Lin Yiran gave the big cat, kitten, cat nest, rice bowl and other supplies to the adopted girl. The other party obviously recognized her. When she left, she thanked her and did not forget to remind her: "Okay, go back quickly, "Songshu" is about to begin."

Lin Yiran returned home and her parents had already had enough food. Lin Yiran saw that her parents didn't mention raising cats anymore. She knew that she was passing the test and was in a good mood.

The food was already a little cold, but in the summer, she didn't care. She ate all the rice, then patted her belly, which had no bulge, and went out for a walk with her parents, and then came back to watch the TV.

Although Zhang Shouyi and Fang Qianxue didn't like the two songs in the semi-finals of their son, they still stood in front of the TV early and waited for the show to begin.

The old man originally had a lot of complaints about Zhang Yang participating in the show, but the song "On the Qingming Rain" changed his attitude towards this matter. In the last episode, Zhang Yang's two songs for the broken girl, especially the Cantonese song "When the Grapes Ripe", were also highly praised by the old man.

Although he couldn't understand.

So today the old man still did not go to bed early, but sat in front of the TV and waited for the show to begin.

In the Xingwu Hall of Qingcheng, Zhang Yongtai and his son were even more "looking at each other" about this episode, counting down almost every day. Tonight, they even had dinner early and then sat in front of the TV for more than an hour.

It was finally easy to wait until the show started, but Zhang Yang appeared after two advertisements.

Su Hui liked the Chinese style. He loved listening to "Qingming Rain" before and agreed to Lin Yiran and Zhang Yang to sing together, which was somewhat related to this.

She had heard from her daughter that Zhang Yang's two songs today were both Chinese. Although they were not classical Chinese style like "Qingming Rain", they were both metal and rap, but they were still looking forward to it.

Lin Canghai can not give Zhang Yang face, but he cannot give his daughter a face, and even more so he can give his wife a face. So after making a few job calls, he also sat down in front of the TV, waiting to see what song Zhang Yang will sing again this time.

"I would like to invite the next student: Zhang Yang, bring us his original song "Huo Zongxia"!"

Finally, when the host said such a name, the three of the Lin family felt energetic. Seeing Zhang Yang appearing in a white-clothed and golden dragon, Lin Canghai and Su Hui had a shiny feeling.

Su Hui smiled and said, "I didn't expect that Zhang Yang is quite suitable for wearing Hanfu, and this outfit is good."

Lin Canghai glanced at his wife and signaled her not to say such things. Su Hui understood, smiled slightly, and said to Lin Yiran: "Better than your father."

Lin Canghai glared at him and before he could speak, he heard a drum sound. Su Hui exclaimed lightly, and Lin Canghai also said, "Big Drum?"

It was nothing more than the two of them that even Lin Suyuan, who had tried Chinese style, used mostly accompaniment instruments such as guzheng, guqin, erhu, pipa, etc., and almost no one had touched the big drum.

The couple was surprised and looked at the TV screen even more.

"Here is here! Here!"

In the Xingwu Hall in Qingcheng, Zhang Yongtai and his family were excited, and Zhang Yongtai and Zhang Hongkang and his son paid special attention to the information introduction in the lower left corner of the screen.

Song: "Huo Zongxia"

Lyrics by Zhang Yang

Composition: Zhang Yang

Singing: Zhang Yang

Special Martial Arts Instructor: Zhang Yongtai

Special guest performer: Zhang Hongkang

...

Seeing those two lines of words, Zhang Yongtai felt relieved and warm. Even though he knew that almost no one would notice these, he was a little moved. This was the favor of the program team and even more of a cheerful kindness.

"Dong! dong! dong dong dong..."

The drum sounds rolling like thunder, with a kind of momentum that shocks the soul. This drum sound has already made many people in front of the TV feel very disappointed.

Especially many elderly people who rarely hear such Chinese drums on TV. Even though they had no impression of Zhang Yang before, they couldn't help but feel good about them now.

It is rare that young people remember what their ancestors left behind!

The erhu, pipa and guzheng later made the favorable feelings in these old people increase.

"This kid is OK!"

Chu Yu was holding the beautiful blue and white one, holding it and preventing it from running away, while watching TV and listening to music seriously, he suddenly heard grandpa's voice.

She turned around in confusion and saw that the old man had arrived at his living room at some time, standing at the door staring at the TV, and his father followed behind him.

My mother Li Yuan also realized that the old man was coming. She stood up in surprise and panic in a hurry to greet him. The old man waved his hand and said, "Don't talk."

Li Yuan had no choice but to stop and glance at her husband Chu Feng, who winked at her and signaled her to rest assured.

The old man heard Duan Dagu and his expression was excited. He simply walked to his granddaughter and sat down. He focused on his voice and asked again: "What is the one made of this drum?"

Chu Yu said without looking back: "My mother doesn't speak, and I don't speak either."

Li Yuangang poured tea over and said angrily, "How come you, a child, talk to your grandfather?"

Chu Yu raised his chin, and even his mother ignored him.

The old man waved his hand and said with a smile: "I'm afraid I can't hear it clearly, and I'm not saying that you won't let your mother speak... Is this Erhu good too?"

