"That'...... What kind of instrument is it?" Wang Haixia asked.

Looking at the back of the man turning away, on the Zhongjun, even Wang Haixia, who was scaring the sky and the air, couldn't give birth to the slightest desire to scare people.

Although, this man's performance, even he can hear some flaws.

But this kind of courage is enough to make people respect.

"It is a single string, a national musical instrument of the Jing people. Gu Xiaobai said.

He knew about this instrument because he had studied a lot of instruments when he was doing the restoration.

But he didn't know much about the music the man was playing.

But he could hear that it was supposed to be a traditional ancient song.

Guqin, ancient music.

The piano has a melodious sound and a gentle tune.

To be honest, at this moment, Gu Xiaobai's heart is actually very complicated.

For others, China, Japan, South Korea, and Vietnam are four countries.

But if we look at it from a historical perspective, we look at the past with the eyes of Gongzi Xiaobai 2,700 years ago, Huo Qubing 2,100 years ago, and Hua Xiaobai 600 years ago.

It's just a trunk of a tree, and four branches branching out.

Once upon a time, the Far East was the golden land of Westerners' dreams, the pinnacle of civilization.

But for hundreds of years, they have lagged behind and been beaten.

I had to learn from the Western experience, the Western culture.

With the Meiji Restoration, Japan and China and South Korea struggled for a hundred years and finally re-emerged.

Now, the other three countries have regained their standing on top of the world.

They have become the second, third and eleventh economies in the world.

Vietnam, on the other hand, is still struggling in the forties and fifties with a population of 100 million, and it can't even solve the problem of food and clothing at home.

This kind of thing, in fact, Gu Xiaobai also feels the same way.

Once, in the face of the offensive of the West, when our ancestors were unable to resist, they could only take out the things of their ancestors to resist.

Ancient culture, ancient achievements, ancient glory......

That's not a kind of helplessness and despair.

Once, our ancestors, when they stepped on an American warship, were so envious that tears were about to fall, and when they came back, they couldn't wait to cry.

Then there were generations of people who held back the navy that is now making dumplings.

However, the rise of Japan, South Korea and China is due to the wave of "economic globalization" and "global industrial chain".

Now, more and more countries in the world have realized that basic industry is lacking, and everything else is just a castle in the air, so they have started the wave of "anti-globalization" and moved a lot of work back to their own homeland.

Can the development opportunities that Vietnam needs still come?

Maybe we won't be able to wait any longer.

In this world, there is only one first.

After all, someone can only be a poor student in the back row.

There is only so much space for survival, and there will always be a fight for life and death.

Gu Xiaobai looked at the man in front of him who bowed and apologized, but was stubborn and brave, as if he had seen the past China.

The man bowed, then turned to walk away with his rudimentary lyre.

Then, he heard applause coming from behind him.

"Good!"

"Encore!"

"One more song!"

He turned his head and saw the teenagers on the ship and the crew in snow-white uniforms, who gave him applause without hesitation.

On the nearby ships and docks, many workers, ship owners, and boat workers also applauded without hesitation.

The man's face turned red, and he bowed and bowed again.

Beside him, several of his co-workers walked over, patted him on the shoulder, helped him hold the rudimentary monochord, and left side by side with him.

Suddenly, he paused.

Behind him, there was a flute sound.

On the Zhongjun, Gu Xiaobai held a transverse flute in his hand, standing on the side of the ship, in front of the railing, his body seemed to be about to merge into the blood-red sunset.

The sound of the flute, like a wind blowing through the sails and shaking the reeds, like a wave that drowned the ankles and rolled up the shells, sprinkled down from the Zhongjun and overflowed in all directions.

The man was stunned, because this music happened to be one of the songs he had played before.

"Threading the Needle".

Gu Xiaobai already knew this tune?

Or did he listen to it once and already memorize it?

It's just that this man never thought that even if he turned the monochord into a flute, this piece could be so beautiful.

The unique rocker of the monochord changed its tone, and Gu Xiaobai turned it into a flower tongue and flying fingers, which trembled people's fascination, shook people's hearts throbbingly, and kneaded people's liver and intestines.

The faint sound of the flute made the unloading workers and the busy shipowners quiet down again.

It seems that even the sound of the waves has become much gentler.

At this moment, in the sound of the flute, countless people thought of their mothers at home, recalled their wives' reluctant eyes, and thought of their children's expectant eyes.

I thought of the many hardships in life, the rush and stubbornness, and the joy and melancholy when I harvested.

Everyone is their own hero.

No matter what desperate situation they are struggling with.

Many people had red eyes, but they didn't dare to shed tears, so they could only quietly turn their heads and pretend to be blinded by the sea sand dust.

The man was also stunned.

It turns out that our songs can be so infectious.

He didn't know how many times he practiced and how many times he listened to it, but he never felt this way.

At the end of the song, the boy collected the flute and hugged his fists.

Thank you for the tune, I took it!

Under the setting sun, the remnant sun dyed half of the young man's body golden red.

The tall body, as if it was made of gold, is so dazzling, but it is so humble.

The man also bowed and bowed again.

Thank you!

The man straightened up, and beside him, the workers patted him on the shoulder, dragged him, and said something loudly, and a group of people crowded around.

At this moment, he is a hero.

By Gu Xiaobai's side, Wang Haixia was about to cry with envy.

"Woo woo woo, why is Xiaobai so handsome every time he plays the flute! I also want to learn the flute!"

"Haven't you already learned the guitar? He's pretty handsome when he plays the guitar. "Zhou Xianting, who can only play ukulele.

"No, I don't play the guitar as handsome as Xiaobai's flute!" Wang Haixia shook his head, "I must learn to play the flute!"

"Isn't it because you don't have a little white handsome in the first place?" Zhou Xianting asked with a soul.

"How is that possible? I'm the first handsome guy in 306!

In this world, nothing can hit Wang Haixia's self-confidence.

This scene was filmed by many boatmen, dock workers, and tourists, and it had already blown up the Internet that night.

Gu Xiaobai and the unknown musician's strings and bamboos, one question and one answer, made countless people thoughtful, but they were silent.

Respect is always earned by yourself.

It doesn't matter if you're a first-line star who makes money every day, or you're a dock worker who eats with your hands.

If you want to win the respect of others, you must first be worthy of respect.

The next day, Gu Xiaobai received an invitation.

The Vietnam Music Association sent an invitation letter.

"The Vietnam Music Association will hold a song and dance orchestra performance at Hoan Kiem Lake, and Gu Xiaobai, Zhou Xianting, Wang Haixia, and Zhao Mo will be specially invited...... Wait for Mr. and Mrs. to come and guide. ”

The Vietnamese music scene must regain its dignity!

After receiving this invitation, Mr. Hong's face turned green.

"Xiaobai, they must be trying to trick you into taking off the Zhong Jun and assassinate you!"

This is the Hongmen Banquet, you can't go!