The four of them sat down to eat, and the dishes on the table were homely but rich. The iced beer was opened and touched, and everyone started to eat. Tang Yao felt this relaxed atmosphere of family gatherings of friends when he went to Huang Lei's house last time, and then he started talking about sex. When Song Ya asked why he thought of singing together, he didn't cover it up and said with a little emotion, "Because of freedom, if it weren't for a mistake, I'm probably a street singer walking around with a guitar on my back. I'm not very suitable to be in the entertainment industry. As soon as I have the personality, I don't want to abide by the so-called conventional rules, nor can I see those who are fucked by intrigues, and I can't stand being bound by invisible rules. This feeling has become stronger and stronger recently, so I came out to change my mood. Haha, I'm also very scared. One day I'm also dyed by the big dye vat."

Tang Yao wanted to integrate calmly, so he showed no sense of distance. This made the three of them let go of their polite thoughts. Zhang Jun nodded and said in admiration, "Teacher Tang still lives clearly. The most important thing in being a human is to be happy. Staying in an environment you don't like is indeed a great pain."

"Yes." Tang Yao picked up the beer can and touched Zhang Jun for a while, and asked with a smile, "Where are you three, how come you got together?"

"My brother and I are college classmates." But it was the question that Song Ya answered. She was just admiring her idol's mentality in her heart. At this time, she smiled and explained, "We met in the university art troupe before. We all liked to sing, but later we got together. After graduation, our family didn't object, so we hit it off and continued to maintain our singing hobby and started street singing. Xiaoyuer is my cousin, and following us is just for fun. Now we have live broadcasts, and with her, we will help."

"That's right." Tang Yao nodded suddenly.

"I also want to sing together. Sister Yaya said I'm not suitable." Lin Jingyu, who was concentrating on eating, raised his head and said.

"Then why haven't you ever seen you sing?" Tang Yao asked curiously.

"Because she sings incomplete tone." Song Ya answered the question with a smile, "No matter how simple the song is, she can sing out of tune."

As she said that, she and Zhang Jun seemed to think of something and laughed together. Lin Jingyu blushed a little, regretting that she said extra. She explained herself, "This is a natural flaw, not me stupid. Although I can't sing well, I have good communication skills. Everyone has their own strengths, right?"

"That's right." Song Ya nodded.

"Where are you going to next stop?" Tang Yao asked.

"It should be to go to Yangcheng, or Suzhou, then go to Jincheng, and then go to Qingcheng to experience the grassland." Zhang Jun briefly said about his plan for the trip and said to Tang Yao with some expectations, "Teacher Tang can be with us, and we can also learn from you."

"Look first, stay in the porcelain for two days. If it is appropriate, you can go out with you." Tang Yao seriously considered this proposal. It would be better to have like-minded friends around him than to go out alone. But it also depends on whether it will cause inconvenience.

While eating and chatting, the harmonious atmosphere made the relationship between the few people feel friendly. After a while after dinner, Tang Yao followed the audio, bracket and other equipment into the car, preparing to go to People's Square to start work. Before leaving, Zhang Jun's father Zhang Yubai happened to come back and ran into them.

This is amazing. After hearing Lin Jingyu talk about his identity as the inheritor of ceramic intangible cultural heritage, Tang Yao checked it on his mobile phone. He was a national first-class artist, a national first-class arts and crafts artist, a national first-class calligrapher, a senior ceramic artist. The traditional porcelain craft counselor of Mingfangyuan, the porcelain capital..., a long list of titles, is a real master. He is in his fifties, and has a head full of white hair, but his face is quite young. He wears glasses and dresses very simply, with an indescribable temperament.

"Go out to sing again? Don't come back too late."

"Well, I know Dad." Zhang Jun responded, then suddenly remembered and introduced him, "Dad, this is Teacher Tang Yao, here to play with us today."

"Teacher?" Zhang Yubai pushed his glasses and looked at Tang Yao beside him. Before Tang Yao could speak, he showed a look of surprise and suddenness, "Tang Yao, is it the one who sang Chi Ling and prose poems, right? Oh, welcome." He shook hands with Tang Yao with a smile on his face. He was not polite, but a kind of enthusiasm.

The older generation like him is the most savvy, and only occasionally pay attention to it. With the sense of meeting you now, you can know Tang Yao's general character. In addition, he particularly likes the two songs "Chiling Ling" and "Prose Poems written by his father" which are close to his life. Therefore, he highly recognizes and likes Tang Yao.

"Hello, Teacher Zhang."

"Hello, are you going to shoot a show here?"

"No." Tang Yao shook his head and smiled, "Come here to travel and have fun, and sing with Zhang Jun and others. I won't do any shows after resting these days."

"You are traveling, and the porcelain world welcomes you. I didn't expect Xiaojun to know a big star like you."

"Thank you, Teacher Zhang, but don't say that I am a big star, I'm just an ordinary person. Zhang Jun sang very well, and I am also their fan, so I specially contacted someone who wanted to go out together." Tang Yao still maintained enough humility in front of such a serious master.

"Oh? Is that right?" Zhang Yubai looked at his son, and his smile on his face became even brighter. He is a craftsman, but he does not have the obsession with his son's father's business. Even though he feels that his son is not doing his job properly, he does not object, but he does not clearly support him. Everyone has their own hobbies, just be happy.

He would occasionally watch their live broadcasts, and he felt that it was not interesting.

But at this time, I felt very pleased. At least my son was recognized by experts like Tang Yao in singing, even if he had achieved success, he was always worthy of being happy for him.

"You have to take care of them. I don't know much about singing, but I think they can learn something from you and will definitely benefit from it. You are a real expert."

When Tang Yao faced such admirational words, he could only answer humbly.

"Where are you going to sing?" Zhang Yubai asked.

"Uncle Zhang, let's go to Renming Square." Song Ya replied.

"Okay, I won't waste your time too much, go ahead. I'll get some things, there are still some things to deal with outside."

When they said goodbye to Zhang's father, the four of them got into the car. It was Lin Jingyu who drove. The girl was very quick and she looked lively and playful, but now she looked like an old driver. Several people chatted along the way and soon arrived at the destination. Before the day was completely dark, the street lights were already on. There were two levels of the square, and the first level below, an aunt gathered and started dancing square dance. Tang Yao and the others moved the equipment from the car at the place where the crowd was moving below.
Chapter completed!