Elegance Is Not Pretentious, Grandson Is!
"Earth?"
Su Meng glanced at him and chuckled.
"Why do I feel that playing suona is too old-fashioned?”
The cameraman scratched his head in confusion.
"Isn't it old-fashioned? It seemed that playing the suona had always been used in the countryside for funerals and funerals. It was not elegant at all.”
"Even if you want to play music, you should play the piano in a concert hall. That's what's called elegance!”
"Suona is really old-fashioned and vulgar.”
Oh?
Su Meng raised his eyebrows. He suddenly recalled a crosstalk by crosstalk master Guo Degang from his previous life,"On Elegance."
"Come, come, come. Since you've brought up this topic, let's have a good chat.”
Seeing his serious look, the netizens in the live broadcast room were also interested.
"Someone said that listening to symphonies is elegant, but listening to suona is vulgar.”
"Listening to celebrities lip-syncing is elegant, but watching online originals is vulgar.”
"Drinking coffee is elegant, eating garlic is vulgar.”
"The art of looking at the human body is elegant, but the couple's dirty jokes are vulgar.”
Pfff! The cameraman laughed out loud.
Why do I want to laugh when I see you like this?
The live broadcast room was also filled with cheers.
Su Meng continued.
"What is elegant and what is vulgar? Good teeth are elegant, and people and grain are vulgar."
"One word for tooth and one word for good.”
"It's elegant to say that it's fine after eating, but to sit there and nag.”
"A single person is a grain, a grain of five grains. This word is vulgar. Eating, drinking, and defecating are vulgar.”
"Let's talk about the suona. Why is the piano elegant while the suona is old-fashioned?”
"It's the same musical instrument, the same thing that makes sound, but why are there so many different grades?”
"You said that suona is popular in the countryside. This is what it means to be rooted in the people and loved by the masses.”
"This is what I call exuberant artistic vitality!”
"One last thing for everyone. Elegance is not a pretense, grandson is!”
Many people laughed out loud.
But soon after, many people fell into deep thought.
This seemed to make sense.
……
"Good! Well said!"
In a teahouse in the capital, a short fatty with a heart-shaped hairstyle shouted loudly with an excited expression.
He was Little Yueyue's master, the famous crosstalk actor Guo Dagang.
Originally, he wanted to see his disciple's performance, but he accidentally entered Su Meng's live broadcast room and heard these words.
For a moment, he had a good impression of Su Meng.
This young man is really my soulmate!
In the office of the Dragon Country Music Academy's folk music department, Teacher Hu also nodded with a gratified expression.
"This young man isn't bad. He's seen through everything.”
"They are all musical instruments. Why is folk music considered old-fashioned? Why was folk music inferior to others?”
Bai Xiaoling looked at Su Meng on the screen with admiration. Her eyes were shining.
Teacher Hu pondered for a moment and slowly said.
"Xiao Ling, this young man seems to have a deep understanding of folk music.”
"Help me contact his management company later and invite him to give a few lessons.”
Lectures? Bai Xiaoling was stunned.
Although it was a fact that folk music was in decline, where was this place? This was the Dragon Country's Music Academy!
The highest palace of the Dragon Country's music!
The teacher actually wanted to invite a popular celebrity to give a lecture?
……
Su Meng's words made the suona team members nod their heads repeatedly.
"Master Su is right. They are all loud. Why is the suona inferior?”
"People like us aren't very cultured, and we don't know anything about elegance or local customs.”
"But it's not embarrassing for us to rely on our skills to eat!”
Su Meng nodded and said with a smile.
"Did you hear that? This is the voice of the people."
The cameraman was already a little confused. He thought about it and said, not willing to be outdone.
"But you can't deny that the suona is only used in the countryside during funerals.”
"In terms of artistry, it's still a little lacking, right?”
In this world, the situation of folk music was not ideal. Many people scoffed at it.
His words also represented the thoughts of many people.
Su Meng pondered for a moment and slowly said.
"You're right. The artistic quality of the suona is indeed a little lacking.”
" But it's not because of the instrument, but because there's no suitable song.”
"By the way, Class Head Wang, the official funeral is tomorrow, right?”
What? Wang Laowu was stunned for a moment and quickly said.
"Yes, he will be buried at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon.”
"After the burial, our team will have to brag for a while more, and then this job will officially end.”
Su Meng nodded and said slowly.
"Looks like it's time to use a big move!”
"Let the brothers work hard tonight. I'll teach everyone another song.”
"For the finale performance at noon tomorrow, play this song with me.”
"I want everyone to see if the suona is artistic or not!”
Vaguely, the cameraman suddenly felt that Su Meng's figure had grown taller.
He could not help but lower his voice.
"Su…Brother Su, what's the name of your song tomorrow?”
Su Meng raised his head, a trace of reminiscence flashing in his eyes.
"This song is called…'Hundred Birds Pay Homage to the Phoenix'!”
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