A song from Chengdu revived a closed-down pub.

These words stunned everyone.

The chat room exploded with comments.

"What? Su Fan wrote this piece himself?"

"A mournful version of 'Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix'? Did I hear that right?"

"Wasn't 'Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix' compiled by Mr. Qu Feiming? How did it become an original work by Su Fan?"

"Wait, he's talking about the mournful version, not the version by Master Qu!"

……

In this world, there is also a "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix".

That was a popular folk song, originally called "The Sound of a Hundred Birds".

The initial structure was relatively loose, and in addition to imitating birdsong, it would even spontaneously add the sounds of chickens crowing, cats meowing, dogs barking, and even children crying.

Each suona band plays differently, with a strong local flavor.

Later, the suona artist Qu Feiming rearranged the original piece, correcting its loose structure and lack of climax, making it a complete work.

This is also the well-known "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix".

It is also one of Qu Lao's most proud works.

Su Fan, a young man in his early twenties and a singer-songwriter famous for his folk songs, actually claimed that he composed the song just now.

There are many musical instrument experts in the live broadcast room.

Some of them are students at the music academy.

Some of them are suona players in folk bands.

Some are scholars who specialize in the study of ethnic music.

When they heard Su Fan's words, their first reaction was not shock, but disbelief.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"It's not that I don't believe in Su Fan, it's that I don't believe anyone can reach this level in suona music!"

"Did you guys hear that piece of music just now? The structure, the composition, the flow—it's not something you can just play casually!"

……

The comments section was filled with arguments.

But one thing is certain: the piece Su Fan just played, regardless of who composed it, is worthy of being recorded in the history of suona art.

That kind of desolate yet expansive, sorrowful yet transcendent artistic conception cannot be created by piling up techniques.

It's a flavor that only someone with a profound understanding of life and death can produce.

Of course, most people don't understand these things.

All they knew was that Su Fan could play the suona and had even written a piece of music that sounded quite nice.

This is enough.

Qin Shen leaned close to Su Fan and said excitedly, "Brother Fan, you're really amazing! This piece of music of yours will definitely dominate the funeral industry in the future. My great-grandfather would be so happy if he could hear it!"

Su Fan didn't reply, but walked to the old man's portrait and bowed deeply.

Just then, an old man walked over, leaning on a cane.

Qin Shen quickly went to greet him and took the old man's arm, saying, "Grandpa, why did you come out? It's cold outside."

Grandpa Qin ignored him, instead grasping Su Fan's hand tightly. His lips trembled a few times before he finally spoke, "Child, you played well, wonderfully!"

Grandpa Qin turned to Qin Shen and said, "Shenzi, listen carefully. If Grandpa passes away in the future, you must play this tune for me."

Qin Shen advised, "Grandpa, what are you saying? You're very healthy, don't say such things."

Grandpa Qin continued, "If I can hear this piece of music when I'm lying down someday, I'll leave in peace."

Su Fan said, "Grandpa Qin, you will surely live to be a hundred!"

……

At this time, in Kyoto.

Liu Mingxuan leaned back in his chair in the study, his phone screen frozen on the image of Su Fan playing the suona, and hadn't moved for quite a while.

He is a professor at the Kyoto Conservatory of Music, specializing in folk instrumental music, and is considered a prominent figure in the field.

But at this moment, he opened his mouth, unable to utter a word for a long time.

He was very familiar with the four characters "百鸟朝凤" (Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix).

I've known it by heart since my student days.

Having taught for over a decade, he can draw every note, every breath, and every transition on the blackboard with his eyes closed.

This is his teacher Qu Feiming's most proud work, and also one of the important cornerstones that laid the foundation for Qu's status in the music world.

But the version he's hearing now has the same foundation, but the melody is completely different.

"This guy named Su Fan is only in his early twenties. How could he possibly compose such a complete piece without absolute talent!"

Liu Mingxuan began to investigate Su Fan's information.

The more I investigate, the more confused I become.

This young man seemed to appear out of nowhere; there was no such person before. Suddenly, his song "Chengdu" was released, and he came into everyone's view.

"Whether it's his composition or his performance skills, this kid is far from ordinary; he's definitely going to achieve great things in the future!"

He stood up and paced back and forth in the study a few times.

A thought popped into my head: "I must take on apprentices! I'll regret it for the rest of my life if I miss out on someone like this!"

Liu Mingxuan had the idea of ​​taking on apprentices, and once that idea took hold, it wouldn't leave him.

He became more and more excited as he thought about it, grabbed his car keys, and went downstairs.

With a turn of the steering wheel, the car headed towards Qu Feiming's residence.

Qu Feiming lives in the old staff quarters behind the music academy, in a six-story red brick building without an elevator.

Liu Mingxuan climbed to the fourth floor, stood at the door for a while to catch his breath, and then raised his hand to knock on the door.

"Come in."

Liu Mingxuan pushed open the door and went in.

Qu Feiming was sitting in a rattan chair in the living room.

Liu Mingxuan sat down across from him at the coffee table, took out his phone, and got straight to the point: "Teacher, please listen to this."

He opened the video of Su Fan playing "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" and handed it to him with both hands.

The first time, Qu Feiming listened with his eyes closed.

The second time, he opened his eyes and stared at the young man playing the suona on the screen.

He didn't say anything after listening to it for the third time.

Liu Mingxuan didn't dare to say a word.

After a long while, Qu Feiming finally spoke: "A beautiful piece!"

Liu Mingxuan was overjoyed and straightened his back a bit.

Then, Qu Feiming remarked with emotion, "Only those of great virtue can enjoy this music!"

Faced with these praises, Liu Mingxuan was delighted, because in his eyes, Su Fan was already considered his disciple, and a master would naturally be happy to praise his disciple.

Qu Feiming turned to look at him and asked, "You're saying this young man composed this piece?"

"Yes, he said it himself."

Qu Feiming nodded: "Such a promising talent, I want to take him on as my last disciple."

Liu Mingxuan opened his mouth, thinking he had misheard: "Teacher, you mean...?"

"From now on, he'll be your junior brother!"

Liu Mingxuan was stunned.

He opened his mouth, and after a long pause, he managed to stammer out, "Teacher, I want him to be my student... your grand-disciple..."

Qu Feiming leaned back in his chair and said earnestly, "Mingxuan, you are a teacher at the school. There are plenty of promising students here. In all my years, it's rare to find someone I like."

Liu Mingxuan pleaded, "But teacher, he's still young. I'll guide him slowly..."

"You can't handle that kid, so let me take over!"

Liu Mingxuan was a little confused by what he said. How did his apprentice become his junior brother in the blink of an eye?

Liu Mingxuan struggled to say, "Teacher, you're already this old, you should enjoy life and stop overworking yourself."

Qu Feiming said without even lifting his eyelids, "This time is different."

"Why is it different?"

"He's playing 'Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix'!"

Liu Mingxuan choked.

Faced with his teacher's eagerness to have a disciple (stealing his student's affections), Liu Mingxuan, as the disciple, could only gladly comply (swallowing his pride).