Author: Shang Xia seeking locks

Chapter 177 The Vienna Orchestra was scared away

At this time, the erhu in Wang Liang's hand has changed, becoming more and more illusory, appearing and disappearing, and finally disappearing directly. From an outsider's perspective, Wang Liang is playing the erhu against the void, with the golden progress in front of his eyes.

It was also full, and he got into the right hand of the erhu player.

The long-lost electronic sound appeared in my mind.

【Already got a first glimpse of the door】

At the same time, a new progress bar appeared in front of Wang Liang's eyes, [Erhu playing: 0/100000]. Wang Liang paused for a moment and activated the Erhu playing skill that he had mastered for the first time. The song was still the classic old song, "Erquan Reflects the Moon"

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According to legend, this tune was composed by a blind and impoverished Taoist priest from the Zhengyi sect who recalled his miserable life and was inspired by his emotions. Therefore, the tune is extremely sad. It was later learned by many beggars who played it on the streets.

The song begs for food.

When people passing by hear such sad music, they will feel pity and give them more food or change.

The famous actor Zhao Dashan is very good at this piece of music.

When Erquan Yingyue appeared in the rehearsal room again, there seemed to be no other changes except that Wang Liang was playing the erhu into the void. He was a little confused. What was going on? Could it be that the erhu skill was just an empty show that was not useful?

actually not!

Even more "magical" than the suona playing skill.

At this time, a blind old man suddenly appeared in the rehearsal room where the Vienna Orchestra was located. He was leaning on a crutch in one hand and holding a broken bowl in the other. Under the gaze of everyone, he walked up to the conductor, moved his lips, and said something that they could not hear.

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As if under Satan's black magic, the conductor mechanically dug into his trouser pocket and put his cell phone in the old man's bowl.

The old man turned around, walked to the audience, and began to communicate silently with other people. No matter who it was, they would put their valuables into the old man's bowl. The band members who were not communicating with the old man shouted at the top of their lungs, "Wake up."

Wake up, don’t give him anything”, “Wake up everyone!”.

It didn't work, people would still put valuables into the old man's bowl one after another.

The sober band member walked up to the old man and wanted to take out the contents of his bowl and drive him away. However, he was stunned. He heard that extremely sad feeling again. No, to be precise, it should be extremely miserable.

music.

I don't know when I became a beggar, huddled on the street, cold and hungry, looking at the passers-by with a pleading look, hoping that they would be kind and give me some food or change.

Soon, the first kind-hearted passerby gave me 10 yuan in change, the second gave me a mobile phone, but this phone looked like the one I had used before, and the third kind-hearted passerby gave me another

Get yourself a watch.

I don't know when the environment changed again, and I returned to the familiar rehearsal room. The eyes of others were also confused, as if they had encountered the same situation as me, and some couldn't tell whether they were beggars or band members.

Is the current environment reality or a dream?

Until a sentence came out, "What are you doing? There is a performance at the end of the month, and you haven't rehearsed seriously. Do you want the Vienna Orchestra to act like a clown in front of many heavyweight audiences?".

His voice was dry and hard, like a file sharpening iron.

Familiar, too familiar. Isn't this the voice of Captain Fimmel, who is known for his strictness and rigidity?

Everyone turned around mechanically and looked at Fimmel. The confusion in their eyes slowly faded away, and they suddenly remembered the scene just now. Almost everyone was touching the pockets of their clothes.

empty.

empty.

Still empty.

There is nothing left including change, mobile phone, watch, and lighter.

Fimmel looked at the strange behavior of the band members, frowned and asked: "What happened?".

"Our things were taken away by an old man, oh! Oh my God, my mobile phone, my money." A fat man playing the cello said, holding his round head, frowning, baring his teeth, no He stopped and shook his head.

Others also said that their things were taken away by an old man and that they were caught in a very real hallucination.

Fimir was stunned and said helplessly: "Why did you give your personal belongings to that damn old man?" When he said the word "old man", he was so angry that he spit out his saliva.

Ever since I came to Dragon Kingdom to participate in this damn East-West Music Exchange Conference, all kinds of weird problems have been appearing in the band, as if they were cursed by Satan.

Infuriating!

Seeing that the group leader was angry, everyone began to explain the reasons.

"I swear to God, I didn't take the initiative to give it to that old man. He used witchcraft to defraud me of my things."

"I didn't give the old man anything at all. When I woke up from the hallucination, the things were gone."

"Me too!"

While everyone was busy explaining, someone suddenly shouted: "Dragon Kingdom is too weird. Not only are there magical sounds that make people cry, but there are also old men who can create hallucinations and deceive people. We can't stay here anymore." "We must return home immediately."

