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

Chapter 85 The whereabouts of the famous song, the answer will be at the weekend (please order first!)

The Pure Land of Paradise is easily accepted among young people, but in the eyes of some stubborn conservatives, it is avoided like a snake or a scorpion.

"Vulgar."

"This is an insult to the culture passed down by our ancestors."

"This is clearly spiritual opium. Such an unsightly dance makes me blush. Is this what young people are today?"

"As a parent, I strongly recommend that this kind of video be banned. My child is watching this kind of stuff every day, and his academic performance has plummeted."

"The same goes for my children. They have no intention of studying these days."

The Internet is a great place, you can install anything in it.

Some parents saw someone criticizing Pure Land, and they also blamed it online.

Up to this point, everything was pretty normal. After all, this was on the Internet. It was completely normal for someone to curse.

But that afternoon, Wei Yongcheng, vice president of the Yanjing Folk Music Association, also began to attack the Pure Land online.

"When I was in the workplace two days ago, I saw a few young people in the workplace, who were learning about the Pure Land every day. I was curious and took a look to see what it was that made young people flock to it so much."

"But you don't know until you watch it. After watching it, I was almost shaking with anger. Is this kind of thing worthy of being called folk music?"

"I really didn't expect that something passed down by our ancestors would be so wantonly defiled."

"Folk music, folk music, is the ritual music that symbolizes the Chinese nation. It should not be so kitsch, but should be as elegant as mountains and flowing water."

The vice president of the Yanjing Folk Music Association made a heartbreaking and impassioned speech on Weibo, which really deceived some people who did not know the truth.

"The vice president of the Folk Music Association, he seems to be a big shot."

"To be honest, I've long been unhappy with Pure Land. It's just a house dance under the guise of folk music. I really don't know what's so interesting about it."

"Damn, after watching Pure Land, I thought folk music was quite interesting, but I didn't expect it to be like this in the eyes of real folk music artists."

"I'm just talking about why my child suddenly mentioned that he wanted to learn folk music. It turned out that he was interested after watching this video. But now after listening to President Wei's words, I have to think about it carefully."

At the same time, in a folk music training class in a business district in Yanjing, Wei Yongcheng looked at the comments from netizens and smiled like an old fox.

The reason why he criticized Pure Land on the Internet was not as high-sounding as he said. The main purpose was for his training class.

A few days ago, he noticed that Pure Land of Paradise was popular on the Internet, so he has been thinking of ways to see if he could use a wave of traffic to recruit more students for his training class.

He had previously placed an advertisement under the Pure Land video, but it was quickly flooded with comments from netizens, and no one noticed his advertisement at all.

He soon realized that maybe he should change his angle and go against the voice of most people, which would be the best advertisement.

So after he saw many netizens criticizing the Pure Land on the Internet today, he took advantage of the situation and made the above remarks.

Now that he saw the excitement among netizens and the time was almost ripe, he picked up the keyboard again.

“Although such kitsch as the Pure Land of Paradise is discrediting China’s traditional folk music, we don’t have to stop eating because of choking.”

"After all, folk music is passed down from our ancestors, and it still needs to be passed down by young people. But if you really want to understand or learn, you should try your best to sign up for training courses organized by formal institutions."

Having said this, Wei Yongcheng finally came to his conclusion.

Soon, he put the training class address and contact information in a prominent place on Weibo.

With his impassioned speech on the Internet and his status as the vice president of the Folk Music Association, it is enough to confuse some netizens who do not know the truth.

The Pure Land of Paradise now has tens of millions of discussions every day. As long as he can get one ten thousandth of the traffic, it will be enough to make the training class prosperous.

Wei Yongcheng, vice president of the Yanjing Folk Music Association, was not the first to be affected by the remarks made on the Internet over the weekend, but Miao Qing and others.

"This person is too hateful. Why does he say that we are vulgar?"

"Does he know how many commercial performances we have put on in order to maintain our original intention?"

"It's disgusting, how can there be such people in the world!"

In the Chinese Orchestra's office, Miao Qing and the others were so angry that they almost shed tears after seeing what happened online.

"Under the guise of folk music, what they dance is eye-catching house dance."

"It's just a girl group packaged in folk music."

"If you want to debut, just say so, okay? Stop tarnishing the word folk music."

They had received so much praise before, and now they received so much unbearable abuse.

At this moment, a deputy leader of the main group walked into the office with a somewhat ugly expression.

"Miao Qing, come out for a moment."

After the deputy leader called Miao Qing out, he shook his head and said, "How did you do this? What's going on on the Internet?"

"Sun Tuan, we don't know anything about this matter. We don't know that President Wei at all."

Miao Qing complained aggrievedly that she never imagined that Wei Yongcheng actually didn't even know their identities, and it was all just to attract people to his training class.

