Chapter 171 The Vienna Orchestra is here

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Chapter 171 The Vienna Orchestra is here

As soon as he finished speaking, there was another scream like a pig killing. Marion's other arm was broken. He happened to pass by an old man driving an electric tricycle to collect rags. The old man was frightened and almost fell off the seat.

, amid Marion's painful plea, he stopped the car, took out the senior computer, and called Yi Erzhen.

At this time, the increase rate of the progress bar was cut by half, and it only increased from [Flying Needle: 745032/1000000] to [Flying Needle: 765032/1000000], but it is quite good. If you want to increase by 20,000, you will have to suffer anyway.

Practice for one or two days.

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

So, I could only apologize him for a moment. Wang Liang quietly pressed the last small paper ball in his hand to his middle finger, and gently bounced his foot, and another scream like a pig, which was not as expected by him.

, this time it only increased by 10,000 yuan.

The third uncle standing next to him lit the pot, frowned, and said to himself: "This must be keeping up with the ghost! The hospital cannot see it, so you have to ask Yin and Yang to come and see it."

Do you want to make another move?

The next time I take action, I will definitely increase by 5,000.

After thinking about it, Wang Liang decided to make another move. Just once, he pretended to squat down and tie his shoelaces, quietly picked up two grass sticks from the ground, and flicked them out gently. Once, it was Marion's other foot.

, Another time was Marion's hand.

The progress bar finally rose to [Flying Needle: 782032/1000000].

Didn’t he behaved without martial ethics, and he promised to take action again, but he ended up taking action twice. It was because he picked up both grass sticks and wasted the other one?

You must know how to save resources and protect the environment!

At this time, Marion's voice was hoarse, and his scream seemed to be pounding a broken gong, and it was like a male duck shouting "Gaga" which was very unpleasant. In order not to allow the noise to continue to pollute the environment, Wang Liang took three

The smoke pot in the old man's hand was raised up in his, Marion and the uncle's confused eyes, and he held it in his hand, and used it as a suona, and started a grand funeral.

The desolate, loud and sad tunes instantly rushed straight to the world.

Listening to such music, Marion suddenly felt that he was the saddest person and the most miserable person in the world. His eyes turned red and tears couldn't stop flowing out. When he was learning the language of Dragon Kingdom, he heard a dragon national anthem.

, bounced out of my mind.

"I am the saddest person in the world, and I am the most in the world."

As he sang, he suddenly found that he had entered the coffin for some time. There was a circle of relatives and friends standing around the coffin. A pastor was chanting the Bible. He 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 reciting the Bible, relatives and friends slowly covered the lid of the coffin in his silent and desperate cry. The darkness instantly devoured him, "Shashashab bang." It seemed that something was hitting the lid of the coffin.

He knew that it was earth, and he was going to be buried alive. Under the threat of death, his potential burst out. He tried his best to finally shout, "I'm not dead!" The light came in an instant, and there was white in front of him.

On the ceiling, there was a faint smell of disinfectant water floating in the air.

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

Suddenly, a heart that had always been suspended finally landed. This time he went to Longguo to ask for cultural relics was the most wrong decision he had made in his life. Fortunately, the nightmare finally ended, and he finally suddenly, in his mind

A piece of desolate and sad music appeared.

The demonic figure also appeared, with the corner of his mouth rising, with an iconic evil smile on his face.

Marion's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he subconsciously said, "Don't come over, please, let me go! I will never dare to do it again."

The nurse came over to change the dressings. When she saw the Westerner on the bed was filled with fear and talking about foreign languages ​​she couldn't understand, she responded to the doctor and finally Marion was transferred to the psychiatric department.

Time went back an hour ago.

After the funeral, the third uncle snatched the tobacco pot from Wang Liang's hand, put the tobacco pot into the tobacco pipe, dug back and forth, pressed it, took it out, lit it with an old kerosene lighter, and sucked it.

After a sip, when the cigarette was sprayed out from his mouth and nostrils, he said angrily: "It's very good to blow, don't blow it anymore, I almost sent me away!"

The rag picker standing next to the electric tricycle expressed his strong agreement. He didn't need to blow like this now. He would blow well after he died.

At this time, Marion was no longer unconscious. She closed her eyes and tears were still pouring out, as if a dam broke out. As for the secretary and translator he brought, he had already been rubbing oil and slipped away.

Looking at the progress bar in front of him, Wang Liang nodded with satisfaction, and directly increased from [Suma Playing: 1000/300000] to [Suma Playing: 10000/300000]. If someone comes to cause trouble for him in the future, he will practice flying needles first.

, practice suona and take him away.

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

The sharp and harsh sirens came from far to near, and Marion's ambulance was finally here. The rag-picking man rode the electric tricycle and left. He probably was afraid of causing unnecessary trouble. Wang Liang stood at the door and kept watching.

