dream village

"Brother, I play well, why do you want to steal my trumpet?" Zhang Tao asked a little unhappy.

Wei Yun replied angrily: "You play well. If you play a G key to the end, you can't play it anymore." bring it up.

After realizing his mistake, Zhang Tao looked at Wei Yun in embarrassment, and walked aside embarrassingly.

It seems that these Ba Xian are not so easy to be, nor can they just play a few tunes and perform them casually.There are specialties in the art industry, and people will eat whatever they eat.It seems that I have to work harder and find a way to make money for lunch.

"Brother Tao! Brother Tao!" At this moment, Liu Hai, a middle-aged man sitting at Ba Xianzhuan's table, shouted and waved to Zhang Tao.

Zhang Tao was overjoyed, he had something to do, and Liu Hai must have called him for help.

"Brother Tao, I think you can't be idle, so come and beat the gong!" Liu Hai said kindly.

"Okay!" Zhang Tao said as he went to catch the gong in Liu Hai's hand.

"Can you knock?" Liu Hai asked amusedly.

Zhang Tao scratched his head and said honestly: "No!"

"Then you are still so active." Liu Hai was a little amused, thinking that this hero is too good at acting.

"I don't think you have many things to do. It took a long time to knock twice. I guess your thing should be the easiest and easiest to learn." Zhang Tao explained.

Liu Hai snorted softly and said, "Let me tell you, then you underestimate the gong. Why is the gong ranked first? Doesn't that mean the importance of the gong? An art and knowledge, it is the soul of the whole band. Once the gong is struck, the band's performance will have aura. Knocking the gong is not just casually as you think, it must follow the rhythm and follow the rhythm. As far as the atmosphere is concerned, the weight and speed of beating the gong have a great impact on the effect of the performance."

Zhang Tao let out a sigh of disappointment and said: "Beating the gong is such a profound knowledge, so why did you ask me to come here?" There was still half a sentence on his lips that didn't let it come out, that is, aren't you Are you kidding me?

However, he thought to himself, you Liu Hai said that beating the gong is the most important thing in the whole band, but I think that's the case, and his face showed disapproval along with this thought.

Seeing Zhang Tao's disappointed look, Liu Hai said, "Now is the time to sue the ancestors. The whole band just plays repeatedly. If you want to hit the gong, it's fine if you let it. I'll teach you and you'll understand."

"That's fine! You can teach me!" Zhang Tao said impatiently.

The smart brother Tao really knows everything, he can learn it as soon as he learns it, and he quickly became a teacher.why?Because the master went to the toilet.

At this time, a condolence visitor came to the cemetery, and Li Xian sang, "Open the door gong!" It means to welcome guests.

All Ba Xian looked at Zhang Tao.Of course Zhang Tao didn't know what a door gong is, so he looked at everyone suspiciously.

The master playing the erhu next to him hurriedly reminded: "Knock the gong quickly, three times in a row, one heavy and two light."

After this incident happened, as soon as Liu Hai came back, Zhang Tao voluntarily abdicated and gave way to the virtuous.

When Zhang Tao walked by the side of the cemetery, he saw his father sitting at the table shaking his head and reciting the sacrificial oration in a long drag and trill, so he stopped curiously.

Zhang Tao thought to himself, it turns out that his father is also a very emotional person.You look at him, as if he is as sad as his own dead parents.You have such rich feelings for an ordinary dead person, why do you always keep a straight face at home?

Zhang Tao shook his head and sighed, it was really dad's heart, a needle in the sea, so unpredictable.

Zhang Tao was about to walk away, when the Li student named ** who was sitting across from his father called him, "Brother Tao, come here, you and your father can play against each other! I come outside when I have something to do."

With his father around, Zhang Tao didn't dare to make up his own mind. He looked at his father with a consulting eye.Father nodded in agreement, and he sat down in the ** seat.

Affected by the solemn atmosphere at the scene, Zhang Tao sat upright.When the dutiful son knelt down at the table, he obeyed his father's whispered instructions, and came first as well.

"Bye!" my father yelled. "Up!" he yelled.The filial son kowtowed three times, and he yelled three times.

"First incense!" Father shouted again. "First incense!" He took the incense from his filial son and shouted.

"Ah Shangxiang!" "Ah Jinxiang!"

"Incense again!" "Incense again!"

"Fruit!" Father shouted. "Farewell!" he cried.

Followed by three identical "Bai Er!"

A few minutes later, Xiaozi finished kneeling in front of the other two tables and came back again.

Zhang Tao thought he should shout a few more words this time!I haven't had a chance to show off my good voice yet.He looked at his father, meaning Dad, you should teach me what to say now.

His father seemed to understand his thoughts quite well, looked at him with encouraging eyes and said, "It doesn't matter, you yelled just now quite well, and then continue to yell like that."

As soon as he heard this, he was about to faint, and he still shouted like this!This is too simple!Isn't this something that elementary school students can do?

The police didn't come, and no one took over. He could only act listlessly and feebly with his father.

This continued for the third time. Zhang Tao's libretto did not add a word, but his father sang a sacrificial oration.When he heard his father sing a passage, he thought it was very simple. It was nothing more than some sadness mixed into his voice. After a few words stopped, the last word dragged into a long trill.This is really a piece of cake for Zhang Tao who has achieved good results in school singing competitions many times.

Zhang Tao lowered his voice and said, "Dad, take a rest, let me sing!"

His father glared at him, ignored him, and continued to perform on his own.

Zhang Tao is a little annoyed, there is no such father!Just knowing that he was in the limelight, he shunned his son to one side and sat on the bench.

Zhang Tao was not reconciled to not having a chance to show his beautiful voice, so he said, "Dad, let's sing a section alone!" Anyway, there is a couple singing duet in popular songs, and there is nothing wrong with a father and son singing in elegy of.

As he spoke, he moved a small yellow notebook placed in front of his father's desk towards him.

He looked at it and was dumbfounded, Dad!Why do you tease people like this?What age is it?Are you still full of red tape?

I know quite a few of these words myself, and I can still guess some words if I don’t know them, but I don’t have time to guess the words for myself when I can sing!

Zhang Tao, who was full of brains, immediately moved the small book to its original position and said, "Go on, I just want to see where you are singing."

His father gave Zhang Tao a disdainful look, you kid, you want to show off everything, why don't you sing it now?He also thought, we used to rely on these books for food in the first eight days. If we changed to vernacular Chinese, wouldn't everyone be able to sing?

After Zhang Tao endured for more than half an hour, the police finally came.He quickly stood up and said, "Uncle **, come here!"

"What's the matter! I heard you yelled pretty well. Your voice is louder than your father's. Why don't you yell for a while? If anything happens in the village in the future, your father and son can also use the pole."

Zhang Tao laughed twice and said: "Well! This is a bit difficult, I'm afraid I'm not the material." After finishing speaking, he walked out.

Several masters teased Zhang Tao and said, "Brother Tao, come and play with this!"

Zhang Tao didn't answer, and ran away as if fleeing.I can't do this ritual first, eight first, so I'd better find another job to do it.