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Pan Xiaopan's initial anticipation was immediately gone.
Like many others.
She had basically never come into contact with this kind of old-fashioned opera.
He had never heard of such works before.
Even the information introduced by the academy was very little.
Basically, they were all in the Chinese traditional arts department. They had only heard that it was quite popular a hundred years ago.
Pan Xiaopan usually didn't take the time to learn about such things.
In her eyes, there was no need to waste time to understand these things since there was no one to sing it, and it was not popular or mainstream.
As time passed, they gradually looked down on this declining unpopular sect.
As for the past glory? What did that have to do with her?
And now, he had actually encountered an opera singer. How stupid was that? If he had the time, why not study pop music?
This immediately gave rise to a feeling of contempt in her heart and she wanted to leave.
The students weren't the only ones who were attracted to this place.
There were also some teaching staff who came to the academy to open up information and deal with matters.
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In the corner of Yanhai Music Academy, there was a dilapidated building.
On the wall of the building, there were four large words carved in a flamboyant manner.
Planting flowers, national style.
These four words were ancient and powerful. Even after years of erosion, one could still see the majestic aura of the past.
This building was not as clean and pleasing to the eye as the other buildings in the academy.
Instead, it looked more like an old house left behind in an alley.
This was the traditional art department of the college.
Since there were not many students in a year, the funding was also reduced.
This was the poorest department in Yanhai Music Academy. Compared to rock and roll, rap, and music, this department was miles away.
There were only a few dozen people in the entire department, including the teachers.
With such a pathetic number of students, the academy had not closed the traditional art department.
This was something that many students could not understand.
At this moment, in this dilapidated old teaching building.
A beautiful figure was running quickly.
Her long black hair fluttered in the wind.
Her anxious expression could not hide her natural beauty.
Pan Xiaopan's beauty was a product of modern technology.
Then this one had a natural classic appearance.
The beauty of Chinese women was reflected.
The face of the sinking fish, the beauty of the moon.
However, such a female student was a little flustered at this moment.
She quickly ran to one office after another.
He opened the old wooden door.
Inside sat a kind and amiable old man.
The old man was holding a piece of cotton cloth and carefully wiping a suona.
"An Ran, why are you in such a hurry? Are those department heads clamoring to cancel the Flower Country Wind Department again?”
"Tell them, no way. As long as I'm not dead, as long as there's a student in the department, they can forget about closing the department.”
"With the old man's relationship, they won't dare to do anything rash.”
The old man looked up at An Ran and said slowly.
"No, Old Guo, the freshmen are singing on the school field!”An Ran immediately explained after hearing it.
She knew very well why Old Guo had spoken such extreme words.
The number of students in the Chinese traditional arts department was getting smaller and smaller year by year.
There were less than a hundred of them.
Moreover, under the trend of foreign cultural invasion.
There were already quite a number of faculty members who had started to suggest eliminating the traditional art department.
They felt that there was no need for it to exist at all. It was simply a waste of resources.
For example, other music colleges had already abolished such art departments.
However, every time, under Old Guo's resistance, he avoided the danger of being eliminated.
It wasn't because he felt that Old Guo was too old to fight for it.
However, this old man's identity was not ordinary.
He was the vice president of the China National Drama Association, a master of classical music, and a first-class traditional art master of the gardener.
Although the country was in decline, these identities were a symbol of strength.
However, even with Old Guo holding the fort, he could avoid the danger of being eliminated.
However, it still could not stop the academy from making a series of measures to reduce funding.
Old Guo bought some of the things that the department needed with his own money.
He knew that there were not many young people nowadays who were willing to learn the things passed down by their ancestors.
It wasn't just because this industry wasn't popular or unpopular, but it was also because it was too difficult!
Old Guo didn't hate guitar, bass, violin, cello, rap, boy band, street dance, and so on.
Music had no borders.
Most of the time, he looked at these things with admiration.
It was just something that pained the old man.
When these foreign cultures gradually became mainstream.
The flower family's own national style was suppressed to the point where it could not accommodate itself.
He even heard people saying that traditional art was trash.
What could an old man like him do in the face of such strong capital?
The only thing he could do was to guard this last place and pass on all the things he had accumulated in his life.
He hoped that one day, these small sparks could form a prairie fire.
At this moment, An Ran was the disciple he was most proud of in recent years.
It wasn't that he was talented or good-looking, but that he had the perseverance that many modern youths lacked.
After Old Guo heard An Ran's words, he did not care."It's just singing. Let them be. It's not a big deal.”
"But, but that freshman sang Drunken Concubine!”
"What?!"
At this moment, Old Guo's eyes widened and he stood up from his chair.
It was an opera!
It was Beijing opera!
There was actually someone singing 'The Drunken Concubine' among the freshmen?
Under such a large trend, there were actually still young people who wanted to go against it.
He quickly put down the cotton cloth in his hand. Quick, quick, lead me to see!"
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