Recording a Funeral Song, You've Used the Three Major Folk Ensemble?
"Su Meng, your song…is it really that popular among the elderly?”
After a long silence, Deng Ziqi finally couldn't help but ask.
Su Meng nodded and said lightly.
"Yeah, didn't you see it?”
"Actually, it's not just the elderly. Sooner or later, young people will also like it.”
The group of people choked.
Speaking of which, I'm also a young man. Why don't I like these trivial songs that much?
Oh, I understand now. Maybe when we are old and understand the true meaning of life and death, we will like these things?
The group of people felt as if they knew the answer.
However, what they did not know was that the song they were talking about was completely different from the song Su Meng was talking about!
One was a sad and sad song, while the other was a lively and festive song.
How could this be the same?
"Hello, Teacher Su!" A young girl carrying an erhu bag walked briskly past them.
When she saw Su Meng, her big eyes turned into crescents.
"Yes, Xiao Ying." Su Meng nodded and asked casually.
"How's the song going?”
"I've already mastered it. Even Teacher Qin Qianyan praised me for my talent!”
Xiao Ying also had a proud look on her face.
The group of people behind him were on the verge of tears.
Such a cute girl, you actually let him learn those trivial songs? Are you still human?
Seeing that Xiao Ying still wanted to come over, Su Meng quickly waved his hand.
"Alright, hurry up and go to class.”
"Oh, right. If you see Bebe and Tata, tell them to practice their songs.”
"I'll take you to a few performances in a while.”
"Alright, alright! Thank you, Teacher Su!" Xiao Ying became excited all of a sudden. Her big eyes were filled with excitement.
The few people behind him looked at each other, suddenly filled with deep doubts about this world.
From the meaning of his words, you, the Smiths 'class, have actually pulled in several ignorant girls?
And he even wanted to take them to a performance? What performance? Wasn't he going to the grave to play the suona?
Aren't you just spouting nonsense?
How do you know when someone will die? This thing…even had reservations?
No, I will never allow you to extend your evil claws to these ignorant girls!
In an instant, their sense of mission exploded, as if they had suddenly become heroes who saved the world.
Xiao
Ying greeted him and was about to leave in satisfaction when she was suddenly pulled back by Boss Yang.
Boss Yang protected her behind him like an old hen protecting her chick.
He stared at Su Meng's eyes with an unafraid expression.
"Su Meng! Let go of this girl. If you have anything to say, come at me!”
"You?" Su Meng looked at her inexplicably and shook his head.
"You can't. You're a little too old.”
He was a little old…A little old…Big…Big…
Boss Yang suddenly felt a sweet taste in his mouth, as if a mouthful of blood was about to spurt out. The pain in his heart was like ten thousand Rong Nanny's needles.
Seeing that Boss Yang was defeated in one move, Liu Tianxian thought for a moment and silently took a step back.
Only Deng Ziqi rushed forward wave after wave.
"What about me? I'm much younger than Boss Yang!"
Puff ~~~ Boss Yang finally couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
Can you aim properly when you throw a grenade? You accidentally injured your teammate!
Su Meng glanced at her and shook his head.""You can't either. You're too mature.”
What? Too mature?
For a moment, Deng Ziqi didn't know whether she should be happy or sad.
Wait, Deng Ziqi suddenly realized something.
Wasn't it just a few performances?
What kind of performance depended on one's figure?
Could it be that kind of performance?
Deng Ziqi's gaze at Su Meng gradually became strange…
I'm the only one left!
Little Yueyue encouraged himself and spoke weakly.
"Little Uncle-Master, since they can't do it, then what about the Wang Family Class and the Li Family Class?”
"They are even worse.”Su Meng looked at them strangely.
"They're old and men. How can they do it?”
"Besides, they don't know how to play the erhu, pipa, or Chinese ruan.”
What? The four of them were stunned.
Erhu…Pipa…Zhongruan…Were all the free jobs now so high-end?
Or is it only your Smiths 'class that is so high-end?
...
"Teacher Su, good!"
"Hello, Teacher Su!"
"Teacher Su is so awesome!"
Along the way, students ran over from time to time and greeted Su Meng respectfully.
Su Meng was also amiable, and he would ask about their learning progress from time to time.
However, this scene made them more and more confused.
It's fine if one or two of them know you.
But looking at this posture, why did it feel like you were at home?
Little Yueyue could not help but ask.
"Little Uncle-Master, I feel like you're very familiar with this place.”
Su Meng nodded, his eyes revealing a trace of nostalgia.
"Yes, this is the place where I once fought.”
A place where a battle had taken place?
This statement made the group of people instantly dumbfounded.
Aren't you just a popular young hunk? Since when did it have anything to do with this art palace?
And it was a battle?
Deng Ziqi's expression changed drastically as she blurted out.
"Su Meng, did you come here with a suona?”
What was that? Everyone couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air, and a scene appeared in their minds.
The cold wind blew, carrying with it a boundless murderous intent.
Su Meng held the suona and stood with his hands behind his back, looking like a peerless expert who dominated the world.
Opposite him was a group of well-dressed artists. Each of them had a solemn expression and held eighteen kinds of weapons…musical instruments.
An artist jumped out first.
"I have a song called 'Tchaikov in C Major.' Please enlighten me!”
As he played, the notes flowed out and turned into an army of knights.
At the moment of danger, Su Meng laughed at the sky and shouted.
"Tchaikov?"
"Even if Kabinski, Tchaikov, the truck driver, the taxi driver, the tractor driver, he is a coward, Rory Rosov, Sharapova, Dapopova, the ginseng baby... all of them, what do I have to fear?”
"You have an army of knights, and I have millions of nether soldiers!”
Immediately, he raised the suona to his mouth, and the melody of "The Great Funeral" slowly sounded.
This melody connected the heavens and earth, instantly causing a huge change.
A cold wind blew and a mist rose. The Gate of Hell opened and millions of ghost soldiers crossed the border.
The two armies instantly became entangled in a battle…
F * ck! Many people couldn't help but shiver.
Wasn't this too terrifying?
"What are you thinking about?" Su Meng glared at Deng Ziqi and said unhappily.
"I just accidentally smashed Teacher Liu Huan's office…"
F * ck! The countless people in the live broadcast room were once again dumbfounded.
Teacher Liu Huan?
He was the top male singer in the country and the head of the vocal music department at the Capital Music Academy!
You destroyed his office, and you're still standing here alive?
Deng Ziqi swallowed her saliva nervously.
"Su Meng, you smashed Teacher Liu Huan's office…Didn't Teacher Liu scold you?”
"Scold? Why does he want it?" Su Meng sighed and said faintly.
"After all, it was because he forced me to drink fake alcohol…"
Numb, completely numbed
…Deng Ziqi subconsciously stopped in front of a large rehearsal hall.
His tone was filled with respect.
"Su Meng, let's not go over, shall we?”
"This is the rehearsal hall. Not everyone can enter.”
"How can that do?" Su Meng pursed his lips and looked indifferent.
"It's precisely because it's the rehearsal hall that I'm here.”
"I can only choose a few good accompaniment if I listen to them personally.”
F * ck, your reason is impeccable. I'm speechless.
The group of people were speechless.
But what could he do now?
He braced himself and followed suit.
In any case, the assistant had already booked a bed in the Orthopedics Department of the hospital. At most, she would just treat it as a work-related injury.
Sigh…Compared to this, I actually want to be an old beggar
…
"Teacher Su is here."
"Teacher Su, do you have time to give me some pointers?”
When they entered the rehearsal Hall, more students greeted Su Meng.
The few of them were already numb. Sigh…whatever.
I'm already tired. I don't want to be shocked anymore.
Su Jin walked into the rehearsal hall as if he had returned to his own home.
The innermost part of the hall was isolated.
Su Meng didn't even knock on the door. He pushed it open and walked in.
There were three groups of people sitting in the hall, and all kinds of musical instruments were placed in front of each of them.
However, at this moment, they were not rehearsing. Instead, they were being evaluated by Hu Zhengyuan.
Seeing Su Meng push the door open and enter, many people stood up and shouted.
"Hello, Teacher Su!"
This shout scared the people behind Su Meng so much that they staggered and almost fell to the ground.
"Isn't…isn't this the leader of the three great folk bands?”
When he saw the people in front of him clearly, he was even more shocked.
Boss Yang pointed at the three people in front of him, his hands trembling.
