"Is that the tune? Ye Mingxuan is going to play that tune?"

"It should be, you see his solemn appearance, and only a hundred birds and a phoenix can let him do this. ”

"It's been lost for decades, and is it finally going to see the light of day?"

"I told my grandfather Ye Mingxuan to blow a hundred birds and a phoenix, and my grandfather is now engrossed in staring at the live broadcast screen, urging me to fast forward..."

"The same world and the same grandfather, tired... How am I going to explain this to my grandfather?"

...

Ye Mingxuan's suona sounded, and the prelude part didn't sound any different, just imitating the call of a bird, although it required high skills, but other musical instruments also imitated animal tunes, which were not outstanding.

As the song progressed, everyone's eyes widened wider and wider, from a single bird at the beginning, to countless birdsong sounds of all kinds. If imitating birdsong is surprising.

Then a high-pitched and beautiful phoenix chirp completely shocked everyone, with a phoenix chirp, hundreds of birds chirped in unison, many but not chaotic. All the birdsong is in worship of this phoenix.

With more and more imitation of birdsong, if you look closely, you will find that the glass window above the concert hall is full of all kinds of birds, chirping with Ye Mingxuan's suona.

...

Chen Yongjun is an old man in his seventies, who usually likes to drink tea and yo-yo birds when he has nothing to do, and today he heard his grandson say that there is a young Ye Mingxuan who wants to play the hundred birds and phoenixes that have been lost for decades at the international music exchange meeting, and he is interested.

Hundred birds and phoenixes heard it in the countryside when he was still middle-aged, and he never forgot it. I thought I would never have a chance to hear it again, but I didn't expect to have the privilege of listening to it once today.

Hearing the prelude, Chen Yongjun was excited, this is the taste, yes, it's a hundred birds and a phoenix.

With the playing of the tune, Chen Yongjun watched in shock as the thrush he raised chirped with Ye Mingxuan's blowing on the TV, indescribable harmony, and even if you don't use your eyes to see it, you can't tell which one is the real birdsong and which one is blown by suona.

"Grandson, grandpa has no regrets in this life. Chen Yongjun said with emotion to his grandson.

"Grandpa, what are you talking about? My grandson still wants you to live a long life!"

"It's different, it's different, even if this song is lost before, it's rare, our generation, after leaving, the biggest wish is to send a hundred birds to the phoenix, but unfortunately, a hundred birds and a phoenix can't be played if it's not a person of great goodness and virtue." ”

"Grandpa, since Ye Mingxuan played this tune, there must be an electronic version of the music source after the exchange meeting, if you want to listen to it, your grandson will play it to you. ”

There are not many old people like Chen Yongjun anymore, and many old people have never had the privilege of hearing it in their lives.

...

After Ye Mingxuan finished blowing the hundred birds and the phoenix, he did not listen to the imaginary applause, but exclaimed.

"Look at the skylight above the concert hall. ”

As everyone looked at it, the dense birds on the skylight crowded the windowsill, even if the suona had finished playing, they were reluctant to leave for a long time.

"How do you describe this song in damn English?"

"Maybe this piece was written by God's old man? Damn, I can't find any words to praise this piece, perfect? Wonderful? Shet, damn it, why don't I speak Chinese?"

"Ye, you are a musical elf, yes, then you must be a mortal elf sent by the god of music. Paganini was so excited that he couldn't help himself, he was a little trembling when he walked, and Ye Mingxuan, who was flushed with a red face, was terrified, and he was really afraid that this music giant would be accidentally sent away by a hundred birds and a phoenix.

As Paganini's words fell, the audience resounded with the shouts of "music elves", from the initial noise to the final neat shouts, which made Ye Mingxuan also a little excited.

"Mr. Paganini, you're laughing, this kid of the music elf doesn't have that qualification yet. Ito heard Paganini's words of praise Ye Mingxuan, and said anxiously. really made Ye Mingxuan sit on the title of music elf, so what kind of face does he have to show people?

Paganini didn't look at Ito, raised Ye Mingxuan's hand, and announced loudly: "Hua Guoye, the music elf." ”

"Music Genies"

"Music Genies"

There was a shout of approval from the audience.

"Mr. Ye, this piece is definitely a cultural treasure of mankind, I would like to think that the International Musicians Association proposed to compile this piece into a hundred classic repertoire, as well as your instrument..."

"Suona. ”

"And your suona, they are all musical treasures, and they must be preserved. "Paganini has already regarded Ye Mingxuan as a musician of equal status, and uses honorifics for you.

Ye Mingxuan nodded seriously, we have lost too many cultural treasures for thousands of years, although the country has begun to pay attention to cultural protection over the years, but there are still some kinds of music and some folk arts that are slowly dying out.

Let today's young people learn and understand, so that these slowly disappearing cultural treasures can be truly restored. He will no longer deliberately abide by any dogma in the future, so that more people can learn this tune, so as to better protect this piece from being lost.

In the ensuing exchange, Ye Mingxuan didn't speak, and Ito sat in his place in despair, without saying a word. I was stunned, and I didn't know what I was thinking.

Daniel moved his seat to Ye Mingxuan's side, chattering endlessly, Ye Mingxuan was a little tired and didn't want to deal with him, but Liu Xianhua and Daniel were whispering to each other, not knowing what to say.

Finally stayed up until the end of the exchange meeting, as soon as Ye Mingxuan sat up, the media of various countries surrounded Ye Mingxuan, and all kinds of microphones poked him in the face, poking it painfully.

Ye Mingxuan pressed his hand, Kenben had no effect, or Mr. Paganini couldn't see it and relieved him.

"Friends from the media, Mr. Ye is already very tired, is it okay for everyone to maintain order and conduct interviews in an orderly manner?" Paganini's tone was calm, but there was an unquestionable taste.

Paganini, after all, is a musical giant, and he is also an old man. The media is very face-saving and quiet.

The interview must choose the media of your own country, and Huaguo TV must be the first.

"Mr. Ye Mingxuan, what do you think of your performance in the entire exchange meeting?"

Ye Mingxuan smiled shyly: "It should be okay, right?"

"Mr. Paganini praised you as a musical elf, how do you feel?"

"I don't dare to think about it, I dare to think about this, I'm just a little artist who plays suona, Mr. Paganini is just polite. "It's not like the sharpness at the exchange meeting at all, and now Ye Mingxuan is completely a shy and shy big boy.

"It's not polite, the title of music elf will be officially proposed at the musicians association. Paganini patted Ye Mingxuan's shoulder. Look at him encouragingly.

"Mr. Ye Mingxuan, will you be engaged in music-related work full-time in the future?" a foreign media asked first.

Ye Mingxuan glanced at this media and was slightly disliked, but he still said with a pleasant face: "My job is to be an actor, thank you." ”

"Mr. Ye..."

"Mr. Ye Mingxuan..."