Shine the night!

When he heard this long hiss, Gu Xiaobai couldn't cry or laugh a little.

Why is this kid running again!

Last time, I ran out by myself and performed on the stage of "The Masked".

But this time, Gu Xiaobai didn't want it to appear on the stage here.

Not at all!

Otherwise, wouldn't his identity be revealed?

Where in this world are there two identical white horses with white horses and golden saddles!

But this kid must be addicted to eating carrots, and he comes uninvited every time.

But no, not at this time!

"Go back, go back!" Gu Xiaobai muttered deep in his heart.

In the darkness, I don't know where the neighing of horses and the sound of horses' hooves came, and then a white horse suddenly appeared from the darkness, as if it was cast by the Nine Heavens Milky Way, exuding a brilliant light.

Zhaoye wanted to come out very much, but Gu Xiaobai didn't let it come out, at this time, Zhaoye, as if it didn't exist in this time and space, its body was half-real and half-empty, and the light was bright. It walked in the air, running to the stage like a Pegasus, and then on the stage, circling around Gu Xiaobai, a little anxious, and a little affectionate, it wanted to eat carrots, wanted to let Gu Xiaobai ride up, and wanted to have fun.

But there is an invisible force that binds it, so that it cannot really come to this world and touch Gu Xiaobai.

"Wow!" everyone in the audience exclaimed.

What kind of stage effect is this!3D projection?

How many projectors are used?

Great!

However, this guy failed to smuggle out, but there was another guy who succeeded in smuggling.

Zhao Ye jumped and jumped on the stage, scurrying around, so anxious to call around, Gu Xiaobai was not appeased, nor was he scolded, when he was crying and laughing, he suddenly felt that something was rubbing against him under his feet, and he lowered his head.

The stupid dog is here too.

It crouched there, biting a flute in its mouth, as if to say, "Look at me, look at me, I've picked it up, praise me, touch me!"

Gu Xiaobai didn't care about anything else, picked up the flute, stroked the stupid dog's head, and put it to his lips.

The show has been messed up so far.

In fact, such a thing as a performance accident is all too common in live performances.

For example, the temporary microphone is out of tune, the tuning is wrong, the ear monitor is silent, the guitar string is broken, the drum stick is flying, the lead singer is out of tune, the guitarist snatches the drummer's wife and tears it up on stage......

If you don't want to have an accident in the performance, you can only lip-sync.

But what if you don't want to lip-sync?

Improvisation!

Many god-level scenes are improvised after something went wrong.

There is a guitar god who holds a guitar with a broken string, scratches it faster than a cat, dances more happily than a dog, and finally succeeds in breaking the other strings.

There is a drummer god who plays the drum while throwing the drum stick and pumping the spare drum stick, showing a hidden weapon skill comparable to the rain of flowers.

The flute that Gu Xiaobai caught was a high-pitched flute, short and cute, and when it came to his mouth, he didn't have time to think about anything, and his playful and cheerful voice rang out.

On the other side, Qin Chuan almost burst out laughing when he heard this tone.

"Shandong Small Open Door"!

This piece is one of the repertoire in the performance of the Qinchuan Folk Orchestra.

Qin Chuan, as the royal "processor" of the "Gu Xiaobai Acoustic Laboratory Instrument Restoration Project", was hired by Gu Xiaobai's laboratory to help make these chis.

This repertoire is the traditional repertoire of the northern bangdi, and it is very representative.

It brings out the playful and cheerful characteristics of the soprano flute to the fullest, and the breath is violent, and the tongue is extremely skillful.

He didn't expect Gu Xiaobai to learn.

At this time, Gu Xiaobai touched a flute and directly blew out this melody.

After blowing it out, I realized what I was blowing.

But it doesn't matter, just keep blowing when you blow it out.

After blowing a few words of this tune, I heard Gu Xiaobai's body pause, and as soon as he raised it, his breath suddenly increased, and his tongue skills were used to the extreme.

High-pitched, trembling, and sharp, like a suona flute flying out of the short flute.

"I'll go!" widened the eyes of the audience.

Is this the sound of the flute? The flute also has this explosive power?

Isn't this suona? Are you sure it's not suona?

The suona is a reed wind instrument, and its pronunciation is made using the reed that is contained in the mouth.

The flower tongue is to use its own tongue as a "spring" to make the tongue vibrate, and their vocal principle is the same.

The vocal range is similar, and the timbre is also simulated, of course!

Blowing this kind of sound, Gu Xiaobai dangled around on the stage, and the sound of suona in his mouth was like a suona, over and over again, interacting with the audience while blowing.