They had seen the three regiment commanders at the airport and recognized them at a glance.
Su Meng ignored her and walked over.
"How's everyone's training?”
Hu Zheng Yuan nodded, his face full of gratification.
"Don't worry, it's already perfect.”
Su Meng nodded. Suddenly, he had an idea.
"Alright, let's get everyone ready. We'll have a public performance in the next few days to officially release it.”
"Alright! I'll listen to your arrangements!" Hu Zheng Yuan didn't ask him what he was going to do and agreed immediately.
Su Chong and the others laughed and suddenly said loudly.
"I'm going to record a suona album later. It's a song that's specially used for funeral.”
"Artists, is there anyone willing to help?”
F * ck!
Boss Yang and the others 'faces turned green.
Aren't you too direct?
Who would agree if he asked openly in public? Who would be able to keep their face?
Even if you want to pull people, at least pull them to a remote place and increase the price. That way, they might consider it.
But what they didn't expect was that all these elegant artists suddenly stood up.
They shouted in unison.
"I'll go!"
Then, the way he looked at the people around him changed. It was as if his close colleagues had suddenly become competitors.
Everyone in the live broadcast room and venue was almost numb.
Brother, you are artists!
This is a song for you guys to play!
They were going to perform at the grave! He wasn't going to perform at the Golden Hall!
Do all of you have to do this?
Su Meng was not surprised at all. He only shook his head and said indifferently.
"I don't need so many people. I only need suona, sheng, gongs, drums, and cymbals.”
"Who knows how to play these games?"
"Me!" Everyone shouted in unison.
Who among those who studied folk music wasn't versatile? It was just a matter of proficiency.
However, the suona and sheng still required some technical skill. Gongs, drums, cymbals…For these artists, this was nothing.
Most importantly, it was a great honor to be able to cooperate with Teacher Su!
What was that? You said it was unlucky?
So what? We've been so happy every day recently that we almost thought we were the bride and groom.
Doing some free work was just nice to neutralize it.
Su Meng shook his head. He was helpless against these people.
"Alright then. The suona chief, sheng chief, and percussion chief of each regiment will follow me.”
"Sigh..." A huge sigh erupted from the crowd.
None of them were named, and each of them was heartbroken. It was like losing five million.
However, those whose names were called out held their heads high and puffed out their chests. Their faces were filled with pride, as if they had won a great battle.
I finally have the chance to help Teacher Su do something. I'm so happy.
In the
live broadcast room, almost all the netizens could not believe what they were seeing.
"By the way…am I seeing things? Why are they fighting over this kind of work? Were these really the Three Great Folk Ensemble?”
"I just checked their official website. Although I can't believe it, it's true.”
"Pfft…Why do I suddenly feel like I'm choosing a princess in a KTV?”
"Laugh? You can still laugh? My nose was sour and I wanted to cry.”
"55555... The owner of the musical instrument store was right. People who play folk music are too poor. They have to fight for this kind of work...
These artists are so pitiful... If this continues, won't they join Beggar's Sect?”
"Strange, I think it's very strange!”
"Ever since Su Meng joined this show, haven't there been a few strange things?”
In the office of the Imperial Capital National Music Band, the secretary who stayed behind hung up the phone with a dumbfounded expression.
What was going on?
Suddenly, there were more than a dozen phone calls. They wanted to donate to the Capital National Music Band?
"
Little Meng, you're finally here!”
Liu Huan, who had been waiting at the door, rushed over and hugged Su Meng fiercely when he saw Su Meng coming over with a group of people.
"I've already prepared the song and am preparing to record the official version.”
"It just so happens that you're here too. Please help me listen."”
The group of people behind him watched all of this in a daze. Their hearts were already as still as water.
What was that? You said that a stoic CEO was very familiar with a big shot in the music industry. Was this a fantasy?
Haha, you are too young.
What could be more shocking than a group of great artists willing to lower themselves to record a song for nothing?
We've already crossed Mount Jumurama. Is a small mound worth our shock?
What a joke!
"But…"
Liu Huan said casually as he released his hand.
"You don't know, but the production team of 'Water Margins' calls three times a day.”
"The entire production team is going crazy for this theme song.”
"Oh right, has your manager negotiated a price with the production team?”
"Let me tell you, the production team is very satisfied with this song. Tell your manager not to be polite with them.”
"After all, you wrote this song and the copyright is in your hands.”
What was that?
The theme song of Water Margins…was written by Su Meng?
The group of people opened their mouths wide, and their eyeballs were about to pop out.
In the live broadcast room, this shocking gossip shocked all the netizens.
The lively bullet screen suddenly turned deathly silent
…
Liu Huan didn't even realize what kind of big news he had dropped.
Only then did he realize that there was a group of people behind Su Meng. He could not help but be stunned.
"Eh? Ziqi, you're here too?"
"Boss Yang? Celestial Immortal Liu? You're all here…Little Yueyue, why are you holding a bottle in your hand?”
Little Yueyue looked at the bottle he had just taken out from his pocket and said in a daze.，
"Oh…this is the Erguotou I bought from the convenience store at the entrance for 2.5 yuan.”
"I originally planned to apologize to you on behalf of Little Uncle-Master.”
"Although it's not worth much, this wine…is authentic!”
"Teacher Liu, can we stop drinking fake wine?”
？？？？
A few huge question marks suddenly appeared above Liu Huan's head… Recording a Funeral Song, You've Used the Three Major Folk Ensemble?
"Su Meng, your song…is it really that popular among the elderly?”
After a long silence, Deng Ziqi finally couldn't help but ask.
Su Meng nodded and said lightly.
"Yeah, didn't you see it?”
"Actually, it's not just the elderly. Sooner or later, young people will also like it.”
The group of people choked.
Speaking of which, I'm also a young man. Why don't I like these trivial songs that much?
Oh, I understand now. Maybe when we are old and understand the true meaning of life and death, we will like these things?
The group of people felt as if they knew the answer.
However, what they did not know was that the song they were talking about was completely different from the song Su Meng was talking about!
One was a sad and sad song, while the other was a lively and festive song.
How could this be the same?
"Hello, Teacher Su!" A young girl carrying an erhu bag walked briskly past them.
When she saw Su Meng, her big eyes turned into crescents.
"Yes, Xiao Ying." Su Meng nodded and asked casually.
"How's the song going?”
"I've already mastered it. Even Teacher Qin Qianyan praised me for my talent!”
Xiao Ying also had a proud look on her face.
The group of people behind him were on the verge of tears.
Such a cute girl, you actually let him learn those trivial songs? Are you still human?
Seeing that Xiao Ying still wanted to come over, Su Meng quickly waved his hand.
"Alright, hurry up and go to class.”
"Oh, right. If you see Bebe and Tata, tell them to practice their songs.”
"I'll take you to a few performances in a while.”
"Alright, alright! Thank you, Teacher Su!" Xiao Ying became excited all of a sudden. Her big eyes were filled with excitement.
The few people behind him looked at each other, suddenly filled with deep doubts about this world.
From the meaning of his words, you, the Smiths 'class, have actually pulled in several ignorant girls?
And he even wanted to take them to a performance? What performance? Wasn't he going to the grave to play the suona?
Aren't you just spouting nonsense?
How do you know when someone will die? This thing…even had reservations?
No, I will never allow you to extend your evil claws to these ignorant girls!
In an instant, their sense of mission exploded, as if they had suddenly become heroes who saved the world.
Xiao
Ying greeted him and was about to leave in satisfaction when she was suddenly pulled back by Boss Yang.
Boss Yang protected her behind him like an old hen protecting her chick.
He stared at Su Meng's eyes with an unafraid expression.
"Su Meng! Let go of this girl. If you have anything to say, come at me!”
"You?" Su Meng looked at her inexplicably and shook his head.
"You can't. You're a little too old.”
He was a little old…A little old…Big…Big…
Boss Yang suddenly felt a sweet taste in his mouth, as if a mouthful of blood was about to spurt out. The pain in his heart was like ten thousand Rong Nanny's needles.
Seeing that Boss Yang was defeated in one move, Liu Tianxian thought for a moment and silently took a step back.
Only Deng Ziqi rushed forward wave after wave.
"What about me? I'm much younger than Boss Yang!"
Puff ~~~ Boss Yang finally couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
Can you aim properly when you throw a grenade? You accidentally injured your teammate!
Su Meng glanced at her and shook his head.""You can't either. You're too mature.”
