I donated 100 million at the beginning

When he came to the gate of the New World, facing hundreds of reporters and media, Jiang Gang said loudly.

"Director Hu does have a very important matter. The incident happened suddenly and he is unable to attend today's Kung Fu press conference. If everyone is unwilling to postpone it, I, as the assistant director of Kung Fu, can host it on my behalf."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Gangmeng and Chen Yuan looked at each other and each sighed.

Right now, that's the only way to save the situation.

11:30am.

The Kung Fu press conference was officially held under the auspices of Jiang Gangmeng.

And as the original protagonist of the Kung Fu press conference.

At this time, Hu Yibao was standing in front of Uncle Yu's mourning hall, holding a suona in his hand.

End of this chapter

Chapter 368 The Hundred Birds and the Phoenix

Chapter 368 The Hundred Birds and the Phoenix

Hu Yibao looked at Yu Meng lying beside the bed.

Yu Meng has fallen asleep crying.

After all, she was a child in her teens, and the death of her only relative hit her hard. The arrival of Hu Yibao made Yu Meng's last bit of stubbornness collapse.

After Uncle Yu died, the funeral band invited was still on the way.

But before that, Hu Yibao wanted to play a song called "Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix" for Uncle Yu.

As the name suggests, when the phoenix dies, all the birds worship.

In the music, it seems as if you can hear the cuckoo, partridge, swallow, mountain chirp, blue tit, thrush, lark, blue wax beak and other birds.

Rumor has it that if a hundred birds blow towards the phoenix to the extreme, it can attract real birds.

According to Chinese custom, only the death of a respectable person is worthy of this song.

Hu Yibao thinks Uncle Yu is enough.

"A Bao, do you really want to blow the birds to the phoenix?" Hu Bufan looked at the suona in Hu Yibao's hand and asked worriedly.

My family has no talent for playing musical instruments, and no one in my family can play the suona for eighteen generations.

After falling asleep, Hu Yibao took out the suona and played the birds to the phoenix, which was something no one thought of.

Hu Bufan was also worried, what if Hu Yibao blows it up?

This is Uncle Yu's funeral, no jokes are allowed.

The other villagers also looked at Hu Yibao suspiciously, and a low noise followed.

"Hu Yibao can still play suona?"

"A Bao has a good musical talent, and now he's a big singer. Playing a suona shouldn't be too difficult for him!"

"It's Bai Niao Chao Feng. I'm an old buddy who plays suona and erhu. I told me before that Bai Niao Chao Feng is the most difficult to play in suona."

"Maybe Ah Bao also wants to show filial piety in front of the uncle."

"Hu Yibao is already wearing filial piety, this filial piety is enough."

Everyone looked at Hu Yibao who was dressed in sackcloth and filial piety.

Because Uncle Yu is an outsider, he has no relatives in the village.

After his death, only his granddaughter, Yu Meng, dressed in mourning for him.

Hu Yibao is the second.

There is no one else, because wearing hemp and filial piety has extraordinary meaning behind it, and only the descendants of the elders, that is, the descendants of Uncle Yu, can do this.

At the same time, everyone is looking forward to Hu Yibao's Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix.

They watched Hu Yibao grow up, and they knew that this kid was not the kind of person who would aim at nothing.

Hu Yibao nodded affirmatively, "Dad, don't worry, I will blow all the birds to the phoenix."

The meaning of a hundred birds facing the phoenix is ​​extraordinary. Uncle Yu was a person who liked traditions during his lifetime.

Hu Yibao wanted him to leave with dignity.

This is the only thing he can do for uncle yu now.

Mother Zhao Lihong said anxiously, "Son! Don't mess around!"

So many people in the village watched.

If this is smashed, it will become a farce.

Hu Yibao shook his head helplessly, picked up the suona without saying much.

sound up.

The sound of the suona echoed in front of the grandfather's mourning hall.

Hu Yibao was very devoted.

Everyone at the scene stared wide-eyed.

It sounds surprisingly good.

The suona imitates the sound of birdsong, confusing the real with the fake, and the lingering sound lingers for a long time.

"I didn't expect my son to have this talent!" Hu Bufan couldn't help muttering.

The villagers also talked softly, and their hearts were extremely shaken.

"Hu Yibao didn't have more than 20 or [-] years of skill to play the suona, so he couldn't play it at all."

"I've heard a hundred birds chasing a phoenix once, it was played by a master, but it's really not as good as Hu Yibao's."

"Dad, I seem to hear the cuckoo's cry."

"Just relying on this song, Abao will not have to worry about food and clothing in the future."

Hu Yibao's performance of Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix was so amazing that some people couldn't help but took out their mobile phones to take pictures.