The medical staff carried Marion into the ambulance before going out to ride a shared bicycle, and went to the nearby express supermarket to get the express delivery back in two times.

Currently, five traditional instruments have been collected, namely, drum, guqin, flute, suona, erhu. Wang Liang thought about it. There seems to be guzheng, pipa, and flute among traditional instruments. They should be able to collect them at that time.

After all the skills were trained to a slight level of success, he became a well-deserved master of national music.

I won’t say anything, practice the guqin first, why practice the guqin? Because the experts on TV like to play the guqin, either on the top of the mountain covered with white mist, between the cliffs cut by a knife and axe, or on

Inside the magnificent palace.

For example, Zhuge Liang was leisurely playing the guqin on the city tower. The city gate was wide open, but the Wei soldiers under the city did not dare to enter. While playing the guqin and chatting, they scared away the Wei soldiers and sang an extremely awesome empty city plan.

This is called a master.

Wang Liang naturally also had to talk about the piano, pretend to be, bah! Become a master.

This time, don’t play it blindly, just to prevent noise from disturbing the public. Be a good citizen in a day. Just read the guqin tutorial and learn a very casual song “Smiling at the world”.

Shangjing Concert Hall, the Music Temple in Long Kingdom, all those who can play music here are masters. Today, a group of Westerners came to the concert hall. They were the Vienna Orchestra that came to participate in the East-West music exchange meeting.

Founded in 1842, it has elegant and solemn style, gorgeous and beautiful, and has won many awards. It is a world-renowned orchestra.

The leader Femir is the lifelong honorary dean of the Royal Conservatory of Music, the ninth-ranked world-wide.

Looking at the magnificent hall, Femir and the assistant next to him said: "The East has no music of its own. All the music they play comes from the West. I don't know what the above thought, so we must come and participate from thousands of miles away.

This meaningless music exchange meeting”.

The assistant nodded and echoed: "Who made the people above be a group of idiots who don't understand music at all! We just thought it was a trip. The food in Longguo is still good. After rehearsal, go eat Shangjing Roast Duck."

Bai Cong, who was standing not far away, listened to the conversation between the two, his fists were unconsciously clenched. Of course, Longguo has music, and many traditional music are very excellent, but.

When he thought of this, his mood became extremely heavy. The older generation of traditional music performing artists have become older. The younger generation has not only not grown up, but what is even more heartbreaking is that no one learns and no one follows.

"well!"

Bai Cong sighed secretly, turned around, and was about to leave the hall. He just came in to say hello to Femir, the leader of the Vienna Orchestra. After all, he is the host and the guest is the one, so he can't let others say that he is not well treated.

He had a cold attitude, and after listening to their arrogant conversation, he had no mood to say hello at all.

Suddenly, a bad Long Guo dialect came from behind, "Hello, Mr. Bai."

Turning his head, he saw Femir and his assistant looking at him with a smile. There was no arrogance in their faces. It was said that Westerners like to go straight and don't like to beat around the bush. In fact, they also have a Western hypocrisy.

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"Hello, Captain Femir," Bai Cong responded lukewarmly.

"Mr. Bai, the song we took out this time is Beethoven's Symphony of Destiny. What song do you want to play? Sorry, I haven't heard any traditional music in the Dragon Kingdom yet."

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

Bai Cong gritted his teeth and said inwardly, "Wait, wait for the master who plays suona to come, so that you self-righteous and arrogant Westerners can listen to what real music is." On the surface, it's not

He said with a sensual expression: "The track has not been decided yet. After it is settled, I will communicate with Captain Femir. I have something to do, so I will leave first."

After listening to the assistant's synchronous translation, Femir smiled and said a bad Long Guo dialect, "Goodbye!".

Looking at Bai Cong's back as he was getting farther and farther away, the assistant whispered: "The leader of the Dragon Kingdom Symphony Orchestra seems not very happy."

"He probably heard our conversation."

"Oh! That's so sorry," the assistant said while shook his head, shrugging his shoulders in the middle, his face full of smiles, without any apology.

Femir smiled, changed the subject and asked, "What else is there except roast duck?"

"Replenish the fish-flavored shredded pork, Kung Pao chicken diced, sweet and sour tenderloin"

Back in the office, Bai Cong sat on the chair, and the more he thought about it, he became more angry. He really wanted to go over and say word by word to the two Westerners, "You wait for me! Then let you see the tradition of the Dragon Kingdom well.

Music, don't be shocked and your chin dropped." Finally, I held back, picked up the teacup, and was about to drink a sip of tea. My dry throat was moist and there was no water at all.

Bai Cong suddenly felt that even this cup of tea was targeting him. He threw the brewed tea into the trash can at his feet, added the new tea, got up and went to the water dispenser to connect hot water, took the tea cup, and walked to the window.

, looking at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window.

Suddenly I thought of something.
Chapter completed!