I really don't want to fight with gods

Chapter 149 Each has its own focus (seeking monthly subscription)

Different people have different opinions on art.

For example, the dance just now, if Uncle Cheng saw it, it must be a girl Ning, dressed coquettishly, with the accent of an old Shanghai romantic girl, it makes my heart beat!

No matter how vulgar it is, you may just feel that your butt is so warped.

So what should artists do in the face of this situation?
Jing Xiaoqiang studied at the Pingjing Academy of Drama in his last life.

The school motto is to train literary and artistic cadres.

In short, it is to improve the appreciation level of the people so that more people can appreciate art.

But in fact, art academies mostly regard themselves as noble behind closed doors. You can’t understand Yangchun Baixue, and I still have a sense of superiority.

As a technical secondary school, the dance school is slightly inferior in terms of artistic characteristics.

After all, most of the children are only 20 or [-] years old. Except for a very few geniuses, most of them can only gradually understand artistic feelings when they are [-] or [-] or even [-] years old.

This is what Jing Xiaoqiang conveyed. He has strong choreography, singing and dancing skills.

This is a killer weapon that can greatly help dance schools to quickly improve their level in a short period of time and catch up with the expressiveness of international dance.

After being taught by Mrs. Cheng yesterday, Jing Xiaoqiang at least understands that it is a good strategy to help Mu Chunlei as soon as possible.

No matter how high this person will go in the future, he can express himself as much as possible at this stage and make great contributions.

It is a good thing for the future, because Mu Chunlei is also an artist at heart, and he is more tolerant of Jing Xiaoqiang's artist ideas, for example, he would rather travel with a girl than a leader.

And as a talented artist himself, Mu Chunlei will not be jealous of the excellence of his younger generations.

But a change of executive leadership is unlikely.

Suppressing maverick artists is something that many people like to do.

Therefore, it is impossible for Principal Zhuang not to be indifferent to Jing Xiaoqiang's affectionate display. Knowing that Jing Xiaoqiang still holds the teacher's certificate of a middle school teacher in the urban area, there may be a sigh that this is fate, so it should be viewed as such.

The final result of the negotiation was that Jing Xiaoqiang first came to class for two days a week to see the teaching effect, and more importantly, led the students together with those teachers to rehearse this dance.

Dance with alley style, just ask if the future is far away...

This is really when Jing Xiaoqiang went to Lu Xi'na today, waiting for the coat factory to bring over the samples, and saw a woman in an alley burning coal cakes.

Imagine Lu Xi doing housework, and get inspired.

Therefore, in addition to a keen observation of living materials, an artist must also have a sullen imagination.

Then this dance is the first step in the cooperation between drama academy and dance school.

With this breakthrough, the following work can be carried out easily.

In the past, dance schools were not allowed to enter by splashing water.

Not to mention how satisfied Mu Chunlei was, he was very happy when he got out of the car: "Very good, very good, the dance school is getting off to a good start, you have to keep an eye on this dance project."

What Jing Xiaoqiang cares about is: "Then I...may take up a lot of time for professional classes at school."

Where does the dean still pay attention to this: "Thank you for your hard work. You can ask Lao Wu to arrange this kind of procedural matters for you. On the side of the college... First, an office will be allocated for you. The school can first organize and expand a singing and dancing group, and organize related A lot of basic things are prepared first..."

Jing Xiaoqiang listened absent-mindedly: "I...may have to get off here first."

The implication is that Mu Chunlei is already using his administrative position in song and dance performances to make a big deal for Jing Xiaoqiang, and another young teacher would have long wanted to do the same.

Hearing the sound, he almost choked: "What?"

Jing Xiaoqiang pointed in the direction: "I still have to go to the art troupe to report on the award, it's nearby, I think it's good, although it's a bit far from our school, but I can take care of the art troupe's affairs when I come to class in the future. "

Mu Chunlei spoke earnestly and earnestly: "Although you are still a freshman, it is clear that your abilities and talents have surpassed those of your peers, and even some teachers, so you must take this responsibility."

You are making cakes with me, Jing Xiaoqiang just wants to get off work.

Pretending to be very serious, hmmmm, squinting out of the corner of his eyes: "Master, you put me there, opposite is the art troupe, it is said that the leader is in a meeting today, I have to wait and report to you if there is any situation!"

After getting out of the car, he waved to Du Ruolan, who was hurriedly poking his head behind him, and hurried across the road. The soldiers standing guard immediately stood at attention and saluted when they saw him!

Let all the eyes on the two cars here feel like shit...

There is a different kind of respect.

This guy is really not an ordinary person.

Even if Mu Chunlei has met Lu Xi, he still thinks that Jing Xiaoqiang's talent is enough for him to enjoy himself.

Indeed, when Jing Xiaoqiang entered the art troupe, he was surrounded by art soldiers.

He just felt that according to what Uncle Cheng said, since he was winning the award on behalf of the art troupe, he should have a formal attitude to report his thanks.

It has nothing to do with whether Lu's mother participated in the competition without telling him.

