Zhang Xu: "Sorry to trouble you."

Fang Jin: "Thank you so much."

"No need." Zhang Qing waved his hand and motioned for Xie Huangbao to sit down, and said without any doubt, "It's not too late to eat after talking."

Several people frowned at the same time.

Old man, do you think this is your home?

It's not like I'm eating your chicken...

Van Teren secretly winked at a few people.

Xie Huangbao didn't even look at Fan Terun. He stared straight at Zhang Qing and said, "Mr. Zhang, what do you want to say?"

Zhang Qing smiled calmly and said: "Tell me how to get people to accept traditional music and carry it forward!"

Xie Huangbao was silent for a moment and then said: "Mr. Zhang, the decline of a thing is determined by many factors. It's not that traditional music is bad, it's just that it is not suitable for this era."

Zhang Qing nodded gently and did not refute.

Seeing this, Xie Huangbao continued: "The fast-paced and fragmented living habits have made people nowadays anxious and pursuing efficiency. Few people are willing to calm down and comprehend artistic conception and elegance. Even rock music is beginning to fall behind.

What about traditional music? The genre of traditional music can hardly meet people's current entertainment needs. The market has determined the decline of traditional music, and no one can change this..."

Zhang Qing interrupted Xie Huangbao's words: "The farewell created by Mr. Fang is very groundbreaking. It incorporates elements of traditional music and is still very popular."

Xie Huangbao was a little anxious: "That's a special case! The songs Fang Jin created after that were all divorced from traditional music..."

Zhang Qing raised his hand and interrupted Xie Huangbao's chatter.

Xie Huangbao wanted to add a few more words to let the old man recognize the facts, but when he thought of this person's identity, he stopped talking.

The man in front of me is a real giant, the kind who has the backing of the country.

Zhang Qing sighed and looked at Fang Jin, with a look of sadness on his face: "So I'm very curious, why would someone who can create a farewell song put time and energy into such an impetuous song?"

In music! It’s a waste of your talent!”

As soon as these words came out, everyone present had different expressions.

The two plainclothes bodyguards narrowed their eyes and tensed up.

Van Teren showed an apologetic smile and begged the others not to continue.

Xie Huangbao looked gloomy. He hated it when someone said the word "impetuous" to him. This was a misunderstanding of rock music and a great disrespect. If it weren't for Fan Teren's sake, he would have spoken out against this person.

The old man's head was raised.

So what if you are Zhang Qing? It’s not like I haven’t beaten anyone who is better than you. Otherwise, why do you think my house is so simple?

Xie Huangbao looked at the two heavy-breathing plainclothes bodyguards behind Zhang Qing, and rationally chose to give in.

This is called respecting the elderly. I’m not afraid of it...

Zhang Xuze looked at Fang Jin immediately, and Fang Jin's attitude was his.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Fang Jin, which made him feel a little awkward. Fortunately, there weren't many people, so it wasn't unacceptable.

Under the gazes of several people, Fang Jin smiled slightly at Zhang Qing and said, "Old sir, what do you think of this farewell song?"

Zhang Qing blurted out subconsciously: "This song vividly expresses the artistic conception and feelings of parting in Xia's traditional culture. It has exquisite lyrics and profound melody. It is the pinnacle of school music. It's very good!"

Fang Jin asked again: "Then do you think there is a better song than farewell?"

Zhang Qing nodded: "There are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky. There must be some."

"What does that look like?"

Hearing this, Zhang Qing was stunned for a moment, opened his mouth, and then shook his head with a smile: "Mr. Fang, you do know how to speak."

A clever guidance directly refuted Zhang Qing's point of view.

Fang Jin was silent and the scene became cold.

Seeing this, Zhang Qing stood up and sighed.

This breath is full of helplessness, sadness, and disappointment.

The mood of several people suddenly sank.

Such a sigh from an old man can sting the competitive heart of young people.

At this time, the two plainclothes bodyguards in the back began to whisper.

Bodyguard A: "It's started, it's started."

Bodyguard B: "Shh, keep your voice down..."

I saw Zhang Qing slowly walking to the window and reaching out to hold the window sill.

The old man bent his back and said in a lonely tone: "Children, I am all about to die..."

Fang Jin looked at him quietly.

Xie Huangbao and Zhang Xu swallowed at the same time.

Van Teren's eye circles suddenly turned red.

Zhang Qing began to talk about his life's struggle for traditional music. It was vivid, relaxed, eloquent, tear-jerking, touching, touching, deafening, and shocking...

This effect will never be achieved if you don't talk about it dozens of times in advance.

Fang Jin and others were mesmerized by what they heard, and stood there blankly, looking at Zhang Qing with admiration.

The two plainclothes bodyguards at the back started whispering again.

Bodyguard A: "There is progress. What I said was better than last time."

Bodyguard B: "It's very confusing. I've heard it so many times that I almost believe it..."

Zhang Qing stood in front of the window, his back turned to several people.

He raised his head, looked at the sky, and said in a slightly crying tone: "... But children, I can't see the future of traditional music. It has been passed down from generation to generation for thousands of years.

Things, such beautiful things, should be allowed to be heard by our descendants. We can’t just throw them into the trash can just because we are tired of hearing them!”

Several people were silent, and a breath of silence infected several people.

Our ancestors’ belongings cannot be thrown away by us!

Carry forward traditional music! Who else but me!

Zhang Qing turned around, tears streaming down her cheeks: "Tell me, is this true?"

Several people nodded firmly: "Yes!"

Zhang Qing raised his feet, walked slowly to several people, and said one after another: "You are Xie Huangbao, the number one rock and roll man!"

Xie Huangbao closed his eyes with a serious expression.

Zhang Qing walked up to Fan Teren: "You are Fan Teren, the most popular person!"

Van Teren nodded solemnly.

Zhang Qing walked up to Fang Jin: "You are Fang Jin, the all-around creator!"

Fang Jin's eyes were firm and he remained silent.

When walking in front of Zhang Xu, Zhang Qing tilted his head: "You..."

Who are you Kiba?

Zhang Xu lowered his head and cried very sadly.

sorry……

I don't deserve to live in this world without achieving anything...

"It doesn't matter who you are!" Zhang Qing waved his hand: "You are all outstanding children. I believe that if it were you, you would be able to carry forward traditional music! Let the glory of Xia Kingdom return to the top of the world!"

Several people were excited: "Yeah!"

Zhang Qing shouted loudly: "Do you have confidence?"

Several people howled: "Yes!"

Zhang Qing shouted louder: "Louder! I can't hear you!!"

Several people shouted: "Yes!!"

Zhang Qing nodded with satisfaction: "Okay! Very energetic!!"

The two plainclothes bodyguards in the back were whispering.

Bodyguard A: "This wave is easier to fool than the ones in the previous wave."

Bodyguard B: "Don't you see who these are? The enthusiastic Xie Huangbao, the respected teacher Fan Tren, the shy and simple Master Fang... Who is that one?"

Bodyguard A: "It should be our colleague..."

Bodyguard B: "Oh..."
Chapter completed!