As soon as this shout came out, the rehearsal room instantly became silent. A few seconds later, under the extremely angry eyes of Fimmel, everyone began to pack their things silently. They could not stay in this place for a day, and they had to go home quickly.

After cleaning up and preparing to leave, Fimmel stood at the door and shouted loudly: "Whoever goes back now will get out of the Vienna Orchestra forever, forever."

In the past, the band members would have never dared to go back. They sat down obediently and started to continue rehearsing. But now their hearts were completely filled with fear. They just picked up their bags and left regardless of what the band leader said.

Seeing that the threat was ineffective, Fimmel quickly calmed down the band members and said loudly: "Wait a minute, this is just an accident. I will investigate the specific reason. Don't leave yet."

There was no use in trying to comfort him. No matter how dry Fimmel was and what he said, the band members were like bastards eating weights. They were determined to go home. In the end, they had no choice but to lock the safe where their passports were kept.

I swear on my reputation as the band leader that I will investigate this matter and give everyone an explanation.

The band members were forced to agree.

Back to more than half an hour ago, Wang Liangzheng was wondering why his erhu playing skills didn't have any magical effect. The door of the rehearsal room suddenly opened, and a bunch of messy things suddenly flew in and landed in front of him.

Looking at the things on the ground, he became even more puzzled.

what's the situation?

Why did a lot of mobile phones and change suddenly fly over? Among the change, there were colorful foreign money. In addition to these, there were also a few watches, kerosene lighters, and wallets.

Picking up the phone, pressing the button on the side, the screen lights up, and the words displayed on it are all in incomprehensible foreign characters.

This was even more strange. When he played a piece of erhu, a bunch of foreigners' mobile phones, money, and random personal belongings came flying out. Wang Liang really couldn't figure out what the connection was, so he found a plastic bag and put the things in it.

Get up and hand it over to the security department of the concert hall and let them handle it.

After Wang Liang left, more than half an hour later, Feimier hurriedly came to the security department and took the things away. He wanted to ask the person who returned the things what he looked like, but he could only speak simple Longguo dialect and it was not complicated.

Yes, I don’t understand what the other person is saying at all.

He also called an assistant who spoke Longguo dialect over, and found out that the person who returned the items had special eyes that actually shone with stars.

After returning home, I handed the things back to the band members and calmed down my emotions. On a whim, I searched the Internet for the word "magic sound" and unexpectedly found something.

After reading the information, Fimiel felt that he should re-examine the music of the Dragon Kingdom. He did not expect that the traditional music of the Dragon Kingdom, especially its performers, could be so magical, as if it were magic.

The magic sound that made people cry before must be the traditional music of the Dragon Kingdom played by that performer.

terrible!

The lingering sound lingered for three days.

This is a newly learned idiom from the Dragon Kingdom, a terrible idiom.

Now it seems that in this East-West music exchange meeting, the other party is not only not at a disadvantage, but actually has the advantage, waiting to play the Vienna Orchestra like a clown.

This must not be allowed to happen.

After much thought, Fimmel decided to find a reason to return to China and let his old enemy, the Royal Symphony Orchestra of the Rose Country, come over to act as a clown.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Roseland time, Smith, the director of the Royal Symphony Orchestra, received a call from Fimmel.

"My old friend, how are you?"

"I am fine, and you?"

"I am fine too"

After the false greetings, Fimmel said directly: "My old friend, I want the Royal Symphony Orchestra to replace the Vienna Symphony Orchestra and participate in this Eastern and Western music exchange meeting, because I find that Eastern music is too powerful.

, Western music is no match at all.”

"Oh! Feimir, what nonsense are you talking about? There is no music in the East. Their music all comes from the West."

After hearing these words, a smile appeared on Fimmel's face. Smith can usually only process one thing in his mind, and he is also extremely arrogant. He thinks that Western music is unmatched and that people all over the world are listening to Western music.

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Now tell him that Eastern music is very powerful, and he will definitely be irritated, no, he has already been irritated. After being irritated, everything will be easier to handle.

"My old friend, I'm not telling lies. Eastern music is indeed very powerful. I thought for a day that only the Royal Symphony Orchestra can compete with Eastern music at the music exchange meeting."

"Okay! Submit a report to the higher ups quickly. The Royal Symphony Orchestra can set out at any time and destroy Eastern music at the music exchange meeting."

"Thank you, my old friend"

After hanging up the phone, Smith listened to the old record and silently complained: "What a waste!".

He really didn't understand what kind of music there was in the East. 99% of their music came from the West. That loser Fimmel actually said that Eastern music was too powerful.
To be continued...