Siheyuan: Xu Damao, I want to go to the moon

Ling Feng racked his brains to think of a solution. How come Xu Damao suddenly started talking about folk songs?

But he finally found this small problem.

But are these useful to Xu Damao?

"What? You still won't let the people sing? Ling Feng, you are so capable. If you have the guts, make them all sing the song you choose!"

"But first you have to popularize Mandarin, and then you have to make sure they have enough food and clothing. They can't even afford to eat and still sing with you, and they can't even sing folk songs."

"Why don't you go to heaven?"

"Great men have said that our literature and art are for the masses of the people."

“It can be seen that whether an expert is an expert or not still depends on whether he is integrated with the masses; this title still needs to be conferred by the masses.”

"Promising writers and artists must go among the masses, must go among the masses of workers, peasants and soldiers unconditionally and wholeheartedly for a long time, and go into the hot struggle."

“Socialist literature and art, in essence, is the people’s literature and art.”

"These are his speeches at the Yan'an Forum on Literature and Art in May 42."

"What's the matter? Tell me again, is it okay for the peasants to sing folk songs? Is it the Four Olds? Can he compose a song if he doesn't know how to read music? Does he need your approval, Ling Feng?"

Ling Feng's face turned pale, and he sat down on the ground, sweating profusely.

Suddenly, deafening applause came from all around!

Everyone knows that Ling Feng is finished.

Even the big boss was scared out of his wits. He thought Xu Damao had only quoted a great man, and that was the limit. But he didn't expect him to say so much, and even marked the specific time.

They all work in the steel industry, who can remember the content of the literary and artistic symposium?

But Xu Damao knew that he had occasionally quoted it in his university courses such as "Introduction to Art", "History of Chinese and Foreign Art", and "History of Chinese Arts and Crafts", and when writing papers on folk literature and art.

Secondly, he works in the Publicity Department and likes to visit the library recently. The 4K image storage capability is no joke. If he wasn't afraid of scaring these people, he could even tell which page it was! It's no different from having a photographic memory!

If you, Ling Feng, want to put a accusation on me, I will put it back on you. It depends on whether you can bear it or not!

The workers below were silent, especially Sha Zhu and Yi Zhonghai. They were no better than Ling Feng now. If Xu Damao had played the same trick on them, they would have shuddered...

Ling Feng said tremblingly: "Then, I made a mistake about Li Huaide's program. There is nothing wrong with him... I didn't think it through."

Xu Damao looked at him coldly. It was too late to admit it now. Someone would definitely spread what happened today. This man’s career would be over.

"But your show is number one, I don't accept that!"

Ling Feng was still resisting there, and now he just wanted to drag Xu Damao into the water with him and die together.

Xu Damao said indifferently: "Please continue."

"Your folk song calls itself an Oriental serenade, but it's an exaggeration!"

Before Xu Damao could say anything, Maxim suddenly gave him an assist: "I think it sounds pretty good, worthy of the title."

Ling Feng——[……]

"The prototype of The Red Detachment of Women is the first women's revolutionary armed force in China! It has extremely important representative significance! And your folk songs are just folk songs! Too vulgar, so you are number one, I don't accept it!"

Ling Feng calls himself a professional musician and is also the director of the Art Troupe of the Ministry of Metallurgy. How can he be said to have some authority in judging music?

Xu Damao sneered and replied: "What is vulgar and what is elegant?"

"Ya Jia is elegant, Ren Gu is vulgar. One Ya and one Jia, this word is pronounced as Ya, it comes out of your mouth, when you are full and have nothing to do, you sit there and talk, this is elegant; a single Ren is Gu, the Gu in the five grains, this word is pronounced as vulgar, eating, drinking, defecating and urinating is vulgar."

"It's only been a few years since the liberation of New China, and hundreds of millions of peasants don't even have enough to eat, and you're here telling me that vulgarity is inferior to elegance?"

"Drinking coffee and eating garlic, the autumn water and the sky are the same color!"

"I am just vulgar! I just like folk songs! I just like singing folk songs for the workers, peasants and soldiers!"

"What happened?!"

Xu Damao almost roared out the last few words. At this moment, he was not fighting alone! He was not alone!

Then all the worker comrades stood up and applauded loudly!

"it is good!"

"Xu Damao, well done!"

Ling Feng has become completely furious. If Xu Damao doesn't die, he must die.

"There's something wrong with the content of your rap! There's something wrong! You're studying fine arts, and you're talking about being a young man or a young woman. You have a petty bourgeois tendency!"

"I created this based on the letters from the martyrs' families in the neighboring courtyard. What's the matter? Can't those who study painting join the army? Can't those who join the army fall in love? How can I, a projectionist, make music?"

"Don't you want me to ask the martyrs' relatives to confront you with their family letters? You come and explain to them why you have petty bourgeois tendencies!"

"Ling Feng, Captain Ling, you have been away from the people for too long--" Xu Damao sighed and shook his head.

These words were like a knife, stabbing directly into Ling Feng, the white knife went in and the red knife came out, stabbing him to the core.

Ling Feng originally had a slicked-back hairstyle, but now his hair was all loose and he was shaking all the time. However, he did not give up. It could be said that he had no way to retreat.

"The rhythm of your music is from a drum set! There are no drum sets in China! Only those capitalist countries have them! You couldn't have made this, could you? No matter how talented you are, you don't have the time!"

"And it's impossible to learn to play the drums quickly! Absolutely impossible! Who is playing the drums? You must be colluding with capitalist countries!"

Ling Feng pointed at Xu Damao and howled!

Xu Damao raised his eyebrows. This guy knows a lot?

"You're right. It's impossible to learn to play the drums quickly. I don't have time to play the drums any more..."

When Ling Feng heard what Xu Damao said, a glimmer of hope appeared in his eyes.

But everyone was puzzled. Did Xu Damao really have connections with foreign forces? Did he admit it himself?

Xu Damao turned around and said, "Please welcome our team's drum rhythm teacher, Section Chief Huang!"

Even his accomplices were directly confessed?! What is Xu Damao trying to do?

Then, Section Chief Huang walked to the front of the stage with a dark face.

"That bastard said I was colluding with capitalist countries. I can't kill him!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he started scolding Ling Feng.

"This is called the human speaker! It's an evolution of traditional ventriloquism! Watch out, you bastard!"

Then, in front of everyone, Section Chief Huang directly connected the microphone to the subwoofer, and three completely different rhythms came out of his mouth, which made everyone stunned.

When did Chief Huang of the Propaganda Department, a marginal and invisible leader, become so powerful?

Ling Feng was already desperate. He looked at Xu Damao silently: "Did you teach this?"

Xu Damao nodded proudly: "Human speaker, rap, serenade, background harmony, stage lighting, speaker design and production, program director, and Chief Li's voice——"

"Everything is my work. May I ask if you have any other advice, Captain Ling?"

--puff--

Ling Feng spat out a mouthful of blood. In front of more than 2000 people, Xu Damao was so angry that he vomited blood!

Before he fell to the ground, he said in a very literary way: "Since we have Yu, why do we have Liang?"

Xu Damao scratched his ears and said, "I haven't read Romance of the Three Kingdoms, so I don't know what you are talking about."

Then with a thud, Ling Feng fainted from anger and fell directly to the ground.