Senior Superstar

Although it is very uncomfortable to be occupied by Chen Boshi, the bands that came to perform in the exchange area, except for some orchestras officially invited by the film festival, like the violin trio, most of them came here for interest and to earn extra money.

After taking the money and complaining, the three left the communication area.

Smilingly, he pulled Chen Boshi up from the ground, and Li Shixin pinched Xiao Nizi's cheek vigorously.

"Smelly girl, do you consider becoming the old man's granddaughter?"

"Ah"

Taking advantage of a group of old fans cleaning up things and no one paying attention, Chen Boshi pouted.

"I, Chen Boshi, have no interest in being a tool man. Trust me, grandpa, save yourself."

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Watching the little girl pat her butt and dodge aside, pull out a new lollipop from her pocket and stuff it into her mouth, Li Shixin stared.

Hey you little girl!

Why is the old man's god-granddaughter a tool person?

Obviously a godson is a tool man, okay?

While Li Shixin complained, Zhang Yaozhong and the others over there had already put up their posture. Seeing that it was getting late, and the number of tourists on the square seemed to be a little more, Li Shixin didn't delay any longer, picked up the suona in his hand, and stood in front of his "band".

"Old and young, are you all ready?"

Facing Li Shixin's inquiry, Zhang Yaozhong raised the satar high in his hand, Zhao Jinzhi smiled and raised the bamboo flute in his hand.

As for Tong Guaiguai, he looked at the position in the communication area with some hesitation.

There, a group of her classmates from the Conservatory of Music, under the leadership of the orchestra conductor, were playing the last part of the concerto to their heart's content.

Noticing the panic in the little girl's eyes, Li Shixin smiled slightly.

"Then let's start?"

"etc!"

Just when Li Shixin raised his arm to signal for Zhang Yaozhong to start the sound, Tong obediently stood up from behind the guzheng, and ran to the booth of the Berlin music students with big strides.

Over there, a set of concertos has just been performed.

Separated from the applauding crowd, Tong Guaiguai, dressed in Hanfu, stood in front of his classmates panting heavily.

Under everyone's surprised eyes, she put her hands around her mouth, reduced all her grievances into decibels, and shouted hoarsely;

"A bunch of stupid, arrogant, ignorant guys! What you play is rubbish!"

With an extreme provocation that aroused the anger of all the students present and even the audience, Tong Guaiguai immediately turned around and ran back behind her guzheng.

"Ms. Li, be good and energetic! We can start!"

Amid the unbearable laughter of a group of old fans, Li Shixin raised his arms with a smile, and gave Zhang Yaozhong who was ready.

Tong obediently taunted the band members of the Conservatory of Music into a complete rage.

After a burst of cursing, the members of the band got up one after another and headed towards the exhibition area where Li Shixin and others were.

Seeing this posture, many unidentified tourists also walked over together.

When they walked in front of Li Shixin and others, Zhang Yaozhong had just picked up Sattar's piano pole.

Seeing Sattar's weird appearance, someone suddenly laughed.

"What the hell is this doing, playing Fantasy Adventure?" "Is this a classical concert, or do these idiots think they're here for a cartoon show?" "Of course only weirdos like weird people."

Amidst the laughter, Zhang Yaozhong, who was completely unaffected by his incomprehension of foreign languages, gently pulled the piano bar.

Sattar's desolate chords wandered away!

哫.

With just a long tune, some of the tourists present frowned.

In terms of tone, satar has similarities with the violin.

But in terms of charm, it is completely different!

What kind of sound is that?

It is desolate, remote, and vast.

As if under the bright starry sky, a traveler walking alone in the desert hums in a low voice to the bonfire.

It is also like strands of wind and sand in the desert, caressing the strong nostalgia, comforting the loneliness of the long night, and praising the greatness of the gods.

That long and melodious string sound dragged all the audience into the endless desert at once!

