Yang Chen's performance continued.
The performance of the fifth section of the Hundred Birds Pay Homage to the Phoenix attracted the birds around it.
It hovered above him. This scene caused an indescribable impact on everyone present.
Pa!
An adult holding an ice cream in his hand loosened his hand and looked at Yang Chen blankly, as if he did not feel the ice cream that fell on the ground.
"Is this really something an autistic patient can brag about?”
"Although I don't understand folk music, this is definitely at the level of a master!”
"Master? Have you ever seen a master who could play the flute so well that it could pass off as the real thing and attract the birds over?”
"His suona skills have already surpassed any master in China!”
Gao Liang said seriously.
Hearing this, everyone was shocked.
On the other side.
Jiang Weiwen did not comment on Gao Liang's words.
He guessed that the so-called genius was at most a slightly better folk music seedling.
Doubtfully opening the video, Yang Chen's figure suddenly appeared on the screen.
At the same time, the fifth level of the Hundred Birds Pay Homage to the Phoenix sounded in his ears.
"This is…the fifth stage of all birds paying homage to the phoenix?”
Jiang Weiwen suddenly sat up straight and stared at the video in surprise. His Adam's apple could not help but twitch.
His eyes were staring at Yang Chen in the picture, as if he was appreciating a priceless treasure, and his chest rose and fell violently.
Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix was a classic song of the suona. It was not difficult to learn how to play it, but it was very difficult to play it well.
He could hear the flaws in the performance of the suona masters who had been famous for many years. It was just that there were more or less differences.
Only the young man's performance in the video was flawless. There was not a hint of awkwardness or gap between the turns.
Instead, he felt an unprecedented sense of harmony.
This was an effect that could only be achieved when one's understanding of the song and instrument reached the extreme.
This was something that even he could not do.
At this moment, the angle of the video was suddenly raised a little.
Jiang Weiwen frowned slightly, thinking that the video was about to end.
However, the next scene had an unimaginable psychological impact on him.
In the video, hundreds of birds were circling and chirping, looking very happy.
Below, where Yang Chen was now, it was as if he was completely integrated with the forest, with the birds, and with nature.
It was like a harmonious painting.
Jiang Weiwen, who was very sensitive to music, recognized it immediately.
These birds were actually responding to the song of all birds paying homage to the phoenix!
"How is this possible? He had never heard of such a thing!”
Jiang Weiwen muttered to himself in disbelief.
This kind of thing had already had a subversive impact on his understanding.
Could it be that all birds paying homage to the phoenix could have achieved such an effect, but we didn't know because we didn't play it to its true level?
The more Jiang Weiwen thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible.
After all…this seemed to be the only explanation.
The young man's performance in the picture was indeed better than all of them!
As soon as the video ended, Jiang Weiwen received a new video.
That was the sixth and seventh section of Hundred Birds Pay Homage to the Phoenix.
After listening to the sixth paragraph, there was still no flaw!
All the changes were so harmonious, and the emotions conveyed by the song.
Jiang Weiwen could clearly feel it.
"So this is the mood here. No wonder when I play, I feel like something is missing.”
Yang Chen's performance unexpectedly made Jiang Weiwen feel a sense of enlightenment.
If this were to spread, it would probably shock the entire folk music world.
When the seventh paragraph sounded, Jiang Weiwen was shocked. Yang Chen's performance made him slap the table and exclaim, he was so excited that he could not control himself.
Regarding the decline of folk music, he finally found the key to breaking the situation.
That was the young man called Yang Chen in the video.
Jiang Weiwen picked up the clothes on the hanger and hurriedly pushed the door open.
Half an hour later, in Xia Country's office.
The seven or eight famous folk music masters all had worried expressions.
Seeing Jiang Weiwen appear, his eyes lit up.
"Old Jiang, you're finally here. I'm afraid we'll have to rely on you to hold up the stage for this music exchange!”
"That's right. With you as the finale, we can at least lose with some dignity.”
"Those Western music people are working so hard to promote the Chinese folk music. They're obviously here to trample the Chinese folk music to the bottom. If they really lose, the Chinese folk music will really be finished in the future.”
"Then what can we do? He has made a move. We can't just be cowards. We can't just shut up and not fight, right?”
"I want to add one person to the list of people participating in the exchange!”Jiang Weiwen said seriously.
"In the current situation, unless another master of your level comes, no one can turn the tables.”someone said.
"He's much stronger than me!"
"Are you kidding me? Is there anyone better than you in the folk music world?”
Everyone was in disbelief.
"Yang Chen!"
Everyone looked at each other. After thinking for a while, they could not recall such a folk music master.
"Why haven't I heard of it before?"
"The folk music circle isn't big. I can even remember his name. There's no such person at all!”
Jiang Weiwen smiled and played the video on his phone.
"Let's talk after watching the video!"
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