As promised, Xiao Xianrou, will you play the suona in the haunted house?

Chapter 86 Folk music is dead, I’ll give it another try

program group.

"Actors, please take your seats, be natural, and don't have too stiff expressions..."

"1, 2, 3, power on."

The director clicked, and in the hall at the assembly point, all the contestants instantly showed friendly smiles, and the scene was friendly and harmonious.

After four episodes of the show, "Our Song" is becoming more and more popular, so director Wang Zheng plans to shoot some behind-the-scenes footage and put it into a special edited version for fans.

"Do you think the audience will believe it if this is filmed? I feel like everyone is laughing so fake!"

Xu Feng smiled and as soon as the camera passed, he couldn't help but complain about the weekend around him.

"I asked you to shoot, not to tell."

As soon as Weekend finished speaking, the camera looked over. He instantly put on a friendly smile and saw the photographer gesturing for him to turn around.

At the same time, another person next to him also smiled and turned around.

The next second, an awkward atmosphere filled the air.

Weekend and Chen Yu stared at each other for about three seconds.

"Haha~"

The two laughed happily at the same time, opened their arms and hugged each other.

"Okay, very good. Did the photographer capture it?"

The director saw this scene on the side and clapped his hands very happily.

"It's filmed, director."

The photographer made a 360-degree circle around the two people, reflecting their deep friendship from many angles, before going to take the next picture.

"Bah ah ah~"

As soon as the photographer left, Chen Yu and Zhou Zhou let go of each other as if they were electrocuted. The one patting his clothes patted his clothes, and the other wiped his hands.

Xu Feng was snickering as he watched. He felt that the show crew did it on purpose. No one on the Internet knew about their grievances. No one would believe such a friendly scene even if it was filmed.

The filming lasted from morning to noon. When the director announced that the work was over, everyone in the hall breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

"This is too tiring. It makes no sense not to add chicken drumsticks for lunch~"

"Indeed, it feels even harder than performing on stage."

"I've been laughing all morning, and now the muscles in my face are stiff."

The contestants complained that after all, they were just songwriters and singers, not professional actors, so this job was a bit over the top for them.

At this moment, weekend's cell phone rang, and it turned out to be Miao Qing calling him.

"Hello~"

After getting through the phone at the weekend, I could tell that Miao Qing was in a very low mood. After asking, I found out what happened online.

After hanging up the phone, Weekend's face became a little gloomy.

"No wonder people often say that folk music is dead. If such a person can be the vice president, it is strange that folk music is not dead."

After reading the whole story online over the weekend, I sneered.

After the program team had lunch, we shot some additional footage in the afternoon, and finally we had enough material.

After working part-time, as soon as they left the hotel door on the weekend, they saw a group of reporters waiting outside.

"Out for the weekend."

"I'm coming!"

"Quick, turn on the camera."

The reporters waiting outside the door immediately swarmed over.

"Who leaked the news?"

Seeing these reporters, director Wang Zheng was shocked. He didn't remember notifying the media about the behind-the-scenes of this shooting. Could it be that the program team had a kid?

"Director, it seems that Chen Yu posted on Weibo that it is scheduled to arrive."

The staff quickly reminded the director in the ear. Wang Zheng suddenly didn't want to speak and just glanced at Chen Yu speechlessly.

However, Chen Yu's face quickly became ugly, because these reporters were all there for the weekend.

As for the others, none of the reporters took a look.

"This weekend, do you know Wei Yongcheng, the vice president of the Yanjing Folk Music Association?"

"What do you think of what Vice President Wei Yongcheng said online over the weekend?"

"Vice President Wei Yongcheng said you don't understand folk music at all. What do you think?"

Reporters fired one question after another, surrounding the weekend.

Chen Yu, who was outside the crowd, originally looked rather ugly, but when he heard the reporters' questions, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Looks like he's in trouble?

Moreover, the other party seems to be a person of high status, the vice president of the Yanjing Folk Music Association, which is not low in the eyes of an outsider.

"Okay, let's make you play harp all day long, now it's time to poke a hornet's nest."

Chen Yu looked at the weekend being besieged by reporters and smiled with schadenfreude.

At this time, Weekend in the crowd spoke.

Moreover, as soon as he opened his mouth, everyone at the scene was shocked.

"I have only one sentence to comment on folk music~"

"Folk music is dead. If something happens, paper will be burned."

wow.

The reporters at the scene and Chen Yu and others outside all stared at the weekend in disbelief.

Folk music is dead. If something happens, paper will be burned.

Although this is the current situation of folk music, few people dare to say this publicly.The most important thing is that they never expected that these words would come out of the weekend's mouth.

