entertainment police

Chapter 377
Just as Min Xue thought, Lei's family has a long history, and even the place where they live has a profound cultural heritage.

That's right, the Lei family's old house is located in a small courtyard in an old alley. This courtyard was considered common in the past, but now it is affordable, status and value are indispensable.

Because only the old alleys can still maintain the original flavor of the old capital, making people linger and forget to return.

Climbing up the steps and entering the courtyard gate with red paint and green tiles, a row of down-to-earth purple morning glories are quietly climbing all over one side of the courtyard wall. Next to them is a gratifying vegetable field.

"Old man, I have found Min Xue, whom you have been looking forward to so much."

As soon as he entered the gate, Lei Jinghui yelled into the yard.

Min Xue followed Lei Jinghui and went straight to the study. In Lei Jinghui's words, "The old man must be reading in the study at this time."

Live to be old, learn to be old.

Ashamed and ashamed, Min Xue couldn't help making a comparison, and found that his reading time had obviously decreased recently. Taking advantage of the recent free time, he was looking for more?
It's so happy.

However, before the two of them took a few steps, they saw a completely unkempt old man wearing a white hurdle vest and oversized pants, standing up abruptly from the vegetable field.

"So fast? Why didn't you say hello in advance, you son of a bitch," the old man complained, and a pair of muddy hands patted Lei Jinghui twice, and the two big handprints appeared immediately.

Well, no matter how different it is, this person must be Lei Jianian and Lei Lao.

The old man said and turned his head to look at Min Xue, "Ahaha, the image of the old man came to see the guests, I'm rude, I'm rude."

Although the current look of the old man is a bit far from the image of the people's artist, it is still within the acceptable range.

Because after meeting Lei Jinghui, Min Xue had a general mental preparation for this family.

"Everyone's demeanor," Min Xue compared his thumbs.

Although it's not like picking chrysanthemums and seeing Nanshan leisurely under the eastern fence, it is not easy to have such a paradise and such a state of mind in the huge downtown.

Lei Lao Yile said, "Everyone, you are just a retired vegetable grower."

Although he doesn't care about his image, it's not the way to treat guests. Mr. Lei asked Lei Jinghui to take Min Xue to the living room first, and he changed his clothes before coming out again.

The snow-white exercise uniform, paired with silver hair and a goatee, has an air of immortality, completely different from before.

"Ever since I saw Xiaoyou's lyrics and music at Boran's place, I have been thinking about meeting up when I have a chance, and this time it finally happened." Mr. Lei said with emotion.

Lei Jinghui's hand holding the fan couldn't help but tremble, "Grandpa, our Da Min is a real person, don't you play such a foolish thing, didn't you see people and fix those fake ones?"

Min Xue was taken aback for a while, is that false?He suddenly realized that the first time he came to the door, he came with empty hands?Nothing?
Hey, it's a mess, and it's too careless.

Mr. Lei was also helpless with this son who didn't hold the door, blowing his beard and staring, "How old is a person, how can he talk?"

After cursing, Mr. Lei turned his head to Min Xuedao kindly, "Little friend, don't bother with this bastard! He is a literati, and we can make friends with poetry and prose. We can also be arty and make friends with lyrics and music. Don't pay attention to those vulgar etiquette."

Min Xue smiled, "I just want to learn from my seniors."

Old man Lei's eyes lit up, and he admired Min Xue because of his skill in lyrics and music. This is what art should be like.

Although reciprocity is a Chinese tradition, many of them have changed under the habits of the Chinese people, and the old man has been doing it for most of his life, and he is already tired of it.

Besides, people are almost buried, so how can they care about these mundane things.

"I listened to those few pieces of yours repeatedly, and the more I listened to them, the more wonderful they became. Come on, tell me about the specific creation process," Old Man Lei said, pulling Min Xue directly to the study.

"As for you," Old Lei turned pale as soon as he turned to Lei Jinghui, "Go and get out my jar of Longjing!"

"Longjing? The can that you are not willing to take out to drink when Mr. Peng comes?" Lei Jinghui couldn't believe it.

Old man Lei blew his beard again, "What nonsense!"

Drinking tea, especially good tea, has never been an easy task.

When Lei Jinghui finished the preparations and entered the study with his things, what he saw was the scene of the old man stroking his beard and laughing.

"You may not believe it, my friend, but the song "Young Aspirations Don't Sorrow" you wrote seems to be just like what the old man thought in his heart. It really has a tacit understanding."

"my pleasure."

The old man's decades of profound music skills are by no means comparable to ordinary people. The short conversation with Mr. Lei made Min Xue's thoughts clear, and some music problems suddenly became clear.

"Little friend is so young and has such a musical accomplishment. Congratulations. The old man looks forward to seeing more and better works of Xiaoyou in his lifetime."

At Mr. Lei's age, there is nothing more gratifying than watching the younger generation grow up and even surpass themselves.

"Recently, I came across a song and a song, and I just want to ask Mr. Lei to taste it."

When the conversation got excited, Min Xue didn't hide it, and just took out the song "I Love Your Motherland" to show off.

"Oh?" The old man's eyes lit up a few octaves immediately, "Is there a finished product?"

Min Xue didn't answer directly, but instead asked, "Can I borrow a pen and paper?"

A moment later, under the strong handwriting, lines of lyrics appeared.

"I love your motherland, I love your vigorous seedlings in spring, I love your golden fruits in autumn, I love your green pine temperament, and I love your red plum character!"

While Min Xue was writing, Mr. Lei couldn't wait to read it out.

When the whole poem was finished, Mr. Lei was overwhelmed, and the three words couldn't help but blurted out.

"Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!"

Although Lei Jinghui, who was pouring tea at the side, also felt that the words were well written and very graphic, but he habitually argued with his father, "What's so wonderful?"

Mr. Lei glared at him, "I asked you to learn music from me since you were a child, but you just don't want to learn music. Are you a numb child now?"

It is not difficult to see from Lei Jinghui's career that he has not embarked on the path of a pure musician. Maybe it is because he is not so interested in music?
"Yeah, I know you're an old professional, so come and analyze it," Lei Jinghui immediately put on his hat and changed the subject when his father brought up the old story again.

“字妙，词更妙！”

Mr. Lei stroked his beard with one hand, and held up the piece of paper that Min Xueshi just wrote the lyrics with, savoring it carefully.

"You should know the writing techniques of our Chinese traditional rhythm, right?"

This is not a pure music thing, Lei Jinghui can handle it, "Fubixing?"

"That's right, it's not really Bai Ding."

Mr. Lei's words made Lei Jinghui roll his eyes, "In your heart, your son is illiterate?"

Mr. Lei didn't answer the question at all, but began to seriously comment on the poem.

(End of this chapter)