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

Chapter 87 "Crying Soul"?This is a funeral for Min Le
The high-pitched suona sounded like a mournful cry.

The strong emotional rendering of the suona amplifies the mourning in the melody to the extreme.

The sound of suona brings people to the mourning hall.

The reporters and others at the scene were all stunned.

This suona...

It sounded like mourning.

Min Le was so sad that everyone started crying and gave him a ride.

Everyone finally understood what he meant by what he said just now on weekends.

This guy is ready to mourn China's folk music.

The song "Crying Soul" is the last eulogy for Chinese folk music over the weekend.

The power of this piece of music has already been demonstrated once at the funeral of Mr. Lu’s father. Now that this piece of music is played again on the weekend, its power has reached a higher level.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuori, why did the dead memories suddenly start to attack me? Why did I suddenly think of my dead grandpa?"

"Grandpa, it's unfilial to be a grandson. You left before I even started to be filial. Why did you leave so early? You only lived over 90 years old."

A reporter listened to the extremely sad suona of "Crying Souls", and the figure of his grandfather appeared in his mind unconsciously.

When his grandfather was buried, he couldn't go back because of work. When he heard the weekend suona, he couldn't help crying on the spot.

He burst into tears and soon infected others.

Everyone present is an adult, and there are always a few memories in our hearts that make people cry.

"Wow, when I hear this suona sound, why do I suddenly want to cry for my ex-boyfriend? Forget it, just think of it as practice in advance."

"It hurts, it hurts!"

"Grandpa, I didn't go back to worship during the Qingming Festival this year. Today, my grandson is here to cry for you again~"

"Woooo, I don't know why I'm crying, but everyone else is crying. If I don't cry, will I feel out of place?"

"Master Zhou, please put away your magical power. This is not a suona. I'm afraid it's not a magic weapon!"

For a moment, the scene was filled with cries, and the scene was so lively.

The hotel manager stood in the lobby, looking at the strange scene outside, and couldn't help but ask.

"Whose relative has died outside? Why are you crying so sadly?"

"I don't know. It seems that someone named Ming Yue died~"

The hotel manager and security guard knew that this group of people crying so loudly outside would affect the business, but it was not appropriate to stop them and stop them from crying at this time.

It's not illegal to cry, right?

"This suona player is quite capable. I almost want to cry when I listen to this suona."

"This is 2000 yuan. After everyone has dispersed, I will quietly give it to the suona master and ask him to help me play a piece at the door of the hotel next door~"

The hotel manager thought for a moment, took out 2000 yuan from his pocket, and said mischievously.

After stuffing the money, the manager took out another few hundred yuan and handed it to the security guard, and added: "Find a few more professional ones, who can cry louder."

At the same time, the weekend song "Crying Soul" was finally finished.

The moment the suona stopped, the crying suddenly stopped.

The reporters at the scene looked at each other for a while, and no one was embarrassed to mention what happened just now.

"Hey, where are the weekenders?"

Some people who reacted quickly saw that only the back of Zhou Xing had left, and quickly shouted in his direction: "Wen weekend, you haven't said what the name of this song is yet?"

"Crying spirit!"

When the voice came, Zhou Xing's back just disappeared from everyone's sight.

Crying spirit?

When they heard the name of the song, the reporters were already drafting it in their minds.

【Shock! ! !Chinese folk music is dead, and the weekend live performance is the folk music "Crying in Mourning". 】

[Art is not to ride on the heads of the masses, but to bend down and be a beast for the masses. This is the weekend’s cry for folk music~]

[Isn’t it folk music for Lower Riba people?Let’s see what the weekend has to say! 】

[Is it time for folk music to reflect? 】

In the afternoon of that day, the weekend interviews were carefully proofread by reporters and then uploaded to the Internet.

After watching the film, netizens complained on the spot that folk music was dead and they would burn paper if necessary. Those words spoke to the hearts of netizens.

"Folk music is dead. If you have something to do, burn paper. It's been a long weekend. It's a beautiful scolding."

"That's a good scolding. Today's folk music has long become a thing for those in the association to enclose their own territory. This kind of folk music is dead!"

"Damn it, I still have a lot of fun on the weekends. It's amazing to watch Min Le cry and mourn on the spot."

"Why does folk music have to be sunny and snowy? I just like vulgar music like Pure Land. What's wrong, I can't understand the elegant stuff!"

"Then the vice-president of the Yanjing Folk Music Association, isn't he the same monk mentioned over the weekend who offers folk music on the altar and then enjoys the incense wantonly."

"Support the weekend. There is no distinction between elegance and vulgarity in music. The more elegance people claim to be, the more vulgar they are."

Most of the netizens are ordinary people. They only have one requirement for music, which is that it sounds good and can bring them spiritual pleasure.

So what I said over the weekend really speaks to the sentiments of netizens. I just like the Pure Land. Why do you think I'm vulgar?

The people in your Folk Music Association are so elegant, so elegant that no one wants to listen to them. It has become a purely self-enclosed art.

