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

"Force Box?"

"What is this thing called Bibox? I only know Marx and Engels——"

"Who is Box? What are you forcing him to do? What does his show with us, what does that have to do with rap?"

Why is Section Chief Huang looking confused?

Xu Damao understood everything he said word by word, so why did it not sound like human language when they were put together?

The next afternoon, in the small meeting room of the logistics department of the steel mill, Xu Damao was explaining to his colleagues in the publicity department what B-BOX was, but Lao Deng called it "B-BOX"...

Xu Damao really wanted to vomit blood. If he really couldn’t find anyone who could play a musical instrument, would he be here to explain this to everyone?

"It's a B-Box, or Beat box. In Chinese, it's called a rhythm box, or human sound. In simple terms, it can be understood as what we often call ventriloquism, but there are certain differences. There is a ventriloquist in Beijing who will perform a big eye dance for guests in the northeast corner of the courtyard..."

Before Xu Damao finished speaking, the people below started to clamor with eagerness to try.

"I know ventriloquism. I can imitate the sounds of animals. Oh, this is the howl of a wolf. Hehe, this is the squeal of a pig. I can also imitate the squeal of a cow or a chicken. "

"I'll imitate the sound of a train starting, frame by frame, frame by frame—"

"What's that? I can still..."

Before it was explained clearly, everyone was already laughing so hard that their heads were spinning. Even Liu Lan and Section Chief Huang were laughing so hard that they were rolling around.

Xu Damao was very mad. I want to make human body speakers, but you guys are making pigs, cows and chickens?!?!

Xu Damao didn't know where to start explaining. When he was in college, the music department lived across the street from their dormitory. It is said that music and fine arts are inseparable and all art forms are interconnected.

Although I have long forgotten all the musical notation and simplified notation, I can still sing and dance!

He didn't have the patience to learn any musical instrument. He only managed to learn four pieces on the guitar - "Castle in the Sky", "Miss Dong", "Anhe Bridge" and "Globe". He paid 3 yuan to learn this from a friend from the music department just to pick up girls. In the end, he didn't get any girls and forgot all the songs.

I taught myself B-BOX on Bilibili. I just barely got started, and it's good for showing off, but I drooled every time I learned it... Plus, I started working hard to find an internship and a job in my junior year, so I forgot about this hobby.

But I didn't expect that after traveling back to 1958, that little bit of technology would still be useful?!

We can’t find any performers who can play musical instruments, and we don’t have a drum set – so we’ll just use our mouths!

Please call me the "King of Big Mouth"!

"There's no point in talking any more. Let me show you what human body sound is!"

"Liu Lan, sing a cappella!"

Liu Lan, not knowing what was going on, walked to the center of the stage in the conference room and began to sing the folk song that Xu Damao had taught her. Her voice was clear, melodious and ethereal, and everyone suddenly fell silent.

But in reality, everyone has things they want to complain about but haven’t said them out loud. It sounds nice, but it’s not powerful enough, right?

If we compete on the same stage with the Art Troupe of the Ministry of Metallurgy, they are professionals. Although our folk songs sound good, they are not up to the same level.

Xu Damao walked in front of Liu Lan with a proud look on his face. Facing everyone, he said pretentiously, "Now, let everyone feel the charm of rhythm!"

"Move, hit, move, hit, no, no, no, no, no..."

When everyone saw Xu Damao holding the microphone and speaking incomprehensible words to others, they laughed so hard that they fell over. What the hell was this?

Is this thing allowed on stage? Wouldn't that be embarrassing?

But after a while, I felt something was wrong. Xu Damao was simulating the sound of the snare drum and cymbals. After listening to it for a while, I was immersed in his rhythm - it felt so good, didn't it?!

What's going on here?

This form of performance is something you have never heard of or seen before.

"Liu Lan! Sing faster at 2x speed!"

Xu Damao gave another order, and Liu Lan began to transform into a human jukebox, singing happily at twice the speed.

