The old man must be about fifty years old, and the girl is about sixteen or seventeen years old. She is wearing a red floral dress with a white background and two pigtails. She is simple and neat.
The old man was dressed in gray cloth and seemed to have a sad face. He was holding an instrument that looked like an erhu in his hand.
Kong Fang's eyes lit up.
In my previous life, I often saw this kind of singer-songwriter on TV, but this was the first time I saw them in real life.
He also noticed a detail.
When the guests in the teahouse saw the two of them, many of them shook their heads and sighed, seemingly in sympathy. Obviously, singers have stories, but I don’t know why they fell into the category of singers.
Singing was a lowly profession in the Daxing Dynasty, and the people who sang and sang were also from lowly positions.
Of course, for Kong Fang, who came from a civilized era, he did not have this concept. Instead, he was influenced by the star-chasing trend in his previous life. He was full of expectations for the performances of the grandfather and grandson.
The teahouse waiter arranged the two of them on the left side of the teahouse, near the window.
After getting ready, the old man started the tune and the girl started singing. The teahouse instantly felt like a lark singing, soft and clear, echoing in the empty valley.
It is also like a stream passing by, and the sound of trickling water is wonderful and refreshing, making people feel more comfortable.
It's a pity that the lyrics and music are mediocre and have no new ideas. Pingtan is not like Pingtan, and the opera is not like opera. It is really a waste of a good voice.
The response from the tea drinkers was good. Although they were not as fanatical as the star-chasers in the previous life, there were still many people who rewarded me. The two of them hurriedly bowed and thanked him.
"well……"
A scholar with a scarf at the next table took a sip of tea, shook his head and sighed. Kong Fang noticed that he was the one who gave the most rewards among all the tea guests. In the previous life of live broadcasting, he was considered to be the top brother.
"Brother, they sang very well, why are you sighing?" Kong Fang was very curious.
The scholar glanced at him and saw that he had no malice or ridicule, so he said softly:
"This brother looks unfamiliar. Where is he from?"
Ask me where I am from?
Can I tell you that I am actually from Gui Province, China?
"I am from Qizhou Prefecture of the Daxing Dynasty." He did not dare to say that he was from the Fang family in Qinghe County, Baoding Prefecture. After all, his son-in-law would not be on the stage no matter which dynasty he was in.
"Oh, no wonder." The scholar looked back at the singing father and daughter.
"They are a father and daughter, their surname is Dou. They come from a family with a long history of poetry and calligraphy in Qinghe County. They have a prosperous family and are full of knowledge. They are especially good at poetry and songs, and are familiar with music."
"Alas, it's a pity that I offended Zhu Dachang, the magistrate of Qinghe County, and ended up with his family ruined."
"His property was confiscated and his family was sent to a cold and miserable place. Only his father Dou Tong and his daughter Dou Ying were left behind. Of course, this was not Zhu Dachang's compassionate heart, but he actually wanted to humiliate them."
"Father and daughter have no property, and they are not allowed to do anything for a living. They can only sell songs, and they are not allowed to leave Qinghe County!"
Kong Fang thought of the fat magistrate who once picked peaches at Shangfang's house. It turns out that his name is Zhu Dachang, Zhu Dachang, which is true to his name.
"They didn't... appeal?"
He originally wanted to resist, but he was worried that the other party's understanding would be unclear, so he changed his mind. The scholar shook his head, "The Great Prosperity Dynasty has been in turmoil for many years, and the officialdom is dark. How can poetry, calligraphy, and learning be a rival to powerful forces?"
"For two years, father and daughter have been trapped in restaurants and restaurants, surviving in the wind and rain. It's difficult."
He sighed again.
"Actually, singing and singing is also a good industry. If they become popular, they can also become famous."
Kong Fang thought of the popular singers in his previous life. There were five or six of them. They made millions or tens of millions from a concert. They cheered before going out and had dozens of bodyguards even when they went to the toilet.
