usenovelgroup Chapter 22 I found that mysterious singer!
Chapter 22 I found that mysterious singer!
Andy was taken aback by the shout, then turned to see Chen Fan and asked, "Who are you?"
Upon hearing his English, Mr. Cheng shook his head and sighed, then introduced him to Chen Fan, saying, "This is my friend's grandson, Ouyang Andy. He can't even speak a proper language, yet he insisted on coming to record the show!"
Chen Fan understood a little at this point.
No wonder the old gentleman waited for three hours without leaving; it turns out he was a younger relative of an old friend.
Chen Fan, caught in the middle, suppressed a laugh. "Young people are like that; it's the trend these days. It's not that they lack the desire to carry on the tradition. Calm down!"
Chen Fan's words made the old man feel even more justified.
Look at how enlightened he is! When will this kid finally understand that these things can't be learned overnight?
Given how late he is, how much time does he have to practice?
"Hey! You were so cool tuning that piano, buddy! Can you teach me?"
"The production team told me I needed to perform something about 'cultural heritage,' but I don't know how to do any of that!"
Andy immediately saw his peers as if they were his saviors.
Grandpa's old friend, Grandpa Cheng, is a very good person, but!
But every time he attends class, it's like they're chanting scriptures, scriptures he can't understand!
My God!
If he did something wrong, please punish him by sending him to hell. Don't torture people like this.
Chen Fan chuckled, "First of all, you need to speak Chinese, even if you don't speak it very well."
"Secondly, you need to practice."
"Alright, I'm leaving! Don't upset the old man!"
After Chen Fan finished speaking, he prepared to leave. He had only come because he didn't want the old man to get angry, but he didn't intend to do anything.
Little did he know that his every move had been broadcast live by the cameras in the room.
This Andy fan has already flooded the screen with thanks.
"Okay! Oh no no no!" Andy had just uttered a broken Chinese sentence when he saw Chen Fan about to leave, and he hurriedly started speaking English again.
"I can give you money! I won't let you teach me for nothing, okay?"
"Or I can treat you to a meal? Please!"
A foreign child with delicate features clasps his hands together in a praying gesture.
Chen Fan was speechless: This old man was obviously a master, he was nothing compared to him.
"Brother, calm down."
"I can't calm down! Please help!"
Ouyang Andy's facial expressions were rich, and as he spoke, his eyes kept glancing at Mr. Cheng.
That seemed to mean: as long as you don't follow the old man's example, anything is fine!
The viewers in the live broadcast room were ecstatic:
"Hahaha! Our Andy has finally found his savior!"
"Young man, please have mercy! He's been arguing with the old man for days!"
"Brother Fan, please help him! He's a complete novice!"
At this moment, Mr. Cheng, who had not spoken until now, cleared his throat and spoke.
"Cough cough cough!"
"Young man, since you're here, why not keep this kid company?"
"Anyway, the program's task is to 'teach a guqin lesson'."
"Herding sheep is the same whether you herd one or a whole flock!"
Just when Chen Fan thought it was outrageous, he finally heard the system's voice in his ear.
[Congratulations, host, for triggering a hidden mission: Record a program with Mr. Cheng Yu and promote the learning of the guqin!]
Reward for successful mission: Revitalizing intangible cultural heritage skills!
Mission failure penalty: Become a legendary exhibit!
Chen Fan stared at the system, which was unusually serious for once, and remained lost in thought for a long time.
Will it become... an exhibit?
Looking at the staff member at the door, Chen Fan saw that the other person was nodding repeatedly with gratitude, so he agreed.
"good!"
The staff rushed Chen Fan to do his makeup. Since there were no clothes to change into, the old man found the robe that had been prepared for Andy and gave it to Chen Fan.
"You two are about the same size, it doesn't matter who wears it! This guy has a foreign face, he doesn't look as good in it as you!"
Chen Fan chuckled, took the clothes, and still thanked him, "Thank you, Mr. Cheng."
A dozen minutes later, the three of them appeared together on the stage in the mall lobby.
