"Mr. Wang, you played very well, very meaningful, much better than me, can you tell me what the song you played just now is called. O'Dell said to Wang Xia with admiration, she really admires Wang Xia, she can only make everyone vaguely feel a certain emotion when she plays the violin, and Wang Xia directly pulls out a scene and renders the picture, which she can't do.

Everyone was also curious about what kind of tune Wang Xia had just played, especially the people from the Institute of Chinese Music, who were all committed to folk music, but they had never heard this tune.

"It's called 'Horse Racing,'" Wang Xia replied.

Horse racing is very in line with the scene described in the song, people who didn't pay much attention to folk music and erhu before, now they have the idea of wanting to know more about erhu, why haven't they heard this song before, if they have heard it early, then it is possible to learn to play erhu because they are interested.

"Wang Xia, where did you find this song, or from which ancient book. Wei Jialong asked Wang Xia a little eagerly, he only thought that Wang Xia saw this song from which ancient book, after all, it was impossible to make it out of nothing.

Hmm? Many people in the crowd were a little puzzled, as an erhu master, Wei Jialong had never heard of this horse race?

"Teacher Wei, this piece was taught to me by a master on a dark and windy night in the year before the year, don't ask me who that master is, because I don't know either, he only handed me this piece and left, and now I don't know where his old man is now, and I don't know who his surname is. Wang Xia blinked his eyes and said with an innocent expression, he didn't dare to say that he created it nonsense about the famous song, this thing belongs to everyone, so he made up a lame reason to come out, anyway, he pushed things away, and everyone had to believe it or not.

Wei Jialong opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say, Wang Xia pushed all the questions in advance, and what could he say and ask.

Hearing Wang Xia's answer, Wu Yue looked envious, jealous and hateful, why he had never met any masters, Wang Xia met two of them as soon as he touched them, one taught a hundred birds and a phoenix, and the other taught horse racing, all of these masters can see that Wang Xia's talent is awe-inspiring and a good material for learning music.

"China is really a magical country, I originally thought that Chinese classical instruments were not as developed as our Western instruments, but I think I was wrong, and here I want to apologize to Chinese classical instruments. O'Dell said with a serious expression, she was really shocked by the horse race.

"Princess Odell, there are many well-known tunes in our country, and although horse racing is good, there are better tunes than it. The handsome blonde man said to Odell.

"That's right, a horse race alone can rewrite the backwardness of Chinese musical instruments? The previous Saxoah said with a disdainful face, although he was also shocked by horse racing, but in his heart, Chinese folk music still did not enter the stream.

"What are these two gringos talking about?" they murmured. An English student asked the person next to him.

"Oh, they say that our Chinese folk music is weak and does not enter the stream, Made, dare to say that our folk music does not enter the stream, and we are dead and dead. "This is a man who is a fan of the horse racing circle.

At this moment, they stand on the side of folk music without hesitation, but there are also many people who still feel that folk music is just a good song, and it is impossible to shake the status of Western instruments in their hearts.

"Stupid, our Greater China has a history of 5,000 years, and most of the inheritance of our ancestors has been lost in the long river of history, leaving only a small inheritance, but even this little inheritance is not something that you can deny. Wu Yue spoke fluent English and said indifferently to the saxophone man.

"If you don't accept me, I'll communicate again" The blonde man said with a little disdain in his eyes, the cool guitar in his hand was almost blinding, and it looked like a first-class product.

"Come and come, who is afraid of whom" A young man holding a pipa at the Chinese Music Research Institute strode up, telling the truth, pipa is generally only learned by female comrades, and there are very few male comrades who learn pipa.

"Well, it's not too early, let's have one last ensemble. Wei Jialong stopped the young man from the Chinese Music Research Institute, the time is not early, the Great Hall has reached the time to prohibit playing, and the ink will not be finished for three days and three nights.

"Teacher Wei is right, it's not too early, let's play another song in the end, Princess Odell, what do you say. Wang Xia said to O'Dele.

O'Dell nodded, and at this moment, a rather grand Chinese and Western ensemble was about to be staged, and the eyes of the two parties were like sparks, everyone was holding their instruments, and an invisible gunsmoke officially opened.

All the melon-eating people in the Great Hall were excited, and the main event began, and what kind of sparks could be produced by Chinese and Western musical instruments, I was really looking forward to it.

Wei Jialong looked at his erhu with a solemn expression, this erhu has been with him for a long time, and he has long regarded the erhu as a relative, just like the ancient swordsman loved the sword as his life. I saw Wei Jialong's right hand slowly pulling the orchestra of the erhu, and the people of the Chinese Music Research Institute started an ensemble around the music played by Wei Jialong, and Wei Jialong seemed to be the commander of the three armies, leading them into battle to kill the enemy.

And the crooked nut side also started an ensemble with Audair as the center, the ensemble sound of the two parties collided together, the expressions of the others were a little sluggish, and the ensemble of a group of musical instruments, this scene was quite shocking.

On the side of the Chinese Music Research Institute, there is a person who watches the collision of the two parties like an audience, this person is Wang Xia, it's not that he doesn't want to join the side of the Chinese Music Research Institute, but he doesn't know the music of the world, how to join the ensemble, so he can only watch it as a melon-eating crowd.

"Hey, why didn't Wang Da move again, is he going to make a name for himself? Everyone saw that Wang Xia was still unmoved, and they were very curious.

Wu Yue also looked at Wang Xia curiously, he was the second soy sauce player besides Wang Xia, he didn't know much folk music, so he could only watch it greedily, but Wang Xia was different, he was proficient in suona and erhu, why didn't he move anymore.

Gradually, the prestige of the Chinese Music Research Institute gradually weakened, although there is Wei Jialong, the coach and Gu Xueliang, the general, but the other people's level is average, such as how a king and a platinum fly with a group of bronzes.

The momentum of Western musical instruments is like a rainbow, and the sound of guitars, saxophones, etc., seems to have a murderous aura, becoming solemn.

"Well, how do I feel that the momentum of our folk music side seems to have declined, showing a sense of twilight. ”

"It's not like, but it's declining, just Teacher Wei Jialong and Gu Xueliang can't do it, the others are a little worse, and Wang Da didn't join it, the recession is inevitable. ”

Just when the momentum of the Chinese Music Research Institute weakened to the extreme, Wang Xia wanted to save it, so he re-pulled up the erhu, and suddenly, there was a momentum of Jin Ge Iron Horse in the field, and a kind of gunpowder smoke rolling, the wind was dashing, the soldiers were waving, and the galloping of thousands of horses came to his face......

(End of chapter)