[BL, MTL] My Family's Idol's Vest Fell Off Again

Chapter 67

"Mr. Sirami, I hope you can listen to our Chinese musical instruments. There are differences between countries, but music has no borders." After saying this, Shi Fei put his hand on the guqin.

    Opening with Guqin, a piece of "Shuilong Yin" sounded, and the heartstrings sang together.

    Guqin's sound range is low, the timbre is bright and deep, the style is simple and simple, and the sound has a remote space, giving people freehand landscapes and infinite reverie.

    The timely Nanxiao followed suit, and it was as crisp as a bird circling around his ears.

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

    When everything was silent, the guqin sounded again. Shi Fei devoted himself wholeheartedly, showing grandeur and self-confidence, as if his body had its own radiance, which was the charm he exuded when he was good at the field.

    With beautiful timbre and profound connotation, a piece of music seems to present five thousand years of Chinese art and culture in front of everyone.

    "Oh my God, I'm getting goosebumps, this is too good to hear."

    "I cried and cried, I learned Guqin for several years, and I feel like I'm rubbish."

    "Erhu for several years The musician is really kneeling, the little brother playing the erhu has entered the realm of transformation, right?"

    "Suddenly want to cry, those who scolded folk music before, listen to it, folk music is no worse than Western music, have you seen our Chinese culture? "

    I'm already crying. I've learned Guqin for ten years, but every time many students know about piano and violin, but don't know about Guqin. Brother Fei, you gave me a sigh of relief for us who learned Guqin. I love you.

    " Immortal, playing an immortal instrument, this sounds too hot, my country."

    "This guqin is so perfect, I'm completely drunk."

    "I don't know any of these instruments, I only know that they sound good, So handsome, so hot."

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

    "I don't dare to think about Guqin, I have learned Erhu for three years, can that little brother accept me?"

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

    "Get down on your knees, your father will always be your father, and these few are all textbook-level bosses."

    "Does it really sound so good? Why don't I think so? He's so good, why didn't he compare himself with this in the first place?" The

    anchor didn't have time to look at the live broadcast screen at all, and was completely immersed in the wonderful music.

    Silami Herman learned piano since he was a child. For him, the piano is his life. Of course, he has also heard other instruments.

    But those are all in the range of western musical instruments, folk music is only occasionally heard, this is the first time he has listened to Chinese folk music seriously.

    He likes melodious music, Sirami automatically kicked out the previous suona performance.

    At this time, Shi Fei took the guqin to play "Shuilongyin" as the lead, which just hit his voice point.