When the host came on stage to introduce everyone, Chen Fan finally realized who they were.
This old gentleman is not only an inheritor of intangible cultural heritage, but also the only living craftsman who can restore the guqin to its original sound!
Chen Fan's admiration for him inevitably rose to a new level.
Mr. Cheng was highly accomplished in the guqin, and Chen Fan had to ask him about some of his theories repeatedly.
But every time Chen Fan asked, the old man's eyes were full of admiration, and he even seemed to secretly hope that Chen Fan would ask a little more.
But Chen Fan did not neglect the real protagonist, Andy.
Even before Andy went on stage, he would remind him: "Don't think of it as something difficult. Just think of it as playing the piano or violin, which require coordination of both hands in Western music."
"A little loosening and tightening won't lead to mistakes!"
After giving him instructions, he would keep a close eye on Andy's performance, and when Andy was about to make a mistake with a syllable, he would tap the table lightly to indicate that the position was incorrect.
After a few repetitions, Andy, who used to always make mistakes, was able to play a piece on his own after an hour-long lesson.
For the first time, Andy received praise from Grandpa Cheng, and for the first time, the two of them didn't end up arguing or getting red in the face.
The show's production team and Andy's agent both breathed a huge sigh of relief.
Who exactly is this young man who saved my life?
Let's invite him next time too!
Backstage, Chen Fan, who had already taken off his long robe, was about to leave after saying goodbye to Mr. Chen, but the old man asked him to stay.
"Young man, you're more talented than this kid; you were born for this! Would you like to learn from me?"
The old gentleman's offer of help surprised and flattered Chen Fan.
He bowed respectfully to the old gentleman and said, "Thank you for your kind offer, but I am currently participating in a competition and do not have time to concentrate. If possible, could I contact you after the competition?"
Everyone present held their breath upon hearing this answer.
Andy's eyes widened in disbelief.
Mr. Cheng Yu, an inheritor of intangible cultural heritage, is no exaggeration to call him a living fossil in the world of Chinese guqin.
The handsome and refined young man in front of him actually declined the old man's wish to take him as a disciple!
Everyone thought Chen Fan's words were a rejection, but Mr. Cheng felt that Chen Fan was very sincere.
He even saw a composure in Chen Fan that was absent in modern young people.
Only by doing every seemingly insignificant little thing well can we do truly important things well.
"Okay, here's my business card. Keep it and come find me when you're done!"
To everyone's astonishment, Mr. Cheng handed his business card to Chen Fan.
Chen Fan accepted the business card and bowed again, "Thank you!"
Chen Fan hadn't gone far from the lounge when Andy, with his blond hair, chased after him. "Hey! Chen! Wait!"
Chen Fan turned around and saw the foreigner chasing after him, holding up a bank card.
"Hey bro, let's exchange contact information. Maybe we can even discuss our experiences on TV shows in the future."
"By the way, where's your match? I'll come cheer you on!"
As she spoke, she stuffed the bank card into Chen Fan's hand and held up her phone, waiting for him to give her contact information.
Chen Fan found this person's enthusiasm amusing. "How old are you this year?"
"17!"
Andy replied, "You wouldn't omit minors, would you?"
When Andy's agent rushed over, he saw his boss shoving a bank card into someone's hand again, and his vision went black.
Finished!
Those artists treat money like dirt, will this kid think Andy is insulting him...?
"No need for a bank card. If you really want to help, you could share my song!"
Chen Fan handed the bank card back to Andy, added his contact information, and then shared a playlist of his original songs with him.
"Then let's connect via WeChat!"
"good!"
Andy's enthusiasm remains undiminished.
Chen Fan went straight to the third floor to buy men's clothing.
Andy's manager then came over to punish him: "Little devil! Can you please change your habit of handing people your bank card so easily?!"
After waiting a long time for Andy's response, I looked up and saw Andy looking excited, trembling with excitement, saying to his manager:
"Ah May! Call my dad, I've found that mystery singer!"