The master of folk music stomped his feet to relax himself, picked up his instruments, and walked up the stage.
Yang Chen did not move, because at the beginning, he did not need to appear.
"Xiao Chen, we'll go up first. Pay attention to the music score and enter the middle.”
Jiang Weiwen instructed. They had become familiar with each other in the past two days, so they had changed the way they addressed each other.
Yang Chen nodded.
The two bands appeared together.
The audience immediately cheered, but the style of the two parties 'attire was very different.
The folk music masters were dressed in traditional Chinese costumes, while the western band members were dressed in western suits.
The contrast was stark!
The audience below the stage gathered their gazes and looked forward to today's competition. The atmosphere gradually pushed to a climax.
However, the ones who were jeering were all young people.
The grandpas and grandmas were relatively calm.
"Sigh, when did folk music decline?”
An old man suddenly muttered.
The child beside him looked up with an innocent expression.
"Grandpa, was folk music very powerful in the past? Have you won against Western instruments before?"
The old man patted his grandson's head."
" Of course. In the past, folk music was the mainstream, and Western instruments were always suppressed. They were basically people who could not enter the ranks, but later…"
The old man sighed.
"When western instruments entered the country, some of the younger singers also began to introduce western music, which gradually became mainstream. Nowadays, folk music is gradually fading out of people's sights.”
His expression was desolate.
Folk music seemed to have been forgotten.
This also symbolized that their era was about to end.
The old man sighed again with tears in his eyes.
"Sigh, I'm old. It's time to admit my old age.”
"Grandpa, then…when was the last time folk music defeated western instruments?”
At the mention of this, the old man's gaze suddenly became yearning.
"That was more than ten years ago. There was a master of folk music surnamed Wang. He played a song called Hundred Birds Pay Homage to the Phoenix. It was very powerful.”
"Really?"
His grandson's eyes lit up!
Wasn't this too amazing? It could even attract birds?
"However…with the death of this folk music master, there's probably no one in the entire Xia country who can boast about all birds paying homage to the phoenix anymore.”
He sighed.
"Haha!"
"This is too exaggerated!"
The ones who spoke were the young people beside him.
They all shook their heads and laughed. Folk music could attract birds? How could this be possible!
At this moment, the host's voice came again, interrupting their thoughts.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the competition is ready to begin!”
The audience applauded loudly, and everyone's eyes were fixed on them.
"First of all, let me introduce the contestants this time. The instructor of the Western instruments this time is the conductor of the American orchestra, Mr. Miller!”
A Westerner nodded.
The audience was very enthusiastic, and their applause was thunderous.
"The enthusiasm of the audience is too high. Behind Mr. Miller are the contestants from the Western Music Association of China!”
The group of young people behind Miller heard the sound and greeted the audience enthusiastically.
Cheers exploded from the audience. Some young people even stood up and waved their hands, almost going crazy.
"Yu Shaocong! Yu Shaocong!"
"Yu Shaocong, I love you!"
"Peter! Iloveyou!!”
"Lin Ken, do your best!"
……
It could be said that the entire Western band was dressed in suits and had a lot of temperament.
The leader was a young man from China.
Dressed in a suit, he looked imposing.
Yu Shaocong.
This young man had achieved a lot at such a young age. He had also appeared in several variety shows. Even the famous pianist Lang Lang valued him very much.
On the other hand, folk music.
They were all a group of old men, so the cheers had obviously dropped a lot!!
"Hehe, we heard that contestant Yu Shaocong has the loudest cheers and the most fans. Mr. Yu, do you have anything to say to the audience?”
The host said with a smile.
Yu Shaocong took over the microphone, and the cheers intensified once again. The elderly people shook their heads and sighed.
"Thank you for attending the concert despite your busy schedule. This is the honor of every contestant.”
"I personally hope that this concert will make more people like Western music. Folk music is good, but it's not suitable for young people.”Yu Shaocong's tone was calm, as if he was telling the truth.
The expressions of the old men and women below the stage immediately turned ugly.
Why wasn't folk music suitable for young people?
Jiang Weiwen and the others also had ugly expressions.
"In the end, I will definitely win this competition and enter the Spring Festival Gala. Once again, thank you for your love.”
Spring Festival Gala?
The audience was surprised.
That's right!
This confrontation between Western music and folk music attracted the attention of Central TV.
The person who won the competition would head to Central TV to participate in this year's Central TV Spring Festival Gala!!
Therefore…
Whether it was the Chinese or Western orchestras, they all trained very hard. The goal was to win the competition and promote their respective cultures.
Looking below the stage.
Many Central TV reporters came.
The flashes were like thunder, flashing non-stop.
As soon as Yu Shaocong finished speaking.
It immediately caused everyone to be unhappy!
Central TV was the big stage of Xia country. Everyone in the country could watch the singing and dancing.
How could he let a western instrument go up?
Wasn't this a slap in the face?
The atmosphere below the stage was half excited and half depressed.
"Haha, looks like Yu Shaocong is very confident. We'll see what happens in the competition. I'm looking forward to the performances of both contestants. I hereby announce that the Sichuan-Sichuan concert has officially begun!”
The host took the microphone and shouted loudly.
The applause was thunderous.
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