I did one thing to the extreme

Chapter 171 The Arrival of the Vienna Orchestra

As soon as the words fell, there was another pig-killing scream, and Marion's other arm was also broken, just passing by an old man who was driving an electric tricycle to collect junk. The old man was so frightened that he almost fell off the seat , amidst Marion's painful pleadings, he stopped the car, took out the elderly phone, and dialed [-].

At this time, the growth rate of the progress bar has been directly cut by more than half, and it has only increased from [Flying needle: 745032/1000000] to [Flying needle: 765032/1000000], but it is quite good. Usually, if you want to increase by [-], you have to work hard Practice for a day or two.

Now there is the "amplifier" of Marion, just use it once.

Therefore, he had no choice but to wrong him again. Wang Liang gently pressed the last small paper ball on his middle finger, flicked it lightly at his foot, and let out another scream like killing a pig, which was not what he expected , This time it only increased by [-].

Standing next to him, the third uncle lit a pot of cigarettes, frowned, and said to himself, "This must be catching up with ghosts! The hospital can't see it, so I have to ask Yin Yang to come and see it."

Do you want to make another shot?

The next shot will definitely increase by five thousand.

After much deliberation, Wang Liang decided to make another shot. Just one time, he pretended to squat down to tie his shoelaces, quietly picked up two straw sticks from the ground, and flicked them out, one time was Marion's other foot. , and another one of Marion's hands.

The progress bar finally reached [Flying needle: 782032/1000000].

It's not that he doesn't talk about martial arts, and he agreed to make another move, but he made two moves. It's because he picked up both straw sticks, so he only used one and wasted the other?
You must know how to save resources and care for the environment!

At this time, Marion's voice was hoarse, and the sound seemed to be beating a broken gong, or like a male duck's "quack quack", which was very unpleasant. In order to prevent the noise from polluting the environment, Wang Liang took three In the blank eyes of him, Marion, and the trash collector, the smoke pot in the uncle's hand was erected, held in his hand, and played as a suona, and blew a big funeral.

The desolate, loud, and sad tune directly soared to the sky in an instant.

Listening to this kind of music, Marion suddenly felt that he was the saddest person in the world, the most miserable person, his eyes turned red, and tears flowed out uncontrollably. When learning the language of the Dragon Kingdom, he heard a dragon national anthem , popped out of my mind.

"I am the saddest person in the world, and I am also the saddest person in the world"

Singing and singing, I suddenly found myself wading into the coffin, surrounded by relatives and friends, and a priest was reciting the Bible. He really wanted to say that he was not dead, but he couldn’t open his mouth , wanted to crawl out of the coffin, but couldn't even move a finger.

After the pastor finished reading the Bible, his relatives and friends slowly covered the lid of the coffin amidst his silent and desperate cries, and the darkness instantly swallowed him up.

He knew that it was soil, and that he was about to be buried alive. Under the threat of death, his potential exploded. He tried his best and finally shouted, "I'm not dead!", the light fell instantly, and his eyes were white. On the ceiling, there was a faint smell of disinfectant in the air.

Looking around, he didn't know when he had been sent to the hospital.

Immediately he let out a long sigh of relief, and a heart that had always been hanging on the ground finally fell to the ground. This time, going to Longguo to ask for cultural relics was the worst decision he made in his life. Fortunately, the nightmare was finally over, and he finally suddenly, There was a piece of desolate and sad music.

The devilish figure also appeared, with the corners of its mouth raised, wearing a signature evil smile.

Marion's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he said subconsciously: "Don't come here, please, let me go! I won't dare again.".

The nurse came to change the dressing and saw that the eyes of the Westerner on the hospital bed were full of fear, and he was still muttering in an incomprehensible foreign language. After returning home, he had a reaction with the doctor, and finally Marion was transferred to the psychiatric department.

Go back to an hour ago.

After a big funeral song was played, the third master snatched the smoke pot from Wang Liang's hand, put the smoke pot into the cigarette pouch, dug it back and forth, pressed it, took it out, lit it with an old-fashioned kerosene lighter, and smoked it. After taking a sip, when the smoke came out of his mouth and nostrils, he said angrily: "You blow it very well, don't blow it anymore, you almost sent me away!".

The junk picker standing next to the electric tricycle agreed very much. He doesn't need to blow it like this now, and he will blow it after he dies.

At this time, Marion was already unconscious, with his eyes closed, and tears were still pouring out, like a dam bursting. As for the secretary and translator he brought, they had already slipped away with oil on their feet.

Looking at the progress bar in front of him, Wang Liang nodded with satisfaction, and went directly from [Blowing Suona: 1000/300000] to [Blowing Suona: 10000/300000], and if someone comes to trouble him in the future, he will practice flying needle first , Practice playing the suona again, and take him away in one set.

