The lanterns have just started to light up, and the major business districts that have just started nightlife are busy.

Jiang Mingchu's family of three had just walked out of the restaurant and were walking slowly, digesting the food in their stomachs.

Uncharacteristically, my daughter did not stare at the phone all the time. Instead, she looked around like a sentinel mongoose.

"Quick, dad, this way! This way!" Suddenly, the daughter shouted, waved to the back, and got into the group of people in front.

Seeing this crowd, Jiang Mingchu suddenly understood.

Alas, I was still fooled!

My daughter is trying to catch a duck!

No wonder my daughter was clamoring to go out to eat today and refused to eat at home! It turned out to be for this reason!

Jiang Mingchu is a professor of vocal music and works at Dongcheng University of the Arts, which is also a well-known art school. Many big names in the art and entertainment circles are from this school.

He was born in a major and has a senior professional title of second-level actor. He has also taught many students and is a frequent guest at many evening parties.

His daughter is entering her senior year of high school, which is when she is most busy with studies. Jiang Mingchu once thought about letting her study art, but to Jiang Mingchu's helplessness, her daughter didn't seem to have inherited her artistic talent at all. Like other teenagers, she likes to brush and shake.

Music, watching live broadcasts, catching up on TV dramas, and all kinds of complaints.

Every time he saw the barrage flying all over the sky on his daughter's screen, he felt dizzy. He really didn't know how children today, under such information bombardment, can understand and appreciate art, and other people's barrage writing.

No matter how good you are, if it is not your own understanding, how can it be the same?

Maybe this is the generation gap. Today's young people have long been accustomed to information bombardment and receiving fast and dense information, but they are not used to independent thinking.

After all, many questions already have answers, so the process is not important.

In this fast-paced era, I’m afraid no one can calm down and make art anymore...

Recently, my daughter has been obsessed with a street singing show. She holds her mobile phone almost every night, chatting and having fun there. While enjoying herself, she has voice chats with a group of friends, yelling and screaming, and the screen of her mobile phone

The pictures on the screen are cut back and forth very quickly.

In their words, this is called "stall hopping", which is the same concept as "island hopping".

There are dozens of contestants competing every night, and there are dozens of songs played at the same time, and there is always one they like.

Whenever someone sings a song they like, they start to notify each other, swarm over, and try their best to refresh the screen.

If you like two songs at the same time, it will be more confusing.

My daughter said:

"As long as I cut it fast enough, I can listen to two songs at the same time seamlessly!"

Then there is the invincible convulsion hand.

If this was not his biological daughter, Jiang Mingchu would have probably severed the father-daughter relationship with her.

Art, can you appreciate it like this?

Since last night, my daughter has been clamoring to let herself go to the stall.

A stall? What the hell is that?

I am a professor in the art department, a second-level actor, and a party singer, and I go to work at a stall?

"All the novices are going to the stalls. No matter how good you are, why are there other novices so good?" His daughter also gave him a blank look.

"Hi? Daughter, hasn't dad always been the most powerful in your mind?" Jiang Mingchu felt that he had fallen out of favor.

"With your attitude and unwillingness to accept new things, it's no wonder that your songs have less than a hundred comments on Yuncun Music, and seven of them were posted by your own trumpet!" His daughter's eyes rolled, which made Jiang Mingchu feel wowed.

Cool, cool.

Then there was a cold war for most of the day, and suddenly it became heated again in the afternoon.

"Old Jiang, please treat me to dinner tonight."

"A new grilled fish restaurant that I like has opened in Oriental Plaza. Let's go and try it!"

Even though his heart felt cold, Jiang Mingchu was just a scumbag in front of his daughter and could only surrender obediently.

At this time, even if he knew that he had been fooled, he could only chase after him obediently. He saw his daughter standing outside a circle, pointing inside and saying: "Dad, dad, this is it, this is my favorite little brother!"

He looks super handsome! His voice is also nice!”

Jiang Mingchu looked inside and found that the young man singing was not as good-looking as his students, but he was clean.

As for the voice... Which of my students has a bad voice?

When have I taken my daughter to school, she always ignored those little brothers, but instead liked this? What kind of aesthetic is this!

"Dad, go help him quickly. My little brother is behind in points. If he can't overtake today, he will be eliminated!" The daughter shook his hand.

"I..." Jiang Mingchu understood. This is what is called a stall! That is to say, going to the street where others sing, selling songs, and helping people canvass votes!

I am a party singer, a second-level actor, a voice professor, I...

Jiang Mingchu stared and asked his wife for help, but his wife just smiled beside him, as if she was watching a good show.

"Everyone is going to go to the stall, and the program team also sent out an invitation, saying that the competition system for the stall is open, and people from all walks of life are welcome to come to the stall. Many people are going to go to the stall, and the discussion on the Internet today is crazy. You are still carrying such a big

shelf!"

Jiang Mingchu was very worried about my status and how could I compare with young guys.

But he felt that if he really said that, he probably wouldn't be able to get into the house alive today.

"Also, Uncle Chen also went to the stall this morning. The discussion on the Internet was very lively. He really has the style of an artist!"

"real or fake?"

"I can still lie to you..." The daughter stamped her feet.

Jiang Mingchu looked at his wife, then at his daughter, and sighed: "Okay, what to sing? Sing "This Is Me"?"

"This Is Me" is a party piece often sung by Jiang Mingchu.

"No, no, no, I have to sing something emotional on the spot... let's just sing "Father's Grassland, Mother's River". Don't you practice it often?" My daughter has even chosen the song.

Jiang Mingchu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Today was really well arranged.

Just as the young men over there finished singing a song, his daughter hurriedly ran in and threw a few hundred-dollar bills on top, which made Jiang Mingchu feel distressed when he saw them. They were all his private money!

Then he shouted: "Brother, I am your fan! I will always support you!"

"Little brother, this is my dad. I specially asked my dad to help you today!" After saying that, the daughter waved to the back.

Jiang Mingchu stepped forward, dumbfounded, and then saw the young man bowing to him respectfully: "Teacher Jiang!"

"you know me?"

"I am from the composition department of our school, and I have taken your class before," the young man said.

"Oh..." At this moment, the resistance in my heart disappeared.

Helping his students canvass votes, Jiang Mingchu stood up straight.

He was obviously wearing big pants and a white T-shirt, and he was dressed like an ordinary uncle.

But when I stand up straight, my momentum comes out.

"Hello everyone, my name is Jiang Mingchu. I'm here to help this young man canvass votes today. Please support me if you have money, and support me if you don't have money. Please participate more..."

This kind of quack-like way of speaking is pretty cool to say.

It feels like watching martial arts when I was young.

There were middle-aged and elderly people in the crowd shouting: "It's Teacher Jiang!"

"The one on TV sings so beautifully!"

Satisfies his vanity well.

On weekdays, we usually sing at big parties. From the typhoon to the audience, almost everyone is singing. This feeling is quite novel.

"Dad, let me play the accompaniment for you!" The daughter rushed in, holding up her mobile phone.

The accompaniment sounded, Jiang Mingchu was brewing his emotions, and a rich voice sounded.

"My father once described the fragrance of the grassland,

Let us never forget each other no matter where we are in the world.

Mother always loves to describe the mighty river↗——

Running in..."

He heard his daughter's voice screaming: "That's my dad, my dad is the best! Please reward my dad!"

At that moment, he was happy, proud, and helpless...

Oh, keep singing.

The sound resounded throughout the square, and the overflowing emotions rushed and roared like a big river, drowning the entire place.
Chapter completed!