"The grass and trees in Mengxia Garden are long, and the towers are reflected in the pond~~

Daiyu returned to Xiaoxiang Pavilion, feeling ill and unable to get out of bed~~

I don’t take medicine, I don’t use ginseng, I don’t eat rice, I don’t even taste porridge~~

During the day, I am obsessed with love and tiredness, and at night I am sleepless and resentful~~"

…

In the interview room, a girl sang a piece behind the microphone along with the string instrument next to her.

A group of people listened very carefully.

Especially Qi Yuncheng, perhaps because of the experience he has gained, he is now more sensitive to some details.

Furthermore, it can be heard that she indeed learned from the videos on the Internet.

Most of them are the wife of the master and myself.

It tastes very similar.

Who said there are too few videos of the old man now? If enthusiasts want to learn, they can only search online, unlike before when the young master gave him a tape.

Mr. Luo's singing teaching there is so rare.

I'll have to discuss it with Mr. Ma when I have time to see if this recording can be made public, so that people who like drum music might benefit.

After singing, the room became quiet again.

Guo Degang nodded, "It can be seen that the cooperation is very good. Let me ask the old man first, are you noble?"

A famous person is calling me.

The grandfather was very excited and wanted to stand up quickly.

"No need, old man, just sit down."

When the old man heard this, he sat down again at a loss.

"Sixty-three this year! Play the elementary school string!"

Guo Degang asked again, "Have you retired?"

"retired."

"If you are retired and want to stay here, Deyun welcomes you."

In a word, Guo Degang feels like he has even become a drummer. Nowadays, there are very few drummers, so it’s just the right opportunity. Besides, the old man’s ability is not low.

If not, who else can be included?

Just send it over.

The old man must be happy to hear this, but it is obvious to the naked eye that he still cares about his granddaughter.

But as for girls, Guo Degang left it to his apprentice, "Yuncheng, what do you think?"

Qi Yuncheng originally thought of just watching from the side, but his master insisted on letting him speak, but the key girl's eyes were already on him and he had to speak.

"The singing is very good, and the taste is right! But maybe because of nervousness, the voice is relatively small. In this way, you don't need to trouble your grandpa to accompany you this time. You can sing a cappella by yourself, so don't be nervous.

Let’s have something else.”

"Then I will sing another iron drum."

"Oh, you can do this." The teacher's wife suddenly became happy next to her. She likes versatile people. The better the child is, the more likely he is to be on stage.

Qi Yuncheng said the same, "Sing, don't be nervous."

"OK."

This time the girl sang a section by herself, and she had almost nothing to say after she finished singing. She definitely wanted to.

Obviously, they came prepared and had the foundation. How could they do it without accepting it?

When they were leaving, the grandfather was very happy and kept thanking them.

This reminded Qi Yuncheng of Lanlan's grandfather, who unfortunately passed away early. He would have been very happy to see her become a disciple.

Not to mention his grandfather, several of his grandfathers died early.

I felt a little emotional for a while.

Then Meng Hetang went on to call the next person.

After that, the audition included singing and playing, and two people temporarily working together as a partner. This is what Deyun Club wants to see, and it would not be like this if there is no ability.

But some can and some can't.

More than 400 people signed up, most of whom came to try it out after hearing about the name Deyunshe who was practicing at home.

If you have potential, Deyun will recruit you. We will recruit students, not those who can work.

However, drum music also depends on talent, whether it is good enough for a group of people to listen to it.

That's why we only passed four this afternoon.

It’s not that they are too harsh. How harsh can one recruit students? Many people have the mentality of just trying to make up for it.

Not fully prepared.

The interview lasted until almost six o'clock.

A group of people went to eat.

At 7:30, they came over again and raced against time to see the students, fearing that it would be too late for the more than 20 students to go back.

Because there are probably people who come all the way to stay in the hotel.

But in the evening, in addition to the afternoon lineup, there was another Li Shusheng among the judges.

The more than 20 people who came over at night would have more comments. The gentleman who specializes in folk art education had his own opinions.

But maybe it’s because there is too little information online.

Students, both in the afternoon and in the evening, were singing Beijing-style drums of the Shi Niang Bai School.

Either Tan Qingwen or Daiyu burns the manuscript, and it is rare to see other singers.

There was only one person who played the sanxian well and attracted Hu Yi's attention. Learning the sanxian was not easy.

Everyone thinks that Zhou Jiu is a good player for his apprentice, but who knows about Zhou Jiu’s private practice? When he was studying at the base, he only played one place and two keys day and night, just to practice his hand strength.

It's very boring to do it all day long.

So the third-string player was also accepted.

After this, Guo Deggang started talking about the pendant. He had listened to Jingyun Dagu too much and wanted to hear the pendant. He liked this.

Unfortunately, there are no Zhuizi singers in Henan.

But after hearing a girl from Qingdao with a good voice, I had some ideas.

"Girl, how old are you!"

"I'm fourteen this year." The girl in the purple dress answered.

"You're fourteen? The kid is so tall now, and he looks really good now. Yuncheng's apprentice has been growing up since he was a kid. Can he sing the pendant?"

"Won't."

"Can you let the teacher teach you a few words?"

"good!"

Impatiently, Guo Degang invited the teacher next to him who specialized in singing this song. This teacher was named Wen Aiyun, and he often performed at the Deyun Drum Club.

The teacher is also looking forward to it. After all, no one can sing one day.

"Let's start, the first sentence, the twelfth lunar month of winter~~"

"The twelfth lunar month of winter~" The girl followed suit, her voice was not loud, but her pronunciation was accurate.

Wen Aiyun: "Snowflakes are floating~~"

Girl: "Snowflakes are falling~~"

Wen Aiyun: “As soon as I saw it, I arrived~~”

Girl: “As soon as I see it, it’s here~~”

Wen Aiyun: "Okay! That's it, the child is still young."

Word by word, Guo Degang said happily beside him, "Okay, I want you!"

"Thank you, teacher!"

The fourteen-year-old girl agreed and left happily.

Qi Yuncheng was also happy beside him. He raised his hand to sort out the papers that the master had put aside for passing. Just as he was sorting them out, he suddenly heard a shout.

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"What's wrong, Master?" Qi Yuncheng asked.
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