Chapter 540 When the bell rings, it's time to go home.

Regarding Wang Yaoxian's speech in Chinese and English, there was a discussion in the audience, and the host answered, "Mr. Wang Yao and his team's costumes are really unique, can you give us a brief introduction? It looks like your ancient costumes." ”

"It may take a long time to introduce them one by one, this is our national costume, I call it a Chinese costume, and there are many types, this time we are not wearing ordinary performance clothes, but our Chinese dresses. Wang Yao smiled and joked and said, "Because tuxedos and dresses are too expensive, I am reluctant to buy them." ”

The audience burst into laughter.

"The billion-dollar box office director said that he was poor, probably to mock me. The host is very sophisticated and self-deprecating, "But Mr. Wang Yao, your dresses are the same as your nation, they seem to be very united, from my point of view, it's like the beautiful painting style of your movie, ink, right?"

"Then I would like to thank my designers, Song Qianqian and Miss Shen Huixin, who have a pair of skillful hands and use a silver needle to do things that are difficult to do with a brush. Wang Yao said with a smile.

"Embroidery and ink, both of which are arts brought from the mysterious East. The host laughed, "But what is this row of huge bronzes for?"

"It's a musical instrument. Wang Yao said with a smile.

"Such a big instrument?" the host said in surprise, "I know from the weight that the cost is not low, and it must be very painful to knock." ”

"It's really painful, this set costs more than 600,000 US dollars, but fortunately, it can be kept for a long time. Wang Yao said with a smile, "A set of chimes was unearthed in our country before, which was more than 2,600 years ago, and it was also sounded in Xiangjiang three years ago. ”

"More than 2,600 years ago? The host looked incredulous.

Wang Yao chatted with the host on stage in the order of rehearsal, because it would take a long time.

The audience listened with relish and talked to each other, firstly, Wang Yao spoke very well and interestingly, and secondly, they were very unfamiliar with this information, but they were very interested.

"Hmph, what a yellow-skinned monkey who likes to brag. Charles looked at Wang Yao on the stage with a gloomy face and sneered.

Hodder turned his head to look at him, "Then prove it." ”

"Don't worry, teacher, I'll make him lose face in front of everyone. Charles' face was gloomy.

"These big guys are unbelievably beautiful, and every pattern on them makes me feel magical. After touching the chimes, the host sighed, "But I'm more curious about what kind of performances they can bring, if not too expensive, I'd really like to collect a set." ”

"If it's not too expensive, I'll give you a set, but if you come to customize, I can give you a discount. Wang Yao said with a smile.

"Hopefully I'll have a chance to make that much money, okay, without further ado, let's use great music to unravel tonight's gala. ”

After speaking, the host stepped aside, Wang Yao gave Luo Jin a look, Luo Jin nodded, and gently plucked the strings.

The unique sound of the guqin came out of the impression, and everyone couldn't help frowning, because the sound was too strange, but the sound of the chime that rang immediately made everyone unconsciously relax their bodies, and at the same time the body had a layer of goosebumps.

Then, just like the judges' performances in yesterday's rehearsal, all the audience was attracted by the sound of these instruments and the stories depicted by the music, and their hearts were restless with the guzheng and Yang, trembling with the pipa and horse-head qin, and lonely with the sound of the Qiang flute and xun.

Especially at the most exciting moment of the movement, Wang Yao sat cross-legged in the center of the stage, opening the piano with the piano behind him and placing it on his legs.

This piano is the famous piano 'Jiaowei' brought out of the system, which is the qin of the famous musician Cai Yong of the Eastern Han Dynasty, that is, the father of the famous beauty Cai Wenji of the Three Kingdoms. Based on the length and shape of the wood, he made a lyre, which is famous for its pleasant sound and unique method.

Later, when Cai Wenji was in exile in the Xiongnu, this Jiao tail followed her to sit down the famous song "Hu Ji Eighteen Beats" into the Hu Ji and Turkic music, and Jiaowei's unique timbre reflected each other, seeing the grievances in the song and the passion of the piano sound, Cai Wenji did "Hu Ji Eighteen Beats" to express that she missed her hometown very much, when Cao Cao sent someone to pick her up back to the mainland, she had to leave her two children, and the joy of returning to her hometown was drowned by the pain of parting, and the mood was very contradictory.

Wang Yao's plucking of the strings cuts the entire movement directly, turning the ensemble into a solo, with only the chimes gently combined.

