don't call me singer

Chapter 652 One Bamboo and One String

"Then... what musical instrument?" Wang Haixia asked.

Seeing the back of the man turning and leaving, even Wang Haixia, who is so angry with the sky and the atmosphere on the Zhongjun, can't give birth to the slightest thought of wanting to hate others.

Although, even he could hear some flaws in this man's playing.

But this kind of courage is enough to make people respect.

"It's a duxianqin, a national musical instrument of the Jing nationality." Gu Xiaobai said.

He knew this instrument because he had studied a large number of instruments when he was doing instrument restoration.

But he didn't understand the piece played by this man.

But he could tell that this should be a traditional ancient song.

Guqin, Guqu.

The sound of the piano is melodious and the tune is gentle.

To be honest, at this moment, Gu Xiaobai's heart is actually very complicated.

For others, China, Japan, South Korea, and Vietnam are four countries.

But if you look at it from the perspective of history, you can look at the past with the eyes of the son Xiaobai 2700 years ago, Huo Qubing 2100 years ago, and Hua Xiaobai 600 years ago.

It's just a trunk with four branches.

Once upon a time, the far east was the land full of gold and the pinnacle of civilization that Westerners dreamed of.

But for hundreds of years, they have fallen behind and been beaten.

I have to learn from Western experience and Western culture.

With the Meiji Restoration in Japan, China and South Korea struggled for a hundred years and finally rose again.

Now, the other three countries have regained their standing on the top of the world.

They have become the world's second, third and No.11 economies respectively.

However, Vietnam, with a population of [-] million, is still struggling in the forty or fifty positions, and it can't even solve the domestic food and clothing.

In fact, Gu Xiaobai also felt the same about this kind of thing.

In the past, when our ancestors were unable to resist the Western offensive, they could only use the things of their ancestors to resist.

Ancient cultures, ancient achievements, ancient splendor...

That is not a kind of helplessness and despair.

Once upon a time, our ancestors set foot on an American warship and were so envious that they almost shed tears, and when they returned, they could not wait to cry.

Only then did generations of people hold back together the navy that now serves dumplings.

But whether it is the rise of Japan, South Korea or China, it is all due to the wave of "economic globalization" and "global industrial chain".

But now, more and more countries in the world realize that basic industries are lacking, and everything else is just castles in the air, so they started the wave of "anti-globalization" and moved a lot of jobs back to their homeland.

Can the development opportunities Vietnam needs wait?

Might not be able to wait any longer.

In this world, there is only one number one after all.

After all, some people can only be poor students in the back row.

There is only so much space for living, and there will always be a fight to the death.

Gu Xiaobai looked at the stubborn and brave man who bowed and apologized in front of him, as if he saw China in the past.

After the man bowed, he turned and walked away with his simple lute on his shoulder.

Then, he heard applause behind him.

"it is good!"

"Encore!"

"One more song!"

When he turned his head, he saw the teenagers on board and the crew members in white uniforms giving him applause without hesitation.

On the nearby boats and docks, many workers, ship owners, and boatmen were also applauding without hesitation.

The man's face turned red, and he bowed to everyone, and bowed again.

Beside him, several of his workers walked over, patted his shoulder, helped him hold the simple lyre, and left side by side with him.

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks.

Behind him, there was a flute sound.

On the Zhongjun, Gu Xiaobai held a fife and stood on the side of the ship, in front of the railing, as if his body was about to blend into the blood-red sunset.

The sound of the flute, like the wind blowing through the sails and shaking the reeds, like the waves drowning the ankles and rolling up the shells, sprinkled from the Zhongjun, overflowing in all directions.

The man was stunned, because this music happened to be one of the songs he played before.

"Threading the Needle".

Gu Xiaobai already knew this song?
Or did he remember it after listening to it once?

It's just that this man never thought that even if he turned the duxian into a flute, this piece of music could be so beautiful.

Gu Xiaobai turned the unique rocker of the duxianqin into a flower tongue and flying fingers, which trembled to the point of fascination, shook one's heart, and rubbed one's heart.

The faint sound of the flute made the unloading workers and the busy ship owner quiet again.

It seems that even the sound of the waves has become much gentler.

At this moment, in the sound of the flute, countless people thought of the mother at home, recalled the reluctance in the eyes of the wife, and thought of the look in the child's expectation.

Thinking of the many hardships in life, thinking of the rush and stubbornness, thinking of the joy and melancholy of harvesting.

Everyone is their own hero.

No matter what kind of desperate situation they are struggling in.

Many people's eyes were red, but they didn't dare to shed tears. They could only turn their heads quietly, pretending to be blinded by the sea sand dust.

The man was also startled when he heard that.

It turns out that our songs can have such an appeal.

He didn't know how many times he had practiced and listened to it, but he had never felt this way once.

At the end of the song, the boy closed his flute and clasped his fists.

Thank you for your song, I accept it!
Under the setting sun, the setting sun dyed the young man's body red and golden.

The tall and straight body, as if cast from gold, is so dazzling, yet so humble.

The man also bowed and bowed.

Thank you!

The man straightened up. Beside him, the workers patted him on the shoulder fiercely, dragged him, and said something loudly, and a group of people surrounded him.

At this moment, he is a hero.

Beside Gu Xiaobai, Wang Haixia was about to cry with envy.

"Wooooooow, why is Xiaobai so handsome every time he plays the flute! I want to learn the flute too!"

"Didn't you already learn the guitar? Playing the guitar is pretty cool." Zhou Xianting, who only knows how to play the ukulele, said.

"No, I'm not as handsome playing the guitar as Xiaobai playing the flute!" Wang Haixia shook his head, "I must learn to play the flute!"

"Isn't it because you don't have Xiao Baishuai?" Zhou Xianting questioned his soul.

"How is it possible? I am the number one handsome guy in 306! It must be because of Dizi!"

In this world, nothing can dampen Wang Haixia's self-confidence.

This scene was photographed by many boatmen, dock workers, and tourists, and the Internet was blown up that night.

Gu Xiaobai and the unknown musician's strings and bamboos, asking and answering, made countless people think, but remained silent.

Respect is always earned by yourself.

It doesn't matter if you are a first-line star who is making money every day, or a dock worker who eats with his hands.

If you want to win the respect of others, you must first be worthy of respect.

The next day, Gu Xiaobai received an invitation.

The Vietnam Music Association sent an invitation letter.

"Vietnam Music Association will hold a song and dance band performance in Hoan Kiem Lake. We specially invite Gu Xiaobai, Zhou Xianting, Wang Haixia, Zhao Mo... and other gentlemen and ladies to come and guide us."

The Vietnamese music scene must regain its dignity!

After receiving this invitation letter, Mr. Hong's face turned green.

"Xiaobai, they must be trying to trick you off the Zhongjun ship and assassinate you!"

This is a Hongmen banquet, you can't go!
(End of this chapter)