Chapter 144 Elderly Fans

Without even thinking, Shishi said to Jiang Haichao, "Excuse me for being blunt, but I'm afraid my song and your movie will hardly be enough to revive Liyuan Spring."

“I know. It’s not just traditional opera; many old crafts and cultural traditions passed down from our ancestors have gradually been lost. Sometimes I even think that even someone like me who loves traditional opera is unwilling to pursue this profession. When it really comes to an end, I wonder how many hearts will be broken.”

The word "inheritance" carries a heavy weight.

Shishi was somewhat moved by Jiang Haichao's words. She was silent for a moment, then said, "Let's discuss the music director for the big movie with you tomorrow. I'll take the job of writing a song to promote traditional opera culture!"

"Thank you." Jiang Haichao knew that Shishi's songs were selling well now, so instead of writing another unpopular opera-style song, it would be better to write pop songs. This would boost his fame and bring in a lot of money. Besides, writing pop songs was much easier than writing opera-style songs.

Therefore, Jiang Haichao's thank you was especially sincere.

"We should always do something for traditional culture." Shi Shi's words were sincere. She had stopped thinking about the system's origins and couldn't delve into its butterfly effect. Letting things take their natural course was the only thing she could do.

"My father has invited you to have dinner with him tonight. He really likes the songs you wrote."

"It would be my great honor."

Shi Shi went to Liyuan Chun with Jiang Haichao. It was during the evening performance. However, the seats were almost empty. There were so few people that there were even fewer actors on stage.

Jiang Haichao led Shishi to sit in the front row: "How is it?"

The lyrics were melodious and graceful, and the actors' every move was full of charm.

Shi Shi sincerely praised, "You sang so well."

Before long, Shishi was immersed in the wonderful performance.

Suddenly, inspiration struck her, and the melodies and lyrics of those opera songs seemed to come to life in that instant.

She knew which song to give Jiang Haichao! This song was perfect for promoting Peking Opera!

After the performance, Jiang Haichao took Shi Shi backstage. At this time, Jiang Haichao's father, Jiang Lan, came over. He was a fan of Shi Shi and greeted her happily. Then he took out his treasured opera costume, the exquisite embroidery and gorgeous colors of which caught her eye.

Jiang Lan said with a smile, "This was passed down from my ancestors. I brought it here especially for you to see, hoping it will be helpful for your writing."

Shi Shi stepped forward and gently stroked the costume. Her fingertips touched the delicate fabric, as if she could feel the weight of time. Every stitch on the costume embodied the hard work of those who came before. The phoenix, peony, and other patterns were so lifelike that they seemed to fly out of the garment and bloom.

Jiang Lan saw that she liked it. It was rare to find a young person interested in opera, so he introduced the origin of the costumes and the stories of the performances after wearing them. Shi Shi listened intently, imagining the actors wearing these costumes dancing and singing on stage, the scene and melody blending perfectly.

With a confident look on her face, she said to Jiang Haichao and his son, "I am confident that I can write a song that will make more people fall in love with Peking Opera!"

Jiang Haichao and Jiang Lan exchanged a smile. Jiang Haichao said, "What, you haven't had a stroke of inspiration, have you?"

"Yes, there are."

Her words truly shocked the two of them. It has to be said, she truly deserves to be called a hit song maker.

Seeing the two men looking at her with surprise, Shi Shi smiled mischievously and said, "Even the emperor doesn't starve his soldiers, let's eat first."

"You little rascal, you're really funny!" she said, then winked and gave her eldest son a knowing look.

Jiang Haichao knew what his father was thinking: he'd seen a single, outstanding woman and wanted to set him up. He and Shi Shi seemed to have a seventeen or eighteen-year age difference. He was worried about a generation gap, and his dad was really thinking wildly!

This meal was truly satisfying; Shishi not only ate very well but also drank a small cup of wine that Uncle Jiang had warmed up.

"Uncle Jiang, I've finished eating. Could I borrow your room and some paper and pens for a moment?"

"No problem, feel free to use it."

The old man took Shishi to the study, and Jiang Haichao turned around to get a fruit plate.

When Jiang Haichao handed the fruit platter to Shishi, he noticed she was alone in the room. He asked, "Did my dad go out?"

Shi Shi nodded: "The old man said he was afraid it would affect my creative inspiration."

Listening to this disguised way of kicking him out, well, he, the host, will never have the chance to see the birth of a song!

"Okay, I'll wait for you in the first tea room on the left side of the corridor."

Jiang Haichao closed the door behind her and walked into the tea room.

Seeing that her son had returned in the blink of an eye, Jiang Lan looked at him with disdain.

"You're so useless! You couldn't even hold onto such a wonderful girl?"

"Dad, come on. If you had given birth to me a few years earlier, I could have been his father."

Jiang Lan looked unconvinced: "You're supposed to be in the entertainment industry, how can you be more old-fashioned than me? Isn't the trend now for older men and younger women? You're definitely a handsome middle-aged man!"

"Dad, let's cut down on internet use." What kind of nonsense are they learning?

"I don't go online, so where did all those clothes of yours come from?" The old man angrily pointed to the t-shirt his son was wearing underneath.

Jiang Haichao frowned: "Dad, isn't this the classic Louis Vuitton design? How much did you pay for it?"

"Free shipping on orders over 99 yuan!"

Jiang Haichao's eyes widened in shock.

Seeing that his son was also shocked, he added, "Hehe, two items for 99 yuan including shipping!"

No wonder he thought the clothes were of poor quality! He thought it was some new fashion trend! Luckily it's winter, and the down jacket he was wearing was from his villa. Otherwise, if the paparazzi had photographed him wearing counterfeit goods, tomorrow's headlines would definitely say he was bankrupt, and he probably wouldn't even be able to secure funding for his next movie.

"Dad, this is a fake! How could you possibly buy a real one for 99?"

"You old bachelor, you're already lucky that someone buys you clothes, and you're still being picky."

Communication was ineffective.

Alright, next time he comes to his dad's place, I'll just have to be extra careful!

The father and son had been playing two games of chess when Shi Shi arrived.

Jiang Haichao: "You finished writing it so quickly?"

It hasn't even been an hour yet!

Shi Shi proudly waved the paper in her hand: "Let's see who's the real deal on stage!"

"Let's go! Let's go on stage and sing! I never thought I'd actually become a fan at my age. Today I can see Shi Shi perform live without spending any money!" Jiang Lan said excitedly.

As Shishi walked to the center of the stage, she felt as if she had become the actor who set the theater on fire.

At this moment, many of the actors from Liyuan Spring had removed their makeup and were preparing to go home. Seeing her standing on the stage, they all looked at her curiously.

Shi Shi cleared her throat and began to sing...