Entertainment Dad: A father sings the whole school!

Chapter 11 The person who plays the piano
The three of Qin Xiuhuai, who were in a state of desperation, walked to the backstage in a slump.

Old Master Qin's face was pale, as if he had lost his last bit of energy.

Ready for the next scene, immediately join the stage.

But when they finished their performance, there was still a lot of scolding...

As the time goes.

Many audiences in the hall have completely lost patience with opera.

Start dangling in the art hall, or make a lot of noise, and the scene is a mess.

And the number of people online in the major live broadcast rooms has also plummeted.

The distance from the first million peak.

At present, there are only a few hundred thousand left in the live broadcast room...

Chaoyang Art Hall, backstage.

A group of famous artists from the Opera Association are like frost-beaten eggplants, and they don't talk about it.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and the silence was abnormal, as if thousands of words were blocked in their throats.

Who would have thought that this high-profile exhibition would have such a result? !

Hope followed by disappointment often leads to despair.

At this moment, listening to the noise coming from outside.

The enthusiasm of Qin Xiuhuai and the others was completely chilled.

"Old Qin, if things go on like this, it will be a question of whether Da Zhan can perform the whole show..."

"Let's cut two scenes and forget it, so as not to cause a big joke in the whole country."

Someone whispered.

Indeed, what he said made sense.

This exhibition was broadcast live simultaneously on all major platforms.

If there is really no one left in the audience...

The face of Liyuan is really gone!
None of these famous artists would have the face to mention the matter of performing on stage in the future.

Everyone sighed, thinking about his proposal, many nodded secretly, thinking it was an idea.

"absurd!"

Suddenly, Qin Xiuhuai stopped drinking, waking everyone up.

I saw Qin Xiuhuai's face sinking like water, staring at the person who proposed earlier, and said angrily:

"Whether there are people in the audience or not, you must finish singing on stage... This is the rule passed down by the ancestors of Liyuan for thousands of years!"

"Old Lin, the audience outside don't know how to do it, what about you? Don't you know too?"

"I……"

Lin Shengnan, a famous Yue opera artist, was speechless and choked by Mr. Qin.

"My comrades..."

Qin Xiuhuai looked around at the people around him, and gritted his teeth: "We are all people who have sung for a lifetime, how can we forget our roots?"

"If even we forget about our ancestors, and completely throw away the ethics passed down by our ancestors in Liyuan for thousands of years, then the drama of the Dragon Kingdom will really be over!"

"Rules are rules!"

"Even if there is no one there, we have to finish the show!"

Qin Xiuhuai's eyes were red, his voice was hoarse, every word was like weeping blood.

A tragic atmosphere filled the field.

Affected by him, everyone finally woke up, and their eyes changed from confusion, disappointment, and bewilderment to firmness again.

"Yes! We must finish the scene!"

"The rules of the ancestors must not be forgotten!"

"They're all half-buried, with an old face, what face do you care about?"

All the famous masters were passionate and renewed their fighting spirit!

Tang Yu took a deep breath, looking at this group of gray-haired old people, he was filled with emotion
Thousands of years ago, in that era when opera art was in full swing.

Numerous famous opera masters came into being, carried forward this art, and passed it down to this day.

Thousands of years later, time has passed and circumstances have changed, and the sea has changed.

Citizens of small countries such as Kimchi and Xiaori still know to respect and support the traditional arts of their own country.

But such a great country as the Dragon Kingdom has left behind all the painstaking efforts and culture of the ancestors...

It has to be said that this is the tragedy of the entire Dragon Kingdom!

Famous artists such as Qin Xiuhuai are willing to devote their lives to the inheritance of opera without regret.

When he was old, he fell into such a miserable situation.

It is really sad.

Tang Yu suddenly took a step forward, and solemnly cupped his hands: "Everyone, your spirit and perseverance, my boy Tang Yu will never forget it, please accept my worship."

After finishing speaking, Tang Yu bowed slowly and sincerely bowed down to the famous masters.

Seeing this scene, Qin Xiuhuai's old body trembled, and two lines of tears poured out.

"Tang Yu, what are you doing? Get up!"

Lin Shengnan's eyes were red, and he was very moved. He quickly helped Tang Yu up:
"We are getting old, and Longguo Opera will have to rely on you young people in the future!"

Hearing this, Tang Yu nodded, and said loudly: "Everyone, don't worry, I, Tang Yu, swear that as long as I am alive, I will never let Longguo opera disappear. I will do my best for the rest of my life to make Longguo opera be eliminated More people pay attention!"

"Okay, with your words, the old man will die in peace."

Qin Xiuhuai laughed and slapped Tang Yu on the shoulder hard.

It was as if he had passed on the burden on his shoulders to his most promising junior.

When the salary is exhausted, the fire spreads, nothing more than this.

……

Ten past ten at night.

The drama exhibition is coming to an end.

When the last opera performance is over.

The opera lovers who were still sticking to the stage applauded thunderously and were intoxicated.

And those who stayed to watch the excitement finally showed some anticipation.

Everyone knows that the next finale will be Tang Yu!
Those who were not optimistic about Tang Yu at all, all held their strength, ready to see Tang Yu make a fool of himself.

The scene fell into a rare silence, and there was no sound.

Even the barrage in the live broadcast room stopped at the same time as if by coincidence.

The moment the curtain slowly opened.

A clear stringed sound bloomed from it, clanging!
In the eyes of the audience, the look of anticipation is even greater.

If you haven't heard of him, hear his voice first?
interesting!
Immediately, Tang Yu's tall and straight figure appeared in the center of the stage.

A guqin was placed horizontally in front of Tang Yu's knees, and his long and slender fingers plucked it lightly.

The crisp sound of the piano, like the ding-dong of spring water, flows out endlessly.

The people in the audience looked at each other coldly, disapproving:

"Cut, what kind of garlic are you pretending to be? Use a guqin to pretend? Can you play it!"

"Tang Yu knows how to play the guqin, it's amazing!"

"Heh, don't be so happy for him so early, there are very few people who can play Guqin now, and the difficulty is not comparable to that of ordinary musical instruments!"

"Wait for Tang Yu to be slapped in the face on the spot!"

Most of those who stayed were those who harbored evil intentions.

They came here today just to watch Tang Yu make jokes, so of course they wouldn't have a good face.

It seemed that in their eyes, Tang Yu on the stage was like a monkey in a circus, just for their entertainment.

Suddenly, Tang Yu, who was stroking the strings, raised his head, his eyes as deep as water, slowly swept across the audience.

At this time, the curtain behind him was finally lifted!

When everyone in the audience looked at it, their mouths grew wide and they froze suddenly!
Behind Tang Yu, there was a row of musical instrument racks.

There are erhu, dongxiao, pipa, flute neatly placed on it...

In addition to the guqin in front of him, more than ten kinds of musical instruments appeared on the stage at the same time!
At this moment, not only the audience in the audience, but even the people in the live broadcast room were stunned.

What is Tang Yu going to do with so many instruments?
Moreover, he was the only one on stage!
Is it...

(End of this chapter)