As promised, Xiao Xianrou, will you play the suona in the haunted house?

Chapter 67: Longevity, this erhu has become a spirit (please vote for me, follow up)
Xu Feng's singing skills are indeed at the bottom among the participating singers, but that doesn't mean there is no way to save him.

If singing skills are not enough, electronic music will help.

Under the electronic music effect, Xu Feng's shortcomings of poor singing skills were basically ignored by the audience.

Especially his laughter, which unexpectedly fits the electronic music.

"Yeeah ha ha ha ha ha ha ~"

The laughter was so magical that it was immediately contagious to the audience.

At the scene, there were only sporadic laughter at first.

But as we all know, laughter is contagious, and it didn't take long for local areas to become widespread.

"It's not that I have a low point of laughter, my jokes are too awesome~"

"Take a deep breath after telling it, friends, look at yourself~"

"Eahahahahaha~"

"Eahahahahaha~"

Especially when Xu Feng sang the second verse and Curator Jin laughed out loud, the audience was completely immersed in the devilish laughter and was out of control.

Backstage of the director's group.

"Hahaha, I kind of like this guy on the weekend now."

"Aren't there a lot of people on the Internet who say that Weekend and his fans are crazy? Now every one of the audience at the scene has become a patient."

The host, Mr. He, wiped away his tears and said to the director Wang Zheng beside him.

This kind of counterattack is more powerful than any verbal counterattack.

Musicians, of course, have to use music to speak.

"I like him too. The ratings of the show are guaranteed, hahaha."

Wang Zheng also smiled happily. This person was covered in the effects of the show on the weekend.

The scene and live broadcast room were also very lively at this time.

"Hahaha, this song is poisonous~"

"It's a crazy thing over the weekend. It's already dead. I wouldn't be able to write this kind of song without a serious illness."

"Haha...I'm here for the dark weekend, hahaha..."

"Damn it, my stomach hurts from laughing."

"Damn, why should I click on the live broadcast in the study room? Now people have been kicked out of the study room."

"Oops, I can't stop laughing~"

On and off the stage, it became a sea of ​​joy.

Just when everyone was laughing most cheerfully, there was a sudden "clang" on the stage.

The audience at the scene and in the live broadcast room instantly looked towards the weekend.

"That sound just now was made by the erhu, right?"

"Is the weekend about to start?"

"At first, in my impression, the timbre of the erhu seemed to be associated with sadness. Doesn't it fit in well with this piece of music?"

As soon as the erhu sounded, everyone could not help but frown.

In most perceptions, Erhu is easily associated with emotions such as sadness and lamentation, and its expressive power seems to be somewhat limited.

This psychotic song is a cheerful song with a strong sandy flavor.

Erhu, no matter how you think about it, you can’t associate it with Sha Diao’s joy, right?
Just when everyone was wondering how the erhu could accompany Sha Diao's songs, the erhu sounded again.

"Zheng~ZhengZheng~ZhengZhengZheng~ZhengZhengZheng~"

This erhu...

It's actually simulating human laughter.

Moreover, it was still the kind of laughter that sounded very lacking and full of mockery.

In addition, I played the erhu on weekends and shook my legs at the same time. I looked as if I was indebted as much as I could, and as much as I was mocking.

The audience at the scene and in the live broadcast room unconsciously had a picture in their minds.

"Oh, I jumped out again."

"I stood back up again."

"Come and hit me, you idiot~"

This is probably what Fang Tangjing felt when he jumped repeatedly in front of Master Xing.

The taunt attribute was raised to its full value.

A small erhu was actually able to be used for mental attacks by him. I'm afraid the erhu must have become a spirit. "This is definitely not the erhu I have ever heard~"

"Damn it, why do I feel like this erhu is laughing at me?"

"Oh my god, I... I seem to have been mocked by the erhu? Did I hear you correctly?"

"Yao Shou, this erhu has become a spirit!!!"

"I'm not alive anymore. I didn't expect that one day in my life I would be laughed at by the erhu."

"Damn it, I really want to hit him like this on the weekend. It's so ridiculous."

"Now that I have long posture, I can play the erhu so well."

Backstage lounge.

The other contestants also had the same expression as the audience at this moment.

Shock!

Shock!

Still shocked!

"I seem to understand now why I can be so confident on the weekend even though Xu Feng is holding me back."

"From the beginning to the end, he never thought about letting Xu Feng be the protagonist. Xu Feng is just a tool to attract others. The erhu is the real protagonist of this piece."

At this time, someone suddenly patted his thigh and said in realization.

When the erhu appeared, Xu Feng's mission seemed to have been completed. The audience did not even notice that Xu Feng had not spoken for a long time.

Everyone's attention was focused on the weekend and the erhu in his hand.

The weekend didn't lie either.

His erhu level is really no less than his suona level, or even better.

Almost perfect.

The laughter made by the personification of the erhu seemed to have penetrated into their brains, sucked their brains dry, and then forced this magical sound into them, making it impossible to take them out.

clang clang ~
clang clang ~
Naoren was filled with the mocking laughter of Erhu.

At this time, a player in the lounge suddenly burst out laughing.

He suddenly remembered something. Those contestants who were going to take the stage later had been brainwashed by this extremely magical erhu. If they were singing on the stage later, the ridicule of the erhu suddenly popped into their heads, and he couldn't bear it. I started laughing~
When they thought of this scene, they couldn't help but laugh.

Luckily they got lucky and got in front of the weekend.

……

Puhai.

within a neighborhood.

Wang Aimin was walking in the community with his hands behind his back, followed by an elegant young woman.

"Teacher Wang, are you really not going to this year's Puhai Autumn Music Festival?"

"I'm already old, so I won't join in the fun anymore."

Wang Aimin waved his hand and said a little calmly.

"Oh, it's a pity. Then our traditional Chinese folk music will probably be reduced to a supporting role of Western music in this music festival."

"Originally, there was also the scene of your suona song "Dazao", which might even give a little shock to the foreign performers who came to communicate."

The elegant woman in black dress sighed reluctantly.

"You are wrong about this idea." Wang Aimin glanced at the woman in black skirt, shook his head and said: "The decline of traditional folk music is not entirely due to the impact of Western music, but also has many reasons of its own."

"For example, there are limitations in the repertoire, backwardness in composition techniques, and there are many reasons. If you want folk music to develop better, you should not be in a hurry to go abroad and shine internationally..."

"But it should be based on ourselves. If even our own Chinese people don't like to listen to it, what's the use of foreign audiences praising it?"

As Wang Aimin talked, he said with some sadness: "In fact, our folk music has many classics and famous songs, all of which have been famous at home and abroad, but unfortunately they have been lost."

"This is what I'm doing now, visiting some folk artists to see if I can make up for those famous songs that were once brilliant."

After hearing Wang Aimin's words, the woman in black skirt was immediately in awe. A leader is a leader, and his level is much higher than hers.

"I understand. Teacher Wang, please feel free to do it. If you need any help from me, feel free to mention it. After all, in my position, I can still mobilize some resources."

Wang Aimin glanced at her, thought for a moment and said one more thing.

"But your idea of ​​giving folk music a voice at the Urami Autumn Music Festival can't be said to be completely wrong."

"Remember the young man I mentioned to you when I was in Yanjing last time? Maybe you can pay attention to him."

After saying that, Wang Aimin quickened his pace with his hands behind his back.

　I forgot how to post the easter egg chapter again. I suggest everyone to listen to the Erhu version of the Crazy Song by Xiao Huxian, the up owner of Xiao Po Station, and ask for follow-up reading and monthly tickets.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)