What? Too mature?
For a moment, Deng Ziqi didn't know whether she should be happy or sad.
Wait, Deng Ziqi suddenly realized something.
Wasn't it just a few performances?
What kind of performance depended on one's figure?
Could it be that kind of performance?
Deng Ziqi's gaze at Su Meng gradually became strange…
I'm the only one left!
Little Yueyue encouraged himself and spoke weakly.
"Little Uncle-Master, since they can't do it, then what about the Wang Family Class and the Li Family Class?”
"They are even worse.”Su Meng looked at them strangely.
"They're old and men. How can they do it?”
"Besides, they don't know how to play the erhu, pipa, or Chinese ruan.”
What? The four of them were stunned.
Erhu…Pipa…Zhongruan…Were all the free jobs now so high-end?
Or is it only your Smiths 'class that is so high-end?
...
"Teacher Su, good!"
"Hello, Teacher Su!"
"Teacher Su is so awesome!"
Along the way, students ran over from time to time and greeted Su Meng respectfully.
Su Meng was also amiable, and he would ask about their learning progress from time to time.
However, this scene made them more and more confused.
It's fine if one or two of them know you.
But looking at this posture, why did it feel like you were at home?
Little Yueyue could not help but ask.
"Little Uncle-Master, I feel like you're very familiar with this place.”
Su Meng nodded, his eyes revealing a trace of nostalgia.
"Yes, this is the place where I once fought.”
A place where a battle had taken place?
This statement made the group of people instantly dumbfounded.
Aren't you just a popular young hunk? Since when did it have anything to do with this art palace?
And it was a battle?
Deng Ziqi's expression changed drastically as she blurted out.
"Su Meng, did you come here with a suona?”
What was that? Everyone couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air, and a scene appeared in their minds.
The cold wind blew, carrying with it a boundless murderous intent.
Su Meng held the suona and stood with his hands behind his back, looking like a peerless expert who dominated the world.
Opposite him was a group of well-dressed artists. Each of them had a solemn expression and held eighteen kinds of weapons…musical instruments.
An artist jumped out first.
"I have a song called 'Tchaikov in C Major.' Please enlighten me!”
As he played, the notes flowed out and turned into an army of knights.
At the moment of danger, Su Meng laughed at the sky and shouted.
"Tchaikov?"
"Even if Kabinski, Tchaikov, the truck driver, the taxi driver, the tractor driver, he is a coward, Rory Rosov, Sharapova, Dapopova, the ginseng baby... all of them, what do I have to fear?”
"You have an army of knights, and I have millions of nether soldiers!”
Immediately, he raised the suona to his mouth, and the melody of "The Great Funeral" slowly sounded.
This melody connected the heavens and earth, instantly causing a huge change.
A cold wind blew and a mist rose. The Gate of Hell opened and millions of ghost soldiers crossed the border.
The two armies instantly became entangled in a battle…
F * ck! Many people couldn't help but shiver.
Wasn't this too terrifying?
"What are you thinking about?" Su Meng glared at Deng Ziqi and said unhappily.
"I just accidentally smashed Teacher Liu Huan's office…"
F * ck! The countless people in the live broadcast room were once again dumbfounded.
Teacher Liu Huan?
He was the top male singer in the country and the head of the vocal music department at the Capital Music Academy!
You destroyed his office, and you're still standing here alive?
Deng Ziqi swallowed her saliva nervously.
"Su Meng, you smashed Teacher Liu Huan's office…Didn't Teacher Liu scold you?”
"Scold? Why does he want it?" Su Meng sighed and said faintly.
"After all, it was because he forced me to drink fake alcohol…"
Numb, completely numbed
…Deng Ziqi subconsciously stopped in front of a large rehearsal hall.
His tone was filled with respect.
"Su Meng, let's not go over, shall we?”
"This is the rehearsal hall. Not everyone can enter.”
"How can that do?" Su Meng pursed his lips and looked indifferent.
"It's precisely because it's the rehearsal hall that I'm here.”
"I can only choose a few good accompaniment if I listen to them personally.”
F * ck, your reason is impeccable. I'm speechless.
The group of people were speechless.
But what could he do now?
He braced himself and followed suit.
In any case, the assistant had already booked a bed in the Orthopedics Department of the hospital. At most, she would just treat it as a work-related injury.
Sigh…Compared to this, I actually want to be an old beggar
…
"Teacher Su is here."
"Teacher Su, do you have time to give me some pointers?”
When they entered the rehearsal Hall, more students greeted Su Meng.
The few of them were already numb. Sigh…whatever.
I'm already tired. I don't want to be shocked anymore.
Su Jin walked into the rehearsal hall as if he had returned to his own home.
The innermost part of the hall was isolated.
Su Meng didn't even knock on the door. He pushed it open and walked in.
There were three groups of people sitting in the hall, and all kinds of musical instruments were placed in front of each of them.
However, at this moment, they were not rehearsing. Instead, they were being evaluated by Hu Zhengyuan.
Seeing Su Meng push the door open and enter, many people stood up and shouted.
"Hello, Teacher Su!"
This shout scared the people behind Su Meng so much that they staggered and almost fell to the ground.
"Isn't…isn't this the leader of the three great folk bands?”
When he saw the people in front of him clearly, he was even more shocked.
Boss Yang pointed at the three people in front of him, his hands trembling.
They had seen the three regiment commanders at the airport and recognized them at a glance.
Su Meng ignored her and walked over.
"How's everyone's training?”
Hu Zheng Yuan nodded, his face full of gratification.
"Don't worry, it's already perfect.”
Su Meng nodded. Suddenly, he had an idea.
"Alright, let's get everyone ready. We'll have a public performance in the next few days to officially release it.”
"Alright! I'll listen to your arrangements!" Hu Zheng Yuan didn't ask him what he was going to do and agreed immediately.
Su Chong and the others laughed and suddenly said loudly.
"I'm going to record a suona album later. It's a song that's specially used for funeral.”
"Artists, is there anyone willing to help?”
F * ck!
Boss Yang and the others 'faces turned green.
Aren't you too direct?
Who would agree if he asked openly in public? Who would be able to keep their face?
Even if you want to pull people, at least pull them to a remote place and increase the price. That way, they might consider it.
But what they didn't expect was that all these elegant artists suddenly stood up.
They shouted in unison.
"I'll go!"
Then, the way he looked at the people around him changed. It was as if his close colleagues had suddenly become competitors.
Everyone in the live broadcast room and venue was almost numb.
Brother, you are artists!
This is a song for you guys to play!
They were going to perform at the grave! He wasn't going to perform at the Golden Hall!
Do all of you have to do this?
Su Meng was not surprised at all. He only shook his head and said indifferently.
"I don't need so many people. I only need suona, sheng, gongs, drums, and cymbals.”
"Who knows how to play these games?"
"Me!" Everyone shouted in unison.
Who among those who studied folk music wasn't versatile? It was just a matter of proficiency.
However, the suona and sheng still required some technical skill. Gongs, drums, cymbals…For these artists, this was nothing.
Most importantly, it was a great honor to be able to cooperate with Teacher Su!
What was that? You said it was unlucky?
So what? We've been so happy every day recently that we almost thought we were the bride and groom.
Doing some free work was just nice to neutralize it.
Su Meng shook his head. He was helpless against these people.
"Alright then. The suona chief, sheng chief, and percussion chief of each regiment will follow me.”
"Sigh..." A huge sigh erupted from the crowd.
None of them were named, and each of them was heartbroken. It was like losing five million.
However, those whose names were called out held their heads high and puffed out their chests. Their faces were filled with pride, as if they had won a great battle.
I finally have the chance to help Teacher Su do something. I'm so happy.
In the
live broadcast room, almost all the netizens could not believe what they were seeing.
"By the way…am I seeing things? Why are they fighting over this kind of work? Were these really the Three Great Folk Ensemble?”
"I just checked their official website. Although I can't believe it, it's true.”
"Pfft…Why do I suddenly feel like I'm choosing a princess in a KTV?”
"Laugh? You can still laugh? My nose was sour and I wanted to cry.”
"55555... The owner of the musical instrument store was right. People who play folk music are too poor. They have to fight for this kind of work...
These artists are so pitiful... If this continues, won't they join Beggar's Sect?”
"Strange, I think it's very strange!”
"Ever since Su Meng joined this show, haven't there been a few strange things?”
