A Chi Ling opens the era of national style

Chapter 49: How many years have you been studying suona ([-]-word chapter, please subscribe for a monthly ticket!)

After temporarily ending the live broadcast, Bingbing was dragged by the villagers to chat.

"Comrade reporter, let me tell you, Principal Lu has made a lot of contributions to our place. You are really right to come here!"

"Look at the smooth concrete road, the green shade on both sides, and the bus we're riding in..."

"It's all the benefits that Principal Lu seeks for us."

Chen Jinxian was enthralled.

According to the villagers, Lihua Town used to be dilapidated and dirty, and the overall quality education of the aborigines was backward.

There is only one school in the town, with no more than 50 students in each grade.

The school-age children are busy with farm work and cannot get away from studying, and the family is unwilling to spend extra expenses.

For these families, it is much more useful to let their children help with farm work than to send them to school.

Because of this, the original teachers have left their jobs one after another, and the education of the students has become more difficult.

At this time, Lu Tanwei stepped forward and taught multiple grades by himself.

In his free time, he does two things.

One is to visit various families and persuade them to send their children to school and receive education.

Another thing is to go to various colleges and universities in Qinchuan to ask if there are any teachers who are willing to teach.

With his unremitting efforts, it finally paid off.

The small classroom is full of students, and their eyes are shining with the desire to study.

More and more teachers are dragging their suitcases to this school.

A rural elementary school gradually took on the appearance of a school.

Lu Tanwei didn't stop there, he went to the city to learn the best education methods.

Go back to school and pass it on to the teachers.

Later, when conditions improved, he organized every teacher to study in the city, just to keep up with the children's education.

The school is getting better and better. Because of the school, the economy of Lihua Town has skyrocketed.

The life of the villagers gradually improved.

After the school was on track, his figure shuttled back and forth in relevant departments to benefit the villagers.

The muddy path has turned into a concrete road, with towering poplar trees on both sides of the road, the traffic is convenient, and the air is fresh and pleasant.

Chen Jinxian's eyes were slightly red when he heard this.

"Mr. Chen, what's the matter with you?" Shen Bingbing asked when she saw Chen Jinxian wiping the corners of her eyes.

"It's okay, the wind is strong, and sand is blown into my eyes."

"Principal Lu's life is indeed touching. I seem to see him working hard under the shade of a tree."

Chen Jinxian looked at the shade of the tree on the left, imagining the scene of Lu Tanwei struggling to pedal his bicycle when there were no buses.

Hard work, but firm.

What he is doing now is no different from Principal Lu.

They are all working hard for the declining industry.

"It's time to stop."

The driver yelled, interrupting his thoughts.

Chen Jinxian put on Suona and got out of the car after the reporters.

"Mr. Chen, welcome."

"Hello, Mr. Chen."

Zhao Yansong led his disciples forward, Zhao Qianfan looked him up and down first, and then forced a smile on his face to say hello.

Can such a young man really play "Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix" well?
Chen Jinxian nodded and saluted, and when he received the unfriendly gaze, he felt a shock in his heart.

"Who is this?"

"It's my apprentice named Zhao Qianfan. He has been learning suona for many years. Although he can't compare with Mr. Chen, he is quite accomplished."

Zhao Yansong was quite proud in his words.

In order to pass on the suona, he spent a lot of time cultivating Zhao Qianfan.

Ordinary songs can still be picked up at your fingertips.

The staff of Huaxia TV set up the equipment, operated smoothly, and pointed the camera at the main venue of the funeral.

"Hi Mr. Zhao, I'm Shen Bingbing, a reporter from China TV."

"Welcome, the scheduled live broadcast time is still half an hour away. Please find a place to rest for a while. If you need anything, just ask my apprentice."

Zhao Yansong glanced at the time, dealt with it casually, and led Chen Jinxian to the back room.

Listening to Chen Jinxian playing "Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix" is a serious matter.

He believed that Chen Jinxian knew this piece of music, but he didn't know how much he knew.

He took Chen Jinxian out of the yard and found an open space.

"Mr. Chen, do you think you could play "A Hundred Birds Pay Attendance to the Phoenix" first?"

"also."

"Actually, it's okay, it's okay, just play it during the burial... What did you say? It's okay?"

"It's just a try, it's okay."

Zhao Yansong originally thought that Chen Jinxian would reject his unfeeling invitation, but he did not expect him to agree.

In the middle of speaking, he was a little surprised, and immediately waited patiently for Chen Jinxian to open his voice.

Chen Jinxian readily agreed and checked the suona.

He understands Zhao Yansong's concerns, if he doesn't know how to play this piece, it will be tantamount to discrediting him.

Before playing it officially, try playing it once, so that both parties can count.

If it's a normal person, it's enough to play it once.

It requires a lot of energy, especially in the stages of birds chirping, singing and dancing, and it requires simulating a variety of bird sounds as well as performance techniques such as the roof sound and the flower house sound.

