Hou Yuanmei.
Hua Xia's famous pipa player, the representative of the modern four-string pipa.
Director of the Hua Xia Music Association, Vice President of the Hua Xia Pipa Society, Professor of the Hua Xia Music Academy (retired).
Served as the head of the Hua Xia Music Academy, won the first Hua Xia Art Festival Golden Cup Award, visited many countries in Europe, Asia, and North America, participated in the Helsinki World Art Festival in Finland, Japan's "Silk Road Concert", etc …
"…" Zhang Ke was stunned by the series of honors and titles in the information.
His first reaction was, if the man next to him who stole his golden spot was so awesome, why hadn't he heard of him before?
Was it because … he lacked musical talent, or was traditional music really in decline, so much so that even a top master in the industry had to find a way to promote traditional music?
Zhang Ke thought it was both.
After using the holographic glasses to check the information, Zhang Ke returned to the virtual world.
After returning, the way Zhang Ke looked at the man next door immediately changed. It was filled with admiration and curiosity.
"Finished checking?" Hou Yuanmei was used to Zhang Ke's expression and the latter kept nodding.
Of course, no matter how high Hou Yuanmei's status was, it still couldn't change Zhang Ke's initial opinion. "Sir, I still say the same thing, your pipa class will definitely fail."
"Maybe, you can open a guitar class and recruit a few students."
"Thank you for your kind words ~" Hou Yuanmei said and clasped his hands together and remained in this position. Five seconds later, Hou Yuanmei's immortal-like cartoon body turned into a void of starlight and shattered.
He left the virtual world.
When the dream space that didn't exist in reality gradually disappeared in front of his eyes and the old white walls of his home appeared in his vision, Hou Yuanmei subconsciously took off the holographic glasses and rubbed his eyes.
When the glasses were taken off, the scene in front of him became blurry.
Hou Yuanmei then remembered that his myopia was more than 400 degrees.
There were many options for the outer layer of the holographic glasses. If the user was myopic, they could also choose a myopic lens of the corresponding degree. In addition, the glasses also provided adjustable options for myopic users, allowing myopic users to experience a clear and delicate virtual world.
Ever since she put on the holographic glasses, Hou Yuanmei had thrown the original glasses aside. Even when she went out on the streets, she still wore the holographic glasses.
After changing her clothes and walking out of the house, Hou Yuanmei casually used the virtual WeChat app to call a cab.
"Master, let's go to Sanlitun."
The driver looked at him strangely.
…
Everyone in Beijing knew about Sanlitun. It had the biggest bar street in Hua Xia. Every night, this place was simply a paradise for handsome men and beautiful women.
When Hou Yuanmei arrived at the bar, it was already close to evening. However, the bar street that used to be crowded with handsome men and beautiful women at this time was as deserted as it was during the day.
Hou Yuanmei walked into a familiar alley and turned a few corners before arriving in front of an old residential building.
After knocking on the door for a long time, a middle-aged man with a ponytail, ripped jeans, and a black leather jacket opened the door with a confused expression.
When the thin, fashionably dressed uncle saw Hou Yuanmei standing outside, he froze for a moment and quickly made a welcoming gesture. "Teacher, why are you here?"
"If you need anything, just send me a WeChat message and I'll go find you."
Hou Yuanmei walked into the small room that was less than 20 square meters. After sitting on the only small sofa in the room, he looked at the disciple and then looked at the snack box on the small table.
He couldn't help but shake his head and said regretfully, "Xiao Xia, I told you to go back to your hometown to develop. With my face and your talent. I can also help you become the deputy head of a local cultural and art group. Why do you have to stay in Beijing and delay your life? "
"Look at the life you're living now."
"It's pretty good now." The middle-aged man named Xiao Xia smiled and poured water for his teacher. At the same time, he said, "Going back to my hometown is stable, but this life is just like that."
"There are plenty of opportunities in Beijing."
"Your opportunity is to be a bar guitarist in Sanlitun?" Hou Yuanmei stared at him with his wrinkled old eyes. "Look at you, you don't even have a wife."
Xiao Xia handed the hot water to his teacher and then moved a bench to sit across from him. He smiled freely. "I don't want to find one. I'm a little famous in Sanlitun now. There are too many girls who like me."
"Hehe ~ Why are you still at home when you're a little famous? Why don't you go to the bar and play guitar?"
"This …" Xiao Xia was suddenly speechless.
He wasn't bragging. In the past, the guitarist Xiao Xia was indeed a little famous in Sanlitun. There were even some small bands that threw him an olive branch.
But …
Ever since the virtual world of Monster Industries went online, the group of young men and women who liked to come to Sanlitun suddenly found their way into the virtual world like scattered soldiers.
How could the temptation of dancing compare to the virtual world?
What kind of American joke was this?
The bar was empty for a few days. The extremely mobile bar guitarist Xiao Xia naturally lost his job temporarily.
"Work with me." Hou Yuanmei suddenly said.
"Teacher, what did you say?" Xiao Xia suspected that he had misheard. "Go back with you to play guitar or pipa?"
Hou Yuanmei's right hand turned inward and made a gesture of fingers deftly fiddling with the air.
Xiao Xia of course recognized this gesture as the gesture of playing the pipa.
That's right ~
Xiao Xia, the guitarist who was a little famous in Sanlitun, was a young folk music master who had won many gold medals in pipa competitions.
Faced with his teacher's invitation, Xiao Xia smiled bitterly and shook his head. "I'm not going."
"Folk music is not as declining as you think." Hou Yuanmei knew what her proud disciple was thinking. "Do you remember that year in Europe at the Helsinki World Art Festival in Finland, our folk music delegation received warm applause?"
"Now Western musical instruments dominate, but that doesn't mean there's no room for our folk music to develop."
"Music is inclusive. As long as it's a beautiful sound, it has its own room for development."
"If there's room for development, teacher, you wouldn't have only participated in one international concert. You said you didn't like fame and fortune, but secretly left the rest of the participation opportunities to those young people." Xiao Xia was unmoved. "According to your qualifications, which art activity related to folk music didn't send you an invitation?"
"In the end, isn't it because there are too few opportunities? In order to give the students a chance to show themselves, you gave the slots to others?"
"What can I do to help you?"
Hearing her disciple expose her unknown thoughts, Hou Yuanmei let out a long sigh and smiled bitterly.
Yes, there were too few opportunities.
But because of this, she had the obligation to carry forward the heritage of folk music.
Therefore, Hou Yuanmei said to her disciple, "I opened a pipa training class. You can be the teacher. I'll give you a salary and give you a student commission."
Facing her disciple's gaze, Hou Yuanmei said softly, "Open a training class in the virtual world."
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