In the office of the Imperial Capital National Music Band, the secretary who stayed behind hung up the phone with a dumbfounded expression.
What was going on?
Suddenly, there were more than a dozen phone calls. They wanted to donate to the Capital National Music Band?
"
Little Meng, you're finally here!”
Liu Huan, who had been waiting at the door, rushed over and hugged Su Meng fiercely when he saw Su Meng coming over with a group of people.
"I've already prepared the song and am preparing to record the official version.”
"It just so happens that you're here too. Please help me listen."”
The group of people behind him watched all of this in a daze. Their hearts were already as still as water.
What was that? You said that a stoic CEO was very familiar with a big shot in the music industry. Was this a fantasy?
Haha, you are too young.
What could be more shocking than a group of great artists willing to lower themselves to record a song for nothing?
We've already crossed Mount Jumurama. Is a small mound worth our shock?
What a joke!
"But…"
Liu Huan said casually as he released his hand.
"You don't know, but the production team of 'Water Margins' calls three times a day.”
"The entire production team is going crazy for this theme song.”
"Oh right, has your manager negotiated a price with the production team?”
"Let me tell you, the production team is very satisfied with this song. Tell your manager not to be polite with them.”
"After all, you wrote this song and the copyright is in your hands.”
What was that?
The theme song of Water Margins…was written by Su Meng?
The group of people opened their mouths wide, and their eyeballs were about to pop out.
In the live broadcast room, this shocking gossip shocked all the netizens.
The lively bullet screen suddenly turned deathly silent
…
Liu Huan didn't even realize what kind of big news he had dropped.
Only then did he realize that there was a group of people behind Su Meng. He could not help but be stunned.
"Eh? Ziqi, you're here too?"
"Boss Yang? Celestial Immortal Liu? You're all here…Little Yueyue, why are you holding a bottle in your hand?”
Little Yueyue looked at the bottle he had just taken out from his pocket and said in a daze.，
"Oh…this is the Erguotou I bought from the convenience store at the entrance for 2.5 yuan.”
"I originally planned to apologize to you on behalf of Little Uncle-Master.”
"Although it's not worth much, this wine…is authentic!”
"Teacher Liu, can we stop drinking fake wine?”
？？？？
A few huge question marks suddenly appeared above Liu Huan's head… Recording a Funeral Song, You've Used the Three Major Folk Ensemble?
"Su Meng, your song…is it really that popular among the elderly?”
After a long silence, Deng Ziqi finally couldn't help but ask.
Su Meng nodded and said lightly.
"Yeah, didn't you see it?”
"Actually, it's not just the elderly. Sooner or later, young people will also like it.”
The group of people choked.
Speaking of which, I'm also a young man. Why don't I like these trivial songs that much?
Oh, I understand now. Maybe when we are old and understand the true meaning of life and death, we will like these things?
The group of people felt as if they knew the answer.
However, what they did not know was that the song they were talking about was completely different from the song Su Meng was talking about!
One was a sad and sad song, while the other was a lively and festive song.
How could this be the same?
"Hello, Teacher Su!" A young girl carrying an erhu bag walked briskly past them.
When she saw Su Meng, her big eyes turned into crescents.
"Yes, Xiao Ying." Su Meng nodded and asked casually.
"How's the song going?”
"I've already mastered it. Even Teacher Qin Qianyan praised me for my talent!”
Xiao Ying also had a proud look on her face.
The group of people behind him were on the verge of tears.
Such a cute girl, you actually let him learn those trivial songs? Are you still human?
Seeing that Xiao Ying still wanted to come over, Su Meng quickly waved his hand.
"Alright, hurry up and go to class.”
"Oh, right. If you see Bebe and Tata, tell them to practice their songs.”
"I'll take you to a few performances in a while.”
"Alright, alright! Thank you, Teacher Su!" Xiao Ying became excited all of a sudden. Her big eyes were filled with excitement.
The few people behind him looked at each other, suddenly filled with deep doubts about this world.
From the meaning of his words, you, the Smiths 'class, have actually pulled in several ignorant girls?
And he even wanted to take them to a performance? What performance? Wasn't he going to the grave to play the suona?
Aren't you just spouting nonsense?
How do you know when someone will die? This thing…even had reservations?
No, I will never allow you to extend your evil claws to these ignorant girls!
In an instant, their sense of mission exploded, as if they had suddenly become heroes who saved the world.
Xiao
Ying greeted him and was about to leave in satisfaction when she was suddenly pulled back by Boss Yang.
Boss Yang protected her behind him like an old hen protecting her chick.
He stared at Su Meng's eyes with an unafraid expression.
"Su Meng! Let go of this girl. If you have anything to say, come at me!”
"You?" Su Meng looked at her inexplicably and shook his head.
"You can't. You're a little too old.”
He was a little old…A little old…Big…Big…
Boss Yang suddenly felt a sweet taste in his mouth, as if a mouthful of blood was about to spurt out. The pain in his heart was like ten thousand Rong Nanny's needles.
Seeing that Boss Yang was defeated in one move, Liu Tianxian thought for a moment and silently took a step back.
Only Deng Ziqi rushed forward wave after wave.
"What about me? I'm much younger than Boss Yang!"
Puff ~~~ Boss Yang finally couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
Can you aim properly when you throw a grenade? You accidentally injured your teammate!
Su Meng glanced at her and shook his head.""You can't either. You're too mature.”
What? Too mature?
For a moment, Deng Ziqi didn't know whether she should be happy or sad.
Wait, Deng Ziqi suddenly realized something.
Wasn't it just a few performances?
What kind of performance depended on one's figure?
Could it be that kind of performance?
Deng Ziqi's gaze at Su Meng gradually became strange…
I'm the only one left!
Little Yueyue encouraged himself and spoke weakly.
"Little Uncle-Master, since they can't do it, then what about the Wang Family Class and the Li Family Class?”
"They are even worse.”Su Meng looked at them strangely.
"They're old and men. How can they do it?”
"Besides, they don't know how to play the erhu, pipa, or Chinese ruan.”
What? The four of them were stunned.
Erhu…Pipa…Zhongruan…Were all the free jobs now so high-end?
Or is it only your Smiths 'class that is so high-end?
...
"Teacher Su, good!"
"Hello, Teacher Su!"
"Teacher Su is so awesome!"
Along the way, students ran over from time to time and greeted Su Meng respectfully.
Su Meng was also amiable, and he would ask about their learning progress from time to time.
However, this scene made them more and more confused.
It's fine if one or two of them know you.
But looking at this posture, why did it feel like you were at home?
Little Yueyue could not help but ask.
"Little Uncle-Master, I feel like you're very familiar with this place.”
Su Meng nodded, his eyes revealing a trace of nostalgia.
"Yes, this is the place where I once fought.”
A place where a battle had taken place?
This statement made the group of people instantly dumbfounded.
Aren't you just a popular young hunk? Since when did it have anything to do with this art palace?
And it was a battle?
Deng Ziqi's expression changed drastically as she blurted out.
"Su Meng, did you come here with a suona?”
What was that? Everyone couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air, and a scene appeared in their minds.
The cold wind blew, carrying with it a boundless murderous intent.
Su Meng held the suona and stood with his hands behind his back, looking like a peerless expert who dominated the world.
Opposite him was a group of well-dressed artists. Each of them had a solemn expression and held eighteen kinds of weapons…musical instruments.
An artist jumped out first.
"I have a song called 'Tchaikov in C Major.' Please enlighten me!”
As he played, the notes flowed out and turned into an army of knights.
At the moment of danger, Su Meng laughed at the sky and shouted.
"Tchaikov?"
"Even if Kabinski, Tchaikov, the truck driver, the taxi driver, the tractor driver, he is a coward, Rory Rosov, Sharapova, Dapopova, the ginseng baby... all of them, what do I have to fear?”
"You have an army of knights, and I have millions of nether soldiers!”
Immediately, he raised the suona to his mouth, and the melody of "The Great Funeral" slowly sounded.
This melody connected the heavens and earth, instantly causing a huge change.
A cold wind blew and a mist rose. The Gate of Hell opened and millions of ghost soldiers crossed the border.
The two armies instantly became entangled in a battle…
F * ck! Many people couldn't help but shiver.
Wasn't this too terrifying?
"What are you thinking about?" Su Meng glared at Deng Ziqi and said unhappily.
"I just accidentally smashed Teacher Liu Huan's office…"
F * ck! The countless people in the live broadcast room were once again dumbfounded.