Chu Yu was about to speak, but the old man's ears slammed and exclaimed: "Big gong? There is actually a sound of a gong?"

Chu Yu didn't notice that it was the sound of the gong, but after hearing what my grandfather said, he naturally knew that it would be fine. He snorted proudly, "Of course, he is a genius!"

While talking, Zhang Yang pulled out the folding fan on the wall-mounted TV, swung it gently, and started singing the lyrics:

"Scared! How many rounds will you have, the ring will be waiting..."

The old man listened to the passage, and the more he heard it, the deeper his brows frowned, and finally couldn't help saying, "What's the matter with this singing? I'll ruin the things left by my ancestors!"

Before Chu Yu could refute, he heard the delicate opera style like a clear spring in a mountain stream, slowly flowing out: "The years passed in the small town, the clear courage."

The old man who was still disdainful was moved just now and closed his eyes and listened carefully. Before he could hear it, he heard the boy on TV screaming "Haohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuohuo

Chu Yu burst out laughing, glanced at the old man, and then "had a lot" up, seeing the old man glaring at him, glaring back, and said proudly: "Then don't listen?"

Far away in Qingcheng, Zhang Yang's grandfather also wanted to scold his grandson, "If you don't sing it well, what are you singing about? It's really a waste of the big drum erhu pipa..."

The old man didn't have the time to listen to the messy lyrics on TV, so he thought about looking for some reasons to scold his son.

It is not unfair to the son's faults that the father did not have.

At Zhang Yang's home, Zhang Shouyi, who had no feelings for this song, heard it for a while, and couldn't help but "tsk" and turned to look at his wife, with a surprised look on his face, dragging the long tail sound "ah" and his expression seemed to have discovered something amazing, and it was a little unbelievable: "Listen to this song carefully, it seems to be nice..."

Zhang Wei curled his lips and said, "It sounds nice!"

Fang Qianxue said angrily: "I forgot what you said when I heard it?"

Zhang Shouyi scratched his head, and he was a little puzzled, "I really thought what this sing was like..."

Lin Canghai and Su Hui have good ability to accept novel things, but after listening to this song, it was still a little difficult to accept for a while. They liked that drama very much, while other parts were a little frowning.

But when they heard the second paragraph, both of them slowly tasted some flavor. This melody... seems pretty good?

Lin Yiran sat on the sofa, nodding his head in the melody and rhythm. At the same time, he did not forget to observe his parents' expressions, with a faint smile and expectation in his eyes. Seeing that his parents were serious, he did not notice his observation, and he felt more and more happy.

"Who is the world, so what about the number one?"

"We respect martial arts, and we respect martial ethics"

"The world is hard to predict. Who is the strong? Who is the qualification to unify the martial arts world?"

Following the subtitles, Lin Canghai sighed: "These sentences are well written!"

Before he could finish his speech, he listened to the opera singing again, and hurriedly listened to the song.

No one paid attention to him, the mother and daughter next to him.

Since Chu Yu remembered, the old man who came to his home for the first time finally finished a long paragraph of "bastard content". He listened to the delicate singing again. After closing his eyes and listening carefully, he took a breath of "hiss".

Taking advantage of the "bad content" again, the old man turned to Chu Yu and asked, "What's this kid's name? Do you think he wrote "The Legend of the Condor Heroes"?

Although Chu Yu was dissatisfied with his grandfather disturbing him from listening to music, he knew better that he could turn back and listen slowly. If he was angry with his grandfather at this moment, he would smash Zhang Yang's gold medal to the ground.

"For Yang Guo's sake, I'll help you. If you don't let Yang Guo marry Guo Fu, you're worthy of my endurance!"

Chu Yu hummed in his heart, "Yeah" and added: "He also wrote a song "On the Qingming Rain" before, which is to commemorate his grandmother, and it should be more suitable for your wishes."

The old man sighed and said regretfully: "A such a good seedling, even if he learns to sing opera, is better than being here!"

Chu Yu rolled his eyes and said, "It's Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo, Huo Zongxia, the name of this song is "Huo Zongxia". Zhang Yang has learned Huo Jiaquan since he was a child. The boxing person next to him is the authentic successor of Huo Jiaquan!"

The old man was stunned when he heard this, and seemed to have thought of something. He turned to his son and asked, "Didn't you say some time ago that who wants to make a movie about Huo Zongxia?"

Chu Feng smiled and said, "It's hard for you to remember, Zhou Fengyi, the name of the movie seems to be "Huo Zongxia", and I'm still asking me to invest."

The old man asked again: "How is this song?"

Chu Feng thought for a while before saying, "I sounded very well, had a good lyrics, and I sang that opera especially well. However, in general, people of Yuer and his age should prefer this style."

"It's just for young people to see!"

The old man sighed, nodded slowly, and said, "Look back and see how the response is."

Chu Feng naturally understood what his father meant, glanced at his daughter, and smiled and said, "Don't you thank your grandpa?"

Before Chu Yu could understand it, he asked, "What does it mean?"

Li Yuan glared at her daughter angrily, and Chu Feng smiled and said, "If this song is popular, you can use it as the theme song of the movie. How about it? Zhou Fengyi's theme song of the movie will be ruined, will your Miss Chu recommend it twice or twice?"
Chapter completed!