My Family's Idol's Vest Fell Again

Chapter 67

"Mr. Sirami, I hope you can listen to our Chinese musical instruments. Countries are different, and music knows no borders." Shi Fei finished speaking and put his hands on On the guqin.

Opening with a guqin, a song "Shuilong Yin" sounded, and the heartstrings mingled.

The guqin has a deep sound area, clear and clear tone (color), simple style, and a remote space in its sound, giving people a freehand landscape and endless reverie.

The timely Nanxiao kept up with it, and it was as crisp as a bird's ears.

Not to be outdone, the gentle sound of the pipa slowly followed. The erhu song instantly ignited, the dulcimer was matched like gurgling water, and the flute sound followed closely.

When Wan Laiju was silent, the guqin sounded again, and Shi Fei was fully engaged. His whole body showed greatness and self-confidence, and his body seemed to have its own light. That is the charm he exudes when he is good at his field.

With beautiful tone (color) and rich connotation, a piece of music seems to present Chinese art and culture for five thousand years.

"Oh my god, my goose bumps are all up, this is so nice."

"I cried and cried. I have studied Guqin for several years, and I feel like what I learned is rubbish."
"The erhu musicians of a few years have really knelt down. Has the little brother who played the erhu entered the realm of transformation?"

"Suddenly I want to cry. Those people who scolded folk music before, come and listen, folk music is no worse than Western music. Have you seen our Chinese culture?"

"I have been crying. I have studied the guqin for ten years, but every time many students know the piano and the violin, but they don't know the guqin, Fei Ge, you breathed a sigh of learning for us, I love you."

"All gods, playing gods' instruments, this sounds too burning, my country."

"This Guqin dumpling is perfect, right? I'm totally drunk."

"I don't know any of these instruments. I only know that they sound very good. They are so handsome and so burning."

"Shi Fei, from today, you are my father, can you teach me Guqin?"

"I don't dare to think about Guqin. I have studied erhu for three years. Can that little brother accept me?"

"High-energy warning ahead, turn on the cyclic brainwashing mode."

"Kneel on your knees, your father will always be your father, these guys are all textbook-level bosses."

"Is it so nice? Why don't I think, even if he is so powerful, why didn't he compare it to him in the first place?"
The anchor didn't have time to watch the live screen, and was completely immersed in the beautiful music.

Sirami Herman has studied piano since he was a child. For him, piano is his life, and of course he has heard other instruments.

However, they are all within the scope of Western instruments, and folk music has only been heard occasionally. This is the first time he has listened to Chinese folk music seriously.

He likes the melodious music, Silami automatically kicked off the previous suona performance.

At this time, Feina Guqin played "Shuilong Yin", which happened to hit his voice point. This is so good, it is a wonderful sound in the world.

After the song was over, Shi Fei placed his hands on the guqin and looked up at the musicians from the Zuijiang Literature Society opposite.

Sirami said intoxicated: "This is your Chinese folk music?"