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Chapter 31 Can you also play suona?Wait, why are you so emotionally involved!
Among all kinds of musical instruments, the suona is the king, either ascending to heaven or worshiping in the hall.

The thousand-year-old pipa and the ten thousand-year zither play an erhu for a lifetime, and the sound of the suona ends the whole play.

When I first heard the suona, I didn't know what it meant. When I heard it again, I was already a person in a coffin. I was high all the way to the Hall of the King of Hell, and I never loved the world again.As soon as the music starts, the cloth is covered, and the whole village, young and old, waits for the food to be served.

Suona has a very long history in the country.

No one is unfamiliar with this instrument.

Although Xu Fei never really played the suona in his previous life, he watched a lot of videos on the Internet, all because he participated in voluntary labor in a club. There was a great master who played the suona every day.

Xu Fei didn't know how well that person played, but it was really unpleasant.

If the suona had no tone, it would really be like a funeral instrument for the dead.

But combined with the melodic and rhythmic playing of the few people in front of him, Xu Fei immediately noticed the gap. His former colleague played randomly, without using any skills at all, and it was all about his fucking emotions.

These people obviously came from the same team. After adjusting the pitch of the instruments, several people started playing in unison.

Many musical instruments sounded with a deep and sad tone, which made the listeners sad and made them cry.

The master who held the suona, with his square head and square head, pointed the suona in his mouth, but made no sound. It was not until all the instruments played the first climax that the suona suddenly became angry.

The sound was like a mudslide in a valley, melodious, loud, sonorous, passionate, and vicissitudes of life.
It immediately stirs up the entire atmosphere!
Many people wearing white mourning clothes who were watching the excitement secretly wiped away tears.

This is a master.

Xu Fei has also heard a lot of suona sounds, and the master in front of him can definitely be ranked among the top three.

His suona seems to have an invisible penetrating power, making the listener sad and the listener in tears.

Xu Fei was happy to meet such a master in such a small village, but also felt melancholy. It turns out that masters are among the people and are hidden in the city.

It is really sad that those so-called experts who seek fame and reputation are in high positions but cannot sing such a tone.

After the song ended, several people sat down to rest. Wang Xiaoman recovered from the shock, jumped forward and pulled the master and said: "Master, what kind of instrument is the trumpet you just played? So powerful!"

Wang Xiaoman was very vague about music. After thinking for a long time, he could only think of two words: "awesome". Of course, he couldn't talk about "good music".

The master laughed, touched Wang Xiaoman's head and said with a smile: "This, this is called suona, the king of musical instruments. Do you know the king? It means the boss!"

"Then can I touch it?"

The master was stunned and quickly handed the suona in his hand to Wang Xiaoman and said, "Touch it."

Wang Xiaoman held the suona in both hands like a treasure, looking at the trumpet for a while, and for a while at the music pipe. He couldn't put it down, which made several masters laugh.

"Kid, do you know how to play?" A master asked, watching the fun and not taking it too seriously.

Wang Xiaoman pursed his lips and shook his head.

The man asked again: "Do you want to play? Come on, give it a try."

Upon hearing this, Wang Xiaoman picked up the suona on the spot, mustered up all his strength, and started playing the suona like the man just now.

But where did Wang Xiaoman learn suona?Although his imitating style seems to have some meaning, it is completely different when he plays it.

It was like crows cawing, wild donkeys howling, like the sound of fan blades turning in an old bellows.Everyone around them also swept away the sad atmosphere just now and burst out laughing at Wang Xiaoman's amusement. The atmosphere was full of joy.

Wang Xiaoman's face became redder and redder as he suppressed himself. He felt that his strength was of no use.

He couldn't understand why something that seemed so simple was so difficult to blow.

In the end, Wang Xiaoman couldn't play the sound that the uncle had just made, so he had to put down the suona in frustration.

The master touched his head and comforted him: "It's okay, kid, you've worked hard."

But out of the corner of his eye, he saw Xu Fei standing there again.

An idea suddenly appeared in his mind, and he said: "Little brother, do you want to try it too?"

He saw that Xu Fei was standing here motionless just now, looking very attentive. Maybe he wanted to give it a try, but the young man was afraid that he was too thick-skinned to say anything, so he took the initiative to invite Xu Fei.

Xu Fei was also a little moved when he heard this.

Although he doesn't know how to play this stuff, he is quite interested in it.

Xu Fei did not refuse, stepped forward and took the suona from Wang Xiaoman.

He also first observed the shape and structure of the suona. After observing it for a while, he held the suona with both hands on the left and right and placed it in front of him.With a full breath in his lungs, he blew the suona across the sky.

Xu Fei's lung capacity was much greater than that of Wang Xiaoman. A sudden suona made the noisy courtyard suddenly quiet.

Compared to Wang Xiaoman's howling ghosts and howls, Xu Fei's breath directly detonated the entire scene.

In terms of technique, Xu Fei is not good at all, but in terms of vital capacity, the master just now is probably not even half as good as Xu Fei.

There was no interruption in this sound, as continuous as the rolling water of the Yangtze River.

The suona is indeed the king of music. As soon as it was played, it directly covered all the noise in the scene. Everyone turned their eyes to Xu Fei and looked at the young man in front of them in surprise.

If Wang Xiaoman is the howling of a wild donkey, then Xu Fei is the legendary demonic sound that can be heard.

A little girl who followed her father covered her ears and said loudly to her father next to her: "Dad, what is this sound? It's so unpleasant!"

Several chefs from the owner's family also came out of the kitchen and stared blankly at Xu Fei's performance there. They hurriedly asked the people next to him: "Who is this kid? Why does this voice sound so wailing?"

He thought for a long time, but couldn't think of a suitable word to describe the sound made by the suona, so he had to say the word "wailing".

A gray-haired old man, leaning on a cane and surrounded by people, emerged from the main room, rubbed his presbyopic eyes, looked at Xu Fei, and murmured to himself: "Who is this kid?"

People around him shook their heads to express their ignorance.

Xu Fei, who was in high spirits, gradually mastered the technique of pause and frustration, and the sound of the suona suddenly changed from a continuous high pitch to a rhythm that was high and low.

Coupled with the high and low sounds, the atmosphere of the scene and the unique sad sound of the suona, several women suddenly started crying again.

The people from the program team who were slowly arriving behind were also looking at this scene in surprise.

Assistant Director Wang even had a ridiculous thought in his heart: This boy looks like his biological father is dead!Why are you so emotionally involved?
(End of this chapter)