Compared to the amazement of the song, there were more voices of doubt!
In terms of music composition, China had never had a high status in the international community. In recent years, Lang Lang, Li Yundi, and others had become famous abroad, but this could not change the international prejudice against China.
When foreigners heard this song, their first reaction was to exclaim. However, when they saw the composer, they would wonder if the host had made a mistake.
How could China, which did not have a rich artistic atmosphere, compose such a song?
Perhaps it was because they were unwilling to admit it, but those who heard the song expressed their opinions.
"Judging from the style, it should be from our side. It must be a mistake to say that it was composed by a Chinese!”
"That's right. Chinese music doesn't have such a style, and they haven't devoted themselves to developing this industry. There shouldn't be such a song. I firmly believe that it wasn't composed by Chinese people.”
"This is really a big mistake. I actually got the origin wrong. The owner of the forum should quickly correct it. Let us know the master who composed this song. I want to praise him!”
Su Ming and a few people in charge of the Chinese Folk Music Association looked at the comments from overseas and didn't say anything.
"Mr. Su Ming, what do you think we should do about this matter? The documents from the higher-ups have come down. No matter what, we must make this questioning voice disappear.”
The president of the folk music association said with a worried expression. The moment " Dancing Wild Bee " appeared, the Chinese music circle paid attention to it. When it started to show up internationally, it received the attention of the National Arts Association.
He couldn't let go of such a matter of fighting for the country and raising its international status.
"A group of people who think highly of themselves. We can only use hardcore methods to deal with them. Do you still remember the live broadcast I did? Since they didn't believe him, he would just let them see.”
Su Ming couldn't help but sneer.
When everyone heard this, they were slightly stunned. They could not help but recall the time when Su Ming held a pipa and played it all over the world.
"Good! I'll talk to the international channel. This time, we'll work on both the internet and television.”
The president of the association immediately agreed.
Just as the international community was still doubting " Dancing Wild Bee," a live broadcast launched a cultural invasion.
In the picture, Su Ming was sitting in front of the piano, his fingers bouncing quickly. Only a series of afterimages could be seen on the entire piano. The rapid sound of the piano seemed to disturb everyone's hearing, as if they were in a huge bee colony.
"F * ck! Was this hand speed something a human could achieve? I can't even fucking see what his fingers look like!”
"Is this guy an alien? Or it has been modified by aliens!"
"Violin! How old was he? It was one thing for the piano to rebound, but how could he play the violin so well?”
"Is he Chinese? Could he be the legendary Six-fingered Zither Demon's successor? As expected, Chinese martial arts really existed!”
After playing a paragraph on the piano, Su Ming casually picked up the violin beside him and started playing it like a saw. The intense music made people's scalps go numb.
However, things were not over yet. Next was the cello. Its deep sound seemed to drive everyone's hearts. Then, it was the western orchestral instrument.
After playing the western instruments, it was followed by the folk instruments, erhu, lusheng, piccolo, flute, dulcist, xiao, and suona!
All the foreigners 'eyeballs almost fell out. Was this really the same person? He had played almost all the instruments, and he had even used this extremely difficult song!
At this moment, the students who were still studying in the music academy deeply doubted themselves. They had spent almost all their energy to learn a musical instrument, but they had yet to obtain the essence.
In the end, the other party casually picked up an instrument and played it better than him. What was this? What had he been learning for more than ten years?
Su Ming's performance came to an end with a heavy sound. He pointed at the instrument he had just played and turned to leave.
The international discussions had disappeared. There was nothing they could do. The other party was too hardcore!
After playing almost 80% of the instruments and using the same song, what could you deny?
"That non-human guy is Su Ming? The creator of 'The Dance of the Wild Bees'?"
After a long time, someone finally popped up in the foreign forum and raised a question. The analogy in this question was very appropriate. A guy who was not human…
"What are you saying! Aren't we Chinese people human? That's right, he was Su Ming, a part-time performer and director!”
The overseas Chinese said. They knew more about Su Ming than foreigners. After all, they were from their hometown!
"That's awesome! I just went over the wall to check on Su Ming. This person's part-time job is a freak! She wrote songs well and sang very well. Every song could make people cry. She even filmed a movie that earned nearly a billion yuan at the box office! This song "Dancing Wild Bee" was actually composed for the movie, and there were also a few other songs! Genius! A true genius!"
"I've decided. I want to go to China. I want to be my disciple! The way Su Ming played the flute and the erhu just now was so fascinating! I want to learn Chinese folk music!"
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In Clayon's room, after watching Su Ming's dreamy performance, he let out a long sigh of relief. He looked at his old friends and said,"
"How is it? Now you should understand my thoughts!”
After all, he was a figure of the American music industry. Going to China for a song would inevitably make the United States lose face, so the people around him were all trying to dissuade him.
But now, they all understood Clayon's decision.
Composing a piece of music was one thing, and playing a difficult piece of music with almost all instruments was another.
Now, these people had the same thoughts as Clayon. They wanted to go to Huaxia to see that genius!
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