don't call me singer

Chapter 62 Crazy testing on the brink of death
This is a welcoming team.

The groom was wearing a black and red costume, sitting in front of the car, looking smug, and the entourage behind him were also dressed in black with red embellishments, and they walked with wind.

The band behind the play, playing a mile, played a section, and in a crowded place, they also played a section, attracting a group of people watching the lively to follow, adults and children gathered dozens or hundreds of people.

Gu Xiaobai and Xiao Mozi followed behind the convoy, and after the band played four times, they came to a village.

The village is not big. There is a big mansion at the end of the central road. Before the mansion, it was already decorated with lights. Many people were waiting outside. They even invited a band to play outside the door. The lively people gathered in a large circle.

This is obviously the marriage of two big families, the people who help the idle, and the people who watch the fun. I can count hundreds of them, which is more than what Gu Xiaobai saw at the fair.

Entering the village, the musician behind the groom's car began to play with shaking his head.

It seemed that he was going to compete with the groom's musician, and the woman's musician was not to be outdone. After saying hello, he fucked the guy.

The groom's car stopped outside the mansion, and the musicians on both sides fought hard.

If you play the flute, I will hit the building, if you play the drum, I will hit the nao, if you play a dazzling flower sound, I will play a long voice without panting.

When the song was about to end, the musicians on both sides looked tired, and the groom breathed a sigh of relief, and it was over.

All the bridegrooms who come to greet their relatives must be nervous and happy in their hearts.

Just when Sina felt that the dust had settled and that there would be no more ramifications, and she was about to come to the door to welcome her relatives, she heard a long sound of "woo", which came from not far away.

Then the three spit sounds of "woo mile ↗ woo mile ↗ woo mile ↗ woo mile ↗..." sounded.

General Xiaobai was killed from the oblique stab.

This flute made by Gu Xiaobai is a flute in the key of E, which belongs to the alto flute. Under the blessing of Gu Xiaobai's breath and the resonance of the flute membrane, it instantly overwhelms the crowd.

No flute, no sheng, none of them could play, all of them were trampled underfoot by the sound of the flute.

The extremely penetrating flute sound, like a sharp blade, cut through the festive atmosphere and injected a chill into it.

"Wow!" Everyone turned their heads subconsciously and looked at Gu Xiaobai.

The musicians also turned their heads, but among these musicians, six out of ten were blind, unable to see with their eyes, and could only listen with their heads sideways.

Gu Xiaobai's eyes drooped down, and he didn't even look at everyone, his body slumped together, his fingers trembling like weeping, and the audience was instantly blown up.

Almost all of them felt that their scalps were numb, their backs were itchy, and every hair on their bodies seemed to stand up.

Afterwards, the sound of the flute subsided, the wind blew the treetops, and the mournful flute sound wafted through it. Apart from the sound of breathing and the wind, there was only the sound of Gu Xiaobai's flute.

After a few descending phrases, Gu Xiaobai's body trembled again, his hands sank, and the qi tremors in his dantian made his voice vibrate like a sob, creating a more mournful atmosphere.

Then, after pausing for two breaths, the descending tune sounded again. After the trembling tone, the weakly blown high-pitched sound was as thin as a hairspring, lingering around the ears.

Broke people's hearts.

The last time, Gu Xiaobai played this song "Qinchuan Love", and it was murderous and domineering.

But today, there is only a sadness left, which is heartbreaking.

After half the song, one of the people present was counted as one, and tears came down.

I don't know who suddenly started to sob. This can be regarded as a bad head. The scene that was originally very festive suddenly burst into sorrow.

The emotional threshold of modern people is very high, so the emotions of music have always been warm, and the melody and techniques are far more intense and advanced than the music played by these musicians.

Who has heard this kind of music, this technique, this era?Who has seen it?

Gu Xiaobai had already mastered the atmosphere of the audience among the musical instruments he had never seen before, the music he had never heard before, and the whistling flute.

Even if there is no appearance of the body, even if there is no amplification equipment, as long as this brain and this soul are still there, Gu Xiaobai is still Gu Xiaobai.

With a musical instrument in hand, he is the omnipotent god on stage!

Even if there is no stage and no underwear!
Suddenly, a howling sound came from the hospital, but it was the mother of the married daughter, who couldn't bear it any longer, and burst into tears.

