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【I take back my apology!】

【Is it appropriate for a sensationalist to use someone else's funeral as a live broadcast effect?】

【yes! Who can play suona these days?】

【Maybe Qin Feng had been trained in advance? Maybe Qin Feng already knows how to do it?】

【Pull me down. The old man will tell you that I will die in a few days. Can you practice suona?】

【yes! If he knew how to do it, would Teacher He be so surprised?】

【The program team should just cut off Qin Feng’s line! Let's just sit back and see how good Xiao Yueyue, Chaoyue and Baoqiang are? 】

Looked at the indignant barrage.

The staff of the photography team asked cautiously:"Qin Feng, are you serious? Don't involve us in getting beaten!""

"Even if it’s a joy or a funeral, I can’t tolerate you making an effect, right?"

"Otherwise, forget it, you black soil people have quite hot tempers.···I'm afraid that time···"

Facing overwhelming doubts.

Qin Feng did not defend himself.

From his suitcase, he took out the professional performance-grade suona given by the system.

The moment I came into contact with Suona.

God-level suona mastery comes into play.

Qin Feng only felt that this suona was like an extended part of his body.

Smooth and cool to the touch.

It's more comfortable and moisturizing than his boss Yang Mi!

"Well, let me play one for you first!"

"If everyone is dissatisfied and doesn't approve, I won't go to my seventh uncle's funeral to play suona!"

After saying that,

Qin Feng raised the suona, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath!

Then!

The tragic and desolate notes sounded between heaven and earth!

At this time!

Little snowflakes began to fall!

The north wind blew, Not only did it not affect the sound effect of the suona, but it gave the whole piece of music a desolate and cold feeling!

The sky and the earth are vast.

The wind and snow are rolling.

On the vast plain.

Everyone seems to see a lonely and sad figure, slowly walking towards the horizon and gradually disappearing in the snow······

"Wife! How could you be willing to leave me alone in this world! You are so cruel!"

Whether it was He Ling or the audience in front of the screen, everyone was listening intoxicated.

The wail suddenly sounded!

Qin Feng, who was startled, opened his eyes. It turned out that it was a staff member of the photography team who was howling loudly. cry!

"Xiao Li's wife passed away around this time the year before last. The two of them talked about graduating from high school, alas.···"

Another staff member choked up and explained to Qin Feng and the audience.

It’s okay not to say it.

Everyone just had red eyes.

As soon as this sentence came out.

Every one of the staff at the scene thought of their deceased relatives or friends.

"Prosperity, prosperity! I shouldn't have sent you to a dog meat shop to exchange for a pack of crispy noodles!"

"Old horse, old horse! You still owed me 100,000 yuan and haven't paid it back, so why did you get hit by a dump truck and die?!!"

"Xiaoli, I’ve collected enough of the 880,000 yuan gift! I will burn it for you after I finish filming the show!"

At the entrance of Qinjiatun Village.

All the staff were weeping in pain.

In front of thousands of screens.

There were also pairs of tearful eyes.

【Woo woo woo···I apologize···This time I really apologize···】

【Although my family is complete, I am in good health, and my wife has not died, why can’t I help but cry?】

【They say the suona is the rascal among musical instruments, but isn’t it too cynical? 】

As a recognized good old man and a crying king in the entertainment industry.

Teacher He Linghe at this moment.

I've already used up a pack of tissues.

Taking the new pack, He Ling wiped his tears and asked:"Qin···Qin Feng···"

"I don’t know what the name of your suona song is?"

Before Qin Feng could answer!

He Ling's eyes widened when he saw the teleprompter, and he said in shock:"What?!"

"Xiao Yueyue fainted from crying?!"

The screen instantly cut back to Xiao Yueyue.

In a small room.

Xiao Yueyue fainted on the ground with tears on his face.

Surrounded by busy staff and family members.

Hot towel.

Just right.

Feed hot water.

Okay. After a busy day, Xiao Yueyue woke up leisurely.

Hearing the prompt from the staff,

Xiao Yueyue choked and said,"I'm sorry, I'm a little lost."···"

"This suona by Qin Feng reminds me of my father···"

"Everyone should know that when my father passed away, I was performing abroad and was not able to see him for the last time.······"

"Wow!!!"

"Ohh Ohh ohh!!!"

"Dad···I, Yue Longgang, am unfilial!!! Dad!!! My son misses you!!!"

As he spoke,

Xiao Yueyue burst into tears again!

The director team quickly switched the main screen back to Qin Feng.

He Ling tried hard to control his emotions and asked again:"Qin Feng, your···What's the name of this suona song?"

Qin Feng said:"This piece is called"Remembering the Ancestors", which is a relatively classic piece of sad music. He

Ling wiped his tears:"Qin Feng, you just said that my seventh uncle and grandpa were in mourning, so he shouldn't play such sad music again, right?""