Teacher Liu Huan?
He was the top male singer in the country and the head of the vocal music department at the Capital Music Academy!
You destroyed his office, and you're still standing here alive?
Deng Ziqi swallowed her saliva nervously.
"Su Meng, you smashed Teacher Liu Huan's office…Didn't Teacher Liu scold you?”
"Scold? Why does he want it?" Su Meng sighed and said faintly.
"After all, it was because he forced me to drink fake alcohol…"
Numb, completely numbed
…Deng Ziqi subconsciously stopped in front of a large rehearsal hall.
His tone was filled with respect.
"Su Meng, let's not go over, shall we?”
"This is the rehearsal hall. Not everyone can enter.”
"How can that do?" Su Meng pursed his lips and looked indifferent.
"It's precisely because it's the rehearsal hall that I'm here.”
"I can only choose a few good accompaniment if I listen to them personally.”
F * ck, your reason is impeccable. I'm speechless.
The group of people were speechless.
But what could he do now?
He braced himself and followed suit.
In any case, the assistant had already booked a bed in the Orthopedics Department of the hospital. At most, she would just treat it as a work-related injury.
Sigh…Compared to this, I actually want to be an old beggar
…
"Teacher Su is here."
"Teacher Su, do you have time to give me some pointers?”
When they entered the rehearsal Hall, more students greeted Su Meng.
The few of them were already numb. Sigh…whatever.
I'm already tired. I don't want to be shocked anymore.
Su Jin walked into the rehearsal hall as if he had returned to his own home.
The innermost part of the hall was isolated.
Su Meng didn't even knock on the door. He pushed it open and walked in.
There were three groups of people sitting in the hall, and all kinds of musical instruments were placed in front of each of them.
However, at this moment, they were not rehearsing. Instead, they were being evaluated by Hu Zhengyuan.
Seeing Su Meng push the door open and enter, many people stood up and shouted.
"Hello, Teacher Su!"
This shout scared the people behind Su Meng so much that they staggered and almost fell to the ground.
"Isn't…isn't this the leader of the three great folk bands?”
When he saw the people in front of him clearly, he was even more shocked.
Boss Yang pointed at the three people in front of him, his hands trembling.
They had seen the three regiment commanders at the airport and recognized them at a glance.
Su Meng ignored her and walked over.
"How's everyone's training?”
Hu Zheng Yuan nodded, his face full of gratification.
"Don't worry, it's already perfect.”
Su Meng nodded. Suddenly, he had an idea.
"Alright, let's get everyone ready. We'll have a public performance in the next few days to officially release it.”
"Alright! I'll listen to your arrangements!" Hu Zheng Yuan didn't ask him what he was going to do and agreed immediately.
Su Chong and the others laughed and suddenly said loudly.
"I'm going to record a suona album later. It's a song that's specially used for funeral.”
"Artists, is there anyone willing to help?”
F * ck!
Boss Yang and the others 'faces turned green.
Aren't you too direct?
Who would agree if he asked openly in public? Who would be able to keep their face?
Even if you want to pull people, at least pull them to a remote place and increase the price. That way, they might consider it.
But what they didn't expect was that all these elegant artists suddenly stood up.
They shouted in unison.
"I'll go!"
Then, the way he looked at the people around him changed. It was as if his close colleagues had suddenly become competitors.
Everyone in the live broadcast room and venue was almost numb.
Brother, you are artists!
This is a song for you guys to play!
They were going to perform at the grave! He wasn't going to perform at the Golden Hall!
Do all of you have to do this?
Su Meng was not surprised at all. He only shook his head and said indifferently.
"I don't need so many people. I only need suona, sheng, gongs, drums, and cymbals.”
"Who knows how to play these games?"
"Me!" Everyone shouted in unison.
Who among those who studied folk music wasn't versatile? It was just a matter of proficiency.
However, the suona and sheng still required some technical skill. Gongs, drums, cymbals…For these artists, this was nothing.
Most importantly, it was a great honor to be able to cooperate with Teacher Su!
What was that? You said it was unlucky?
So what? We've been so happy every day recently that we almost thought we were the bride and groom.
Doing some free work was just nice to neutralize it.
Su Meng shook his head. He was helpless against these people.
"Alright then. The suona chief, sheng chief, and percussion chief of each regiment will follow me.”
"Sigh..." A huge sigh erupted from the crowd.
None of them were named, and each of them was heartbroken. It was like losing five million.
However, those whose names were called out held their heads high and puffed out their chests. Their faces were filled with pride, as if they had won a great battle.
I finally have the chance to help Teacher Su do something. I'm so happy.
In the
live broadcast room, almost all the netizens could not believe what they were seeing.
"By the way…am I seeing things? Why are they fighting over this kind of work? Were these really the Three Great Folk Ensemble?”
"I just checked their official website. Although I can't believe it, it's true.”
"Pfft…Why do I suddenly feel like I'm choosing a princess in a KTV?”
"Laugh? You can still laugh? My nose was sour and I wanted to cry.”
"55555... The owner of the musical instrument store was right. People who play folk music are too poor. They have to fight for this kind of work...
These artists are so pitiful... If this continues, won't they join Beggar's Sect?”
"Strange, I think it's very strange!”
"Ever since Su Meng joined this show, haven't there been a few strange things?”
In the office of the Imperial Capital National Music Band, the secretary who stayed behind hung up the phone with a dumbfounded expression.
What was going on?
Suddenly, there were more than a dozen phone calls. They wanted to donate to the Capital National Music Band?
"
Little Meng, you're finally here!”
Liu Huan, who had been waiting at the door, rushed over and hugged Su Meng fiercely when he saw Su Meng coming over with a group of people.
"I've already prepared the song and am preparing to record the official version.”
"It just so happens that you're here too. Please help me listen."”
The group of people behind him watched all of this in a daze. Their hearts were already as still as water.
What was that? You said that a stoic CEO was very familiar with a big shot in the music industry. Was this a fantasy?
Haha, you are too young.
What could be more shocking than a group of great artists willing to lower themselves to record a song for nothing?
We've already crossed Mount Jumurama. Is a small mound worth our shock?
What a joke!
"But…"
Liu Huan said casually as he released his hand.
"You don't know, but the production team of 'Water Margins' calls three times a day.”
"The entire production team is going crazy for this theme song.”
"Oh right, has your manager negotiated a price with the production team?”
"Let me tell you, the production team is very satisfied with this song. Tell your manager not to be polite with them.”
"After all, you wrote this song and the copyright is in your hands.”
What was that?
The theme song of Water Margins…was written by Su Meng?
The group of people opened their mouths wide, and their eyeballs were about to pop out.
In the live broadcast room, this shocking gossip shocked all the netizens.
The lively bullet screen suddenly turned deathly silent
…
Liu Huan didn't even realize what kind of big news he had dropped.
Only then did he realize that there was a group of people behind Su Meng. He could not help but be stunned.
"Eh? Ziqi, you're here too?"
"Boss Yang? Celestial Immortal Liu? You're all here…Little Yueyue, why are you holding a bottle in your hand?”
Little Yueyue looked at the bottle he had just taken out from his pocket and said in a daze.，
"Oh…this is the Erguotou I bought from the convenience store at the entrance for 2.5 yuan.”
"I originally planned to apologize to you on behalf of Little Uncle-Master.”
"Although it's not worth much, this wine…is authentic!”
"Teacher Liu, can we stop drinking fake wine?”
？？？？
A few huge question marks suddenly appeared above Liu Huan's head… Recording a Funeral Song, You've Used the Three Major Folk Ensemble?
"Su Meng, your song…is it really that popular among the elderly?”
After a long silence, Deng Ziqi finally couldn't help but ask.
Su Meng nodded and said lightly.
"Yeah, didn't you see it?”
"Actually, it's not just the elderly. Sooner or later, young people will also like it.”
The group of people choked.
Speaking of which, I'm also a young man. Why don't I like these trivial songs that much?
Oh, I understand now. Maybe when we are old and understand the true meaning of life and death, we will like these things?
The group of people felt as if they knew the answer.
However, what they did not know was that the song they were talking about was completely different from the song Su Meng was talking about!
One was a sad and sad song, while the other was a lively and festive song.
How could this be the same?
"Hello, Teacher Su!" A young girl carrying an erhu bag walked briskly past them.
When she saw Su Meng, her big eyes turned into crescents.
