Chapter Fifty-Eight: Lovers of Folk Music

Hearing that Zhao Lifeng was going to meet, Fu Yao was also happy in his heart, Zhao Lifeng must have come with a loose and lucrative contract this time.

This contract determines whether Fu Yao can easily take out his father's medical expenses.

"Yo, that's not bad, it seems that this shark fight is really moving." Fu Yao was in a good mood and said with a smile.

"That's right, when you come back and have time, let's talk about the conditions of this signing, and if there is nothing in the contract at that time, you have to mention it to them, and you have to try to fight for our interests." Li Manqing said with a smile.

The bamboo pole sent to the door, if you don't knock on it, it just so happens that Li Manqing and Fu Yao are both poor enough and just lack money.

"Okay, I'll go back in a while, or you can come down and take a stroll, it's a good day, I found something interesting in the little park below." Fu Yao said to Li Manqing.

"I won't go down, my body started to feel a little uncomfortable after taking a shower just now, I'd better lie down for a while." Li Manqing refused with a smile.

"Are you okay then? Let's go to the hospital and have a look, I'll call Li Tianming. Fu Yao heard that Li Manqing was not feeling well, and hurriedly said worriedly.

"I'm fine, it's not a disease, it's just not very comfortable, I'll be fine after lying down for a while." Li Manqing was made to laugh and cry by Fu Yao.

Only then did Fu Yao understand that Li Manqing was a relative, and he was relieved at the moment.

After hanging up the phone, Fu Yao continued to watch these people play musical instruments.

I watched it for more than an hour, and these people didn't cooperate together from beginning to end, they all played their own games, and some of them also had several musical instruments, so to speak, basically everyone knew more than two instruments, and it can be said that these people were very powerful.

Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer people learning national musical instruments, especially some unpopular instruments such as erhu and suona, such as xun or something, are about to be lost......

As for the pipa, guzheng or something, there has been a trend of popularity in the past few years, many people learn this way in order to be elegant, but many teachers in talent schools, in fact, can not play three or two songs to teach students, you can imagine what students can learn.

But in fact, Fu Yao is still a little disappointed today, among the classical instruments and national musical instruments, what chimes and gongs or something, Fu Yao didn't expect to see it here, but since he saw the guzheng, he didn't see the guqin but Fu Yao was a little disappointed.

In Fu Yao's eyes, the guqin is the king of strings of classical instruments.

There are really not many people who can play the guqin now, and it can be said that they are rare.

However, I haven't seen a guqin here, but I can't just say that these people don't have a guqin and don't know how to play a guqin, because the guqin, if it is made by hand, is quite expensive...... Not suitable for this kind of situation.

Seeing that the time was almost up, it was past four o'clock, Fu Yao stepped forward and accosted these people.

"Hey, excuse me, brothers and sisters, are we playing with folk music?" Fu Yao said to these people with a smile.

These people all glanced at Fu Yao, but none of them paid attention to him.

Fu Yao was a little embarrassed, what's the matter with these people, why don't they care about people?

Fu Yao thought for a while and said again: "I'm also a national music lover, can we communicate?" ”

This time, there was no one to even look at him.

Fu Yao only felt cold, as if there were thousands of shares of cold wind blowing, it was so embarrassing, there were still many people standing around him, he was slapped in the face like this, it was too ruthless......

Fu Yao's heart was like 10,000 grass and mud horses galloping past at this time, under such a sunny and warm clear sky, Fu Yao couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to turn in......

Staring at him with embarrassment, Fu Yao felt that he had to do something, or these guys didn't take themselves seriously.

In fact, Fu Yao can still understand some of these guys, because national music is gradually replaced by Western musical instruments, and its status is becoming weaker and weaker, and many pop music and mainstream music do not accept national classical music, so these people who play national music and classical music also look down on pop music more and more, they have their own arrogance, which is in their bones, in their blood, and is completely opposed to pop music.

This antagonism, like the antagonism between the proletariat and the bourgeoisie, is like two natural classes, is generally irreconcilable, and is an absolute contradiction.

Like Fu Yao, who came up and asked, in their eyes, he was a rookie who couldn't do anything, and it was a waste of energy to talk to him, so it was not surprising that they would ignore Fu Yao.

However, Fu Yao has his own methods.

He quickly returned to normal, then a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, glancing at the instruments placed around him, and then he moved.

Fu Yao walked directly to the only girl, there was a hole flute next to the girl, Fu Yao didn't ask everyone, just picked up the hole flute, put it in his mouth and blew it.

The fingers were rhythmic, the breath in the mouth was long, and a soft and elegant song floated out of the pipe.

Fu Yao played the Dong Xiao song "Partridge Flying", which is not in the world in this world, this song is a very popular flute repertoire in Fu Yao's original world, some are played by the Dong Xiao alone, and some are Xiao Se chorus, the song is melodious and euphemistic, clear and mellow, and extremely beautiful.

Fu Yao's action immediately attracted the attention of these guys, these seven people looked at Fu Yao's eyes at the moment, as if they were alive and dead, they didn't expect this guy they didn't pay attention to twice to be able to blow such a good flute, and this guy was obviously holding his breath.

After blowing a piece of dong flute, Fu Yao put down the dong flute, snatched the pipa from the girl's hand again, and then just stood in his arms and played with it.

There are two ways to play the pipa, one is to play with a pick, and the other is to play directly by hand, although the two methods are different, but the pick is also dispensable, depending on the situation.

The girl who was robbed of the pipa by Fu Yao stared at Fu Yao with a pair of wonderful eyes, and looked at Fu Yao with a stunned face, her originally delicate face seemed to have rubbed too much powder at the moment, and she couldn't see any expression.

Fu Yao showed a smug look on his face, glanced at these people, and then the ten fingers of his hands fluttered like flying, and a burst of music with a murderous aura sounded.

Hearing the pipa music played by Fu Yao, these people were instantly stunned, and their mouths were wide open, and they could stuff an egg, and even the onlookers couldn't help but applaud.

The expression on Fu Yao's face became more and more proud, and he looked at the eyes of these people with a little provocation.

For these people, you can't have a pleasant conversation with them without showing some real skills to calm them.