Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, it was the second day.
The old masters each held their instruments and music scores, burying their heads in their practice.
He was sweating profusely from training in the winter, but his blood was boiling.
They were all experts and loved this once-in-a-lifetime piece of music.
Naturally, they didn't want to miss out on this piece of music because of them.
Each of them carefully pondered over it, afraid that there would be any flaws.
Tan Miaomiao wanted to persuade the old masters to take a break, but she was chased away like flies.
The old man, who was immersed in the score, was quite "evil". After being annoyed a few times, even Old Master Du, who had always been the kindest to her, was a little angry.
He reprimanded Tan Miaomiao sternly.
He walked out of the door and walked to his side.
He glanced at Tan Miaomiao, then at the old masters who had forgotten to eat and sleep.
Du Sansheng said.
"This is the style of the older generation of artists.”
"It's also virtue!"
"For the sake of a few minutes of performance on stage, the audience worked hard as if they were risking their lives. They were afraid that the performance would lose its charm, smash the stage, and destroy the signboard.”
"The older the artistes in the industry, the more they are like this!”
"If you don't go crazy, you won't survive!"
"In the past eighteen years, what I have learned the most from them is not their acting skills, but their artistic ethics!”
"It's the reverence and pursuit of art! Your persistence and persistence in the stage."
……
Speaking up to this point, Du Sansheng also sighed with emotion.
Tan Miaomiao was deep in thought.
It wasn't that she didn't understand. Her parents were artists of the older generation and had been there for more than forty years.
She was used to their persistence in art.
It was normal to practice without sleep or food.
It was normal to stay up all night.
However, they were all well-known figures in the art circle.
Virtue and skill are both fragrant.
However, for an old folk artist who had struggled for his entire life without achieving anything, to be so diligent and hardworking, she could not help but be moved.
Respect.
Vaguely, she remembered why her parents praised folk artists when she was at home.
Why did her parents encourage her to go out and take a look?
He finally understood why Du Sansheng would treat these old artistes who were over 60 years old with such respect.
Bloom in a place where no one else is, and hold fast through the years.
Perhaps it was because of the existence of people like them.
Even if the folk opera troupes had dispersed one after another, the folk art had already reached its peak, but it had always been able to leave behind a spark and continue to be passed down.
She saw the light of art from these old men. Although they were not eye-catching, they shone brightly and never faded.
Especially after seeing that this group of old men really had a unique skill in their respective fields, they felt that Du Sansheng's words yesterday were true.
His inherent worldview was shaken and collapsed.
A brand new path opened up before her eyes.
His eyes curved into a smile.
Tan Miaomiao also took out her instrument and joined the group of old men.
The cheerful melody added a touch of green to the performance.
It was as if it symbolized eternal love. After the bitterness, there was always a trace of hope.
"This woman!"
Du Sansheng was half gratified and half amused.
He was glad that this woman had clearly figured out some things, and she was in high spirits.
The funny thing was that she had tried her best to persuade the old masters before, afraid that they would suffer from overwork.
In the end, he turned around and joined in.
No matter how one looked at it, this scene was somewhat comical.
Wasn't this just causing trouble?
Du Sansheng shook his head as he looked at the enthusiastic senior orchestra.
It was one thing to admire the old masters 'artistic ethics.
Worrying about their health was another matter.
Just as Tan Miaomiao had worried before, they were old after all. If they continued to work like before, their bodies would not be able to take it.
Ordinary persuasion was useless.
Tan Miaomiao had personally experienced this. As a man, Du Sansheng didn't think that he wouldn't be bombarded by the old masters.
However, who asked him to hold the old masters 'lifeline?
"Old Masters, the body is the capital of art. Everyone, eat first!”
"Otherwise, I'll take back this score!”
The old masters who were about to curse instantly shut their mouths.
They had to put down their instruments and go to the side to eat.
Hit the snake seven inches!
Who asked this brat to hold onto their lifeline?
Tan Miaomiao rolled her eyes as she walked past Du Sansheng.
She had been tricked by this scumbag again!
……………………
After breakfast.
The group of old men once again practiced without sleep or food.
