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

Chapter 98 "Good Night" Festival, the Legend of the Blind Wandering Music Player (Revised)
"Yes, Birds Facing the Phoenix is ​​only the artistic pinnacle of suona music, but it is not the artistic pinnacle of Chinese folk music."

"With a long history of 5000 years in China, there are not only suona, but also guzheng, pipa, erhu - and many other musical instruments."

"Each of these musical instruments has its own famous song. The guzheng has "Mountains and Flowing Waters", "Spring River Flowers and Moonlight Night", the pipa has "Ambush from Flying Daggers" and so on..."

"Suona is just a branch of Chinese folk music. The breadth and depth of folk music is not as simple as you think."

"Mr. Ilte, you know too little about China, and Western audiences don't understand China at all—"

When he said this, Zhou Zhou sighed with some shame: "Even our own young people in China don't understand China's traditional folk music."

"Mr. Ilt, Mr. Kenzie, rather than letting Western audiences understand folk music, what I want to do now is to make our Chinese young people like folk music."

"So I have no plans to perform abroad in the near future. I hope you two can understand."

After the weekend was finished, there was a brief silence in the audience.

Miao Qing's eyes were bright, and she looked at the weekend with special attention, without blinking.

Leader Lu of the Chinese Orchestra and others smiled with a blush on their faces while carefully savoring the weekend's words.

Only Yilt said loudly in disbelief: "No, it's impossible. I have been to China many times and listened to some Chinese folk music classics, but only "A Hundred Birds Pay Attention to the Phoenix" can have such a strong shock to my soul. .”

"I won't believe it unless you can let me see it with my own eyes."

Ilte stared, feeling that Weekend was bragging. If it was true as Weekend said, then his article would look ridiculous.

In that article, he often used words such as the best and the most shocking to describe it.

Weekend shrugged. He just wanted to get rid of the foreigner Yilt as soon as possible, so he turned to Miao Qing and said, "Let Tuanzi come over. Remember to bring her erhu."

"Ah."

Miao Qing nodded and quickly went to call Tuanzi over.

"I'll lend you your erhu."

Weekend couldn't help but take the erhu from Tuanzi who was still confused.

Everyone else in the Chinese orchestra also understood what they wanted to do over the weekend, and they all showed expressions of great anticipation.

Yilt twisted his neck unnaturally, with a serious expression.

Kenzie watched the fun with a smile and pricked up his ears.

"Zheng~"

We were still tuning on the weekend, but the atmosphere at the venue had already become tense.

"There are many famous erhu songs. I don't know which one he will play."

"The songs "Fishing Boats Sing Evening", "Good Night", and "Liubo Song" were once artistic treasures of China and even the whole world. Unfortunately, they are now either incomplete or simply lost."

"Have you forgotten that there is another erhu song that truly represents the pinnacle of Chinese folk music art..."

"You mean... it's impossible. I think other songs are possible, but the song you mentioned is absolutely impossible... He's so young, he definitely can't play the profound artistic conception of experiencing the bitterness of the world in that song."

The weekend hadn't even started yet, but it was the musicians in the Chinese orchestra who started to argue first.

Compared with suona, erhu has a higher historical status in Chinese folk music and has a longer inheritance.

There are more famous songs in erhu than in suona, especially there is one famous song among famous songs.

A blind wandering violinist wrote his life experience of poverty and poverty into a famous song that has made the world kneel before him.

It's a pity that they have only heard of this song, but no one has actually seen it.

At this time, I had completely adjusted the erhu over the weekend, but instead of starting immediately, I closed my eyes and began to brew my emotions.

Captain Lu took the opportunity to glare at the musicians in the main group and asked them to quiet down.

A few seconds later, Weekend opened his eyes, and everyone else's ears immediately perked up.

"Zheng-"

There was a sound of strings, and everyone present showed a surprised look.

Due to the production process of the erhu, its sound is first emitted by the vibration of the strings, and then amplified by the changes of the piano box, which sounds deep and sad to the human ear.

Therefore, the erhu can easily make people think of words such as desolation and melancholy, especially when playing some slower music, it is like crying and complaining, as if someone is telling a sad story in the ear.

But at this time, the sound of the erhu on the weekend was extremely bright and cheerful, full of festive and festive atmosphere.

"Zheng~Zheng~Zheng~"

The sound of the erhu is getting faster and faster, sounding like bursts of firecrackers.

At this time, the chief erhu in the Chinese orchestra heard this and suddenly danced with excitement.

"This is... a good night!"

"A song "Good Night" brings together the festive season, and Chinese people all over the world sing it on New Year's Eve."

Good night?

The famous erhu song "Good Night"?
The other people in the Chinese orchestra were startled for a moment, and then looked astonished.

This bright and joyful melody refers to the night talk that the family gathers around the fireside on New Year's Eve.