"Yes, Xiao Ying." Su Meng nodded and asked casually.
"How's the song going?”
"I've already mastered it. Even Teacher Qin Qianyan praised me for my talent!”
Xiao Ying also had a proud look on her face.
The group of people behind him were on the verge of tears.
Such a cute girl, you actually let him learn those trivial songs? Are you still human?
Seeing that Xiao Ying still wanted to come over, Su Meng quickly waved his hand.
"Alright, hurry up and go to class.”
"Oh, right. If you see Bebe and Tata, tell them to practice their songs.”
"I'll take you to a few performances in a while.”
"Alright, alright! Thank you, Teacher Su!" Xiao Ying became excited all of a sudden. Her big eyes were filled with excitement.
The few people behind him looked at each other, suddenly filled with deep doubts about this world.
From the meaning of his words, you, the Smiths 'class, have actually pulled in several ignorant girls?
And he even wanted to take them to a performance? What performance? Wasn't he going to the grave to play the suona?
Aren't you just spouting nonsense?
How do you know when someone will die? This thing…even had reservations?
No, I will never allow you to extend your evil claws to these ignorant girls!
In an instant, their sense of mission exploded, as if they had suddenly become heroes who saved the world.
Xiao
Ying greeted him and was about to leave in satisfaction when she was suddenly pulled back by Boss Yang.
Boss Yang protected her behind him like an old hen protecting her chick.
He stared at Su Meng's eyes with an unafraid expression.
"Su Meng! Let go of this girl. If you have anything to say, come at me!”
"You?" Su Meng looked at her inexplicably and shook his head.
"You can't. You're a little too old.”
He was a little old…A little old…Big…Big…
Boss Yang suddenly felt a sweet taste in his mouth, as if a mouthful of blood was about to spurt out. The pain in his heart was like ten thousand Rong Nanny's needles.
Seeing that Boss Yang was defeated in one move, Liu Tianxian thought for a moment and silently took a step back.
Only Deng Ziqi rushed forward wave after wave.
"What about me? I'm much younger than Boss Yang!"
Puff ~~~ Boss Yang finally couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
Can you aim properly when you throw a grenade? You accidentally injured your teammate!
Su Meng glanced at her and shook his head.""You can't either. You're too mature.”
What? Too mature?
For a moment, Deng Ziqi didn't know whether she should be happy or sad.
Wait, Deng Ziqi suddenly realized something.
Wasn't it just a few performances?
What kind of performance depended on one's figure?
Could it be that kind of performance?
Deng Ziqi's gaze at Su Meng gradually became strange…
I'm the only one left!
Little Yueyue encouraged himself and spoke weakly.
"Little Uncle-Master, since they can't do it, then what about the Wang Family Class and the Li Family Class?”
"They are even worse.”Su Meng looked at them strangely.
"They're old and men. How can they do it?”
"Besides, they don't know how to play the erhu, pipa, or Chinese ruan.”
What? The four of them were stunned.
Erhu…Pipa…Zhongruan…Were all the free jobs now so high-end?
Or is it only your Smiths 'class that is so high-end?
...
"Teacher Su, good!"
"Hello, Teacher Su!"
"Teacher Su is so awesome!"
Along the way, students ran over from time to time and greeted Su Meng respectfully.
Su Meng was also amiable, and he would ask about their learning progress from time to time.
However, this scene made them more and more confused.
It's fine if one or two of them know you.
But looking at this posture, why did it feel like you were at home?
Little Yueyue could not help but ask.
"Little Uncle-Master, I feel like you're very familiar with this place.”
Su Meng nodded, his eyes revealing a trace of nostalgia.
"Yes, this is the place where I once fought.”
A place where a battle had taken place?
This statement made the group of people instantly dumbfounded.
Aren't you just a popular young hunk? Since when did it have anything to do with this art palace?
And it was a battle?
Deng Ziqi's expression changed drastically as she blurted out.
"Su Meng, did you come here with a suona?”
What was that? Everyone couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air, and a scene appeared in their minds.
The cold wind blew, carrying with it a boundless murderous intent.
Su Meng held the suona and stood with his hands behind his back, looking like a peerless expert who dominated the world.
Opposite him was a group of well-dressed artists. Each of them had a solemn expression and held eighteen kinds of weapons…musical instruments.
An artist jumped out first.
"I have a song called 'Tchaikov in C Major.' Please enlighten me!”
As he played, the notes flowed out and turned into an army of knights.
At the moment of danger, Su Meng laughed at the sky and shouted.
"Tchaikov?"
"Even if Kabinski, Tchaikov, the truck driver, the taxi driver, the tractor driver, he is a coward, Rory Rosov, Sharapova, Dapopova, the ginseng baby... all of them, what do I have to fear?”
"You have an army of knights, and I have millions of nether soldiers!”
Immediately, he raised the suona to his mouth, and the melody of "The Great Funeral" slowly sounded.
This melody connected the heavens and earth, instantly causing a huge change.
A cold wind blew and a mist rose. The Gate of Hell opened and millions of ghost soldiers crossed the border.
The two armies instantly became entangled in a battle…
F * ck! Many people couldn't help but shiver.
Wasn't this too terrifying?
"What are you thinking about?" Su Meng glared at Deng Ziqi and said unhappily.
"I just accidentally smashed Teacher Liu Huan's office…"
F * ck! The countless people in the live broadcast room were once again dumbfounded.
Teacher Liu Huan?
He was the top male singer in the country and the head of the vocal music department at the Capital Music Academy!
You destroyed his office, and you're still standing here alive?
Deng Ziqi swallowed her saliva nervously.
"Su Meng, you smashed Teacher Liu Huan's office…Didn't Teacher Liu scold you?”
"Scold? Why does he want it?" Su Meng sighed and said faintly.
"After all, it was because he forced me to drink fake alcohol…"
Numb, completely numbed
…Deng Ziqi subconsciously stopped in front of a large rehearsal hall.
His tone was filled with respect.
"Su Meng, let's not go over, shall we?”
"This is the rehearsal hall. Not everyone can enter.”
"How can that do?" Su Meng pursed his lips and looked indifferent.
"It's precisely because it's the rehearsal hall that I'm here.”
"I can only choose a few good accompaniment if I listen to them personally.”
F * ck, your reason is impeccable. I'm speechless.
The group of people were speechless.
But what could he do now?
He braced himself and followed suit.
In any case, the assistant had already booked a bed in the Orthopedics Department of the hospital. At most, she would just treat it as a work-related injury.
Sigh…Compared to this, I actually want to be an old beggar
…
"Teacher Su is here."
"Teacher Su, do you have time to give me some pointers?”
When they entered the rehearsal Hall, more students greeted Su Meng.
The few of them were already numb. Sigh…whatever.
I'm already tired. I don't want to be shocked anymore.
Su Jin walked into the rehearsal hall as if he had returned to his own home.
The innermost part of the hall was isolated.
Su Meng didn't even knock on the door. He pushed it open and walked in.
There were three groups of people sitting in the hall, and all kinds of musical instruments were placed in front of each of them.
However, at this moment, they were not rehearsing. Instead, they were being evaluated by Hu Zhengyuan.
Seeing Su Meng push the door open and enter, many people stood up and shouted.
"Hello, Teacher Su!"
This shout scared the people behind Su Meng so much that they staggered and almost fell to the ground.
"Isn't…isn't this the leader of the three great folk bands?”
When he saw the people in front of him clearly, he was even more shocked.
Boss Yang pointed at the three people in front of him, his hands trembling.
They had seen the three regiment commanders at the airport and recognized them at a glance.
Su Meng ignored her and walked over.
"How's everyone's training?”
Hu Zheng Yuan nodded, his face full of gratification.
"Don't worry, it's already perfect.”
Su Meng nodded. Suddenly, he had an idea.
"Alright, let's get everyone ready. We'll have a public performance in the next few days to officially release it.”
"Alright! I'll listen to your arrangements!" Hu Zheng Yuan didn't ask him what he was going to do and agreed immediately.
Su Chong and the others laughed and suddenly said loudly.
"I'm going to record a suona album later. It's a song that's specially used for funeral.”
"Artists, is there anyone willing to help?”
F * ck!
Boss Yang and the others 'faces turned green.
Aren't you too direct?
Who would agree if he asked openly in public? Who would be able to keep their face?
Even if you want to pull people, at least pull them to a remote place and increase the price. That way, they might consider it.
