Hiss ~~~
Suddenly, the high-pitched neighing of a horse pierced through the sky.
The neighing of the horse sounded like thunder in everyone's ears.
"This..."
Everyone was shocked by the sound of the erhu.
It was unbelievable.
It was too similar.
It sounded exactly like a horse.
：666
This was a new movement in the erhu world.
This young man had created a brand new school of thought.
In the live broadcast room, the erhu enthusiasts were all shocked.
The neighing of the steed had a huge impact on them.
Little Seven was dumbfounded.
This is the lucky viewer that I drew. No, the lucky one is me. He drew the lucky streamer.
Little Seven instantly became a fangirl.
Hiss ~~~
Ye Huan pressed Hu Xian's finger down and moved down. The high note was below.
The lower he went, the tighter Hu Xian became.
The neighing of the horse became even louder.
The sounds of the horses became more and more concentrated, like the neighing of ten thousand horses.
Yes, yes, yes.
Ye Huan's hand that was holding Hu Xian suddenly pulled up and changed back to a fast low voice.
The hand that was holding the bow kept pulling, and the sound was actually mixed with this trembling.
Then, he pressed down on Hu Xian's hand and moved it down.
His voice became louder and faster.
Hearing this, the people present felt their sex hormones surge.
When the song ended, the audience applauded enthusiastically.
In the live broadcast room, someone recognized Ye Huan and wanted to hear him sing.
However, it was soon drowned out by another song.
After all, the people in the live broadcast room were all erhu enthusiasts.
"Another song!"
"Another song!"
"One more song."
The people present also shouted loudly.
Ye Huan looked at his reputation. Good heavens, it was almost 40,000.
This song was almost on par with the three songs he had sung. The live streaming channel of a big internet celebrity had a large audience base.
"Little brother, can you play another song for us?”Little Seven spoke into the microphone with a face full of anticipation.
"Good!"
Ye Huan nodded. Of course, he wouldn't miss such a good opportunity.
If his reputation could reach 100,000, he would be able to draw a song from Sing! International.
He had to work hard.
"Next up, we'll be playing an erhu solo.”
No one noticed that Ye Huan was not facing the microphone when he spoke, but his voice was clearly heard by everyone.
A high-pitched male singer at the limits of humanity was no joke.
Ye Huan could complete a concert without a microphone.
Mmm ~~~
This time, the music style had completely changed. The galloping of ten thousand horses that people had been expecting did not appear.
The rhythm was very slow and carried a faint sadness, which could easily stir up one's emotions.
The composer of this song was the blind Ah Bing.
He had loved music since he was a child and had achieved success in his youth. Under his father's guidance, he had learned the complex structure and varied techniques of Sanskrit. He was proficient in blowing, playing, singing, hitting, and reciting.
After that, he had been working in the music industry, so he had lived a good life.
In his thirties, the situation took a turn for the worse. Ah Bing was poor because of taking drugs. Later, he contracted eye disease and became blind.
In the end, he could only perform on the streets. He lived a very poor life and experienced the humiliation and bitterness of the old society.
Think about it, in the old society, normal people could not escape from suffering, let alone a blind person.
The setbacks and tribulations in it were not enough to be passed on to outsiders.
It was these difficult times that had honed Ah Bing's superb erhu skills.
The song he created was the truest reflection of Ah Bing's heart.
It reflected the darkness of the old society and the suffering of the people at the bottom.
The voice was gentle and filled with sadness. It was not strong, but it was like spring rain that seeped into the soil and people's hearts.
Everyone was immersed in sorrow and could not extricate themselves. They were like a blind man in his fifties in the old society, struggling bitterly in the midst of suffering.
Mmm ~~~
Ye Huan played the erhu quietly. Everyone on the Bund Square listened quietly.
This scene seemed to last forever…
Unknowingly, the person who was immersed in great sorrow quietly shed tears.
A song swept through Shanghai.
She made everyone present cry, the people in the live broadcast room cry, and Little Seven cry.
"Wuwuwu."
Little Seven squatted on the ground and started crying.
She had never thought that the erhu would have such a great appeal.
In a luxurious villa.
A dignified old man was holding a phone. Tears flowed down his cloudy eyes.
All of his descendants stood in front of him respectfully. No one dared to sit down.
Among the descendants, there is a tigress comrade we are familiar with.
"Look, look, look at this young man. He's able to play the erhu at the master level at such a young age. Compared to him, you're all a bunch of trash.”
The tigress stuck out her tongue and stole a glance at the old man when he was not paying attention.
He couldn't help but blurt out,"F * ck!”
The young man playing the erhu was none other than Ye Huan.
The people in the living room couldn't help but shiver. This girl was courting death. She actually cursed in front of the old man.
Bang!
Although the old man was old, his reaction was very agile. He smashed his head hard on the tigress 'head.
"Grandpa! It hurts!"
"It hurts. You still know how to feel pain? Didn't you say that you brought your boyfriend here?”
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