"We're going to have to pierce it with an iron rod, or we won't be able to blow it up." ”

Xia Jie said as he found an iron rod and inserted it.

With the power of the bear, it is easy to insert it to the end.

That bit of diaphragm can't be blocked in the slightest.

"If someone thinks that it is more difficult to stab like this, you can also burn the iron rod red, which will be easier. ”

Xia Jie came and said, after twitching a few times, he said after running through all the bamboo flutes.

"It seems that a bamboo flute is also very simple, there is bamboo behind my house, and I will have one later. ”

"Hehe, you upstairs are bragging, and your craftsmanship is simple, it doesn't mean that you are also simple!"

"By the way, why do I see that someone's flute is purple, is it lacquered?"

"The material is different, and some people use golden flutes!"

"The anchor didn't talk about this bamboo, the material looks average!"

"Cut, Brother Xiaojie's temperament is good, he wants it to be good, can't he afford it?"

In the live broadcast room, everyone set off a discussion about the material of this flute.

In the face of such an argument, as a knowledgeable piper, Xia Jie smiled and said: "The material of the bamboo flute is a bit talkative, generally speaking, bitter bamboo, white bamboo, purple bamboo, water bamboo, Xiangfei bamboo, Qi bamboo, grouper bamboo and so on. ”

"Choose different materials, then there are different points, like this in my hand, is the bitter bamboo that everyone uses? ”

The timbre of the flute blows vigorously, and the vibration is relatively large, as if there is a sound in the flute hall. It's like singing with reverberation, and the sound is relatively wet. ”

"Of course, the bitter bamboo flute also has a defect, that is, if it is not properly maintained in winter, it is easy to crack? ”

In the live broadcast room, the audience was another wave of admiration.

"I'm going, it's true, even a bamboo can say so much?

"Haha? The anchor didn't fool anyone, and it's exactly the same as what my Dizi music teacher said!"

"Is there a color for other bamboos?

"Xiangfei bamboo seems to be quite expensive, it should be okay!"

Xia Jie shook his head and said: "Xiangfei bamboo is expensive, that is because it has a small number, it is not easy to make bamboo, and it is difficult to make, so it is not the best choice." ”

"Relatively speaking, it is not bad to choose Zizhu, although it is not easy to make, but the sound is crisp and pleasant, it is very transparent, relatively dry, especially in terms of quality, it can be said to be durable!"

"Other bamboos also have their own colors, and I won't go into details. ”

At this moment, the green and slender bamboo flute exudes a faint halo under the sun, and netizens see it and only think it is beautiful.

"This bamboo flute looks like a beautiful plant. ”

"Well, Dali Jie's flute is like this, and it has a bit of the flavor of the owner of Peach Island. ”

"Whose jade flute is flying in the dark, scattered into the east wind full of Los Angeles!"

"Dalijie, this bamboo flute is good, let's have a song!"

"Yes, yes, let's have a song, can I order a song?

Xia Jie shook his head and said: "This hole is good, it can be regarded as a bamboo flute, but the flute membrane is not yet there, and there is a mouthpiece, and the thread is not tied." ”

"The mouthpiece is to control the pronunciation of the flute, and the tie is wrapped around the outside of the flute body to protect the body from breaking, which is also very important for the flute. ”

"Urgent, it'll be fine soon, and I'll play a song for you when it's over." ”

After that, Xia Jie cut open a bamboo joint, gently tore off the fiber membrane in it, and then cut out a mouthpiece, and waited until these were all worked.

Xia Jie took a ball of white thread and wrapped it around the flute body, adding a bit of charm to the original simple and natural bamboo flute.

Finally, put the bamboo film that had just been torn off, Xia Jie nodded, and the flute was finally completed.

The drone slowly fell, lowered its altitude, and rotated the camera around the bamboo flute, constantly shooting.

"Not blowing or black, this bamboo flute is full of simplicity, small and full of new style. ”

"Dalijie, this bamboo flute is good, you can start!"

"Direnjie, let's make a big move!"

"I'm super waiting! But there is a brother in front of me who has fallen out of love, and the anchor should come to be cheerful, because sad people listen to slow songs!"

"Watching the play, the front row sells melon seeds and raw eight-treasure porridge!"

The bamboo flute is good, Xia Jie does not twist, the flute body is horizontal, the blow hole against his lower lip, the two hands slowly climb up and press the hole, the corners of the mouth are raised.

Xia Jie took a deep breath, then exhaled it from between his lips, letting the qi fall into a bundle, go down, and pour into the blow hole.

Suddenly, a melodious long tune came out from the bamboo flute.

As Xia Jie's hand continued to press, the sound of the flute immediately changed, bearing and turning, ups and downs, endless, and extremely pleasant.

trembling, stacking, spitting, slipping...... and other blowing skills, in Xia Jie's spirit hand next to the next show, the crisp and loud flute sound, converged into a moving excellent melody.

At the end of the song, netizens were still immersed in the sound of the flute and couldn't extricate themselves, and they came to their senses for a long time.