This kind of folk music, as the weekend said, might as well be dead.

...Puhai Chinese Orchestra.

The small office of the Girls Band.

Miao Qing and the other girls were gathered in front of the computer, which was playing interviews from the weekend.

"Folk music is dead. If something happens, paper will be burned."

"Folk music is dead. Let's all come and cry for Min Le and give it another try."

Looking at the scene where the weekend angrily shouted about "folk music", several girls in the women's band felt that all the bad breath came out of their hearts.

"The curse was so beautiful. If the group leader hadn't stopped me, I would have wanted to curse people online."

"The weekend was really awesome, especially the last song "Crying Soul", which was like a slap in the face of that vice-president."

"It's so refreshing. It has to be the weekend."

"It's over, it's over, what should I do if I feel like I'm going to fall in love with the weekend!"

"Tuanzi, you are so handsome and so talented on the weekend, I'm afraid you won't be able to grasp it!"

In the office, several girls from the women's band suddenly had an idea after reading the weekend interview.

On the surface, the topic on the weekend was about folk music, but in fact, the "Yanjing Folk Music Association" was criticized every word.

"Tiantian, why don't you say a word?"

Miao Qing turned her neck and looked at the fight of several girls with a smile on her lips. When she turned her head, she happened to see Tian Fang, the suona player in the group, who had not spoken a word, so she couldn't help but ask.

"Ah~ I was just listening to the music and didn't pay attention to what you said."

Suona Tian Fang came back to her senses and told everyone with some emotion: "I used to know that the level of suona on weekends was very high, but I didn't know exactly how high it was."

"So you know now? How high?"

"It's as high as several floors."

Tian Fang was a little frustrated. She had always been very confident in her suona before, but after listening to the weekend song "Crying Soul", her confidence began to waver.

There is no need to talk about the breath, the most important thing is the emotion. On weekends, a song can make the audience cry. This kind of emotional appeal, even the chief suona of the main group cannot do it.

"so tall?"

"I suddenly thought of something fun. It would be great if I could go to a music festival on the weekend and make all the foreigners cry. That scene would definitely be interesting."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the office unconsciously had pictures in their minds.

puff!

Suddenly, everyone in the office was overjoyed.

……

"Art is not about riding on the heads of the masses. It should bend down and be a beast for the masses. Okay, that's great!"

When Wang Aimin heard this sentence said in the interview over the weekend, he slapped his thigh hard.

This sentence simply spoke to his heart. Wang Aimin is a leader in the Chinese folk music world, but he has retreated to the second line early. The fundamental reason is that he can't stand the current situation of the folk music world.

He has long said that if folk music wants to develop, it must keep pace with the times and cannot rest on its laurels.

However, in the end, some people from the Folk Music Association joined forces to suppress his voice.

Wang Aimin has long seen that why these people like to label folk music as elegant is actually to set a threshold for ordinary people, and then use this threshold to open training courses and recruit students.

Wherever there is any high art, they just want to tell outsiders that only members of the association like them can truly represent folk music.

Want to learn real folk music?Only by entering the training courses they offer can you be authentic in folk music.

Therefore, there is no elegance, only profit.

"It's rare for this kid to have such a thorough understanding of the folk music scene. I think it won't be that easy for Chen Xiting to get him to go to the music festival."

Wang Aimin couldn't help but laugh. He had offended the entire folk music circle during the interview over the weekend.

Therefore, Chen Xiting may have to hit a wall.

In fact, Wang Aimin really guessed it.

At the same time, Chen Xiting happened to find Zhou Wenxue. When she mentioned that she wanted to invite him to attend the Puhai Music Festival, he rejected her.

In a quiet cafe, I sat across from Chen Xiting on weekends.

"Are you really going to stop thinking about it?"

Chen Xiting looked at the weekend with some helplessness. She was almost dry with her saliva, but she refused to go on the weekend.

"As a celebrity, I won't go to the Urami Autumn Music Festival to join in the fun."

Although Weekend was a little surprised by Chen Xiting's magical powers, and even director Wang Zheng wanted to give her face, he still refused to give in at all on issues of principle.

Seeing that she couldn't break through from the front, Chen Xiting quickly rolled her eyes and suddenly thought of something.

"By the way, let me tell you something. Wei Yongcheng will also be attending this Puhai Autumn Music Festival."

"Who is Wei Yongcheng?"

Weekend was stunned, and he really couldn't remember who this person was for a while.

"..."

Chen Xiting was silent for a second and reminded: "Vice President of Yanjing Folk Music Association."

"You mean the vice president who scolded me online?"

When he heard what Chen Xiting said over the weekend, he immediately understood who it was. He really didn't know that guy's name was Wei Yongcheng.

As soon as I heard that Wei Yongcheng was coming to Puhai Autumn Music Festival, he changed his mind again over the weekend. How could he be angry and angry from afar compared to being slapped in the face live?
Although he knew that Chen Xiting was provoking the general, who would let him do this?

(End of this chapter)