The repertoire of the instrumental band is an excerpt from the model play "Outwitting Tiger Mountain" "Ushering in Spring Changing the World".

This drama is a special classic, and the lines in it are also widely circulated, and I know everything about it.

is like the king in the code, the king of heaven and the tiger, and the river demon of Pagoda Town;

And the famous, blushing what? Refreshed! Why is it yellow again? Cold-proof, waxed.

It can be said that it is enduring.

Of course, the performance of the instrumental band is not sung, it is a pure instrumental ensemble, but it is also divided into parts, and the drum trombone is added, and the ensemble is passionate and very suitable for the competition.

Song Ci was wiped twice by her father with a cold hand towel, and the whole person quickly sobered up, and after combing her hair, she followed Teacher Yang directly to the backstage, ready to play.

Niu Ben stood silently beside him, holding his beloved Jinghu in his hand, but his hands were trembling uncontrollably.

Song Ci looked a little unbearable.

is still a child, if this forms a psychological shadow, it will be a lifelong thing.

If you accidentally kill a future artist, it's a bit of a sin.

Song Ci thought about it, and instead of taking Jinghu that he handed over, he grabbed his wrist.

Well, it's still a little cold, and the tips of your fingers must be even cooler.

"Niu Ben, come with me. You sit next to me, and if I forget the score, you whisper to me, and if I can't pull it, you can take my place.

This is your task, and you can't push it all to me, can you?"

Niu Ben nodded hesitantly, shook his head violently, and then lowered his head and said nothing.

Teacher Yang sighed, and he really wanted to cultivate this good seedling.

After all, the competition is not only held this year, but also more than ten or twenty times when Niu Ben graduates from high school, which is the seed player in their county.

"Why don't you both go up? I'll borrow another instrument." Niu Ben, you follow and make a show first, and when you think it's okay, the solo will still be up to you, and if it doesn't work, it will be called Song Porcelain on top. ”

Song Ci also nodded:

"Let's do it. ”

didn't give Niu Ben a chance to refute at all. Three k

Mr. Yang went to borrow a musical instrument.

It's a pity that the teacher of the troupe who came to accompany Song Ci in this city left directly after Song Ci's performance, and the troupe still had performance tasks in the evening, so it couldn't be delayed for too long.

Otherwise, directly ask the teacher of the troupe to top, and the performance effect will be better.

Song Ci looked at the little boy with a pale face and kindly suggested:

"You quickly drink hot water and rub your hands, your hands are so cold, your fingers must not be flexible, how can you play the huqin?"

Niu Ben took a deep breath, showed a smile that was more ugly than crying, and whispered thank you.

Song Ci shook his head with a smile, took his Jinghu to tune the strings, and casually pulled a few times to practice his hands.

Teacher Yang quickly borrowed a musical instrument and came back, specially rubbed the rosin on the bow again, carried it to the field for Song Ci, carried her to the chair, and put a small stool under her feet.

There is no way, Song Ci's little short legs are too short to reach the ground, how unstable it is to pull up.

Song Ci was also not polite, stepped on the small bench, cocked Erlang's legs, took Jinghu and rested on his lap, and listened to the monotone played by the dulcimer and tuned the strings.

Teacher Yang didn't intervene, listened to it on the side, and nodded secretly.

This little girl's ears are very bright, and the sound is very accurate, and there is no difference at all.

He patted Niu Ben's drooping shoulder again, a little undecided, not knowing whether it was better to let the child stay on the stage and suffer, or let him go off the stage to rest.

After such a hesitation, the host finished reporting the curtain and the curtain opened, and it was too late to change his mind.

So be it.

Mr. Yang calmly walked to the front of the band, first bowed politely to the audience, then turned to face the band, took out a folded baton and pulled it away, raised his hands up, and the whole band was in place.

Song Ci wondered where he was holding the removed antenna.

Teacher Yang glanced around, swung down sharply and provoked hard-

The band moves!

"Why did this little girl come up again?"

He Wanli, who recognized people at a glance, was taken aback.

This is the third time, can the little girl afford it?