Chapter 134 Old "rustic" musical instrument

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Chapter 134 Old "rustic" musical instrument

It's been two whole days.

Every morning, sharp donkeys are heard from afar.

What did this donkey go through? Why did it scream so shrill?

Lu Fangfang stood on the balcony, holding two thick panda eyes, looking at the solar water heater on the roof opposite, and couldn't help but ask, "Have you called enough?"

"Son. Son"

The donkey in the distance responded to her with a scream, as if two old friends were chatting, and at the same time, he also indirectly had the first "cross-race dialogue" in history.

Lu Fangfang's panda was red and red. She slowly turned around and walked to the edge of the bed. A Thomas jumped around, and his body rotated 180 degrees in the air. He hit the soft mattress heavily, and came back and rebounded a few times.

Down.

Suddenly, a roar of gritting teeth sounded, "I'll kill you stupid donkey!".

"Son. Son"

The stupid donkey was still like an old friend, sitting on the soft sofa, smiling, drinking tea while talking to her about interesting things that happened recently.

Lu Fangfang completely collapsed, ran to the bathroom, washed up in a hurry, put on her clothes, took her cell phone, keys, went out, looked for a donkey, and killed the donkey.

In the beautiful small park, Wang Liang held the suona and played it with emotion. So far, he has explored 108 kinds of donkey calls. No one knows donkey calls better than him. Even the linguists of the donkey race saw him.

, you have to call me "teacher".

After these days of hard practice, he feels that he has the potential to be a musical instrument performing artist.

Some people may think that he is bragging, but in fact it is not. What is the most important thing about becoming a musical instrument performing artist? Some people may say it is "talent", some people may say it is "love", and some people may say it is "yes".

"Tough will".

The above are just basic conditions, what is the most important thing?

emotion!

Every time you play, you must devote yourself to it, use your heart and your feelings, just like now, don’t look like a simple donkey call, it contains Wang Liang’s perception of life.

The struggle against destiny, the thinking about the universe.

It's no worse than Beethoven's Symphony of Destiny.

"Hey! Stop blowing!"

A disharmonious voice suddenly appeared, interrupting Wang Liang's wonderful performance.

"It turned out to be ya. I thought someone was abused by a donkey, which caused me to scream every morning. I beg you, I beg you, stop blowing, leave me a way out. I can dream of miserable dreams every night.

The donkey screamed, and then was awakened!"

These words were like a machine gun with a blue fire, "Da da da da da da da da da da da", and Wang Liang was stunned. Looking at the unkempt and haggard young lady, she said, "You have a ball of nose in your clothes.

shit!".

"ah?"

Lu Fangfang looked down and saw that there was really something. The color was yellow and thick. It must have been the bald old man who had just passed by the awake nose. He was thrown up. He quickly took out his pockets and looked for toilet paper. The result was that they were all empty. He was thinking about first.

I went to the small shop to buy a pack of wet wipes, and when I came back, I talked about the donkey's scream. A pack of wet wipes suddenly appeared in front of me. The hands holding the wet wipes were white and clean, with slender fingers, which looked quite beautiful.

"Thanks!"

I took the wipes, endured the nausea, wiped them, and just threw them into the trash can, the nightmarish donkey screams began again.

"Handsome guy, can you change the place to sing? It's so ugly!"

Change?

It is impossible to change, but it is impossible to change in this life. Wang Liang found that only by blowing in the park can you blow for one minute, and a progress bar will increase, and a blow at home can you blow for ten minutes. I don’t know if it is

What principle?

It seems to be related to the number of listeners. I will try going to a crowded place tomorrow.

Putting down the suona, she smiled and said, "This beauty, this is real art. As long as you calm down and listen carefully, you will find the beauty in it!"

As soon as these words came out, the old men and mothers around could no longer help, surrounded them and said in a lingering manner:

"Young young man, go somewhere else to perform arts, we really can't appreciate your art."

"Auntie gives you a hundred. You can go to the Internet cafe to play games and stop playing suona, ah!"

"You don't need to appear now. When I die, I will definitely ask my son to spend money to invite you to perform."

Listening to the old man and the old man, Wang Liang secretly complained: "I call it art! Art! Do you understand? It was true that in ancient times, there were playing the zither of cows, but now there was a man and the old man and the old man and the old man and the old man and the old man and the other was unable to communicate at all."

Suddenly, an old man with a hunched body walked out of the crowd, took off the suona that was tied to his waist, and said, "The suona is not played like this, listen well." As he said, he raised the suona, and a loud and sad tune sounded, instantly

He brought Wang Liang to the funeral site.

It was just a coffin that he had to lie in and listen.

The old man and the aunt at the scene stopped talking, their eyes were filled with fear, probably because they were afraid of sending them away.

The sad tune suddenly became cheerful. Sometimes, it seemed like the cheerful cry of a bird.

"good!"

"I haven't heard a hundred birds pay homage to the phoenix in many years, okay!"

"good"

The constant cheers at the scene made Wang Liang admit that he was indeed a little bit bad.

After the song was blown, the old man's face turned red and he gasped and said, "I'm old! I didn't stop blowing all night when I was young."

"Iron Lung Hu Youfu?" Someone recognized the old man.

"It turned out to be Hu Youfu. My great-grandfather invited you when he died."

Wang Liang also heard of Hu Youfu, the most famous drum maker in Jincha City, a folk name in the northwest. People who often appear in the red and white events are collectively called "Suma, drums, and sheng".

Drum maker.

His grandfather often said that when he dies, he must invite Hu Youfu to blow for a few seconds, and he will be happy to leave.

I heard that Hu Youfu was born in the old society and had no father or mother since he was a child. The drummer team saw him pitiful and accepted him. He started playing suona at the age of seven or eight, and was in his twenties and became a tiny lung.

, the highest record, the blowing was not stopped for seven days.

There must be an exaggeration in these rumors, otherwise they will not be able to spread it. Just like the title party on the Internet, they will shock 1.4 billion people at any time. It seems that people from the Long Kingdom do nothing and will be shocked every day, but this can also be explained from the side.

Hu Youfu does have some skills.

Hu Youfu hugged his fist, politely said, and turned around and said, "Now in these days, there are still young people who like suona. It is really rare. I guess in a few decades, the drummer team will no longer see it, and it will become

All Western music.”

Speaking of this, looking at the suona in his hand, he sighed heavily, and then said: "The times are progressing, and we old people are destined to be eliminated, but it's a pity that the song passed down by our ancestors."

A dry and covered with age spots fumbled into the suona around her waist.

A heavy sigh rang out again.

A shriveled, hunched body slowly moved to the distance.

A gust of wind blew, and a few white hairs on the temples fell.

"Wait!"

Author’s Diary: I actually had insomnia yesterday, but now I’m so sleepy, but I have to write again, which is so difficult!!!
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