Chapter Ninety-Eight: Yan Gexing

The four of them looked at each other.

Su 13 asked: "Yan Ge Xing"?"

"Otherwise?" Niu Thirteen threw his drumstick, and his mood was high.

Qi Thirteen smiled and said: "This is the first piece of music that the four of us wrote together, and it is also the music we are most satisfied with, at this time, why don't you take this out and keep it for the New Year?"

"So, old cow, come here. Mei 13 gave up her position and walked to the side, "My position is the edge OP." ”

Niu 13 didn't say a word, moved the lobby drum, and walked to the front of the camera.

It is also the middle of the live broadcast room.

"I'm also an edge OP. Qi Thirteen took the flute and drifted to the other side of Niu Thirteen, opposite Mei Thirteen.

Finally, there is Su XIII.

He saw that the three brothers were all in position, and he also smiled and went to the back of Niu Thirteen, and stood with the three brothers in a slightly flattened diamond shape.

As a hooligan in the musical instrument industry, a user of suona, Su 13 stood at the end although he was the captain.

There's a reason for that.

First, the shape of suona is not beautiful enough.

Second, when playing suona, the performer's demeanor is not elegant enough.

Third, the suona is a well-known rogue instrument in the musical instrument industry, which can rob the tunes of other instruments, but it is difficult for other instruments to disrupt its rhythm. So, its players don't need to show their faces in particular.

Therefore, despite being the captain, his appearance was not inferior to the other thirty-three, and Su thirteen was still arranged by the team to the end.

When they were standing, the fans who watched the live broadcast in the live broadcast room were already boiling.

Many of them are loyal fans of Zeng Hou and know a lot about Zeng Hou's "Yan Ge Xing".

"Yan Ge Xing" is the first piece of music composed by the Zeng Hou 43 Band a year later.

The music is written in the background of the famous poet Gao Shi of the Tang Dynasty, and uses the suona drum and bamboo flute erhu to create a piece of music that is extremely rich in the ambition and pride of young people.

In this music, the magnificence and courage of the suona, the vigor and excitement of the big drum, the far-reaching fearlessness of the bamboo flute, and the fierce urgency of the erhu are all fused together.

Although at the end of the piece, the ambition is full of sorrow and heroism, but after the final end, when I look back on this song, I will give birth to the generosity of moving forward without regrets, no matter what the result is and what the reality is.

This piece has participated in several online selections and is in the top five.

This is still the selection when Zeng Hou was not very popular.

If you change to the current situation and go to participate again, the first is hard to say, but the second and third are still no problem at all.

Under normal circumstances, Zeng Hou's forty-three would not easily take out "Yan Ge Xing" and play it.

Even if you attend any event, the probability that "Yan Ge Xing" will appear is as small as a few percent.

This is not because "Yan Ge Xing" is not good, but precisely because "Yan Ge Xing" is too good, so Zeng Hou's forty-three is so cherished and unwilling to take it out and play it easily.

At this time, when they took out "Yan Ge Xing", they obviously felt that the current situation was very important to them.

So as soon as they heard that Zeng Hou and they were going to play "Yan Gexing", they told the beginning and end of Yan Gexing on the screen with a barrage.

It's not even fun, and many people directly play the full poem solitaire of "Yan Ge Xing"-

[The smoke and dust of the Han family is in the northeast, and the Han will quit the family and break the thief. Men are self-respecting, and the Son of Heaven is very colorful. 】

[The golden felling drum is under the Yuguan, and the stone is between the stones. Captain Yushu flew to the Hanhai, and he was only in the Wolf Mountain by hunting fire. 】

[The mountains and rivers are depressed and the extreme border soil, and Hu rides with the wind and rain. The soldiers were half dead in front of the army, and the beauties were still singing and dancing. 】

[The desert is poor and the grass is stuffed in autumn, and the sunset in the lonely city is sparse. As a grace, he met the enemy with constant light, and he tried his best to close the mountain and did not solve the siege. 】

[The iron-clad man has worked hard for a long time, and the jade chopsticks should cry goodbye to the future. The young woman in the south of the city wants to break her bowels, and she recruits people to look back in the north of the thistle. 】

[The side courtyard is fluttering, and the boundless realm is even more vast. The murderous aura made a cloud at three o'clock, and the cold sound spread all night. 】

[Looking at the white blade blood, the festival of death has never been Gu Xun. You don't see the hardships of the battlefield, and you still remember General Li. 】

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Fans can't wait, Chen Qingfeng and them, the members of Zeng Hou's "jury", although they are not as eager and excited as fans, but judging from Zeng Hou's performance at forty-three, they also feel a different atmosphere.

They know that the four young people of Zeng Hou Forty-three, this time, the "Yan Ge Xing" to be played for everyone is absolutely extraordinary.

Because everyone knows very well in "Yan Ge Xing", Gao Shi's seven-word song line.

The whole article is the sound of a golden iron horse, and the place where the text is written, such as a jade chime ringing ball, round and wishful, cool and healthy.

It can be said to be the best in the song line.

So, I couldn't help but look forward to it.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

Zeng Hou Forty-three prepared for a while, and then began to play.

The first to sound was the hall drum of Niu Thirteen, which sounded heavy, from slow to urgent, and the rhythm became faster and faster.

In such a changing rhythm, one can't help but think that something big is about to happen.

Then the sound of the drum changed, and it shook the heavens and the earth, and then it slowed down again, but the strength of each sound increased, and the sound became heavier and heavier.

Then the suona sounded, there was no bass, it was all the way high.

The hearts of those who blow straight will be torn apart.

Then the erhu sounded, the dense rhythm, and the bowstring that flew away, making people breathless for a while.

At this time, the drum is still low, and at first glance it sounds like a concerto, but when you sink down, you will find that the drum sound has been walking with a high-pitched suona and a fierce erhu.

Gradually, the sound of suona became lower, the erhu sound was high, and the sound of the drum was still low.

And the erhu sound of the lone high is no longer as intense as before.

On the contrary, it is a little exotic, and a little relaxed.

It didn't take long for the bamboo flute of the thirteenth to finally sound.

With a loud sound, Qingyuan is endless, and under this sound, whether it is erhu or suona, or the big drum, all of them are suppressed.

It's a down, not a stop.

However, although the voice is lofty, it makes people feel melancholy, lonely and lonely and miss not seeing tomorrow, etc., all kinds of suppressed emotions fill the chest and heart with the sound of the flute.

The flute kept blowing, blowing all over Yan Zhao, blowing the whole Yan Zhao, a moon white and snowy, the wind was cold and sparse.

Then it gets lower.

At this time, the intensity of the erhu intensified again.

Among the bowstrings, there are golden iron horses, roaring and galloping.

Then the suona violently pressed down the erhu and made a strong sound again.

It seems that after the war, looking at Yan Zhao, there are beacons and wolves everywhere.

The whole land, the corpses are piled up on hills and mountains, and the blood flows down the rivers.

But the big drum is not stopped, after the suona gradually becomes lower, it is still sounding between heaven and earth.

It's like a war spirit that doesn't die.

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