It seems that he didn't have a performance accident.

I'm a little white general, even if there is a performance accident, I'm just as awesome.

Look, if I grab a flute at random, I can blow you from birth to marriage, from marriage to the end.

The flower tongue trembled like a suona, trembling lightly like a horse neighing, Gu Xiaobai raised a high voice and said a low voice, like a pony that had just escaped, jumping around on the stage, excited that he had finally escaped from prison.

Beside him, Teruma heard the sound of the flute and jumped around the stage excitedly.

Everyone in the audience saw the phantom of a white horse, and it shook around on the stage like crazy.

At this moment, Qin Chuan on the opposite side also took out a soprano flute, and glanced at Gu Xiaobai, come on, improvised!

A series of cheerful, smooth highs flicked over like little whips.

Go, go, you naughty pony, stop having fun, hurry up and get to work!

"Whip Urging Horses to Move Grain"!

After a few lashes, the poor foal was put into the wagon and went to work and carry grain.

The flute in Gu Xiaobai's hand changed, turning into a long and empty flute.

In an instant, the originally busy scene of grain transportation turned into a leisurely grassland scenery.

"The Shepherd's Flute"!

This mischievous foal, it escaped from prison again, and it took advantage of the unpreparedness of the carriage to blend directly into the herd of wild horses on the side of the road, and ran like a happy child.

Qin Chuan twitched casually, but pulled out a alto flute.

A soothing flute sounds.

"Little Herding Cow".

The man who was driving the cart just now saw that the pony was running, and he was not in a hurry, and put the ox next to him.

In the blink of an eye, there were herds of cattle and sheep, and the neighing of horses was a grassland scene.

At this moment, Gu Xiaobai lowered his head and found that the stupid dog appeared in front of him with another musical instrument in his mouth, rubbing his legs.

Gu Xiaobai casually inserted the piccolo in his hand into the box and took the instrument.

Before picking it up, he thought it was also a soprano flute, because it was also very short, but when he picked it up, he found that it was a chi.

Although the chime and flute look similar, its tail end is closed.

According to the principle of acoustics, the longer the pipe, the lower the frequency. But a closed wind instrument is often an octave lower than an open wind instrument in the same length, because a closed wind instrument is a complete resonance after being transmitted to the closed end and then reflected back.

In this process, the even harmonics cancel each other out, so the closed wind instrument can only emit the odd harmonics of 1, 3, and 5, and compared with the open wind instrument, there are fewer even harmonics such as 2, 4, and 6, so the timbre of Chi and Xun is more ethereal.

Because it's really half empty......

Such a soprano flute has a long pipe, but the timbre of the mid-bass flute is mellow and vast.

It is like a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, euphemistic and soft.

"Gusu Xing"!

This pony, it didn't want to work, and it jumped to Jiangnan again!

Suddenly, the soft scenery of the south of the Yangtze River suddenly drifted with heavy snow.

"Cold River Remnant Snow"!

Gu Xiaobai shook his head, and a long voice that seemed to be sad and crying came.

In an instant, the eight hundred miles of Qin Chuan were in sight.

"Qin Chuan Expression"!

When "Qin Chuan's Expression" sounded, Qin Chuan had already raised his hand and stomped his feet, like a fast horse galloping three spit sounded.

"Qinchuan Love"!

Come on, come on, come to our northwest, listen to me! Come on, let me be the east! You're welcome!

The two songs of Qin Chuan, the flute music that melted out of the Qin cavity, merged in the air.

When you close your eyes, you seem to be able to see the vast loess plateau, the meandering river, the undulating green hills, and the people whose chests are as wide as loess.

Gu Xiaobai stretched out his hand and took a flute from the stupid dog's mouth.

It's a bass flute.

A few long tones like the morning bell of the palace, low and warm.

The west wind is howling, and the white clouds are long......

"Ancient Chang'an" sounded, and in an instant, above the Qinchuan River, the palace rose from the ground, with iron armor, long-sleeved moves, the palace forbidden, in a blink of an eye, this little white horse has traveled through thousands of years of time and space, from the strong man to the Tang Dynasty, the ancient capital of the six dynasties, the sun and the moon are reincarnated, day and night, and ten thousand years......

Suddenly, a murderous sound sounded.

"Brush—"

It's like a person who can't play a flute, desperately trying to blow a sound.

Then, a dry, unpretentious flute sounded, and the wind and sand from the further northwest covered the endless palace and endless splendor.

"Desert"!

But in the blink of an eye, the rough desert wind was dispelled by a watery flute.

