My Family’s Idol’s Vest Fell Again

"Mr. Sirami, I hope you can listen to our Chinese musical instruments. Countries are different, and music knows no borders. +++ Mobile phone reading visit m.readwn.com" Shi Fei finished speaking and put his hands on On the guqin.

Opening with a guqin, a song "Shuilong Yin" sounded, and the heartstrings mingled.

The guqin has a deep sound area, clear and clear tone (color), simple style, and a remote space in its sound, giving people a freehand landscape and endless reverie.

The timely Nanxiao kept up with it, and it was as crisp as a bird's ears.

Not to be outdone, the gentle sound of the pipa slowly followed. The erhu song instantly ignited, the dulcimer was matched like gurgling water, and the flute sound followed closely.

When Wan Laiju was silent, the guqin sounded again, and Shi Fei was fully engaged. His whole body showed greatness and self-confidence, and his body seemed to have its own light. That is the charm he exudes when he is good at his field.

With beautiful tone (color) and rich connotation, a piece of music seems to present Chinese art and culture for five thousand years.

"Oh my god, my goose bumps are all up, this is so nice."

"I cried and cried. I have studied Guqin for several years, and I feel like what I learned is rubbish."

"The erhu musicians of a few years have really knelt down. Has the little brother who played the erhu entered the realm of transformation?"

"Suddenly I want to cry. Those people who scolded folk music before, come and listen, folk music is no worse than Western music. Have you seen our Chinese culture?"

"I have been crying. I have studied the guqin for ten years, but every time many students know the piano and the violin, but they don't know the guqin, Fei Ge, you breathed a sigh of learning for us, I love you."

"All gods, playing gods' instruments, this sounds too burning, my country."

"This Guqin dumpling is perfect, right? I'm totally drunk."

"I don't know any of these instruments. I only know that they sound very good. They are so handsome and so burning."

"Shi Fei, from today, you are my father, can you teach me Guqin?"

"I don't dare to think about Guqin. I have studied erhu for three years. Can that little brother accept me?"

"High-energy warning ahead, turn on the cyclic brainwashing mode."

"Kneel on your knees, your father will always be your father, these guys are all textbook-level bosses."

"Is it so nice? Why don't I think, even if he is so powerful, why didn't he compare it to him in the first place?"

The anchor didn't have time to watch the live screen, and was completely immersed in the beautiful music.

Sirami Herman has studied piano since he was a child. For him, piano is his life, and of course he has heard other instruments.

However, they are all within the scope of Western instruments, and folk music has only been heard occasionally. This is the first time he has listened to Chinese folk music seriously.

He likes the melodious music, Silami automatically kicked off the previous suona performance.

At this time, Feina Guqin played "Shuilong Yin", which happened to hit his voice point. This is so good, it is a wonderful sound in the world.

After the song was over, Shi Fei placed his hands on the guqin and looked up at the musicians from the Zuijiang Literature Society opposite.

Sirami said intoxicated: "This is your Chinese folk music?"

"Yes." Shi Fei said indifferently: "In terms of individual performance, most Western musical instruments are hard to match with folk music instruments. The violin (gan) is no more than the erhu, and the percussion is no more than the Tang drum. The same ancestry. The advantage of your Western music is that you can construct a regular string group with rich harmony performance and have extremely (strong qiang) ensemble ability.

"Actually, I don’t really understand why President Xue Wei insisted on challenging our Xianmeng Literature Club for a book. Whether it’s painting, playing chess or musical instruments, different countries have different styles, which are all historical inheritances. , Is there anything comparable. For example, I can play the guitar and the guqin. Again, there are differences between countries, and music knows no borders."

Silami stood there, thought quietly for a while, then looked up and said, "This visit to China has given me a different meaning. Shifei, I remember you, and I also remember your guqin, you The national erhu, pipa and other musical instruments, I would like to see more folk music again when I have the opportunity."

Shi Fei nodded: "Yes."

Silami said, "I hope one day we can have a chance to play together."

"There are differences between countries, and music knows no borders. This is great."

"Oh my god, I'm a fan of some fairy idol, too good, right?"

"Can play the guitar and the guqin, oil painting and traditional Chinese painting, husband, is there anything you can't do?"

"They are too good for each other. I want to knock this pair of cps. Once they have their names, they are called ‘Chinese and Western cp’."

"Go away, Shi Fei must pair up with Chengyuan's little brother."

"You cults walk away from me,'when cp' must be the righteous master."

"I am worried, I am now worried that idols will run to play the piano."

"Don't you worry about him running away to play chess and paint? Damn, Brother Fei has too much back."

"Don't say anything, hurry up and fight against the gang. There are still many people on Weibo who hacked him. What if my brother is scared and runs away?"

Silami Herman is leaving, Xue Wei anxiously stepped forward to pull: "Mr. Silami, are you not playing anymore?"

Sirami Herman said, "Isn't it over?"

Xue Wei was anxious: "You haven't played."

Syramie Herman: "There is suona in folk music. There is really no one in this Western music that can catch it. Shi Fei is right. With thousands of years of history, each has its own merits. There is no need to divide it. On the contrary, it broke the original intention of learning these instruments."

Xue Wei: "Aren't you avenging your brother?" You must know that Sirami's brother Carol was humiliated by Shi Fei Painting before.

Sirami Herman: "He is not as good as others."

He originally had some opinions about Minle, but things changed this time.

As for his stupid brother, I hope he can wake up quickly and stop being used by his master.

Without Sirami, who took the lead, plus the previous events, the other musicians of the Zuijiang Literature Club couldn't handle Shifei's moves at all.

This game was also lost by their Zuijiang Literature Club.

Xue Wei probably didn't expect that she had planned so many things carefully, and wanted to use Xianmeng Literature Club to raise the reputation of Zuijiang Literature Club. As a result, she couldn't win even a game, but she was a stepping stone for others.

This will see Shi Fei’s eyes, and I really want to go forward to pump his skin and pick his muscles. Why is there such a person and why?

Why does he need to know how to draw and play chess, but he still knows folk music?

Is he human? How can a person have so much energy to learn so much interest, even if he has learned to the extreme.

The host was still very conscientious at this time, hoping to have a perfect ending, let the persons in charge on both sides shake hands, and wanted to draw a perfect end to today's two literary social stream competitions.

Xue Wei (Qiangqiang) forced herself to pick up the expression on her face and walked to Shi Fei's side. She said without a smile: "It's really a hero who was born in a boy, and she has such a good performance at a young age. , It will definitely be terrible in the future."

Shi Fei smiled: "I'm overwhelmed, I think so too."

Xue Wei was so angry at Shi Fei’s words that the creases on her face were about to come out. (强qiang) pressed her anger and did not attack on the spot, threatening in a low voice: "Shi Fei, let’s just wait and see, I won’t let you go. ."

Xue Wei wouldn't let him get better off of this person who undermined her plan. She must use all her contacts and financial resources, and she will not stop Shi Fei's ruin.

Shi Fei replied: "Come on, I'll wait." The premise is that you have the opportunity.

Xue Wei didn't know. At this time, the police outside were entering the Ziwei Hotel, preparing to arrest her.