"If you ask me, you shouldn't go to any variety show. It's okay now. If the situation is like this, we will definitely not be able to go to the Urami Autumn Music Festival."

Deputy Captain Sun said, hating that iron cannot become steel.

"Why, Sun Tuan, I think this is unfair to us!"

Miao Qing suddenly became anxious. So many commercial performers approached them before, but she was afraid of affecting the music festival, so she kept declining.Now it's good, the commercial performance has been postponed, and the music festival has also become obsolete. Just because of Wei Yongcheng's words on the Internet, Miao Qing feels that no one else would be willing to do it.

"What's the use of yelling at me? Do you think I didn't let you go?"

Deputy Captain Sun glared and reprimanded Miao Qing: "You didn't cause this yourself? The main group doesn't punish you, which is considered tolerant."

"Sun Tuan, I don't want to get angry at you...but I'm not willing to disqualify us from going to the music festival."

Miao Qing also knew that apart from this matter, in order to reduce the impact, the main group would definitely not let them participate in the music festival. It had nothing to do with Deputy Leader Sun.

"Anyway, the matter has been decided. I just informed you."

Deputy Captain Sun sighed, and after finishing speaking, he left with his hands behind his back, leaving Miao Qing standing there with tears streaming down her face.

……

"Jiajia, just eat well and don't look at your phone."

Wang Aimin frowned. His granddaughter seemed to have become obsessed with some group recently, and she was learning some kind of dance with her mobile phone every day.

"Oh~"

Wang Jiajia pouted and put her phone away. She just took a bite of rice, her eyes rolled around, and she suddenly said: "Grandpa, I want to learn suona from you."

Wang Aimin laughed and said, "When did you become interested in suona? Didn't you say that suona was boring and hard to listen to before?"

This is not what Wang Jiajia said. In the past, this girl always thought that folk music was very vulgar and that young people would not listen to that kind of stuff.

Has this girl changed her temper?
"That was before, but now I don't think so anymore. I think suona is cool!"

Wang Jiajia's face turned red and she simply said shamelessly.

"cool?"

Wang Aimin didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and asked doubtfully: "Why do you think it's cool?"

"Hmm~"

Wang Jiajia pouted and thought for a while, not knowing how to explain it, so she simply took out her phone and clicked on the video for Wang Aimin to watch.

"It was when I saw this sister playing the suona that I realized that the suona can be so cool."

"By the way, these sisters are still the deputy members of your Chinese orchestra."

Wang Jiajia remembered that although her grandfather had retired from the Chinese Orchestra a long time ago, he was still the honorary chairman of the Chinese Orchestra.

"Really? Then I'd like to take a look."

Wang Aimin wiped his hands and put on his reading glasses.

As he watched, Wang Aimin's face gradually began to look surprised.

There are dozens of traditional Chinese musical instruments, but there are very few ensemble pieces.

This is because many ethnic musical instruments have strong individual timbres but poor fusion. Putting them together will give people a dissonant feeling.

In terms of the integration of musical instruments, Western music has harmony and is much better than traditional Chinese folk music.

Wang Aimin once thought carefully about why this problem occurred, and finally concluded that it was due to composition techniques.

Most of what is taught in conservatories is Western composition techniques, and few people think about how to apply them in folk music.

"To be able to make these four instruments get along so well without being messy, the person who wrote this piece must have a deep understanding of folk music."

Hearing Wang Aimin's emotion, Wang Jiajia laughed and said: "Grandpa, you know the person who wrote this song~"

"I know?"

Wang Aimin was extremely surprised.

"Grandpa, didn't you keep saying his name a while ago? Have you forgotten it?"

Wang Jiajia rolled her eyes, thinking that her grandfather had a bad memory and forgot his name.

"You mean the weekend?"

Wang Aimin's eyes suddenly lit up. If it was the weekend, everything would make sense.

"Yeah, it's him."

Wang Jiajia said proudly: "He is my idol. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't learn suona."

Wang Aimin immediately couldn't laugh or cry. His granddaughter learned suona not because of his grandfather, but because of an outsider. It was really not a good thing for a female student.

"By the way, I don't know what's going on with Chen Xiting. Didn't he say that he was going to invite someone to participate in Puhai Autumn on the weekend? Why has there been no sound yet?"

During this period of time, Wang Aimin has been studying the suona song "Crying Soul" on the weekend. The more he studied it, the more he felt that the weekend was unfathomable.

The song "Crying Soul" can be said to express the emotion of grief to the extreme.

This is very similar to a movement in the famous suona song "A Hundred Birds Pay Attention to the Phoenix".

Whether "A Hundred Birds Pay Attendance to the Phoenix" has been lost or not, perhaps the answer can only be found from Weekend.

　Four chapters and twelve thousand words. It seems that I still owe one chapter. I’ll pay it back tomorrow. I really didn’t have a drop today~~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)