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Chapter 142 Is This What You Call Singing? (First update, please subscribe)
Soon, several people withdrew from the Spring and Autumn Chess Academy.

In the chess academy, everyone looked at the backs of Lin Xuan and others leaving with extremely complicated expressions.

Until the four of them disappeared into the distance.

Only then did Liu Yidong look away, his tone complicated: "Dean, who is this young man?"

Wu Guoping shook his head: "I don't know either. I've never seen him before, so I knew his name was Lin Xuan. At first I thought he was Mr. Lu's new student, but I found out later that he wasn't. From what Mr. Lu said, this person is A very talented pianist."

"pianist?"

Liu Yidong frowned: "It's impossible to be a pianist, how can a pianist have such a high attainment in chess?"

Ying Shijie answered: "That's right, this person's chess attainments are too deep. Not to mention anything else, the endgame of "The Gathering of Seven Stars" is beyond the reach of ordinary people. I really didn't expect , There are such unbelievable masters in my Chinese folk, it seems that there is a saying that is true: Since ancient times, masters have emerged from the people, so don't underestimate anyone."

Liu Yidong thought so deeply.

At the same time, fortunately, this Lin Xuan didn't come to kick the gym today, otherwise their Spring and Autumn Chess Academy would be wiped out today.

Just when several people were in complicated moods.

Suddenly a young man raised his hand and chirped: "Dean, teacher, brother Jie. You are all wrong. Brother Xuan... Lin Xuan is not a folk master, nor is he a pianist. He is a singer, very good singer!"

"What?"

"singer?"

"???"

The three were stunned.

The young man proudly said: "That's right, Brother Xuan is a singer. He is very talented in music. Now there are many songs by him on the major music charts. For example: "Sorrow", "Jiangnan", " "Once upon a time you"... There are many, many more."

Wu Guoping and the others were stunned when they heard this.

For a while, he was suspected of being a folk chess master, for a while he was a pianist, and for a while he was a singer.

Who the hell is this Lin Xuan!
They were completely bewildered.

On the contrary, Ying Shijie clenched his fists: "No matter what his identity is, anyway, after I have thoroughly researched "The Gathering of Seven Stars", I must play a few more games with him. He can't escape!"

At this moment, the grand master's eyes were piercing.

For someone like him standing at the top, he would be very excited when he finally met an opponent.Therefore, Ying Shijie will not let Lin Xuan go easily.

……

……

"Ah! Ahh!"

On the way out, Lin Xuan sneezed again and again, and he was surprised: "Didn't you catch a cold? Who is thinking of me?"

Forget it, forget it.

After all, for a handsome, suave, and elegant man like him, his girls would definitely be in Suzhou and Hangzhou.

Sneezing a few times is normal.

As we walked, Lin Xuan still couldn't help asking: "Old Lu, are we really going to sing?"

Looking at the old men in front of him who were older than his father, he swallowed.

What songs can I sing with these people?

Are the flowers blooming and rich?
He really couldn't imagine singing with these people in KTV.

Lu Bojun smiled slightly: "It's not considered singing, but it's actually half-singing and half-watching."

Lin Xuan was even more surprised: "Half singing, half watching?"

"You'll find out later."

However, Lu Bojun refused to reveal the news, which made Lin Xuan feel itchy.

What does half-singing half-watching mean?
Douge?
But soon he shuddered all over, fighting songs with these old men, he really might not be able to beat them.

In cranky.

Several people took the car for more than an hour before getting off at a suburb called "Juyuan" in Shanghai.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Lin Xuan put on a hat and a mask.

There is a messy place in sight, just like Lin Xuan's hometown.This is the first time Lin Xuan has come to such a remote place in Shanghai.

Lin Xuan became more and more strange, why did Mr. Lu bring himself here?
After getting off the car, Lu Bojun showed a faint smile and pointed to the front: "Xiao Lin, we'll be there soon."

arrive?

