had a bad personality and was constantly playing tricks on others, he was even more vicious to her. No matter how she looked at him, he looked like a straight man who was destined to live alone.
However, in terms of art, he had a strong heart under his cold appearance, and he was extremely proud under his humble appearance.
This kind of reserved arrogance would not hurt anyone, but it gave him unparalleled confidence in his art.
Not to mention, his current achievements and the strength that he had already displayed left the younger generation in the dust.
Although he was young, he was already an authority when it came to appreciation.
More importantly, he was a folk artist.
However, a folk artist like him was rare in the entire Dragon Country for hundreds of years.
He couldn't be counted as a folk artist.
But in terms of understanding of folk art, he definitely had the right to speak.
He said that folk art had great potential.
It was definitely not empty talk.
There must be a reason.
Although Tan Miaomiao was skeptical, she couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation.
He wanted to know the true charm of folk art.
She had a vague feeling that if what Du Sansheng said was true, she might be able to study folk art in depth and improve her artistic level.
"Perhaps folk art is her opportunity!”
Beside the tea table, Du Sansheng sipped his tea slowly without saying a word.
He had lived with Old Master Du for eighteen years and had met his grandfather's old friends one after another.
When he was young, he had even seen them perform on stage once.
It was still fresh in his memory.
Their standards were definitely not weak.
After drinking the tea, Du Sansheng went into the house, took out a pen and paper, and started writing.
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Time passed quickly.
In the blink of an eye, it was evening.
Since the morning, old men with white hair had been walking into the Du family's courtyard one after another.
Some were wearing ordinary cotton clothes, some were wearing warm ancient clothes, and some were wearing a bun...
The only similarity was that they were all travel-worn.
Everyone's face was filled with vicissitudes of life.
Each of them was holding a musical instrument.
Each of them was no less than sixty years old.
Du Sansheng walked out of the door to welcome the first old man who came in.
These people were on good terms with Old Master Du and were his elders.
Even if he had made some achievements now, he still had to respect those who should be respected.
After all, he was his grandson.
The tradition of respecting the old and loving the young could not be abandoned.
Thus, a very good-looking, cold young man was added to the entrance of the exclusive courtyard as a doorman.
Not only that, he also asked Tan Miaomiao to be in charge of receiving them.
Fortunately, everyone who came knew Du Sansheng's cold but warm personality, so they were not surprised.
They had naturally heard Old Master Du brag about Du Sansheng's popularity on the Internet.
For this reason, he had even asked his grandchildren to investigate Du Sansheng. They were amazed by his "Red Leong" and "The Drunken Concubine."
She also knew that he was praised as a great opera master.
He was famous for his success.
Even their grandchildren were his diehard fans.
It was reasonable for such a person to wait in the room.
However, this kid was still standing outside the door to welcome them like he was when he was young. He did not have the slightest bit of frivolousness that he had when he was young and famous.
This made the old man who had just arrived look up to him and laugh heartily.
After all, they had watched him grow up. Now that he had a promising future and a good temper, they were naturally pleased.
When they saw Tan Miaomiao, who was busy pouring tea and water in the house, the old people's eyes lit up and they looked at her carefully.
He was educated and reasonable.
Gentle and refined.
He was also good-looking.
Where it should grow, it should grow, and where it should be thin, it should be thin.
It was easy to give birth.
He was also very cultured.
She was the type that the elderly liked.
Almost every old man who came to visit would praise Old Master Du.
"Brother, your granddaughter-in-law is not bad!”
An old man even asked Tan Miaomiao if she had any sisters, causing her to blush.
Despite her various explanations, the group of old people still did not believe her.
A hot-tempered old man even threw out a vicious sentence.
"Girl, don't be stubborn!"
"We know everything about you.”
As she spoke, she pointed at Du Sansheng's room.
Tan Miaomiao was speechless.
This kind of thing would only make things worse, so she pretended not to hear it.
Old Master Du watched this scene happily.
Old friends gathered together happily.
His granddaughter-in-law and grandson were at home.
Beautiful!
Outside the door, Du Sansheng, who had also heard it, smiled.
It was dusk.
As the last old man came from afar.
Du Sansheng helped her in.
He turned around and went into the kitchen, preparing to show off his skills.
As for Old Master Du and Tan Miaomiao, Du Sansheng didn't dare to let them cook.
One was a master of dark cuisine, and the other was a young lady who did not touch the water.
Making them cook was definitely a nightmare!
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