The scholar looked at him like a monster.
Kong Fang saw the anger in the scholar's eyes.
He quickly explained, "Brother, what I mean is that I may actually be able to help the Dou family and his daughter, so that they can end this life of wandering."
"Are you serious?" The scholar's eyes flashed.
"Seriously!" Kong Fang said sincerely.
Their eyes met, each seeing the other's sincerity.
"How can Xiongtai help?" Xiucai couldn't wait to ask.
"Praise them." Kong Fang said without thinking.
"Helping for fame?" Xiucai looked confused.
"What's the point of being famous?"
Kong Fang stroked his forehead. Finally, I had the patience to explain. After hearing this, the scholar immediately stood up and bowed, "Brother, you have a good plan. Please let Kong pay homage to Master Dou."
Seeing that Kong Fang was confused, the scholar explained: "Mr. Dou Tong was once my mentor. My mentor was wronged, but I have no power and power and can do nothing."
"Thank you very much for my brother's advice on how to help Mr. get out of trouble. My surname is Kong and my first name is Yiji."
Kong Yiji?
Kong Fang's mind was a little confused. Daxing Dynasty has nothing to do with previous lives, so why do many names of people from previous lives appear in Daxing Dynasty?
Don't tell me it's a coincidence!
If I have the ability to make aircraft and cannons from my previous life appear in Daxing Dynasty, I believe in the theory of coincidence.
"My surname is Kong and my given name is Fang. We were a family five hundred years ago."
"It turns out we are brothers. Nice to meet you. Nice to meet you." Kong Xiucai clasped his fists.
"Nice to meet you, nice to meet you." Kong Fang returned the greeting.
Two brothers who could not have been a family five thousand years ago. After Dou and his daughter finished singing another song, they hurried forward. Kong Xiucai whispered in Dou Tong's ear.
Dou Tong was confused at first, and then hesitant. Later, Kong Fang used the concepts of his previous life to brainwash him, and he reluctantly nodded in agreement. After all, he was just selling music. Maybe changing his approach could really change his life?
The scholar asked the teahouse owner for a private room, and the four of them entered the private room.
Kong Fang first sang a cappella song "The Moon Represents My Heart" by Teresa Teng, while Kong Xiucai copied it. Kong Fang regretted that he only remembered the lyrics and not the simplified music score. Just when he was embarrassed, Dou Tong exposed his hand, which shocked him.
He just sang it acapella, but Dou Tong was able to compose it to music using the Daxing Dynasty's Gong, Wei, Jiao, Yu and Shang.
What a genius!
He gave a thumbs up.
Dou Tong modestly picked up the erhu and played it once. Kong Fang immediately heard the flavor of Teresa Teng. When Dou Ying sang softly and slowly accompanied by the erhu, he seemed to see the Daxing Dynasty version of Teresa Teng.
Father and daughter are born to eat this bowl of rice! If father and daughter lived in their previous lives, one would be the godfather of music and the other would be the national goddess.
Practice is the only criterion for testing truth.
In order to verify his genius idea and to give Dou and his daughter confidence, Kong Fang asked them to audition in public. Dou Ying was a little nervous. After all, this was her first time trying out both the lyrics and the singing method.
"You have to believe in yourself. Your voice and singing skills are really good. Dou Ying, fate can change our lives, but we can also change our destiny. Don't be afraid, be brave!"
Kong Fang's words still ring in his ears.
She didn't know why this noble man was so kind to her, but she could tell that he was sincere. She had long been accustomed to the warmth and coldness of the world and chose to believe him.
Believe it all your life.
Believe without regret.
She picked up the courage to face the tea guest openly, and lightly opened her beady lips:
You ask me how deeply I love you, how much I love you, my feelings are true, and my love is true.
You ask me how deeply I love you, how much I love you, my love is unwavering, my love remains unchanged, the moon represents my heart...