He studied the score, figured out the rhythm, and adjusted the instrument.
After cleaning up the dishes.
Du Sansheng watched from the side and communicated with the system.
After the shocking performance of " Beautiful Youth with Chinese Style " two days ago, he had probably gained a lot of fans again.
He opened the system.
A series of notifications sounded.
Congratulations to the host for successfully obtaining the achievement of 40 million people. You have successfully made 2 million people interested in martial arts. You have been rewarded with master-level piano experience and skills,"Sea piano music", and master-level Bajiquan.
Congratulations to the host for successfully obtaining the achievement of 45 million people. Reward: " Sunset Flute and Drum " score, Master Level Experience, and Master Level Flute Ability
Congratulations to the host for successfully obtaining the achievement of 50 million people. The reward is the max level skill of the Sound of Arrival.
He saw the system reward.
Du Sansheng pursed his lips and chose to accept immediately.
A large amount of information surged into his mind, and his body also silently changed.
His muscles bulged and fell, becoming even more well-proportioned. His figure was not inferior to that of a top fitness model.
But he was not a muscular man.
Instead, it was the kind that looked slim when dressed and fleshy when undressed.
And it was the best of the best.
He opened his eyes.
She looked at herself becoming even thinner and whiter than porcelain. She was even more perfect than a top-notch hand model.
Understood.
Something was different.
However, he did not expect that the system, which had always rewarded national style skills, would actually reward western musical instrument skills this time.
On second thought.
Du Sansheng quickly understood the system's actions.
If the ancient music of the Dragon Country wanted to regain its vitality and shine in this pluralistic era, in addition to excavating and displaying the charm of the national music itself, it was also necessary to appropriately integrate modern instruments.
National music was not only about inheriting traditions, but also about promoting and developing them.
It was synchronized with the times and integrated with the present world.
Exploring the new style of the Dragon Country's national music was the real path to take.
There was inevitably controversy.
But it was imperative.
At this moment, Du Sansheng somewhat understood why the National Music Ceremony had received mixed reviews on the Internet.
Fusion required a process.
Accepting it required a process.
Perhaps the true path of the Dragon Country's national music was to stir up tradition, integrate new trends, and bring forth new ideas.
However, he had to grasp the balance between the new and the old.
Suddenly, Du Sansheng thought of the famous Butterfly Lovers from his previous life and had an idea.
He immediately got up, returned to his room, and took out a pen and paper.
He adjusted the score.
Du Sansheng's lips curled up slightly as he looked at the increasingly perfect and seamless score.
He hurriedly copied a few more copies.
Looking at the music score in their hands again, the old masters widened their eyes and their hearts were in turmoil. Then, they stared at Du Sansheng.
It was as if a flower was about to bloom.
"I really don't know how your brain works!”
"In the Yangtze River, the new generation will replace the old.”
"Old Man Du, I have two grandsons in exchange for one of yours. Buy one get one free, how about it?”
……
Old Master Du looked at Du Sansheng with a smug smile.
"I didn't expect you to come this far.”
"Good! Very good!"
"Since you have this idea, let go and do it boldly!”
"Although we old fellows have been eating the same food for our entire lives, we are not old-fashioned and stubborn. As long as we don't spoil our craftsmanship and throw away the things passed down by our ancestors, we will also accept new things!”
"That's right! He knew that young people didn't like the old ways. This new score inherited the tradition and brought forth the new. It would definitely be welcomed by young people. At that time, this thing that had been passed down for thousands of years might even become popular!”
……
The old masters practiced even more excitedly, and Tan Miaomiao's eyes lit up.
He had a new understanding of Du Sansheng.
He gave her a heartfelt thumbs up.
You are really strong!
This was just to praise Du Sansheng's talent.
As for his character!
Tan Miaomiao expressed that her personality was still bad.
This mother will never accept this!
Seeing that everyone had their own duties, Du Sansheng also began to make preparations.
After all, he was the main force.
Even if he had the standard of a Master, he did not dare to slack off at all.
He was serious about the arts!
Fortunately, Old Master Du valued tradition and accepted new things. The Du family's musical instruments were relatively complete.
There was no need to waste time searching for equipment.
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