At this moment!
Su Ming blushed.
He had just drunk three bowls of kaoliang wine in a row.
At this moment, he was a little tipsy.
Then, he felt slightly tipsy.
The suona became even more lively and sonorous in his mouth.
In the melody that was sometimes sad and sometimes happy, he would occasionally imitate a few bird songs.
Finally, with a single breath, he blew the last long note.
This breath carried thousands of years of wind and sand on the yellow soil slope!
The yellow earth that blew through thousands of gullies!
The Yellow River that blew through all the twists and turns!
Blowing through the old principal's thousands of miles of life's twists and turns!
There was sorrow and satisfaction.
The melody of the suona became even more sonorous!
Finally, Su Ming landed on his toes!
His body leaned back like a crescent moon!
The suona in his hand was filled with vigor!
A voice that was even louder than before rose up!
His voice was getting louder and louder.
The melody was grand! His aura was unparalleled!
Yu Feng remained in this position for nearly 30 seconds.
Her face was flushed red!
When the last breath in his chest was released, the sonorous sound of the suona suddenly stopped!
All birds sing to the phoenix!
However, the chirping of birds could be heard throughout the funeral!
Because the old principal's mourning hall was filled with birds.
Xiaoyan, magpie, sparrow…
The dilapidated old wall of the old school…
In front of the makeshift mourning hall…
On the spirit banner that was fluttering in the wind…
The branches above their heads…
They were densely packed and chirping. They were all birds.
Apart from the chirping of these birds, there was no other sound on the hillside of Doushan Village.
It was just like the suona that he was afraid of startling Master Su.
Now, everyone was even breathing carefully.
He was afraid that he would startle the birds at the funeral.
In the distance, Fan Huai watched with trepidation.
He did not dare to think about it.
Or rather, he no longer had the mood to think about what would happen next.
Grandfather's funeral would not only become a laughing stock in the town.
He was afraid that he would also become a sinner of the Fan family.
As for his own path to stardom.
He could only pray that Fatty Xing Zhen would keep his mouth shut.
At the same time, he did not want anyone to find out that he had removed the trending searches.
Suddenly!
He suddenly remembered that he was in Su Ming's courtyard.
The words that little wimp said.
"The big boss in the county gave my master a big villa. My master didn't even brag about it. What's this one million yuan of yours?”
That's right…
If he had known earlier, he would have asked the Smiths to brag about eight channels for his grandfather.
However, there was no medicine for regret in this world.
Just as Fan Huai thought.
His father, Fan Xin, and a few elders of the Fan family were watching from afar.
His teeth, which had been stained yellow by smoking all year round, were about to be crushed.
He knew a little about what his son had done.
Fan Xin's entire body was trembling. After a while, he could only squeeze out three words from his throat.
"What a sin…"
…………
Around the old principal were the locals of the town.
Seeing this scene, he was shocked, but at the same time, he felt even more proud.
Especially when they glanced at the stunned little streamers around them.
This was the old principal of Apricot Town on the Yellow Plateau!
It was also the Su family's class in Xing Town!
He was also the suona craftsman of Apricot Town, Master Su!
Those foreign anchors and viewers in the live broadcast room.
He still hadn't woken up from his shock.
There were still many people before.
For the three big shots of folk music like Grand Sage Qi…
The suona craftsman who followed this young man was puzzled.
Now, they finally understood.
The saying that experts were among the common people was really true.
More people were amazed by the charm of traditional Chinese culture!
This was the suona of a folk suona craftsman?
There were also more people like the little streamer.
He looked at the birds all over the mountains and listened to the endless chirping of birds.
His mind was filled with the image of him drinking three bowls of wine.
The young man held the suona and raised his head and waist.
He sounded hoarse as he blew the suona.
Such a suona craftsman.
He rejected the astronomical musician's money of ten million.
Yet, he played this song before the funeral of an old headmaster in a mountain village.
Thinking of this.
While he was obsessed with this young suona craftsman, he also had a little more respect for him.
A female fan typed these words on the bullet screen.
It started with looks, fell into talent, and was loyal to character.
He saw this line of words.
The little streamer sized up the young suona craftsman again.
She sighed.
As for the old man beside the little streamer…
He thought of the sandalwood box at home that had been sealed for many years.
He thought of the bright suona in the box.
It had been decades.
Perhaps it was already rusted.
He thought of Cripple's old father, who was also a suona craftsman.
After his legs were broken, he still insisted on saying those words after the job.
Only those who could blow the suona to the bone could risk their lives to keep this job and pass it on!
Thinking of this, the old man clenched his withered hands for a moment.
Then, he squeezed out of the crowd without even turning his head.
When the little streamer saw this, she was stunned.
he asked subconsciously.
"Grandpa, where are you going?"
The old man didn't turn around and casually said.
"Go home and find someone to acknowledge as your master! Learn the suona again!"
Because the old man remembered that his father had not found the successor of the Hundred Birds Paying homage to the Phoenix before he died.
He had called her by her nickname and ended his sentence with hatred.
The suona was not played for others, but for oneself.
Hmm…
He could still play the suona for a few more years.
Blowing for himself!
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