Among the several music works currently produced by Weekend, folk music can be said to be the soul of his music.

Many netizens even think that Zhou Zhen must have a very deep affection for folk music. Otherwise, how could he add a large number of folk music elements to every work?
But now, Weekend personally said that folk music is dead, and if something happens, burn paper.

The reporters were stunned.

Chen Yu was also a little confused.

This guy is really talking nonsense.

But as soon as this sentence was said over the weekend, the reporters' eyes suddenly lit up, and they smelled the smell of gunpowder.

"Folk music is dead? Why do you say that?"

At this time, a reporter opened his mouth and asked the questions that everyone at the scene wanted to ask.

"why?"

Weekend took the microphone in front of him and spoke coldly.

"Because some people have built a high wall about folk music now."

"Within the high walls, these people offer folk music to the altar, just like the monks in the temple, using the golden robes of Buddha statues to enjoy the incense of believers."

"They have kept ordinary people firmly outside the high wall."

"Folk music is used to adapt dance music. Why is it no longer folk music? Why is it so kitsch?"

"I think they themselves can't bear to see Minle step down from the altar, because once the Buddha statue steps down from the altar, no one will give them incense."

"So in their eyes, only the gentle breeze and elegant moon are folk music, and only the mountains and flowing water are folk music. Those who entertain the public are not worthy of being called folk music."

"For this kind of folk music, I think it would be better to die, to die early and to be born early."

"I think real folk music can be played by people in the countryside as well as in the countryside."

"It is a pity that folk music has been gilded by some associations. In their eyes, the lower-level people are tarnishing folk music."

"For such folk music, I would rather treat him as dead."

After the weekend was finished, the whole place was silent.

Although he did not say who these people were, anyone who was not a fool could tell that he was cursing Wei Yongcheng, the vice president of the Yanjing Folk Music Association.

Moreover, the scolding was deafening and the blood of those scolding was boiling.

These reporters don't understand folk music, but they also know that the current situation of folk music is indeed similar to what they said on the weekend.

When many people talk about folk music, they will refer to their ancestors and say that this is the culture passed down by their ancestors.

In the eyes of these stubborn people, it seems that something passed down from their ancestors must be elegant and elegant.

As soon as someone adapts folk music to become popular on the Internet, someone will immediately jump out and accuse it of not being folk music at all, but of tarnishing something belonging to our ancestors.

As everyone knows, music is meant to entertain the public, and there is no distinction between elegance and vulgarity.

This kind of arrogance and prejudice has become deeply ingrained.

After a lot of bombardment, Weekend finally felt good about scolding, but the reporters obviously still wanted to hear it.

"Ah~"

Weekend sighed and said, "As a Chinese, I don't want to see folk music become what it is now."

"But, that's what it is."

"The aloof folk music has long been separated from the masses and isolated from the people."

“If folk music wants to develop, it can only hope to get on the boat of the new era if it steps down from the altar and reaches ordinary listeners.”

"Finally, I have only one eulogy for folk music."

"Art has never been about riding on the heads of the masses; rather, it should bend down and serve as a beast for the masses."

At the end of the weekend, he directly used a poem by a great writer from the previous life and used it to severely scold the vice president of the Yanjing Folk Music Association.

Although this poem was used in this way by the weekend, and its level is far lower than the original version, it still brought a strong shock to the ears of reporters at the scene.

Art has never been about riding on the heads of the masses, but should bend down and serve as a beast for the masses.

With this sentence, he not only scolded Wei Yongcheng, but also the entire folk music industry.

The current folk music world is basically dominated by so-called "artists" like Wei Yongcheng. They hold high positions and enjoy state subsidies, but aren't they just riding on the heads of the masses?
ruthless.

It's too cruel.

This sentence on the weekend directly tore off Wei Yongcheng's underwear, and the people who scolded him were excited.

Reporters have already imagined that once this interview is broadcast, there will be an uproar on the Internet.

After the scolding, everyone felt much more comfortable over the weekend.

However, just cursing was not enough to relieve his anger on the weekend, so he took out the suona again.

This move surprised everyone present.

What did he want to do when he took out the suona at this time?
Swish.

All the eyes at the scene were attracted by the suona in Zhou Xing's hand.

At this time, Weekend suddenly smiled at everyone, wiped the reed, and spoke into the microphone.

"Folk music is dead. Let's cry together and see it off again."

???

Folk music is so great, can we all cry together?
What does it mean?
Everyone at the scene looked confused and didn't understand for a moment.

It was then that Weekend put the reed into his mouth.

Then, bring the suona to your mouth.

Take a deep breath and blow the suona hard.

The next second, a high-pitched suona sounded.

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