Xu Damao also changed the rhythm. For a moment, what was clearly a very ethereal and melodious folk song was turned into a nightclub DJ style by the two of them. The rhythm and drum beats made everyone's blood boil. Their hearts were beating fast and they wanted to dance around the bonfire!

Cheerful, excited, enthusiastic——

There was a gleam in everyone's eyes. If they went on stage like this, it would be impossible to get into the top three, but they should have a chance in the top ten!

It's fun!

They had already imagined the audience twisting their bodies with excitement.

"Hey, Lao Huang, what are you doing here? Keep your voice down--"

"Where did you get the snare drum? Don't you only have the bass drum? Did you find someone?"

At this time, the door of the conference room was pushed open. It turned out that the noise was too loud. Li Huaide, who was rehearsing a hundred-person recitation outside, was disturbed by the drum beats here and wanted to come over to remind them.

You can have fun, but please don't disturb our rehearsal.

When I pushed the door open, I saw everyone was looking at Xu Damao, shouting into the microphone like a machine gun.

Is this sound coming from that broken mouth?

We are all human beings, so what makes you so special?

Xu Damao also ended his performance and stopped at this time.

"Da Mao! Awesome!"

"Brother Damao, where did you learn this?"

"Da Mao, did you make this?"

Everyone was excited for a moment. Ordinary workers had been suffering from the five-line musical notation and musical instruments for too long. Everyone had a musical dream. Apart from other things, who couldn't sing a few Peking operas and folk songs?

But there is no fun in just singing. I can neither afford to buy nor learn to play a musical instrument. And if I really pick up a musical instrument, people will say that you are a uncultured person pretending to be a cultured person!

Being able to play the erhu and suona, although not up to par, is already the best! Everyone will look up to you.

We always have to ask you for help at weddings and funerals, right?

But Damao, all he needs is to open his mouth and he can blow anything out of it!

If you learn this, and work together with two people, then you can sing whatever you want, right?

Bullshit!

"Xu Damao, what's wrong with your brain? You can even think of such a method? Did you invent it?"

Section Chief Huang excitedly stepped forward and patted Xu Damao on the shoulder. Even Li Huaide, who was standing next to him, was so surprised that he forgot what he was there for.

Originally, whenever he came in, he would look at Liu Lan intentionally or unintentionally, but this time, his attention was completely attracted by Xu Damao.

Xu Damao also explained to everyone: "Everyone knows my rap performance. I recite in the front and Liu Lan sings in the back. The form is very new, but it is too bland without accompaniment."

"I need a kind of rhythmic drum beat, preferably a Western instrument drum set, but not only do we not have a drum set, we can't even find someone who can play this kind of rhythm."

"Even if we wanted to find someone who could play the accordion, we couldn't find anyone, not to mention that it wouldn't feel right."

"So, I thought, I might as well use this ventriloquism as a substitute."

"B-BOX is a rhythm box, a human speaker. One person can simulate the sounds of many instruments. One person is a speaker. It should be enough for our show."

"I didn't invent this. I can only say that it has existed for a long time. In our old words, it is ventriloquism. The working people simulated and summarized it from their daily lives. Everyone can learn it because everyone has different timbre and sense of rhythm."

Xu Damao then remembered that concepts such as hip-hop, B-box, rap, and dj-ing were not products of this era. He was careless. Even if they existed, they should not be accessible to a projectionist like him.

The only thing that can be mentioned and has existed for a long time is the purified polyphonic a cappella, so Xu Damao defined B-box as ventriloquism and human body sound, and then everyone had no objection.

After all, ventriloquism is something that has existed since ancient times and is not yet mainstream. It is normal for Xu Damao to show movies to his fellow farmers and get in touch with folk songs or ventriloquism.

When you, Xu Damao, learn to play symphony, piano and saxophone, I will have to look into it carefully.

“Can everyone learn it?”

"Of course, I just want everyone to learn it. Pick one to accompany me and Liu Lan. I also have to rap. Otherwise, our show will be too bland."

"Da Mao! I want to learn to be a boxer!"

At this moment, there was a gleam in Section Chief Huang's eyes!

Why do I feel like my coach wants me to play basketball?