All the tourists standing in front of the exhibition area subconsciously fell silent.

However, when everyone was silent in the setting sun and the lonely smoke, and the starry desert, Tong Guaiguai, who was full of emotions, suddenly plucked his own strings!

The desolate chords of Sattar were not finished, and when all the listeners were still feeling the desert wind and sand, the brisk chords of the guzheng nourished their hearing without any gaps.

The sound of the zither is like continuous drizzle, dripping down from the nine heavens.

It landed on the smooth and shiny stone road from time to time, watching the stage horse galloping away. Sometimes and lightly wet the veils of court ladies, the chariots of officials, the armor of guards, and the eaves of princes

The indescribable elegance, the unexplainable agility, and the innumerable prosperity all rush forward!

The seamless switching between the two instruments made all the audience stunned.

At this moment, what they feel is not the distinction between instruments.

It's the splitting and overlapping of spaces in a trance!

The tune continues.

There was no breathing room for those foreigners who were completely attracted, and as the last drop of the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River fell, a crisp bamboo flute burst open!

Those notes are like a Taoist boy riding a ox, walking leisurely across the grass.

In front of it is definitely not a field ridge, soil.

It's the top of the mountain, and there are floating clouds!

Standing on top of the floating clouds on the top of the mountain, looking around, it is not firewood, rice, oil, salt, parents, but the world.

"WTF"

As the three musical instruments still appeared, the eyes of those music students who came here to make trouble were straightened.

Those strange and old musical instruments that they had never heard or seen before caused them great confusion at this moment.

"My God. They're not playing, they're describing!"

Finally, a boy with a saxophone in his hand uttered an exclamation.

Unfortunately, he realized it too late.

Just when the sound of the flute hadn't died down in the wind, Sattar and Guzheng, who had just stopped to make way for the sound of the flute, sounded again!

The staggered harmony of the three instruments seems to superimpose the three spaces together, and with the melody that is mixed together but has a clear hierarchy, the rotation is staggered, which makes people dizzy!

In a trance, Beyond the Great Wall, Central Plains, and Jiangnan. Switching over and over again, all the audience couldn't help pricking up their ears, and anxiously pursued their goals.

But at this moment, a sharp and hasty whistle surprised the night in Warsaw!

The person who made the sound was named Suona.

Here it sheds all its hooliganism. The incarnation became the real king, condensing the imperial spirit that leads all the joy.

It is like an old Qin man with a weapon in his hand and a head wrapped around his waist. With agility, he climbed up the winding Great Wall, stood on the arrow stack, and uttered a shout that resounded through the sky to the vast Kyushu!

Just when the audience was distressed that another new space had entered their hearing, a scene that shocked everyone appeared;

The domineering suona suddenly became majestic and heavy after the sound of an order.

At this moment, the car is on the same track, the book is the same text, and the behavior is the same!

That's not aggression, that's not oppression.

It is cohesion, tolerance, and guidance!

At this moment, all the musical instruments completely let go of their shackles, and they completely erupted in joy.

The traveler in the desert stood up and looked into the distance, the court lady in Chang'an looked back gently, and the Taoist boy on the mountain top caressed the scalper.

Along with that old Qin Dahan, he turned his gaze to the east!

this moment.

The phoenix rises and the dragon soars, Kyushu. Datong!

At the moment when all the curvature climbed to the top of the cloud, Li Shixin and others put down their instruments almost at the same time.

Everything came to an abrupt end at this second.

It wasn't until this time that they realized that the entire square of the Philharmonic Center was silent.

All the tourists and performers have stood still in place for some time, with their eyes straightened.

drop!

Received an extremely [shocking] applause value, 231122 points!

It wasn't until Li Shixin's ear heard an excited whisper from the system, that there was thunderous applause in the central square of the Philharmonic!

Foreigners, it's completely blown up!

PS: This chapter is strongly recommended to be eaten together with Guan Dazhou's "Kyushu Tong".