There is a bright moon on the sea, and the world is at this moment together.The importance of the New Year's Eve festival to the Chinese nation is almost engraved in our bones.

On this day, even those who have wandered far away will rush back to reunite with their families, bid farewell to the old year and welcome the new year amidst the sound of fireworks and firecrackers.

Among the people present, except for the two foreigners Yilt and Kenzi, everyone else was immersed in the sound of the erhu.

Erhu, which has always been known for its sadness, was made so peaceful and peaceful by the weekend.

This skill makes the chief erhu in the Chinese orchestra feel ashamed.

Although Yilt and Kenzie are not Chinese, they both have one thing in common, a high appreciation of music.

They can feel that the melody in the song is natural, and the emotions flow freely like a mountain spring.

It is not as stunning as "A Hundred Birds Pay Attendance to the Phoenix", but it is more moisturizing and silent, quietly immersing you in peace.

As a music critic, Ilte can't decide which piece is better.

At this time, the erhu sound also ended amidst the beautiful wishes.

However, the song, which lasted for more than four minutes, silenced the scene for more than half a minute.

"Kenzie, I lost. I really know too little about Chinese folk music."

At this time, Yilt gave a helpless smile, with a strong sense of frustration in his voice.

"Ilte, you shouldn't have asked me to come. I regret coming here now."

When Kenzie said this, several of the musicians in the Chinese orchestra looked a little unhappy.

What does this old white man mean?Is he looking down on our famous Chinese erhu music?

The next second they saw Kenzie walking forward quickly, grabbing Zhou Zhou's arm with some excitement and saying, "Why, why do you want me to hear such a beautiful melody?"

"I'm probably going to suffer from insomnia because I won't be able to hear it anymore."

Kenzie's exaggerated expression made everyone in the Chinese orchestra laugh. This old white man is worthy of being an American. He is really disgusting.

"Mr. Ilt, Mr. Kenzie, thank you for your recognition of me, but I still say the same thing, I have no idea of ​​performing abroad for the time being."

The weekend was unmoved, leaving the two old foreign men extremely disappointed.

"So, can I tell the world about your presence in Gramophone Magazine?"

"that is your freedom."

Only then did Ilte relax his expression.

Kenzie was a little unwilling to give up and advised him not to be so selfish on the weekend. The audience in Berlin would be very pitiful if they knew that they had missed such wonderful music.

"Mr. Kenzie, I don't have the chance to go to Berlin for the time being, but if the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra is willing to come to Puhai, I think we will all give it a warm welcome."

Speaking of this over the weekend, he suddenly smiled a little slyly and said, "By the way, Conductor Sickert plans to lead the Berlin Symphony Orchestra to China later this month for exchanges."

As soon as Kenzie heard Sigurd's name, the little old man's eyes immediately popped out.

The competition between the Berlin Symphony Orchestra and the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra has been very fierce in the past two years.

Seagal and Kenzie, the two core figures in the band, each did not like the other.

"Zhou, I will consider your proposal carefully."

"But I still want to say that the door of the Berlin Philharmonic Hall is open to you at any time."

After the two foreigners Kenzi and Yilt left, the seniors of the Chinese orchestra came to care about the junior Zhou Zhou.

"What a formidable young man. I never thought that in addition to the suona, you could also have such accomplishments in the erhu."

"Indeed, this song "Good Night" only shows peace and not the slightest sadness. It already has a faint sense of everyone's style."

"The most important thing is that weekend is young but looks at the problem deeply. Not everyone can understand that folk music must take root in the nation."

Speaking of this, several seniors from the Chinese orchestra told the weekend that China had not never produced some outstanding folk music performers in the past.

But some performers, after performing abroad a few times, were corrupted by capitalism and stayed abroad.

"In fact, they are not taken seriously in foreign orchestras at all, and there are very few who can give recitals."

"For this kind of person, no matter how advanced his skills are, so what?"

When the seniors of the Chinese National Orchestra talked about those people, their faces were filled with contempt.

"But if folk music wants to develop, it really cannot rest on its laurels. Proper and friendly exchanges with Western music are necessary."

Several seniors of the Chinese National Orchestra also talked about inviting the Berlin Symphony Orchestra to Puhai for exchanges at the weekend, and they did a good job.

Neither arrogant nor belittle oneself.

"Forefathers planted trees, and future generations enjoy the shade. I am also standing on the shoulders of giants."

Weekend said modestly: "After the Berlin Symphony Orchestra comes to Puhai, can it have an exchange performance with the Chinese orchestra? Then we will ask several seniors from the main orchestra to help support the scene."

The seniors in the main team have been praising themselves for a long time, and they have to reciprocate on the weekend.

　The content of 97-104 has been extensively revised, and there is a big discrepancy between the text content and the title. Please ignore the title.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)