I Just Want to Copy Books in Peace

Du Caige was about to say, little sister, you made a mistake.

But he woke up suddenly, didn't he just find out that he had a daughter two days ago?

The name is... By the way, the name is "Cai Wei".

Picking Wei Picking Wei, Wei also stops.

This poem is often used to express feelings of nostalgia.

After finishing the call with Yan Yingzhen at that time, Du Caige felt inexplicable, so I just mentioned Duan Xiaochen, why are you angry with me?

Later, after reciting his daughter's name several times, he realized a little bit.

Perhaps the relationship between him and Yan Yingzhen has ended. They are now just "ex-boyfriends and ex-girlfriends", no longer a relationship between boyfriend and girlfriend, let alone a relationship between husband and wife.

But just by the name "Caiwei", the story between them is definitely not over yet.

"Caiwei," Du Caige cleared his throat, fortunately, when he first came across, he thought that Du Rongqi was his daughter and had already simulated the feeling of being a father, so he didn't feel too nervous and embarrassed, "Are you alright? ?"

"I'm not good, I'm so sad," the little girl sniffed, and could imagine tears falling from her little face like beads with a broken thread, "I want An An to come back to life."

Who is An An?

It shouldn't be a person, maybe it's her pet, Du Caige guessed, he said softly, "Did you tell your mother?"

"Not yet, Mama is working. And An An was given to me by Baba, I want to tell you first."

I see. Good thing I didn't talk nonsense. Although actually always wanted a cute little girl under the age of 10 to be her daughter, but having a daughter of this age, Du Caige found that she still didn't know how to communicate with each other.

Du Caige racked his brains, "Aren't you going to class today?"

"It's a holiday today."

"Whose cell phone did you take to call me?"

"This is Auntie Chen's phone."

Maybe the babysitter.

"Oh." Then Du Caige didn't know what to say.

On the contrary, the little girl babbled and talked a lot. Du Caige listened to it for a long time, and finally understood the main meaning: "I am a mushroom, blue and thin, Baba, you take me to eat ice cream, soothe my injured young heart, and you are not allowed to tell me. Mama, because Mama doesn't allow Caiwei to eat ice cream."

"Ice cream?" Du Caige was a little embarrassed.

Because, obviously, Yan Yingzhen couldn't be forbidding Cai Wei to eat because she couldn't afford ice cream, but was worried about her body.

This is the love and love of the parents of the child. Du Caige felt that in order to please the child, she would go against her parents' wishes.

and many more……

Speaking of Caiwei's parents...

It seems that I am her real father, right?

Well, that's okay. Ice cream is available.

Daddy Ken's Ao Wings can also be arranged in a pair.

Want something else to eat? Do you want chocolate?

Can I have a bunch of candied haws too?

Marshmallows and candy people are all arranged.

"Thank you Baba, Baba is the best! I love you Baba!" Xiao Caiwei immediately burst into laughter and said sweetly.

Du Caige felt that his heart was about to melt.

That's what it's like to be a dad. love love.

After making an appointment with Xiao Caiwei to meet an hour later, Du Caige hung up the phone, returned to the old man and the old lady, and continued to share his ideas: "I think music is of the times. The purest and most traditional folk music has been It can't keep up with the development of our current era and is destined to be marginalized. Even if it is not completely eliminated, it will only be inherited as a traditional art, a cultural heritage. But want to carry forward? Sorry, the current In the era, there is no suitable soil for them to live in. Just like giant pandas, they can only live in zoos now. If they are released into the wild, they will soon be extinct."

Hearing him say this, the old men and the old ladies all had gloomy faces, but they didn't say any bad words, they just listened to him quietly.

"I think folk music wants to attract the younger generation of listeners, and wants to continuously expand its audience and develop new blood.

You have to constantly seek innovation and change. In a more novel form, even with some musical elements close to the popular, to attract people's attention to the beauty of traditional art and learn to appreciate the beauty of classics. "Du Caige expounds the concept of national style songs on the earth.

"In other words, if you want people to appreciate folk music, you must first lead people in the door, right? If people don't even want to step in, and they don't want to learn more about your folk music, how can you let people appreciate it? "

A group of old men and women showed thoughtful expressions.

Huo Yanying didn't know where to find an old-fashioned jasper pipe, but there was no shredded tobacco in it, so he took a few sips and said, "Stinky boy, we haven't thought about these problems. However, how should the reform of folk music be changed? How should it be combined with elements of modern pop music? You should explain it clearly.”

Du Caige smiled and shook his head, he was a little proud, seeing that I made you lame, who made you bully me.

"I don't have a good idea. Let's listen to the two songs I wrote for "The Song of Burial Flowers" first."

"Okay, then listen first."

Du Caige did not prepare in advance, and wrote the song on the spot.

