Chapter 7 Artist?I don't deserve it!
Taking a deep breath, Zhao Mingya suddenly felt.
It is not unreasonable to say that men are big pigs.
"Don't explain it to me, you have to talk to her about it."
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Li Jinglin smiled awkwardly and nodded hastily.
Zhao Mingya covered her face.
My mother is only 37 this year, and the children are still young, so why is it like experiencing the feeling of being a mother-in-law in advance?
When she came to the room, Luo Shiyao didn't seem to want to look at Li Jinglin, so she picked up the menu and started ordering.
"Drool chicken, pine flower elbow, cumin beans, oh, poplar nectar for dessert."
At first, Li Jinglin was a little awkward and a little nervous.
But hearing the dishes Luo Shiyao ordered, I couldn't help feeling a surge of warmth in my heart.
These are all my favorite dishes.
After nearly three years of separation, the two have changed from ignorant boys and girls in adolescence to mature young men and women.
But she still remembers these.
Luo Shiyao cast a glance at Li Jinglin.
He found that Li Jinglin was looking at him.
Qiao blushed, as if trying to cover up in a hurry, and suddenly said viciously.
"Add more spice! Spicy this stinky man to death!!"
The waiter's eyes were a little weird.
Zhao Mingya couldn't hold back her laughter.
His face was tense, but he kept shaking.
so fun! Eating melons at close range is simply too spicy! ! Soon, the waiters started serving the dishes.
After serving the dishes, the awkward silence was finally diluted.
Began to eat.
"Okay, let's talk."
Luo Shiyao put down the bowl and chopsticks, and let out a long breath.
I feel that something is wrong in my heart, and the food is not delicious.
"You've developed well abroad, why did you suddenly return to China? Don't tell me you're just here for fun!"
"There are various reasons, but I really want to come and have fun. I'm too tired."
Li Jinglin also put down the bowl and chopsticks.
He pouted.
After a little deliberation, he took a sip of happy water and opened his mouth slowly.
"I choose music, the violin, because I like it."
"But I still remember how my parents felt embarrassed because of financial problems, but they gritted their teeth and still chose to support me."
"I still remember that in order for me to watch the master's performance up close, my parents rushed to get tickets. They took me in a green leather car and wandered to the big city, carefully calculating the expenses along the way."
"At that time, I decided that after I had learned something, I must do something."
Li Jinglin's words made Luo Shiyao and Zhao Mingya slightly distracted.
Those who study music are all rich people. Although this sentence is a fallacy, it actually has a certain basis.
It cannot be said absolutely that poor families cannot produce noble children, and grassroots families cannot produce elites.
But in comparison, the output is still too little. Luo Shiyao and Zhao Mingya's family backgrounds are both very good.
It can also be regarded as a literary family.
On the contrary, Li Jinglin's grassroots background is really rare in the circle.
"Art is a seasoning agent in the lives of the people, a light that can guide morality, purify the soul, and something that can delight the public and delight the public in a positive way."
"I am not denying classics or heights. I just think that if you are really engaged in art, you should try your best to present excellent things to the public in a simpler, easier and faster way, in line with the changes of the times."
"Art that is divorced from the masses is no longer art."
Having said that, Li Jinglin sighed.
The eyes are a little erratic, as if very dazed.
"But what am I doing? I hold a [-] million violin in my hand, and in a luxurious venue with tens of millions of dollars, I perform to the so-called celebrities who are worth more than [-] million yuan what they think is superior! To add to the fun of the reception where they can negotiate tens of billions of business ! How ironic!!"
"I feel like I'm imprisoned in an ivory tower called the Hall of Masters, performing for the so-called celebrity society, enclosing the land for self-entertainment, and enjoying my own solitude."
For a moment, Luo Shiyao and Zhao Mingya were silent.
In fact, sometimes, this is unavoidable.
Whether it is art or art appreciation, there is really an objective "knowledge" threshold.
Appreciation may be subjective,
But if you are engaged in this industry and gradually develop upwards, such a vicious circle is inevitable.
But is there really a threshold?
No.
In fact, art is the most intuitive thing that is close to the soul and touches emotions most intuitively.
"It's not actually a conflict."
Zhao Mingya pondered a few words before speaking.
"I think there must be a threshold to engage in the art industry, and the threshold must be high, but there should be no threshold for art appreciation."
"Yes, that's what I thought too."
Li Jinglin nodded.
"Later, I figured it out. The music I want is to play, and to let more ordinary people play together."
“How can art be kept in captivity?”
Speaking of this, Li Jinglin thought of a lot.
Even thought of the words of the great man.
[Chinese art should unswervingly follow the mass line]
At present, domestic art troupes are also undergoing corresponding innovations.
Because times change so fast.
Art has gone astray.
It is precisely because of this that Zhao Mingya and Luo Shiyao will try to get in touch with the entertainment industry.
Watch, learn, and explore.
It can be said.
In the future, there will only be more and more "national team" level teachers coming to the entertainment industry, and their tricks will become more and more new.
"If the really good art continues to be superior, then the consequence can only be that bad money drives out good money, and those ghosts and snakes who are named in the name of art become popular, but instead tarnish the name of art, and make the common people reject the word art."