"It's over (liao), it's over"

The shrill siren sounded from far to near, and the ambulance that Marion had been thinking about finally arrived. The junk picker rode on the electric tricycle and left, probably because he was afraid of getting into unnecessary trouble. Wang Liang stood at the door and kept watching. After the medical staff carried Marion into the ambulance, they went out and rode a shared bicycle, and went to the nearby express supermarket to get the express back in two batches.

At present, five traditional musical instruments have been collected, namely, drum, guqin, flute, suona, erhu. Wang Liang thought for a while, and it seems that there are guzheng, pipa, and flute among the traditional musical instruments. After all the skills have been practiced to a small degree, he is a well-deserved master of Chinese music.

Don't say anything, practice Guqin first, why practice Guqin?Because the masters on TV like to play the guqin, either on the top of the mountain filled with white mist, or between the cliffs cut by knives and axes, or in the resplendent palace.

Zhuge Liang, for example, played the guqin leisurely on the city tower. The city gate was wide open, but the Wei soldiers below the city did not dare to enter.

This is called an expert.

Naturally, Wang Liang also wanted to talk about the piano, pretending to be, bah!Be an expert.

This time, let’s not play indiscriminately, so as not to disturb the people due to noise, and be a good citizen for a day, watch the guqin tutorial directly, and learn a very chic "Looking at the Jianghu with a Smile".

The Shangjing Concert Hall, the temple of music in the Dragon Kingdom, all the people who can play music here are masters. Today, a group of Westerners came to the concert hall. They are the Vienna Orchestra who came to participate in the East-West Music Exchange.

Founded in 1842, the style is elegant and dignified, gorgeous and beautiful. It has won many awards and belongs to the world-renowned orchestra.

The head of the group, Fimmel, is also the lifetime honorary dean of the Rose Country Royal Academy of Music, which ranks ninth in the world.

Looking at the majestic hall, Fimmel and the assistant next to him said: "The East doesn't have its own music at all. The music they play all comes from the West. I don't know what the higher-ups think. They insist on letting us travel thousands of miles to participate in the competition." This meaningless music exchange".

The assistant nodded, and echoed: "Who made the people above are a bunch of idiots who don't understand music at all! Let's take it as a trip. The food in Longguo is still good. After the rehearsal, go to Beijing to eat roast duck."

Standing not far away, Bai Cong clenched his fists unconsciously as he listened to the conversation between the two. Of course, there is music in Longguo, and many traditional songs are very good, but...just
Thinking of this, his heart became extremely heavy. The older generation of traditional music performing artists are getting old, and the younger generation has not grown up. What is even more distressing is that there is no one to learn from, and no one to succeed.

"Ugh!"

Bai Cong sighed secretly, turned around, and was about to leave the hall. He came in just now to say hello to Fimmel, the leader of the Vienna Orchestra. After all, he was the host and he was a guest. His attitude was indifferent, and after listening to their arrogant conversation, he was in no mood to say hello at all.

Suddenly, a broken Longguo dialect came from behind, "Hello, Mr. Bai".

Turning around, I saw Fimmel and his assistant looking at him with a smile on their faces. There was no hint of arrogance on their faces. They all said that Westerners like to go straight and don’t like to beat around the bush, but it’s not true. They also have a set of Western-style hypocrisy. .

"Hello, Commander Fimmel," Bai Cong responded lukewarmly.

"Mr. Bai, the piece we presented this time is Beethoven's Symphony of Destiny. What piece are you going to play? Sorry, I haven't heard any traditional music from the Dragon Kingdom until now."

Fimmel's face was full of apology, but his eyes were full of arrogance.

Bai Cong gritted his teeth, and said secretly, "Wait, wait for that suona master to come, let you self-righteous and arrogant Westerners, listen to what is called real music." He said calmly: "The repertoire hasn't been decided yet. After it's settled, I'll talk to Captain Fimmel. I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

After listening to the assistant's simultaneous translation, Fimmel smiled and said a broken Longguo dialect, "Goodbye!".

Seeing Bai Cong's back getting farther and farther away, the assistant whispered, "The head of the Longguo Symphony Orchestra doesn't seem very happy."

"He should have heard our conversation"

"Oh! I'm so sorry," the assistant said while shaking his head, shrugging his shoulders in the middle, with a smile all over his face, without any sign of apology.

Fimmel smiled, changed the subject, and asked, "Apart from roast duck, what else?".

"Huanyu-flavored shredded pork, Kung Pao chicken, sweet and sour pork tenderloin"

Back in the office, Bai Cong sat on the chair, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became. He really wanted to go and say word by word to those two Westerners, "You wait for me! When the time comes, I will show you the traditions of the Dragon Kingdom." Music, don’t let your jaw drop.” Finally, he held back, picked up the teacup, and was about to drink some tea to moisten his dry throat when he saw that there was no water.

Bai Cong suddenly felt that even this cup of tea was aimed at him, threw the soaked tea into the trash can at his feet, added new tea, got up and went to the water dispenser to connect hot water, took the teacup, and walked to the window , Looking at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window.

Suddenly thought of one thing.

(End of this chapter)