But what they didn't expect was that all these elegant artists suddenly stood up.
They shouted in unison.
"I'll go!"
Then, the way he looked at the people around him changed. It was as if his close colleagues had suddenly become competitors.
Everyone in the live broadcast room and venue was almost numb.
Brother, you are artists!
This is a song for you guys to play!
They were going to perform at the grave! He wasn't going to perform at the Golden Hall!
Do all of you have to do this?
Su Meng was not surprised at all. He only shook his head and said indifferently.
"I don't need so many people. I only need suona, sheng, gongs, drums, and cymbals.”
"Who knows how to play these games?"
"Me!" Everyone shouted in unison.
Who among those who studied folk music wasn't versatile? It was just a matter of proficiency.
However, the suona and sheng still required some technical skill. Gongs, drums, cymbals…For these artists, this was nothing.
Most importantly, it was a great honor to be able to cooperate with Teacher Su!
What was that? You said it was unlucky?
So what? We've been so happy every day recently that we almost thought we were the bride and groom.
Doing some free work was just nice to neutralize it.
Su Meng shook his head. He was helpless against these people.
"Alright then. The suona chief, sheng chief, and percussion chief of each regiment will follow me.”
"Sigh..." A huge sigh erupted from the crowd.
None of them were named, and each of them was heartbroken. It was like losing five million.
However, those whose names were called out held their heads high and puffed out their chests. Their faces were filled with pride, as if they had won a great battle.
I finally have the chance to help Teacher Su do something. I'm so happy.
In the
live broadcast room, almost all the netizens could not believe what they were seeing.
"By the way…am I seeing things? Why are they fighting over this kind of work? Were these really the Three Great Folk Ensemble?”
"I just checked their official website. Although I can't believe it, it's true.”
"Pfft…Why do I suddenly feel like I'm choosing a princess in a KTV?”
"Laugh? You can still laugh? My nose was sour and I wanted to cry.”
"55555... The owner of the musical instrument store was right. People who play folk music are too poor. They have to fight for this kind of work...
These artists are so pitiful... If this continues, won't they join Beggar's Sect?”
"Strange, I think it's very strange!”
"Ever since Su Meng joined this show, haven't there been a few strange things?”
In the office of the Imperial Capital National Music Band, the secretary who stayed behind hung up the phone with a dumbfounded expression.
What was going on?
Suddenly, there were more than a dozen phone calls. They wanted to donate to the Capital National Music Band?
"
Little Meng, you're finally here!”
Liu Huan, who had been waiting at the door, rushed over and hugged Su Meng fiercely when he saw Su Meng coming over with a group of people.
"I've already prepared the song and am preparing to record the official version.”
"It just so happens that you're here too. Please help me listen."”
The group of people behind him watched all of this in a daze. Their hearts were already as still as water.
What was that? You said that a stoic CEO was very familiar with a big shot in the music industry. Was this a fantasy?
Haha, you are too young.
What could be more shocking than a group of great artists willing to lower themselves to record a song for nothing?
We've already crossed Mount Jumurama. Is a small mound worth our shock?
What a joke!
"But…"
Liu Huan said casually as he released his hand.
"You don't know, but the production team of 'Water Margins' calls three times a day.”
"The entire production team is going crazy for this theme song.”
"Oh right, has your manager negotiated a price with the production team?”
"Let me tell you, the production team is very satisfied with this song. Tell your manager not to be polite with them.”
"After all, you wrote this song and the copyright is in your hands.”
What was that?
The theme song of Water Margins…was written by Su Meng?
The group of people opened their mouths wide, and their eyeballs were about to pop out.
In the live broadcast room, this shocking gossip shocked all the netizens.
The lively bullet screen suddenly turned deathly silent
…
Liu Huan didn't even realize what kind of big news he had dropped.
Only then did he realize that there was a group of people behind Su Meng. He could not help but be stunned.
"Eh? Ziqi, you're here too?"
"Boss Yang? Celestial Immortal Liu? You're all here…Little Yueyue, why are you holding a bottle in your hand?”
Little Yueyue looked at the bottle he had just taken out from his pocket and said in a daze.，
"Oh…this is the Erguotou I bought from the convenience store at the entrance for 2.5 yuan.”
"I originally planned to apologize to you on behalf of Little Uncle-Master.”
"Although it's not worth much, this wine…is authentic!”
"Teacher Liu, can we stop drinking fake wine?”
？？？？
A few huge question marks suddenly appeared above Liu Huan's head… Recording a Funeral Song, You've Used the Three Major Folk Ensemble?
"Su Meng, your song…is it really that popular among the elderly?”
After a long silence, Deng Ziqi finally couldn't help but ask.
Su Meng nodded and said lightly.
"Yeah, didn't you see it?”
"Actually, it's not just the elderly. Sooner or later, young people will also like it.”
The group of people choked.
Speaking of which, I'm also a young man. Why don't I like these trivial songs that much?
Oh, I understand now. Maybe when we are old and understand the true meaning of life and death, we will like these things?
The group of people felt as if they knew the answer.
However, what they did not know was that the song they were talking about was completely different from the song Su Meng was talking about!
One was a sad and sad song, while the other was a lively and festive song.
How could this be the same?
"Hello, Teacher Su!" A young girl carrying an erhu bag walked briskly past them.
When she saw Su Meng, her big eyes turned into crescents.
"Yes, Xiao Ying." Su Meng nodded and asked casually.
"How's the song going?”
"I've already mastered it. Even Teacher Qin Qianyan praised me for my talent!”
Xiao Ying also had a proud look on her face.
The group of people behind him were on the verge of tears.
Such a cute girl, you actually let him learn those trivial songs? Are you still human?
Seeing that Xiao Ying still wanted to come over, Su Meng quickly waved his hand.
"Alright, hurry up and go to class.”
"Oh, right. If you see Bebe and Tata, tell them to practice their songs.”
"I'll take you to a few performances in a while.”
"Alright, alright! Thank you, Teacher Su!" Xiao Ying became excited all of a sudden. Her big eyes were filled with excitement.
The few people behind him looked at each other, suddenly filled with deep doubts about this world.
From the meaning of his words, you, the Smiths 'class, have actually pulled in several ignorant girls?
And he even wanted to take them to a performance? What performance? Wasn't he going to the grave to play the suona?
Aren't you just spouting nonsense?
How do you know when someone will die? This thing…even had reservations?
No, I will never allow you to extend your evil claws to these ignorant girls!
In an instant, their sense of mission exploded, as if they had suddenly become heroes who saved the world.
Xiao
Ying greeted him and was about to leave in satisfaction when she was suddenly pulled back by Boss Yang.
Boss Yang protected her behind him like an old hen protecting her chick.
He stared at Su Meng's eyes with an unafraid expression.
"Su Meng! Let go of this girl. If you have anything to say, come at me!”
"You?" Su Meng looked at her inexplicably and shook his head.
"You can't. You're a little too old.”
He was a little old…A little old…Big…Big…
Boss Yang suddenly felt a sweet taste in his mouth, as if a mouthful of blood was about to spurt out. The pain in his heart was like ten thousand Rong Nanny's needles.
Seeing that Boss Yang was defeated in one move, Liu Tianxian thought for a moment and silently took a step back.
Only Deng Ziqi rushed forward wave after wave.
"What about me? I'm much younger than Boss Yang!"
Puff ~~~ Boss Yang finally couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
Can you aim properly when you throw a grenade? You accidentally injured your teammate!
Su Meng glanced at her and shook his head.""You can't either. You're too mature.”
What? Too mature?
For a moment, Deng Ziqi didn't know whether she should be happy or sad.
Wait, Deng Ziqi suddenly realized something.
Wasn't it just a few performances?
What kind of performance depended on one's figure?
Could it be that kind of performance?
Deng Ziqi's gaze at Su Meng gradually became strange…
I'm the only one left!
Little Yueyue encouraged himself and spoke weakly.
"Little Uncle-Master, since they can't do it, then what about the Wang Family Class and the Li Family Class?”
"They are even worse.”Su Meng looked at them strangely.
"They're old and men. How can they do it?”
"Besides, they don't know how to play the erhu, pipa, or Chinese ruan.”
What? The four of them were stunned.
Erhu…Pipa…Zhongruan…Were all the free jobs now so high-end?
Or is it only your Smiths 'class that is so high-end?
...
"Teacher Su, good!"