"Come from the masses, go back to the masses, and make art that doesn't deviate from reality. Only then can you be called an artist."
"Besides, entering the entertainment circle, expanding influence, competing for the right to speak, and grabbing the position of public opinion in the confrontation between Xingzheng and capital, I think it is also what artists should do."
Having said this, Li Jinglin lowered his head in some melancholy.
"But the me I am now, right? Is the me I am now worthy of it?"
"I'm not worthy!"
"They call me an artist, but I just blush. What kind of artist am I?"
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After a moment of silence, Li Jinglin suddenly smiled, looking very free and easy.
"Besides, I'm really tired. It's not that I don't play the piano anymore. What's the matter with playing?!"
"While you're young, it's good to have some wives."
"Look, if you come to the entertainment industry, you can make money, keep my art from being divorced from reality, expand my influence, grab the right to speak out in public opinion, and assume the responsibility of social guidance that literary and art workers should do. You are a fool if you don't come .”
"Don't say what your identity is, come to the draft to be ashamed, there is no shame or not, I only care about whether this can achieve my goal, the draft, the draft, the selection is all brain-dead, what's the point of choosing? Watch me blow him up."
"Bullying rookies? There are some players older than me."
"Playing, just playing. Anyway, I don't have any talent, and I don't deserve to be called an artist. I'm just a musician who can play the violin and wants to enter the entertainment industry. What's wrong? It's okay."
Hearing these "fallacies and heresies", Zhao Mingya immediately rolled his eyes.
Good hanging suffocation in the past.
It is the first time Zhao Mingya has seen such a high height and dare to play so big.
Luo Shiyao even covered her face.
But still very worried.
Today's social inertia will make many people think that you, the master, should go to the occasion where the master performs, perform the works that the master should perform, and let people who can understand the master's performance listen.
Li Jinglin felt that this was wrong.
But that's what Luo Shiyao was worried about.
Because, such an approach will not only cause criticism from the public, but also criticism from the industry insiders in the original circle.
The pressure to bear comes from both sides.
But as Li Jinglin said.
Playing the piano all my life, why not fry fish while I was still young? "Okay, I get it."
Luo Shiyao nodded.
Show a smile.
"I won't persuade you any more."
This is not only because Luo Shiyao knows that no one can change what Li Jinglin decides.
It's not because Luo Shiyao knows that what Li Jinglin pursues is the purest music.
In fact, Luo Shiyao is not bad at all in terms of artistic understanding to be able to join the national team and become the principal dancer.
play.
This is the most important point in art.
What is art.
Isn't it just for fun! Music, dance, calligraphy, painting... These things should not be a burden for children, but a part of entertainment.
For example, some comedy masters, cross talk masters, and sketch masters.
They can't let go of their airs and blindly pursue the deified art.
I want to have fun with the people, and I want to entertain and teach, but I forget the essence of comedy, and the whole story is sensational and preaching.
The consequences of such twisting are not only frequent criticism, but more It is to let countless vulgar jokes start to pour in, which makes the atmosphere worse and separates the audience and creators even more.
We must not forget that the key point of entertaining and teaching is to have fun.
Music and dance are the same.
In the following dinner, the three of them also had some discussions on this.
For example, analyze the nature of popular music communication.
How to draw on these essences.
Of course, the gains are not small.
"Okay, you two can continue to eat."
Zhao Mingya saw that the conversation was almost over, so she smiled, stood up on her own initiative, and found an excuse to leave.
"I have something to do later, so I'll go first."
"Yeah, Ms. Zhao, go slowly."
Luo Shiyao and Li Jinglin stood up and wanted to see Zhao Mingya off.
"Don't, don't give it away, you two continue to eat, I'll slip away first."
Zhao Mingya waved her hand, stepped on her high heels and left the restaurant.
Li Jinglin and Luo Shiyao were left staring wide-eyed.
"Ahem. This chicken is quite spicy."
Not knowing what to say, Li Jinglin touched his mouth, trying to dilute the embarrassment.
"Humph!"
Luo Shiyao stared at Li Jinglin.
This made Li Jinglin's heart skip a beat.
Sure enough, as soon as sister Zhao left, something would happen.
But this time, Luo Shiyao didn't continue to explode.
"If you know you've only been abroad for two and a half years, why break up?!"
"I didn't expect this either."
Li Jinglin laughed sarcastically.
Play stupid.
The unexpected meeting made both of them feel a little overwhelmed.
"what about now?"
Luo Shiyao couldn't help asking.
But my heart is still a little uneasy, tangled, twisted.
Still a little excited and a little tempted.
It is a lie to say that there is no emotion. After so many years of resentment, worry, and regret, after venting the resentment, I feel a little bit itchy.
The reddish face was lifted up, and the eyes were a little shy to avoid, but still mustered up the courage, and stared at Li Jinglin with wandering eyes.
Even the tone of voice became gentler, and she was completely different from the irritable girl who vented her resentment before.
"What kind of relationship do we have now?"
The atmosphere gradually became a little ambiguous.
Seeing the pretty face that was gradually approaching and getting closer, Li Jinglin's heart suddenly beat uncontrollably.
The memory of kissing Luo Shiyao in the past gradually emerged in his mind.
The blood was a little restless.
(End of this chapter)