"Hey... don't cry, don't cry... Zhongtu, go outside and see, who is playing this kind of mournful song, beat me and drive me away!" But it was the old man who married the daughter. Unhappy, said loudly.

I saw a young man rushing out with a few menacing followers in the yard.

It seems that this young man is the so-called Zhongtu.

"Brother Xiaobai!" The little moth had been staring at Gu Xiaobai with wide eyes, and the stars in his eyes were full of admiration.

At this moment, his face changed greatly with fear, and he grabbed the corner of Gu Xiaobai's clothes.

From childhood to adulthood, Gu Xiaobai has no idea how many people have looked at him with admiration. I don't know why, but Gu Xiaobai, who used to be indifferent to everything when he saw the adoring eyes of Xiao Mozi, felt a little proud.

Brother Xiaobai, I am great.

I'll give you a little more fun!
He glanced at the aggressive big man who rushed out, and blinked at the little moth, but there was no panic at all.

Isn't it just killing, what are you afraid of!

The big deal is to be beaten again!
The aggressive Zhongtu was about to kill Gu Xiaobai. At this moment, the flute sound in Gu Xiaobai's mouth changed.

The song "Qinchuan Love" was already in the middle, and Gu Xiaobai suddenly shook his head and blew it.

The mournful flute sound turned into a cheerful tune, which made people couldn't help shaking it.

Zhongtu, who was originally full of anger, just stretched out a big hand, and suddenly his body twitched, and the big hand stretched out into a beat.

Bubbling-eyed musicians were more sensitive to music. At this time, they nodded to the rhythm of the music, like a group of turtles dancing in the sun on the beach.

The villagers who were watching the lively beside them were already jumping up with their hands in hand.

Even the horse pulling the carriage slapped its ears and almost kicked out a follower next to it.

Zhongtu listened to the cheerful tune and nodded with satisfaction.
Turned around and planned to go back to life.

Seeing that Zhongtu was leaving, the rhythm in Gu Xiaobai's mouth changed, and suddenly another long sound was blown out, like a basin of cold water being poured down, and the cheerful mood instantly turned into sorrow.

Zhongtu's expression changed, he paused, and wanted to turn around. The rhythm of the tune instantly accelerated, and Gu Xiaobai shook his head again.

The pot of cold water just now was boiled in an instant.

Zhongtu found that his feet couldn't bear it anymore, it wanted to dance!

But it was beautiful, Gu Xiaobai's tune changed again, and a basin of cold water was poured down again.

Sometimes, the rhythm actually affects people's mood more easily than the tune.

Three times the speed of a sad and slow sad song can make people fly happily.

Slowing down a dance song three times can make you feel heavier than going to work on a Monday.

The tune in Gu Xiaobai's mouth has not changed, but the rhythm is unpredictable. It will be fast and slow for a while. If it goes back and forth three or five times, Zhongtu really wants to cry.

"This musician, what do you want?"

what do you want?
Gu Xiaobai stopped, put the bamboo flute in his sleeve, and raised his head.

Since you asked sincerely, I will answer you.

"Our brothers and sisters have been sleepy for many days, and we just want to exchange a piece of flute for a meal."

"That's it?" Zhongtu stared, you made us cry and laugh just to beg for food?

My sister got married today, bro!

"Come on, bring some food for this musician!" Zhongtu turned around and instructed.

There is nothing else today, but there is a lot of food prepared, after all, there is a lot of free time.

Behind, the little moth tugged at Gu Xiaobai's clothes.

"Some more melons and fruits by the way."

The little moth tugged at Gu Xiaobai's clothes again.

"Better have two more roast chickens."

The little moth finally stopped pulling his clothes.

Zhongtu sighed angrily: "...Okay!"

Did I meet a robber?

(Note: In fact, the volume of the sheng is quite loud, but it is a modern sheng, and the ancient sheng should not have such a loud volume. Otherwise, there will be no allusions about a hundred people blowing the yu, and the yu and the sheng are similar musical instruments, and the yu is more bigger.

Another note: Was the emotional threshold of the ancients high or low?A long-term life of suffering will make people numb, but they have not experienced the current explosion of information and the impact of various arts, so... when it comes to artistic appeal, it should still be lower than the current threshold.For example, descriptions such as "I don't know the taste of meat in March" and "The lingering sound lingers around the beam for three days" are unlikely to appear now. )
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