"Hello, Teacher Su!"
"Teacher Su is so awesome!"
Along the way, students ran over from time to time and greeted Su Meng respectfully.
Su Meng was also amiable, and he would ask about their learning progress from time to time.
However, this scene made them more and more confused.
It's fine if one or two of them know you.
But looking at this posture, why did it feel like you were at home?
Little Yueyue could not help but ask.
"Little Uncle-Master, I feel like you're very familiar with this place.”
Su Meng nodded, his eyes revealing a trace of nostalgia.
"Yes, this is the place where I once fought.”
A place where a battle had taken place?
This statement made the group of people instantly dumbfounded.
Aren't you just a popular young hunk? Since when did it have anything to do with this art palace?
And it was a battle?
Deng Ziqi's expression changed drastically as she blurted out.
"Su Meng, did you come here with a suona?”
What was that? Everyone couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air, and a scene appeared in their minds.
The cold wind blew, carrying with it a boundless murderous intent.
Su Meng held the suona and stood with his hands behind his back, looking like a peerless expert who dominated the world.
Opposite him was a group of well-dressed artists. Each of them had a solemn expression and held eighteen kinds of weapons…musical instruments.
An artist jumped out first.
"I have a song called 'Tchaikov in C Major.' Please enlighten me!”
As he played, the notes flowed out and turned into an army of knights.
At the moment of danger, Su Meng laughed at the sky and shouted.
"Tchaikov?"
"Even if Kabinski, Tchaikov, the truck driver, the taxi driver, the tractor driver, he is a coward, Rory Rosov, Sharapova, Dapopova, the ginseng baby... all of them, what do I have to fear?”
"You have an army of knights, and I have millions of nether soldiers!”
Immediately, he raised the suona to his mouth, and the melody of "The Great Funeral" slowly sounded.
This melody connected the heavens and earth, instantly causing a huge change.
A cold wind blew and a mist rose. The Gate of Hell opened and millions of ghost soldiers crossed the border.
The two armies instantly became entangled in a battle…
F * ck! Many people couldn't help but shiver.
Wasn't this too terrifying?
"What are you thinking about?" Su Meng glared at Deng Ziqi and said unhappily.
"I just accidentally smashed Teacher Liu Huan's office…"
F * ck! The countless people in the live broadcast room were once again dumbfounded.
Teacher Liu Huan?
He was the top male singer in the country and the head of the vocal music department at the Capital Music Academy!
You destroyed his office, and you're still standing here alive?
Deng Ziqi swallowed her saliva nervously.
"Su Meng, you smashed Teacher Liu Huan's office…Didn't Teacher Liu scold you?”
"Scold? Why does he want it?" Su Meng sighed and said faintly.
"After all, it was because he forced me to drink fake alcohol…"
Numb, completely numbed
…Deng Ziqi subconsciously stopped in front of a large rehearsal hall.
His tone was filled with respect.
"Su Meng, let's not go over, shall we?”
"This is the rehearsal hall. Not everyone can enter.”
"How can that do?" Su Meng pursed his lips and looked indifferent.
"It's precisely because it's the rehearsal hall that I'm here.”
"I can only choose a few good accompaniment if I listen to them personally.”
F * ck, your reason is impeccable. I'm speechless.
The group of people were speechless.
But what could he do now?
He braced himself and followed suit.
In any case, the assistant had already booked a bed in the Orthopedics Department of the hospital. At most, she would just treat it as a work-related injury.
Sigh…Compared to this, I actually want to be an old beggar
…
"Teacher Su is here."
"Teacher Su, do you have time to give me some pointers?”
When they entered the rehearsal Hall, more students greeted Su Meng.
The few of them were already numb. Sigh…whatever.
I'm already tired. I don't want to be shocked anymore.
Su Jin walked into the rehearsal hall as if he had returned to his own home.
The innermost part of the hall was isolated.
Su Meng didn't even knock on the door. He pushed it open and walked in.
There were three groups of people sitting in the hall, and all kinds of musical instruments were placed in front of each of them.
However, at this moment, they were not rehearsing. Instead, they were being evaluated by Hu Zhengyuan.
Seeing Su Meng push the door open and enter, many people stood up and shouted.
"Hello, Teacher Su!"
This shout scared the people behind Su Meng so much that they staggered and almost fell to the ground.
"Isn't…isn't this the leader of the three great folk bands?”
When he saw the people in front of him clearly, he was even more shocked.
Boss Yang pointed at the three people in front of him, his hands trembling.
They had seen the three regiment commanders at the airport and recognized them at a glance.
Su Meng ignored her and walked over.
"How's everyone's training?”
Hu Zheng Yuan nodded, his face full of gratification.
"Don't worry, it's already perfect.”
Su Meng nodded. Suddenly, he had an idea.
"Alright, let's get everyone ready. We'll have a public performance in the next few days to officially release it.”
"Alright! I'll listen to your arrangements!" Hu Zheng Yuan didn't ask him what he was going to do and agreed immediately.
Su Chong and the others laughed and suddenly said loudly.
"I'm going to record a suona album later. It's a song that's specially used for funeral.”
"Artists, is there anyone willing to help?”
F * ck!
Boss Yang and the others 'faces turned green.
Aren't you too direct?
Who would agree if he asked openly in public? Who would be able to keep their face?
Even if you want to pull people, at least pull them to a remote place and increase the price. That way, they might consider it.
But what they didn't expect was that all these elegant artists suddenly stood up.
They shouted in unison.
"I'll go!"
Then, the way he looked at the people around him changed. It was as if his close colleagues had suddenly become competitors.
Everyone in the live broadcast room and venue was almost numb.
Brother, you are artists!
This is a song for you guys to play!
They were going to perform at the grave! He wasn't going to perform at the Golden Hall!
Do all of you have to do this?
Su Meng was not surprised at all. He only shook his head and said indifferently.
"I don't need so many people. I only need suona, sheng, gongs, drums, and cymbals.”
"Who knows how to play these games?"
"Me!" Everyone shouted in unison.
Who among those who studied folk music wasn't versatile? It was just a matter of proficiency.
However, the suona and sheng still required some technical skill. Gongs, drums, cymbals…For these artists, this was nothing.
Most importantly, it was a great honor to be able to cooperate with Teacher Su!
What was that? You said it was unlucky?
So what? We've been so happy every day recently that we almost thought we were the bride and groom.
Doing some free work was just nice to neutralize it.
Su Meng shook his head. He was helpless against these people.
"Alright then. The suona chief, sheng chief, and percussion chief of each regiment will follow me.”
"Sigh..." A huge sigh erupted from the crowd.
None of them were named, and each of them was heartbroken. It was like losing five million.
However, those whose names were called out held their heads high and puffed out their chests. Their faces were filled with pride, as if they had won a great battle.
I finally have the chance to help Teacher Su do something. I'm so happy.
In the
live broadcast room, almost all the netizens could not believe what they were seeing.
"By the way…am I seeing things? Why are they fighting over this kind of work? Were these really the Three Great Folk Ensemble?”
"I just checked their official website. Although I can't believe it, it's true.”
"Pfft…Why do I suddenly feel like I'm choosing a princess in a KTV?”
"Laugh? You can still laugh? My nose was sour and I wanted to cry.”
"55555... The owner of the musical instrument store was right. People who play folk music are too poor. They have to fight for this kind of work...
These artists are so pitiful... If this continues, won't they join Beggar's Sect?”
"Strange, I think it's very strange!”
"Ever since Su Meng joined this show, haven't there been a few strange things?”
In the office of the Imperial Capital National Music Band, the secretary who stayed behind hung up the phone with a dumbfounded expression.
What was going on?
Suddenly, there were more than a dozen phone calls. They wanted to donate to the Capital National Music Band?
"
Little Meng, you're finally here!”
Liu Huan, who had been waiting at the door, rushed over and hugged Su Meng fiercely when he saw Su Meng coming over with a group of people.
"I've already prepared the song and am preparing to record the official version.”
"It just so happens that you're here too. Please help me listen."”
The group of people behind him watched all of this in a daze. Their hearts were already as still as water.
What was that? You said that a stoic CEO was very familiar with a big shot in the music industry. Was this a fantasy?
Haha, you are too young.
What could be more shocking than a group of great artists willing to lower themselves to record a song for nothing?
We've already crossed Mount Jumurama. Is a small mound worth our shock?
What a joke!
"But…"
Liu Huan said casu
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