don't call me singer

chapter 187
When the lights are on, the major business districts that have just started their nightlife are busy.

Jiang Mingchu's family of three just walked out of the restaurant, walking slowly, digesting the food in his stomach.

Uncharacteristically, the daughter did not stare at the phone all the time, but looked around, like a meerkat on sentry.

"Quick, Dad, this way! This way!" Suddenly, the daughter called out, beckoning to the back, and got into the group of people in front.

Seeing this crowd, Jiang Mingchu suddenly understood.

Hey, I still fell for it!
My daughter is going to catch the ducks on the shelves!
No wonder my daughter is clamoring to go out to eat today and refuses to eat at home!It turned out to be for this!

Jiang Mingchu is a professor of the Department of Vocal Music. He works at Dongcheng University of the Arts. This is also a well-known art school. Many big names in the art circle and performing arts circle are from this school.

He was born in a major, has a senior title of second-level actor, has also taught many students, and is a frequent visitor to many evening parties.

My daughter is in her third year of high school, and it is the time when her studies are the most intense. Jiang Mingchu once thought about letting her daughter learn art, but to Jiang Mingchu's helplessness, her daughter does not seem to have inherited her own artistic cells at all. Like other teenagers, she likes to brush and shake audio, watching live broadcasts, following dramas, and all kinds of complaints.

Every time he sees the bullet screen flying all over the sky on his daughter's screen, he feels dizzy. He really doesn't know how children nowadays can experience and taste art under the information bombardment. No matter how good it is, if it is not your own understanding, how can it be the same?

Probably this is the generation gap. Today's young people have long been accustomed to information bombardment, accustomed to receiving fast and dense information, but not used to independent thinking.

After all, many questions have already been answered, and the process is not important.

In this fast-paced era, I am afraid that no one will be able to concentrate on making art anymore...

Recently, my daughter has become obsessed with a street singing show. She holds her mobile phone almost every night, chatting and chatting with a group of friends, yelling, and the screen of the mobile phone The picture on the screen, cutting back and forth, cutting quickly.

In their words, this is called "stall hopping", which is a concept similar to "island hopping".

There are dozens of contestants and dozens of songs every night, and there is always one they like.

Whenever someone sang their favorite song, they started notifying each other, swarming up and swiping the screen desperately.

If you like two songs at the same time, it will be more tangled.

The daughter said:

"As long as I cut fast enough, I can seamlessly listen to two songs at the same time!"

Then there is the invincible fan.

If this wasn't his own daughter, Jiang Mingchu probably would have severed the father-daughter relationship with her.

Can art be appreciated like this?

And since last night, my daughter has been arguing, asking herself to "crack the stall".

Looting?What the hell is that?

My dignified professor of the art department, a second-level actor, and a party singer, went to the booth?
"Everyone's Xiaobai has gone to the stall, no matter how good you are, how can someone else be so good?" The daughter gave him a supercilious look.

"Hi? Daughter, isn't Dad always the most powerful in your mind?" Jiang Mingchu felt that he had fallen out of favor.

"With your attitude and unwillingness to accept new things, it's no wonder that your song has less than a hundred comments on Yuncun Music, and there are seven others posted by your own trumpet!" The daughter's eyes rolled, making Jiang Mingchu feel wow Cool wow cool.

Then there was a cold war for most of the day, and it suddenly became hot again in the afternoon.

"Old Jiang, invite me to dinner tonight."

"Oriental Plaza has opened a new grilled fish restaurant that I like, let's go and try it!"

Even if his heart is cold, Jiang Mingchu is just a war scum in front of his daughter, so he can only surrender obediently.

At this moment, even if he knew he had been duped, he could only chase after him obediently, and saw his daughter standing outside a circle, pointing inside and saying, "Dad, Dad, this is it, this is my favorite little brother! He looks so handsome! He has a nice voice, too!"

Jiang Mingchu looked inside and found that the young man who sang was not as good-looking as his students, but he was clean.

As for the voice... my own students, which voice is not good!

When I took my daughter to school, my daughter always ignored those little brothers, but liked this instead?What kind of aesthetics is this!

"Dad, hurry up and help him, little brother is behind in points, if he can't overtake today, he will be eliminated!" The daughter shook his hand.

"I..." Jiang Mingchu understood, this is the so-called looting!In other words, go to the street where other people sing, sell singing, and help people canvass for votes!
I'm a party singer, a second-level actor, a vocal professor, and I...

Jiang Mingchu stared and asked his wife for help, but his wife just smiled beside her, looking like she was watching a good show.

"Everyone Xiaobai went to the booth, and the program team also issued an invitation, saying that the competition system is open, and people from all walks of life are welcome to come to the booth. Many people are going to the booth. The online discussion is crazy today. You still have such a big shelf!"

Jiang Mingchu talked a lot about my status, how could I compare with the young guy.

But he felt that if he really said that, he probably wouldn't be able to enter the house alive today.

"Also, Uncle Chen also went to Chow Tan this morning, and the discussion on the Internet was very lively. He really looks like an artist!"

"real or fake?"

"I can still lie to you..." The daughter stomped her foot.

Jiang Mingchu looked at his wife, then at his daughter, and sighed, "Okay, what are you singing? Sing "This Is Me"?"

"This Is Me" is a party song that Jiang Mingchu often sings.

"It's not good, it's not good, I want to sing something emotional... let's sing "Father's Grassland and Mother's River". Don't you practice often?" The daughter even chose the song.

Jiang Mingchu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but today was really well arranged.

Just when the boys over there finished singing, the daughter hurried in and threw a few hundred-yuan bills, which made Jiang Mingchu feel distressed when he saw it, it was all his private money!
Then he shouted: "Little brother, I am your fan! I will always support you!"

"Little brother, this is my dad, I specially brought my dad to help you today!" Saying that, the daughter waved to the back.

Jiang Mingchu stepped forward, dumbfounded, and then saw the young man bowed to him respectfully: "Teacher Jiang!"

"you know me?"

"I'm from the composition department of our school, and I have listened to your class, teacher." The young man said.

"Oh..." At this moment, the resistance in my heart disappeared in an instant.

To help his students solicit votes, Jiang Mingchu stood up straight.

It was obviously a white T-shirt with big pants, and he was wearing it like an ordinary uncle.

But when he stood up straight, his momentum came out.

"Hi everyone, I'm Jiang Mingchu. I'm here to help this young man solicit votes today. If you have money, please support the money market, and if you don't have money, please participate in the individual market..."

This quack-like way of speaking is quite cool to say.

It feels like reading martial arts novels when I was young.

There are middle-aged and elderly people in the crowd shouting: "It's Teacher Jiang!"

"The one on TV, the singing is really good!"

It satisfies his vanity well.

On weekdays they sing at big parties, from the typhoon to the audience, almost all of them are held, this feeling is quite novel.

"Dad, I'll play the accompaniment for you!" The daughter rushed in holding her mobile phone.

When the accompaniment sounded, Jiang Mingchu brewed his emotions, and his deep voice sounded.

"Father once described the fragrance of the grassland,

Let him never forget each other even in the ends of the earth.

Mother always loves to describe the mighty river↗——

Running in..."

He heard his daughter's voice screaming: "That's my dad, my dad is the best! Please give my dad a reward!"

At that moment, he was happy, proud, and helpless...

Alas, go on singing.

The sound resounded through the square, overflowing with emotions, rushing, roaring, and flooding the audience like a big river.

(It's exhausting not to save the manuscript, and I'm exhausted from being chased all day... But, at the end of the month, continue to beg for a monthly pass!)

(End of this chapter)