"Wow, Jie, this is too good, it's like a natural sound, why don't you show it sooner!"

"To be able to indulge people so far, Mr. Xia's musical attainment is really too high. ”

"Dali Jie, Da Jie! I can hear it, the song you play is a thousand years! Playing it on the flute is a new version of the boat, which is really amazing. ”

"May my human race dream rivers in this soul, between the 10,000 shares and the mountains, the spark will be passed on, and it will never stop! Wuhu~!"

"Brother Xiaojie is the best!" In one fell swoop, it refreshed my recognition of traditional Chinese music!"

"This joy is only because there is heaven, how can there be a few smells in the world, Mr. Xia, give you a thumbs up~!"

"Direnjie's big move is so powerful that it shook me to the spot for three seconds!"

Praise is not enough, maybe this is the charm of music.

Xia Jie's mood was also a little mysterious after playing a song himself, and his face showed a look of intoxication.

Then, he played a few songs in one breath, and he was happy, and netizens were also happy.

Reward a wave is also logical!

The traditional music that can be inherited for thousands of years has its own unique charm!

......

At the same time, in the restaurant at the entrance of the village.

There are not many customers, and there will be orders after half past ten, and then they will be busy until the evening, which is also a rare rest time for Kazuo Matsushima.

Although it was leisure time approved by Zhou Datou, Songdao was not idle, standing in the back kitchen with a notebook in one hand and fiddling with the materials in front of him with the other.

In the previous time, Xia Jie's class reunion and the barbecue party in the mushroom house were all there to help, and he also learned a lot from Xia Jie, and now he is trying.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, after Matsushima took a sip of water, the mobile phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated and it was a video call.

He immediately picked it up and got through.

A white and cute girl appeared on the mobile phone screen, which was so similar to the popular Japanese actress Yui Aragaki.

This is Kazuo Matsushima's younger sister, Haruko Matsushima, who is currently studying at Xiang High School in her hometown of Kanagawa Prefecture.

"My lovely Imato, why did you suddenly call me at this time, aren't you supposed to be in class right now?"

Haruko Matsushima muttered, exhaled upward, and blew the qi in front of her forehead.

"Ernisan stupid, have you forgotten, I told you before, our Hunan High School rushed into Koshien, and now the teachers and classmates have gone to Koshien to help. ”

"Yes, Koshien, why don't you go? ”

Kazuo Matsushima said with a lot of nostalgia.

For Japanese high school students, Koshien is a dream place, and he once had such a dream, but he found that this dream was a bit far away.

Or is it a dish.

Haruko Matsushima, who was on the other end of the phone, shook her head and said playfully.

"Onisan, you are not unreasonable, compared to baseball, I like basketball a little, but it is a pity that our school lost to Aihe High School, and failed to dominate the country. ”

"Forget it, don't talk about this, Onisan, how are you doing in Huaxia, have you become the apprentice of the Kamisanma you said?"

Kazuo Matsushima grinned and laughed.

"I'm all right here, my lovely Imato, don't worry, I've got a job here with food and shelter. ”

"Although Kamisan Ma has not yet been an apprentice, but recently there will be a lot of Dong, so that I will benefit a lot, after a few days, when I have eaten these Dongqi thoroughly, the level of management will definitely go to a higher level. ”

Hearing this, Haruko Matsushima nodded.

"Yes, that's good, but Onisan you need to get back quickly, I'm about to graduate from high school, and I can miss my graduation ceremony then." ”

"Heart, Haruko, I will never miss your graduation ceremony, so that's it, Ernie still has some things to do here, and I'll give you a phone call." ”

"All right, Onisan, there is a lala. ”

Haruko Matsushima waved her hand obediently, glanced at Kazuo Matsushima reluctantly, and hung up the phone.

Kazuo Matsushima just stared blankly at the phone screen darkening until it turned black, and his eyes couldn't help but be a little rosy.

His favorite modern Chinese poem is nostalgia.

When I was a child, nostalgia was a small stamp, I was at one end and my mother was at that end.

When I grew up, nostalgia was a narrow ticket, I was at this end, and the bride was at that end.

For Kazuo Matsushima, Haruko Matsushima is his nostalgia.

Why didn't he want to say a few more words to his sister, whom he hadn't seen for many days? But he was afraid that saying this would remind him of the cherry blossoms in his hometown and want home.

This is absolutely impossible for the current Kazuo Matsushima.

After coming all the way to China and seeing with his own eyes the amazing skills of Kamisanma, Kazuo Matsushima was also firm in his idea of worshipping Kamisanma as a teacher.

Recently, I have finally gotten a little closer to Kamisan, and it is time to continue to work hard.

Kazuo Matsushima raised his hands and slapped himself twice on the cheek, cheering himself up.

"Plus, Kazuo Matsushima, we must succeed in worshipping Kami Sanma as a teacher, so that Haruko can have a good future, plus!"

With that, he lowered his head and continued to drill the recipe.