My Little Mom is the Richest

(Chapter 191 is banned, I am going to fix it, everyone will see it later)

On the third floor of Tianlai Musical Instruments Store, the spacious lobby is covered with antique log floors and luxurious and beautiful crystal chandeliers hung on the ceiling. The overall specialization style is European, giving people a noble and elegant feeling. Not counting the people in the soundproof room, there are about a dozen people in the hall, including men and women, and not many young people. Most of them are middle-aged people, some holding a guitar in their hands, and some sitting in front of the piano.

They come from all over China and are members of the Music Association. Each of them has real skills, some pianos are good, some guitars are good, and these two instruments are also the most popular in the music circle. The piano takes the high-end route, which is loved by the nobles and nobles. It is an indispensable tool in high-end hotels or clubs. The guitar is the common people's route. Folk singers must have it. As the so-called folk songs have three treasures, women, north and south, and can't eat enough, start with a guitar, and the rest depends on editing.

The person playing music at this time is a young girl. She is not playing the guitar or the piano, but playing the flute. She squeezed a short Xiao with both hands across her mouth, her red lips pouted slightly, and the wisps of aura passed through the small holes of the white jade short Xiao, turning into repeated light sounds and floating out, melodious and elegant, which made people listen. It's like a spring breeze, intoxicating and intoxicating.

When Mu Qiu and Wen Wanrou followed Zhang Shaohua to the third floor, they happened to hear the girl playing flute. The people inside noticed them, and then quickly withdrew their gazes, always focusing on the girl's music.

Zhang Shaohua showed enjoyment and said: "It sounds good? That girl is called childish. Strictly speaking, she is a member of our music association. Because her main profession is writing and composing music, she is very famous in the entertainment industry, and many singers ask for peace. She is about to sing. Recently, she happened to come to the capital, and a member of the association sitting there had some friendship with her, so she invited her to join the music appreciation meeting. She is a perfect girl, not only beautiful, but also brilliant. The flute is also so good."

He sighed, and then said softly to Mu Qiuhe: "You two can find a place to sit. If you can, please try to keep quiet. I have no problem, but you also understand that some people who play art will inevitably have some personality traits. Some of them don’t like noise very much. I hope the two of them will take care of it.”

Mu Qiu nodded and smiled: "Okay, let's sit here for a while. It's also great to be able to listen to such a good song by the way."

Zhang Shaohua smiled and nodded, walked over there, found a seat and sat in the crowd quietly admiring the childlike sound.

Mu Qiu sat aside with gentleness and gentleness. When she took the stool, she accidentally made a little noise. It was not too loud, but it was still clear in this room. Gentle and gentle suddenly became nervous, but the Music Association also made a noise. Not many people cared, only a man who seemed to be about 30 years old frowned and looked at this side dissatisfiedly, then withdrew his gaze.

The two quietly listened to the childlike Xiaosheng, and after a while the Xiaosheng ended, and several people applauded one after another.

A middle-aged woman praised: "Xiao is a traditional instrument passed down by Huaxia since ancient times. Like guzheng, pipa, etc., it can play the most original and antique rhythms. It's a pity that these instruments are now gone. , Childlike, it’s really gratifying that you can play Xiao so well."

Tongqu smiled and said: "Chairman Liu is absurdly praised, I am an amateur, just frightening, and can't compare with you."

A man in his forties laughed and said: "Tongtong, you are humble. Your talent in the entertainment industry is well known. You have always been a top level in writing and composing. It's a pity that you are dedicated to this aspect. If you can Put all your thoughts on this flute, and join the Music Association, you will definitely have a lot of accomplishments in the near future."

Another person laughed and said: "Brother Dong, Tongtong's status in the entertainment industry is not low. There is no need to come to us and be exhausted. Tongtong also said that this is interest. We can't overwhelm others."

Brother Dong smiled and shook his head: "I know, I just feel it's a pity."

Tongqu smiled and said, "Eh, what a pity, although I am not a professional player, I really like blowpipe. If you can think of me, I will give it to you when I have time."

"Haha, it's good to dare to be affectionate."

"Well, among the ancient musical instruments, only your childlike voice makes me feel good."

"This kind of purest rhythm is becoming less and less nowadays, it's a pity."

Everyone is sighing, and in the sighing, they are all appreciation and recognition of childishness. However, there is an existence called mouse **** in any circle. They always want to attract attention by doing things, such as now—— The man who had just turned his head and gave a gentle and gentle look spoke up, his tone of voice indifferent, slightly stiff.

"Xiao is really good at playing, but now is the era of popular musical instruments, such as Pipa, Xiao, etc. are already too popular. It is enough for everyone to entertain privately. There is no need to praise too much. After all, I have never I've seen someone go to an international concert to play Xiao and play the pipa. In today's music circle, the dominance of the piano is still unshakable. Compared to this kind of worthless instrument, I still prefer the piano. "

His unsalty and indifferent enthusiasm and Zhang Shaohua's gentlemanly demeanor are simply not at the same level, and it sounds very easy to be offensive. At first, everyone was echoing the praise of childlikeness, and the Xiao played really well. In this era when classical instruments are gradually forgotten, she has this ability and can definitely deserve the praise of these professionals.

But there are always people who look down on others and always want to use the weapon of language to attack others, as if this can give him a lot of satisfaction. Obviously, this kind of person is the one who speaks regardless of the atmosphere.

The originally relaxed atmosphere suddenly became rigid, Tongqu pursed his lips, said nothing, his smile disappeared, but he did not show a breath of anger. The others frowned in unison.

Dong Ge, a middle-aged man in his forties, is a good friend of Tongqu. This time he specially invited Tongqu to come after learning that Tongqu was in Beijing. Originally, children’s childlikeness had no obligation or responsibility to play flute for them here, and there was no need to even come here, but in order to give his friend a face, so childlikeness came, and became a part of everyone, and deliberately played pipework for everyone.

Let's not say how good it sounds, just say that someone came here specially, but some people talk about all kinds of attacks, which is simply adding to people's hearts.

Brother Dong was angry, and his face was obviously angry: "Zhou Zewen, what do you mean?"...