Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 728 Not anymore (second update)
"Isn't it his voice?" Xu Yuhan said with a smile.

"I just said it sounds like it, why don't you go up and act by yourself? Can't parents help to act?"

"Parents can help with the performance, but they don't need me to go up for this sketch, just record a piece of sound." Not only is it unnecessary, he is not suitable to go up.

The sketch on the stage was still going on, Peng Peng took out a scroll from the painting bucket, and pretended to draw on it with a brush.Min Ah took the flute and began to play "Song of the Wind in the Snow".

After Pengpeng finished the painting, the projector projected the picture onto the large subtitles behind.

In the painting, a person is walking in the wind and snow with a bag on his back, and the far shore is full of purple lilacs...

When "Song of the Wind in the Snow" sounded, music and painting were perfectly combined and complemented each other.

Both the painter Pengpeng and the musician Min Ya were fascinated by this scene. They suddenly discovered the beauty of other arts. Music, art and poetry should not be separated, they can be perfectly integrated.

The story of this skit itself is not outstanding, the plot, lines, and scenes are all average.The highlight of the program lies in the three points of poetry and painting. Pengpeng showed the audience his paintings through sketches, and Min Ya also blew the hard-won tune and the beautiful poem. The combination of the three Going together gives the audience a very good feeling.

If these three things are presented separately, a poem recitation, a flute solo, and a painting may not arouse the interest of the audience at all.

They may think it's pretty good when they listen to the music, but they don't know what the music expresses, and they can only understand a few lines in it when they listen to the poems, and the paintings are even more boring.

But when they listen to the music, look at the painting, and think about the poem they just heard, the whole picture and situation come out.

……

Zhang Zhong, Liu Feng and the others were waiting for the two little girls at the door of the lecture hall, and the principal Fei Mingchuan also ran over to chat with them.

"Zhang Pengpeng and Liu Minya's program was very exciting. While showing their talents, they also showed the profound theme of art being equal." Fei Mingchuan boasted with a smile.

Zhang Zhong said, "This is all thanks to the teachers."

"Mr. Zhang is being modest. I heard from Mr. Li that the script of this skit is the same as last year. It is completely written by you, and I also heard that the poem in it was also written by you yourself?"

"Well, I think this poem is quite suitable for their program."

"It's more than a fit, it's a perfect fit."

Several people were chatting here, and some parents they knew also ran over to say hello.

After all, Pengpeng has been in school for a year and a half, and Zhang Zhong also met many parents in school. Although he doesn't communicate much with each other, because Zhang Zhong is a celebrity, others treat him differently.

Seeing him and the principal at this moment, they unconsciously surrounded him.

Zhang Zhong was in a good mood at the moment, he didn't leave in a hurry just because people surrounded him, instead he stayed where he was and chatted with everyone.

He has a good memory, and he has basically met each other, and he can remember the parents who passed each other's names.

If they were called out by ordinary parents, everyone might not feel much, but they would feel flattered when they were called out by Zhang Zhong, and they couldn't help but feel a little close to Zhang Zhong.

"Congratulations on being shortlisted for the Goncourt Literature Prize." A parent suddenly congratulated Zhang Chong.

The Goncourt Prize for Literature is not as famous as the Nobel Prize for Literature, and even the Nobel Prize for Literature is not well known, so many parents present do not know what the Goncourt Prize for Literature is, but they heard It is a literary award, so naturally everyone is happy for Zhang Zhong.

"congratulations."

"incredible."

Fei Mingchuan also knew that many people did not understand the Goncourt Literature Prize. He said as if explaining to others, "It is indeed worthy of congratulations. This Goncourt Literature Prize is the world's top literary award. So far, we Asians have not It is a precedent to win this award, if you can finally win the award, you will also be No.1 in Asia.”

After being raised by Fei Mingchuan, all kinds of compliments poured in.

"Otherwise, Zhang Chong is the light of our Jiangyang."

"It's the light of China. We haven't had such a Wenqu star in China for many years."

These parents are actually not very old, usually in their 30s, and hearing the word Wenquxing from their mouths is quite offensive.

He smiled and waved his hands, "It's not that exaggerated. It's just a literary award. I'm only shortlisted for the first round. Even if I win the award, I can't say I'm No. 1 in Asia."

"that's humble."

"Yeah, it's too modest."

Everyone was chatting, Peng Peng and Min Ya came out from the backstage, Zhang Zhong and Liu Feng took two little girls and said goodbye to others.

In order to celebrate the success of today's performance, Liu Feng waved his hand again and wanted to take them to a big meal.

Just in time for the festival, the two families could be regarded as friends, so they went to the city together.

Pengpeng and Minya worked hard to rehearse for so many days, and for this day, naturally one was happier than the other.

"Min Ah said that when she grows up, she will compose music and put it with my paintings."

On the way to the restaurant, Peng Peng said excitedly.

"It's pretty good, maybe you can make a combination in the future." Hu Huifang laughed.

"Yeah, but it will take a long time. Minya can't compose music yet, unlike me, she can draw by herself."

Zhang Zhong tapped Pengpeng's forehead lightly with his finger, "It doesn't mean you are better than her, you know?"

"I know." Pengpeng nodded and said, "Although she doesn't know how to compose her own music yet, many of the tunes she plays are nice, but I can't play well."

Before that, Minya gave Pengpeng a flute, and Pengpeng pretended to learn it for a few days, but finally gave up.

On the other hand, Minya, although not as good at painting as Pengpeng, still has some basic skills.

"Father, when Minya knows how to compose music, will you help us write poems?" Pengpeng asked while holding Zhang Zhong's arm.

Zhang Zhong nodded softly and said, "Write, I will keep writing for you until I can't write anymore."

"I won't let you write all the time, just write for us once in a while. Lin Zizhao in our class said that it is very expensive for you to write a poem. It costs a lot of money." Pengpeng said with a smile.

Hearing Pengpeng's words, Zhang Zhong frowned, "Don't judge a poem by its cost or not, it's not good, you know?"

Seeing his father suddenly become serious, Peng Peng nodded obediently and said, "I know, it won't happen in the future."

(End of this chapter)