Chen Jinxian didn't delay too much. After the preparations were completed, he put his hands in place and closed his lips.

The sound came out immediately, getting weaker and stronger, and a broad and open-minded picture emerged spontaneously.

Infected by the tune, Zhao Yansong couldn't help but close his eyes and indulge in it, as if he was in the boundless grassland, enjoying the peace and beauty.

Then I seemed to see cuckoos, swallows, etc. flying and spinning on the grassland, and their cries were clear and sweet.

The atmosphere gradually became lively, and he saw flocks of birds playing in the sky, full of vitality.

When the birds were about to sing, Zhao Yansong held his breath, nervous.

Whether you can play this piece of music well depends on whether you can grasp the core passages well.

While worrying, I saw more and more flocks of birds overhead, dozens of birds chirping each other, and hundreds of birds contending.

Finally, the flock of birds gradually moved away with the phoenix, and the sound of the suona weakened.

After the song was played, Zhao Yansong burst into tears.

Chen Jinxian's performance was completely beyond his imagination, and he brought the song "A Hundred Birds to the Phoenix" to its extreme.

There is almost no fault to be found, and every detail is extremely well-controlled.

From the beginning to the end, there was no lack of breath, and the bird's singing was realistic and contagious.

"Mr. Chen, you play really well! Although Beijing opera and suona have something in common, this is the first time I have seen someone who can sing Peking opera well and play suona well."

"Who is your master?"

"How long have you been learning suona?"

"you…"

Chen Jinxian quickly waved his hand, "Stop!"

He didn't even hear this series of questions, let alone answer them.

In terms of Peking Opera, Xu Henian is his master.

But suona...

If he said that he was self-taught without a teacher, would Mr. Zhao believe it?

"That Mr. Zhao, the live broadcast outside should start, let's go out and have a look?"

Zhao Yansong held his hand tightly and was extremely moved.

Suona, there is a successor.

In the front hall, guests came one after another, and the wreaths were placed on both sides, and they were moved to the backyard until they couldn't fit.

In front of the mourning hall, clusters of flowers surrounded Lu Tanwei's photo.

Only now did Chen Jinxian have time to take a look. He was an amiable old man with a smile in his eyes.

He bowed solemnly and left the mourning hall.

There were people standing on both sides of the road. Looking around, it was dark and there were many more people than when he came.

Almost all the people in Lihua Town came to express their condolences. They were dressed in black and stood on both sides of the road.

Sometimes he lowered his head to wipe his tears, and sometimes chatted about Principal Lu's life, no one could laugh.

The villagers lined up to deliver wreaths, knelt on their knees, offered incense, and wept bitterly in front of the coffin.

"Principal Lu, thank you for coming home to persuade my little treasure to study despite his illness. It is because of you that he was admitted to university and found a good job."

"Otherwise, you are still growing vegetables in the field, Principal Lu, why did you leave so early?"

The middle-aged woman was prostrate on the ground, her broken hair was wet with tears, her eyes were red, and she was reluctant to get up.

Chen Jinxian went over to give him a hand, "He has already left, please express your condolences."

"Principal Lu definitely doesn't want to see you so sad."

Afterwards, the child in the mouth of the middle-aged woman hurried forward and knelt in front of the mourning hall.

One kowtow, two kowtows, three kowtows.

Every time I nod my head to the ground, it is extraordinarily deep.

He helped his mother away, the two leaned on each other, and the figure disappeared from Chen Jinxian's sight.

Perhaps it was touched deep in his heart, he raised his eyelids and looked up at the sky.

I don't know if there will be so many people queuing up on the day he left, just to say hello to him.

For Chen Jinxian, this funeral was a baptism.

He has strengthened his determination to inherit the quintessence of the country, not just to complete the system tasks.

It is genuine and comes from the heart, and I want to promote traditional culture.

On the day of the burial, Chen Jinxian and the suona troupe performed "A Hundred Birds Pay Attendance to the Phoenix" in an eight-stage ensemble, which was magnificent.

There are nine sections in A Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix.

The first paragraph is called the preface!
But there is no specific name.

According to the rules of the Tao, the name of the first section of Bai Niao Chao Feng should be the name of the funeral.

Blow it at Lu Tanwei's funeral.

Then this preface is the prologue of Tanwei.

As the saying goes, when the suona sounds, the dead are sent off!
The tune seems to have a gentle sound, but in fact it changes a lot.

Spit, slide, flower, finger, vibrato!
Swallow, spit, pad, beat, wipe, press!

Tongue rush, air rush, rebound, anti-double, continuous bombing, qi and lip trembling, fingers and qi trembling...

All kinds of complicated skills were displayed on Chen Jinxian.

Along with it, there are those little birds in the mountains.

This is the famous Chinese song——

A hundred birds face the phoenix!

After Chen Jinxian played the whole song "Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix" in one breath.

