From yearning to entertainment master

Chapter 87 "A Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix"

"Is that the song? Is Ye Mingxuan going to play that song?"

"It should be. You can see how serious he is, and only Bai Niao Zhaofeng can make him like this."

"It has been lost for decades, is it finally going to be seen again?"

"I told my grandfather Ye Mingxuan that he was going to blow the birds to the phoenix. My grandfather is now engrossed in the live broadcast, urging me to fast forward."

"Same world, same grandpa, I'm so tired. How should I explain to my grandpa?"

Ye Mingxuan's suona sounded, and everyone in the prelude didn't sound any different. They only imitated the sound of a bird. Although it required superb skills, other musical instruments also imitated the songs of animals, which was not outstanding.

As the song progressed, everyone's eyes opened wider and wider, from a single bird at the beginning to countless birdsongs now.If the imitation of birdsong is surprising.

Then a high-pitched and clear phoenix call completely shocked everyone, and with the phoenix call, a hundred birds sang together, numerous but not chaotic.All the birdsong are worshiping this Fengming.

Ito didn't care at first, but now he has been wiping the sweat off his face, his fingers are trembling, he is afraid, the fear from the heart, how can someone use suona so superbly?

As more and more birdsongs are imitated, if you observe carefully, you will find that there are all kinds of birds standing outside the glass windows above the concert hall, singing along with Ye Mingxuan's suona.

Augustine collapsed on the chair as if drained of strength, his lips were trembling, and he looked at Ye Mingxuan with regret and resignation on his face. What a small role this is, it's like a music god walking in the world.

Chen Yongjun is an old man in his 70s. He usually likes to drink tea and drink birds when he has nothing to do. Today, I heard from his grandson that a young man named Ye Mingxuan wants to play a hundred birds and a phoenix that has been lost for decades at an international music exchange conference. , he took care of it.

Bai Niao Chao Feng heard it in the countryside when he was still middle-aged, and he never forgot it.I thought I would never have the chance to hear it again, but I didn’t expect to be lucky enough to hear it once today.

Hearing the prelude, Chen Yongjun was excited, that's the taste, that's right, it's all birds chasing the phoenix, that's right.

As the song played, Chen Yongjun was shocked to see his thrush singing along with Ye Mingxuan's playing on the TV. It was indescribably harmonious, and even if you didn't use your eyes to see it, you couldn't tell if it was the real song. , that was blown by the suona.

"Grandson, grandpa has no regrets in this life." Chen Yongjun said to his grandson with emotion.

"Grandpa, what are you talking about? Grandson still wants you to live a long life!"

"It's not the same, it's not the same. Even before this song was lost, it was rare. The biggest wish of our generation after we leave is to send a hundred birds to the phoenix. It's a pity that a hundred birds to the phoenix are not People of great kindness and great virtue must not play it."

"Grandpa, since Ye Mingxuan blew this song, there must be an electronic version of the sound source after the exchange meeting. If you want to listen to it, just let your grandson play it for you."

There are not many old people like Chen Yongjun, and many old people have never had the honor to hear it in their entire lives.

Ye Mingxuan did not hear the expected applause after blowing the song, but a burst of exclamation.

"Everyone, look at the skylight above the concert hall."

Following everyone's gaze, the skylight was crowded with densely packed birds, even though the suona had finished playing, they were unwilling to leave for a long time.

"How do you describe this song in damn English?"

"Maybe this piece of music was created by God and his old man? Damn it, I can't find any words to praise this piece of music, perfect? ​​Wonderful? Xie Te, why the hell can I not speak Chinese?"

"Ye, you are a music elf, you must be, then you must be an elf sent down by the god of music." Paganini was so excited that he couldn't help himself, he was trembling when he walked, Ye Mingxuan looked at him with a flushed face I was terrified, I was really afraid that this music giant would be sent away by Bai Niao Chaofeng accidentally.

As Paganini's words fell, the audience rang out the shouts of "Music Elf". From the initial noise to the last orderly shout, Ye Mingxuan was also a little emotional.

"Mr. Paganini, you are joking, the music elf is not qualified yet." Ito said anxiously when he heard Paganini's words of praise for Ye Mingxuan.If Ye Mingxuan really got the title of music elf, what face would he have to show others?
Without looking at Ito, Paganini raised Ye Mingxuan's hand and announced loudly: "Hua Guoye, music elf."

"Music Wizard"

"Music Wizard"

There were shouts of approval from the audience.

"Mr. Ye, this piece of music is definitely a cultural treasure of mankind. I would like the International Musicians Association to propose that this piece of music be included in the [-] handed down classic pieces, as well as your instrument." Paganini doesn't know suona , looked at Ye Mingxuan hesitantly.

"Suona."

"And your suona, they are all musical treasures, you must keep them well." Paganini has already regarded Ye Mingxuan as a musician of the same status, and used the honorifics you.

Ye Mingxuan nodded seriously. We have lost too many cultural treasures for thousands of years. Although the country has begun to pay attention to cultural protection in these years, there are still some types of music and some folk arts that are slowly dying out.

Only by letting young people learn and understand can these cultural treasures that are slowly disappearing be brought back to life.He will no longer deliberately abide by the dogmas of this piece of music in the future, so that more people can learn this piece of music, so as to better protect this piece of music from being lost.

In the subsequent exchange, Ye Mingxuan didn't speak. Ito felt that his clothes were soaked. It wasn't hot, but frightened, remorseful, and annoyed that he would think of provoking such an existence. Looking at him, Ito quietly moved his chair back.

Daniel moved his seat to Ye Mingxuan's side and chattered endlessly. Ye Mingxuan was a little tired and didn't want to talk to him, but Liu Xianhua and Daniel whispered to each other, not knowing what to say.

Finally, when the exchange meeting was over, as soon as Ye Mingxuan sat up, the media from all over the world surrounded Ye Mingxuan tightly, and all kinds of microphones poked him in the face, causing pain.

Ye Mingxuan suppressed his hand, but Ken didn't have any effect at all. It was Mr. Paganini who couldn't see it and helped him out.

"Friends from the media, Mr. Ye is already very tired. Can you maintain order and conduct interviews in an orderly manner?" Although Paganini's tone was calm, there was an undeniable taste.

After all, Paganini is a music giant, but also an old man.The media quieted down very face-saving.

For interviews, you must choose the media in your own country, and Huaguo TV must be the first.

"Mr. Ye Mingxuan, what do you think of your performance in the entire exchange meeting?"

Ye Mingxuan smiled shyly: "It should be okay, right?"

"Mr. Paganini praised you as a musical elf, what do you think?"

"Ah? Don't dare to think, don't dare to think, then dare to think about this, I'm just a little artist who plays the suona, and Mr. Paganini is just being polite." It's completely different from the sharp-edged show at the exchange meeting, and now Ye Mingxuan is completely A shy big boy.

"It's not polite. I will formally propose the title of Music Fairy at the Musicians Association." Paganini patted Ye Mingxuan on the shoulder.looked at him encouragingly.

"Mr. Ye Mingxuan, will you engage in music-related work full-time in the future?" A foreign media asked first.

Ye Mingxuan glanced at the media, slightly displeased, but still said kindly: "My job is to be an actor, thank you."

"Mr. Ye"

"Mr. Ye Mingxuan"

　The concert is over, next week in Sanjiang.Thank you for your support, readers

　　
　
(End of this chapter)