"Plugged in Style"!

Who said that the northwest region is all a desert, we can also race the south of the Yangtze River here!

As long as everyone works hard, heaven and earth can't limit us!

Offstage, everyone was stunned and looked at the two people on the stage.

They've seen band battles on TV, they've seen rappers improvise duels, but it's the first time they've seen someone play the flute.

One of them casually smoked the flute from the box in front of them, and the other was the big dog with its tail wagging its tail to pick whichever it came.

No, it's not just flute.

The flutes and chimes of various standards in their hands are constantly changing, and the timbre is also constantly changing.

Some are like babies crying, some are like Guxun ethereal, and some are like Bau round......

The more the two of them played, the more fun they became, and the more they played, the higher they became.

The light and shadow of the white horse ran wildly around them.

A big dog is also running around to help Xiaobai pick up the flute.

This scene is inexplicably joyful and inexplicably fun.

The audience, listening to the flute music of the two people, only felt that there was suddenly a spring breeze in front of them, a cold wind biting, a heavy rain, a wind and sand, a wolf smoke, and a fragrant wind.

At that moment, he had already set foot in all parts of China, up and down for 5,000 years.

Suddenly, the melody of "The Ballad of the Horse" resumes.

I don't know when, Gu Xiaobai has already put away all the flutes and chicks scattered on the stage, and sat back on his bar stool.

Later, the accompanying folk orchestras were stunned for a moment before hurriedly keeping up with the rhythm.

Coming back?

This little white horse, he ran around, did he come back?

In an instant, the sound of the pipa sounded, like iron hooves clanging, and the arrow feathers broke through the air.

On one side of the stage, the lights came on again.

This time, it shone on the last row of the choir.

They have heroic young men, generous middle-aged, and old men with gray temples.

They are all teachers at Yamanaka County No. 1 Middle School.

Some of them started as private teachers and contributed their lives to the city and this school.

Some of them have just come to teach for less than a month.

The only thing they have in common is that they are all full of enthusiasm and enthusiasm for this land.

They may not have the same wonderful life as the people in the big cities, and they may not be so rich in material things.

But they have no regrets.

They opened their mouths, and a heavy recitation began.

"Abandon the edge of the blade, and your life can be safe?

Parents don't care, how can they say a son and a wife?

The name is in the strong man's name, and he must not take care of his own interests.

Donate your life to go to the country, and see death as if you were going home!"

At this moment, Gu Xiaobai put down the flute in his hand, and his high-pitched voice sounded:

"You're leaving

Don't look back

Your north

Hurry up day and night

You're leaving

Even if the mountain is high and the road is far away

You are a steed

It's a horse ......."

Gu Xiaobai's voice is clean and thorough, like a white horse galloping on the snow.

He didn't have the slightest showmanship, he didn't have a particularly high-pitched voice, he just sat there quietly.

Indifferent, resolute, but majestic.

The phantom of the white horse stood beside him, shaking his ears, and suddenly turned around and galloped away into the distance.

The phantom walked through the void and slowly disappeared into the void.

The flute sounded again.

Weeping and complaining.

In the sound of the flute, the chanting of children's voices was heard.

"The white horse is decorated with golden fetters, and it gallops northwest.

By asking whose son is it, the ghost and the ranger ......"

A cycle, a cycle.

The rangers of the year have grown up and are old, but the new generation of teenagers has grown up under their wings, and one day, they will also embark on a journey.

Generation after generation, one after the other, never stopping.

The greatest respect in the world is that when I grow up, I will be you.

This is called inheritance.

The voice of the recitation is getting smaller and smaller.

until complete silence.

There was silence on and off the stage.

They couldn't get out of the song for a long time.

This song, it actually doesn't have too strong feelings, it doesn't be passionate, it's not angry.

If you have to say what it is, it's like a teacher standing on the podium, telling the students in the audience about the "White Horse Chapter", talking and talking, suddenly talking about the water in the south of the Yangtze River, the snow in the north, talking about the big river that runs through the country, talking about the water flowing in the river, it is called Yanhuang blood, it has moistened the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, moistened the Qinchuan River for 800 miles, and also moistened the foals.

At this point, the teacher looked down and remembered who he used to be.

Someday, these foals will turn into horses.

will run in all directions of this vast land.

The young performers, their chests heaving, looked down blankly, they didn't know how their performance was, and they didn't know why no one applauded.

The lights on the stage slowly lit up, and suddenly, there was thunderous applause and cheers.

"Whoa......

"Encore! Encore!"

"Ahhhhh