There is no physical discomfort at all.

Zhao Qianfan was stunned in place.

"Master...what is the background of this person?"

"He he he he, his back-and-forth utterance and tongue-playing sound are also amazing."

After Chen Jinxian finished playing, Zhao Qianfan tried to play it with interest, and almost twisted his tongue together.

At a young age, he can easily master Suona music with the most comprehensive skills.

Even those who have practiced boy kung fu since childhood may not be able to play so well.

Zhao Yansong folded his hands behind his back, his deep eyes fixed on Chen Jinxian.

"He is the inheritor of China's national quintessence!"

The live broadcast of Huaxia TV recorded the scene of him playing the suona.

Once it was broadcast, some netizens immediately intercepted the performance clips and uploaded them to the music platform.

……

On the other side, on Qianque Music Software.

"Look, Mr. Chen has played a new song again! And it's the legendary "Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix""

Netizens tagged the song "Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix" and asked the platform officials to move the song to Chen Jinxian's name.

As soon as it was put on the shelves, there was a lot of water splashing.

Previously, TT Music beat itself to death with a series of deadly operations.

The number of daily active users has been reduced by more than half, and the lost users have moved to Qianque one after another.

Not for anything else, just because Qian Que stood by Chen Jinxian's side during that incident.

"I thought "囍" was already the pinnacle, but I didn't expect it was just the beginning."

"I would like to call him the successor of China's national quintessence."

"What kind of successor? He is not domineering at all. He should be the quintessence of the nation."

"Tsk tsk, this year's netizens are not good, you have to look at me. Chen Jinxian, the leader of contemporary national style!"

"Brother, this is a good name."

"Compared to this one, the Bangzi Guo men's team can't even see the taillights of Mr. Chen's car."

""Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix"? Damn, I can play this, but I can't accept it!!"

In an instant, Chen Jinxian was crowned with the title of "Leader of Contemporary National Style".

The number of his Weibo fans has increased exponentially!

The homepage panel of the Douban public group is almost full of Chen Jinxian's discussion posts.

You must know that only the top traffic can occupy the entire homepage panel in the Douban public group.

"Chen Jinxian, is there anyone to ask for?"

"Reasonable discussion, is Chen Jinxian really powerful, or is it capital boosted, can any friends come in and chat?"

"Have you heard "A Hundred Birds Pay Attention to the Phoenix"? Crazy Amway for those friends who haven't heard it."

Weibo orange Vs have written Weibo posts for Chen Jinxian.

"Today, Peking Opera celebrity Chen Jinxian appeared on the live broadcast, and a suona showed his extraordinary strength."

"Know Peking Opera and suona again, Chen Jinxian, the inheritor of the immortal national essence, have you got it yet?"

Baidu's hot push push is almost all related to Chen Jinxian's reports. Baidu Encyclopedia has also been improved a lot, and it is no longer just information that can be read in a few glances.

As soon as this song was released on Douyin, Internet celebrities rushed to use it, and it immediately entered the Douyin hot list.

Because the topic was related, some bloggers related to the Peking Opera industry were also pushed to the front of netizens.

This niche circle suddenly became the center of the topic.

"Peking Opera", "Suona", "How to Play Suona"...

Related terms have reached a record high in search terms, and so-called experts have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.

Taking advantage of this wave of enthusiasm, I made a wave of dividends.

Smart people know that standing in line with Chen Jinxian is the only way to gain popularity.

But there are always some idiots who want to confront the public.

Li Wanzhang quietly updated his personal Weibo, "Am I the only one who thinks this song is average? The two suona songs are not auspicious. I don't know what you are after."

...

As the last string of firecrackers was lit, white smoke rose into the sky.

Everyone stared at the direction where the white smoke disappeared, put their hands together, and expressed their best wishes, hoping to bring the white smoke to Principal Lu.

"Mr. Chen, you have been of great help this time." Zhao Yansong embraced Chen Jinxian's shoulders, admiringly.

Chen Jinxian broke free, and the two big men hooked their shoulders, which inevitably made people imagine.

"Old Zhao praised it. I just did what I should do. President Lu sacrificed himself for others all his life and made selfless dedication to his fellow villagers. It is also my honor to be able to play for him."

"You are too modest. It is a great honor for Principal Lu to have you play for him. Even my master may not be able to play so well."

"Zhao Qianfan, do you have something to say here?"

Zhao Qianfan didn't know when he jumped out, looked at Chen Jinxian with admiration, and while praising Chen Jinxian, quietly stepped on his master.

Zhao Yansong's face collapsed and his eyes were sharp.

Zhao Qianfan shut up resentfully, "I'm sorry, master, I was talking too fast."

He admitted that he had been a villain before.

You shouldn't be prejudiced against others because of your age, but Chen Jinxian's strength is too outstanding.

The melody was played from his mouth, as if it was very easy, and it was a very enjoyable thing, without any difficulty.

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