At this time, the audience's attention shifted to Wang Yao, as well as the guqin he plucked, the special sound made them a little uncomfortable, but this discomfort made them very curious, and even gradually unconsciously integrated into the sound of the piano, until a girl in red pulled out a sword from under Wang Yao's piano, making everyone exclaim again.

It was a sword inlaid with rubies, which was particularly dazzling under the illumination of the spotlights, and matched the clothes on her body very well, under the backdrop of Wang Yao, the girl in red stepped on the piano to show a unique sword dance, the difficult movements and soft dancing instantly conquered all the men present, especially the phoenix feather embroidery on the skirt every fluttering, as if to make the phoenix embroidered on her dress come alive, her hands and long sword are the wings of the phoenix.

"Do you say that you have no clothes? Wang Yuxingshi, repair my spear, and have the same enmity with the son!

How can you say that you have no clothes? Wang Yuxingshi, repair my spear halberd, and work with my son!

Do you say that you have no clothes, and you are clothed with the Son. Wang Yuxingshi, repair my armor soldiers, and go with my son!"

Wang Yao's special pronunciation was transmitted in all directions with the sound of the piano and the sword dance, although no one could understand what he was saying, even the Chinese present could not understand his pronunciation, but they could feel a sense of excitement from this chant, like a spell of chicken blood, which made people inexplicably excited.

When Wang Yao plucked the last string, Mo Ke slid towards Wang Yao from the other side of the stage with a sharp sword in his hand, the long sword in his hand flashed with scarlet light, as if he was going to assassinate Wang Yao, and many audience members were already frightened to wake up from the previous shock and scream.

Until the sword was inserted straight into Jiaoweiqin, Mo Ke also used this momentum to replace Jiaowei and lay in Wang Yao's arms, like lovers who had been reunited for a long time snuggling up to each other.

The chimes that had been serving as a backdrop suddenly began to play again, and the music was so loud that it drew the panicked hearts of the audience back into the past.

The largest of them was finally struck, and the real sound was like a bell, transmitted with the breath of antiquity.

Wang Yao pulled Mo Ke to stand up, handed over the Jiaowei in his arms to Mo Ke, took two steps forward, looked up at the main camera slightly, and said loudly.

"The bell is the boast of the lights of the past prosperity of China, but also the song that announces the end of the war, and it is the eternal promise of the descendants of Yan and Huang, although modern China has experienced a hundred years of wind and frost, but the memory buried in the blood of the descendants of Yan and Huang cannot be erased, because the people of the past will miss their motherland and homeland in their hearts, and their proud civilization will be pinned on the nostalgia at the ends of the world. ”

"Motherland, here, when the bell rings, it's time to go home. After Wang Yao finished speaking, he bowed down, and the images embroidered on the two sleeved robes were completely presented in front of the camera, which was a complete area sewn with gold thread, and the golden light was shining at the moment.

The members of the orchestra also put down their instruments and stood up, learning Wang Yao's movements, and the same patterns were on their sleeves.

The aftermath of the last bell faded away, and although the audience didn't know what Wang Yao said, they deserved to applaud this wonderful musical-like performance.

Thunderous applause.

Wang Yao's solo program was added on an improvised basis after yesterday's period of Charles's discrimination against the yellow race, which is a common phenomenon in foreign lands, especially in the territory of the white race, where there is a strong sense of superiority.

Wang Yao hopes to use this performance to tell more Chinese compatriots that the motherland is becoming stronger and stronger, and wanderers who go out can choose to go home if they are wronged outside.

This is a piano piece adapted from the opera "The Phoenix Returns to the Nest", with a sad melody and a feeling of looking forward to the return of the deceased.

This was written by him last night, Mo Ke's sword dance was also temporarily modified, for which Mo Ke practiced with him until more than three o'clock in the morning before it ended, the piano music is accompanied by the sword dance, presenting the audience with a sense of picture and auditory synchronization of the sense of pouring, which is easy to resonate, especially the last recitation, I believe it can make many compatriots feel warm and excited.

In the past, they were uprooted from their homeland because of the war and life, like rootless duckweed, suffering from the colored glasses of aliens, and living a difficult life, but now, their homeland has the ability to summon wandering wanderers to return to their homeland.

On the world stage, Chinese Chinese music has finally taken its first step.

And the compatriots who emigrated overseas for various reasons were finally able to embark on the journey back home.

When the bell rings, it's time to go home.

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