These old musicians all have a very deep foundation, just take a general look and you will know.

"These two pieces...the style is completely different."

"Yeah, the first one is fine, but what is the last one! This is also called folk music?"

The two versions that Du Caige carried, one is the version sung by Mr. Chen Li in the 87 Dream of Red Mansions version, and Mr. Wang Liping composed the music.

The other is the version sung by Internet singer Shuangsheng in order to promote the "Youth Edition of Dream of Red Mansions", composed by ancient musician litterzy.

In the two versions, the purpose of the soundtrack is different - one is to reproduce the classics in modern times, try to follow the ancient method and follow the original mood.

One is to promote the "youth version of Dream of Red Mansions". The so-called youth version, as everyone knows, is to attract young people, and naturally there will be more popular elements. These old men and women can understand it when they feel uncomfortable.

As for which version is better, Du Caige can't comment. He can only say that for him, the 87 version is more classic and more poignant, the new version of Shuangsheng is more modern, and the music theory is more in line with the aesthetics of modern people.

After thinking about it for a moment, he smiled and said, "I don't know how to improve the popularity of folk music. Or, let's record both versions, find someone to sing it, put it on the Internet, and see the comments of those young people? Cross the river by feeling the stones, and see how we can attract young people to listen to folk music, okay?"

"That's a good idea."

"The aunts and uncles, you play first, I have something else to do. By the way, thank you again for the soundtrack you recorded for me. I will thank you in the subtitles of the short film."

"Thank you so much, let's watch it when it's released."

Du Caige said with a smile: "This ten-minute short film will not be released. I will give you a copy when it is all done in the later stage. If the uncles and aunts give face, they will keep a copy. If you don't give face, wait for me to go. Just delete it secretly, it doesn't take up hard disk space."

"Haha, you are so funny, I like you more and more."

...

After Du Caige left, the old men and the old ladies were still in high spirits. They didn't want to end the show. They had to rehearse both versions of the funeral flower song twice to hear the effect of the finished song.

Anyway, this recording studio was opened by someone's students, so even if it took up a whole day, the students wouldn't dare to fret.

After they retired, they played music together all the year round. They cooperated tacitly and each had their own unique skills. After a little practice, they played the same way.

Both versions were played in full in no time.

Then the chatter started.

"It's actually quite interesting, isn't it?"

"I think the former version is very in line with the meaning of burying flowers in my mind. The latter version, how should I put it, my grandson and granddaughter may like it."

"Yes, I think the latter version is too lively and noisy. It doesn't have that kind of pensive, pessimistic and desolate feeling. It's not a dream of Red Mansions. But maybe this style will be more easily accepted by young people."

"Actually, it's a bit interesting to scrutinize what Xiao Du Gang said. You said, if we use this popular style of funeral flowers to attract young people to pay attention to folk music and classics. Then tell them that there are actually better versions. Oh, let's release the previous version at this time, hey!"

Some people also caught Huo Yanying and scolded him: "You said that you are an old man, how can you have such a good godson! I bah! You are a misunderstood son!"

Huo Yanying was triumphant: "Because I have a good relationship with his biological father, Du Zhiqiu, and I have been recognized early. Is this called the first to get the moon to understand? And in the early years, his biological father didn't like to see him, and he didn't like him to write. In pop music, I persuaded Du Zhiqiu that young people should go out and learn more, read the prosperity of the world, and find where their souls belong, so that they can write moving music."

"After listening to my persuasion a few times, Du Zhiqiu was able to reconcile with his son. Later, when Du Zhiqiu was dying, he knew that his wife was unreliable, so he asked Gu to give it to me, and asked me to take care of a few little Dus for him."

"So, is it right and proper for me to be Xiao Du's godfather?"

Speaking of this, someone suddenly interrupted: "I heard that Du Zhiqiu's death was related to his student surnamed Shen, isn't it? Why doesn't Xiao Du go to avenge his father?"

Huo Yanying touched her thick eyebrows and suddenly had a seizure: "revenge for what? Now is a legal society, do you still hope that Xiao Du, like his stupid brother, will come to the door with a knife and be sentenced for a few years? Du Zhiqiu I never want his son to do stupid things! As long as Xiao Du is successful, he keeps writing good music, which is to comfort Du Zhiqiu's spirit in heaven. Uh, it's better to find a beautiful wife in the future and have more children."

"Speaking of which, Sun Youjie."

"Why?" The elegant old lady gave him a blank look.

Huo Yanying said shyly, "Introduce your precious granddaughter to Xiao Du."

The elegant old lady Sun Youjie pouted, "But I think, their age difference is too big. Little Du is 34 or 35, right? My precious granddaughter is not yet 20 years old, so it is not very suitable."

Huo Yanying said sternly: "Love has nothing to do with status or age."

"Go!" a group of people yelled at him.