Just when Lin Xuan was surprised, he heard a faint voice coming from a distance.Then, the voice became clearer and clearer, making Lin Xuan's mouth gradually open.

Seeing Lin Xuan's expression, Lu Bojun smiled slightly: "Does it sound good?"

"Huh? Well... nice to hear."

Lin Xuan stammered, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

Because what he heard was not other voices, but—opera!
His heart skipped a beat. Seeing the yearning expressions of Lu Bojun, Meng Chenyao, and Zheng Haibo, he seemed to understand something, and quickly asked, "Mr. Lu, you... the singing you mentioned before is not an opera, right?"

Is this what you call singing?

Don't scare him!
"Hey!"

Lu Bojun smiled: "Don't worry, I said that singing is singing. I know you young people don't have much feeling for opera, so I won't make things difficult for you. But..."

He shook his head and didn't speak any more, with a sad expression on his face.

soon.

A few people came to a place with a huge open-air platform.

The scene is extremely grand.

And it's clean, tidy, and apparently regularly maintained.

On the stage, there was a troupe singing opera, and the sound of Yingying Yanyan's opera came, which gave the environment here a layer of atmosphere of the times.

Under the stage, there were hundreds of people sitting impressively.

Mostly old people.

There are actually quite a few young people.

Lu Bojun found an empty seat and sat down, motioned for Lin Xuan to sit beside him, then he stared at the performance on the stage and said: "This is a folk art area in Shanghai called 'Juyuan Terrace'. Nei is very famous. The current society is developing too fast, and some of us elderly people can't keep up with the times. What about computers, Internet, virtual reality, games... etc. Basically, all the old people sound the same Stupid, it’s better to be like me, if it is an ordinary person, it is estimated that even a smartphone can’t figure it out.

So some of our old guys have built a lot of such places in many places in China. We want the elderly to have a place to entertain, and at the same time let the young people understand these cultures.

In fact, being out of the era is not the scariest thing.The frightening thing is that with the progress of society, many cultural essences of our country are gradually disappearing. For example, the top ten national quintessences of China, now there are a few young people who can say them. "

"Top Ten National Essences?"

Lin Xuan thought about it, but he really didn't know.

Lu Bojun couldn't help laughing, "Look, you can be regarded as the most eager young people in China. Even you don't know it, let alone other young people. The top ten national quintessence are: embroidery, paper-cut, go, ceramics, tea ceremony, Hanfu, Peking Opera, Traditional Chinese Medicine, Kung Fu, Calligraphy. Although Huaxia is now vigorously promoting them, these cultures are still declining rapidly, and may disappear someday."

Shake his head.

He continued: "Okay, these are all digressions. There is no other special meaning in calling you here today. I just want you to feel the atmosphere here. There are not only operas, but also singing and dancing, cross talk...etc. All kinds of folk things. I usually come here with Mr. Meng and Mr. Zheng to listen to operas and watch songs and dances. Although we play the piano, we can’t lose our traditional culture.”

When he said this, Lu Bojun's eyes were determined, and he repeated: "Yes, you can't lose it."

Lin Xuan suddenly understood the good intentions of Lu Bojun taking him to the chess academy today, and now bringing him here again.

The old man obviously wanted to not forget these gradually declining Chinese cultures when he wanted to stand on the glamorous stage.Because Lu Bojun knew that his influence among young people far surpassed him.If you can accept and promote China's national quintessence, then the effect of promoting it will be hundreds or thousands of times better than those of these old people.

this moment.

His heart was a little touched.

Looking at the firm eyes of the old man in front of him.

Looking at the theater troupe who are still working hard on the stage.

Watching the hundreds of people at the scene paying attention.

An indescribable feeling surged in Lin Xuan's heart. He hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Mr. Lu, you said that we can sing and watch while we come here, that is to say, if I want to be on this stage, I can also go on it?"

(End of this chapter)