Ming Zuo

Chapter 479 The role of literature and art

"A big river ~ the waves are wide..."

In front of thousands of people, Li Xiangjun's voice was timid and timid.

But the little girl's clear and pure singing voice is the purest beauty.

Everyone couldn't bear to make even the slightest sound, and they were all intoxicated in the singing.

Li Xiangjun sang a short section very hard, and gradually got used to the scene. Seeing the joyful expressions of so many people, for some reason, he fell in love with this scene all of a sudden.

A plain hand stretched out from the side and put it on her shoulder.At the same time, the high-pitched and agitated singing voice is full of force.

this is a beautiful motherland

is where i grew up

in this vast land

There is sunshine everywhere...

Standing in the distance, Zuo Menggeng had nothing but approval and admiration for Li Zhenli's performance.

It never occurred to her that Li Zhenli was an all-rounder.Not only can she perform Kunqu opera with a small voice superbly, but she can also sing such open and close songs with ease.

Only around disharmony.

"Hmph, nothing compares to my little pity."

The good opportunity to appreciate was broken, and Zuo Menggeng was very angry.

"Master Zhang, why don't you mess around in Linqing, why are you here?"

Speaking of this, Zhang Haogu was furious.

"I said the second from the left, you have to take good care of the people below you. It's too much. I was just trying to eliminate violence and peace, but that Li Jiu grabbed my son and made me lose face. I will not take revenge. , what else can I say about my son?"

Zuo Menggeng looked over with meaningful eyes.

"What's the matter, you were fighting in the brothel, and Director Li punished you for sweeping the street?"

Zhang Haogu blushed, and then argued strongly: "I can't bear to see weak women being bullied, so I act out of righteousness. Don't you understand my brother's ambition to weed out the strong and help the weak?"

Zuo Menggeng couldn't bear his thick skin.

"You want to weed out the strong and help the weak, so go find Wang Siyi."

Zhang Haogu pouted his neck, and said as a matter of course: "Wang Siyi is too strong."

Talking about the reasons for running away, Zhang Haogu was able to express his emotions.

"Hey, since the announcement of the abolition of slavery, many girls have chosen Congliang, and brothels are not as fun as before."

Zuo Menggeng sneered.

"If it wasn't for the fear of excessive turmoil, I would have wanted to ban the brothel directly."

Zhang Haogu was taken aback.

"You want the lives of men all over the world!"

Zuo Menggeng gave him a blank stare.

"All the men in the world are not as virtuous as you."

The performance of Li Zhenli and Li Xiangjun's mother and daughter was very successful, and the atmosphere of the scene reached its peak.

When they sang for the second time, it has evolved into a chorus of the whole audience.

Zuo Menggeng didn't understand art or music, but he just thought that such a good patriotic song could be used to help publicity, so he made it out.Seeing the effect is remarkable, naturally happy.

What he doesn't know is that compared with the mainstream literature and folk art of this era, the advantages of pop music in later generations are too great.

Most importantly, the effect is amazing and easy to understand.

Especially in the environment of the new army, songs like "My Motherland" and "Serving the Country with Loyalty" are far more popular with soldiers than the babbling Kunqu Opera.

"It's not that you sang badly, but that the occasion is wrong."

Seeing Li Zhenli's popularity and the cold wind in the performance, Jing Xiaolian cried aggrievedly.

Others were just persuading, but Zuo Menggeng saw it clearly.

"Commander, how about...I...I'd better go back."

Jing Xiaolian was hit so hard that she wanted to retire.

Zhang Haogu was very excited.

"Yes, yes, let's go back. In this world, only I understand you."

Jing Xiaolian was taken aback.

"Actually, it's okay not to go back."

Zuo Menggeng tried to analyze Jing Xiaolian's problem.

"The army is full of iron-blooded and tough guys. They are straight-tempered, aggressive in speaking, strong-blooded, and rarely feminine. So if you sing the soft and sinister Kunqu tune here, you will naturally hit a wall. I think you can learn from Director Li and change it. Thinking, see if you can combine your own advantages to create works that are more in line with the military and unique.”

"This……"

Jing Xiaolian was particularly moved by what Zuo Menggeng said, but she was at a loss.

Limited by his knowledge, it is impossible for him to have any inspiration all at once.Among other things, he still hasn't fully grasped the staves that Luo Yagu taught them.

Yes, Zuo Menggeng had to cheat.

He searched his memory and said: "I think of a story, Tang Minghuang and Yang Guifei, combining Kunqiang and this new style of singing may have a different effect."

Seeing that he was about to attack again, everyone was looking forward to it.

This commander doesn't know how his brain is long, and he can always come up with amazing things.

Zuo Menggeng brewed his emotions and sang softly.

That year's snowflakes fell and plum blossoms bloomed
That year, there were too many worries beside Huaqing Pool

Don't say who's who's who's who's wrong
I just want to be drunk with you again in my dream...

Although it was a soft but flat male voice, everyone felt normal after listening to it.

At the same time, I also feel that singing such a song to Jing Xiaolian seems to be a waste of his accent.

But just as he was thinking this way, Zuo Menggeng suddenly sang with his throat squeezed, like an oriole exploding, and all the birds bowed their heads.

Love and hate in an instant
Raising a glass to the moon

love and hate

Ask you when you fall in love...

Jing Xiaolian was like being struck by lightning, unable to recover for a long time.When he looked at Zuo Menggeng again, his eyes were full of water, waves and passion.

The world is so big, the confidant is the commander.

Zuo Menggeng happened to see this look, and immediately became furious, and the last few lines of the lyrics were all out of tune.

Be good, no wonder rich people like to be ambiguous with male actors.

This arouses people, even more powerful than a peerless beauty.

He didn't know that since ancient times, the word "beauty" actually refers to a handsome man.

"If it is such a work, I believe that the public will like it. In short, my request to you is that when you perform on stage in the future, the work should be as close to the public as possible. There will be less sunshine and more people in Xialiba. What we have to do is to liberate human beings. A great cause. Those things that are spring and snowy have nothing to do with the general public for the time being. We must use literature and art to awaken the subjective initiative of the public to recognize themselves, self-esteem and self-love, and seek the truth, goodness and beauty. If you do this, you will surely make great achievements and be remembered in history .”

Zuo Menggeng had high hopes for these first batch of literary and art workers.

Under his guidance, these people found the right path.

As long as they put their enthusiasm into it, given time, it won't take long to change the atmosphere of this era.

When these first-generation literary and art workers used to perform, they performed on the Liyuan Stage or in the villages on street corners.

There are people who are elegant and vulgar.

It's just asking for a meal and a life. I never thought that the livelihood in my hands is so important.

But when Li Zhenli's mother and daughter sang just now, the sensational and enthusiastic scene was vividly remembered, and it made them know that Zuo Menggeng's words were incomparably correct.

When these people realize how honorable their profession is, their enthusiasm will naturally erupt like a volcano.

Behind him, in the middle of the venue, Pang Dahai, who was playing Kuaishu, received a warm welcome, no worse than Li Zhenli.

Be the one, be the one, be the one.

"That's a dozen of bamboo boards, let's not boast about anything else, let's just praise the good boy of the new army..."

(End of this chapter)