But Lu's mother waited until almost six o'clock before returning in a hurry: "The superiors attach great importance to this double gold award. If you are a military member, you can get military merit..."

Jing Xiaoqiang quickly waved his hand: "It's definitely not modesty. I feel at ease about any civil awards, but I don't get a single bit of military merit. It's for those commanders and fighters who fight their lives, and for those who have been unknown for many years. I don't count it. I rely on it." I'm just talking about Lu Xi's affairs. I met a girl in Pingjing and got along well. At that time, Sister Qian and Sister Ming were all watching..."

This is sure to draw a line.

Unexpectedly, Mother Lu waved her hand: "I don't care about your private affairs. Lu Xi is an adult, and I can't take care of her private affairs. This is your business. I only care about your artistic creation and condolence performances in the future." Work."

The deputy head's office was quiet.

Jing Xiaoqiang clearly felt the change in attitude.

Lu's mother pointed around: "You may not realize what the gold medal of the Youth Song Club means to our small art troupe. A military art show can win third-class merit. Now I have discovered and cultivated a gold medal like you, and it is down-to-earth In fact, the first-line grassroots sympathy performances, which have won unanimous praise from the commanders and fighters, mean that the art troupe that may be withdrawn at any time will be preserved for meritorious service, and I will be responsible for it. The rest of the work is to cooperate with you in all the cultural sympathy performances. Preparation, not only in the range of our military regions and arms."

Jing Xiaoqiang, who always thought about getting off work, nodded instead: "Well, it's okay to perform for the grassroots, but if you can help me avoid those big performances, I will treat it as a trip to the north and south, right? "

Mother Lu had a smile on her face: "You have such awareness, am I still worried about what you have with Lu Xi? If she really married such a busy husband, I would not be very happy, so you just let it be Well, I try not to mix my mother's attitude, and only use my work attitude to protect your performance."

Speaking of this, he put on his military uniform: "Comrade Jing Xiaoqiang, thank you for your excellent performance in this year's art performance and youth song competition. I hope that the work in the coming year will also be fully and meticulously carried out. Do you have any ideas now? I will try my best to represent the organization to support your creative work.”

It is clear that we are talking about work.

It should be ordered by the boss of the art troupe system, right?

After all, the higher-ups didn't know about Lu Xi's relationship. This small art troupe with hundreds of people was nothing at first, so it must have been ordered.

At this time, Jing Xiaoqiang's weight is too heavy.

Jing Xiaoqiang, who had always been suppressed by Lu Xi, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. He still had to rely on his ability to make a living, and won room for respect for himself.

But he didn't dare to push forward: "In the coming year... I came here today because it's nearby, uh, not far to the west is the Shanghai Dance School. That means promising me to stay in school in the future... But you also know that this kind of thing can't be taken seriously, he may not still be in the seat at that time."

Mother Lu is serious: "No, if he formally expresses this arrangement to our business backbone, then we will confirm this matter on behalf of the organization..."

Jing Xiaoqiang was stunned, and suddenly felt that there was someone above me: "That's not what I mean, I don't care about the retention, so I'll talk to you, and today I suddenly feel that the children in the dance school are the same as those recruited by the art troupe. Aren’t they all about the same age, this time in Pingjing, listening to the conversations of the bosses, talking about the possible cancellation of the art troupe, what will these children do after they leave the army?”

This is the question that impresses him the most.

Young dancers, what to do after the golden period?

Countless ex-girlfriends have left the stage with injuries like this. It is impossible to start any industry in New York. Basically, they go back to their hometown, the hometown of the motherland to hold a training class or get married.

Those who become famous and can eat for a lifetime are very few in any youth food industry.

Most of the innate talents are dead souls who were suppressed under the pyramid.

Lu's mother stared at him: "I am surprised that you can think about this. In fact, these realities are very serious. Every year, we recruit fewer and fewer students, and those who are qualified are developing towards various colleges and universities such as military arts. The rest You have also seen the level, and there is also the call for most of the cultural troupe to be cut, and the annual resettlement of the military, so... I am also very apprehensive to take on this important task."

He also served as the vice president of the theater. In the last two years of suffering from the epidemic and the turbulent demonstrations in the society, Jing Xiaoqiang understood the pressure very well, and suddenly smiled: "A few days ago I did some trademark business and changed a front house, but My account can't be transferred, and finally it's under Lu Xi's name, she opened a cosmetics store by herself, she looks very relaxed and happy, you can go and see her when you have time, maybe it will be much easier. "

Mother Lu finally showed her mother's gentleness: "This child... because of her father, there must be a lot of people staring at her, so I have been very strict with the three of them since childhood, maybe... Forget it, I don't care about her, Please take care of me, sometimes it is really hard for me to think that you are only eighteen or nineteen years old."

Jing Xiaoqiang also thought of his own music bar by the way: "Also, I am going to open a music bar on Hengshan Road. If you have staff for this year, I think you can arrange them there. Seven or eight people are definitely needed. .”

Mother Lu raised her eyebrows: "Then it's near the Hua Consulate?"

Her awareness is really not covered.

(End of this chapter)