The cello exudes a mood of melancholy, mournful and melancholy, like a cry, and Robert and Boris and others not only frown, they have rarely heard of anyone who can play the cello with such an effect; If they have heard the Chinese folk orchestra play, I am afraid that they will think of the erhu for the first time, because what Shen Long now expresses with the cello is the loneliness and melancholy of the erhu.

Guo Yan depicts the silence of the moonlit night and the longevity of the Silk Road with gourd silk, and the ensemble of the two makes this piece have a profound atmosphere of oriental music culture, which is not found in Western classical music.

The three-minute piece ended quickly, the scene was silent, the audience didn't react for a long time, Guo Yan couldn't help but be a little nervous, while Shen Long was calm, after all, it will take a little time for them to digest this new way of music, but the charm of music is the same, I believe they can feel the charm of this song.

Sure enough, Boris's applause was the first to sound, he had been exposed to Chinese folk music a little before, and it was faster to digest it, and then Robert and other wandering artists followed, they were professionals who could appreciate the subtlety of this piece, and finally those audiences, who were also fascinated by this piece.

"I never thought that the cello could perform like this, nor did I think that I could match the cello with this ..... this instrument." Boris said excitedly, he really couldn't name the name of Hulusi, which was very tongue-twisting to him.

"A perfect blend of two different musical cultures from the East and the West, Wang, did you also write this piece by a composer from your country?" Robert asked impatiently.

"I wrote it a few days ago, and I found that even if I go to the United States, my music will never be able to escape the influence of Chinese culture for the rest of my life; Musicians, especially composers, cannot escape their own way of thinking and mother tongue, which is both my limitation and my reliance. Shen Long sighed.

Boris and Robert nodded silently, and Shen Long's words also spoke to their hearts, Boris remembered the traditional Bulgarian musical instrument Pandora, and the famous Rhodope mountain song; Robert, on the other hand, remembered the Irish bagpipes and Celtic folk music; The other street artists also remembered the instruments and tunes of their hometown, and yes, these were the big music they heard and engraved in their bones for the rest of their lives.

"If you can combine your own music with classical music culture, you are already a real musician." Robert remembered what Shen Long had said before, he thought it was a joke at first, but at this moment, he felt that maybe one day he would actually be able to enter Carnegie Hall to perform.

However, it was so difficult, and if you wanted to get there, you had to have not only talent, but also someone to guide him, and he didn't know anyone in the American classical music scene, so it was so easy to get in.

"King, give us one more time! It's impossible to appreciate the charm of this piece just once. Boris's voice interrupted Robert's thoughts, and the others chimed in.

"Okay, let's do it again." Shen Long looked at Guo Yan with a smile, then nodded slightly, he picked up the bow, and Guo Yan put the gourd silk to his mouth and began to play it a second time.

Endless loneliness and sorrow, in the soothing and sad strings of the crying cello, slowly speaking, the music style is distant, sad but not sad, very in line with the restrained emotions of the Chinese.

The gourd silk plays a simple and delicate trill, and the soft and intoxicating trills illustrate the powerful expressiveness of this Yunnan folk instrument, which is used to express the exotic customs of the vast desert and the yellow sand of the desert under the moonlight, which is extremely harmonious; The audience also followed the music as if they were in the quiet and desolate moonlight, walking on the boundless Silk Road.

Good music knows no borders, and they can appreciate the charm of this piece, so after three minutes, the applause rang out again; Shen Long and Guo Yan looked at each other and smiled, and the first appearance of "Silk Road" was successful.

Although only the dozens of viewers in front of them witnessed their success, Shen Long was confident that over time, the number of viewers who witnessed their success would increase to hundreds, thousands, or even more......

When Guo Yan rested, Shen Long continued to play those classic pieces on the cello, and when Shen Long rested, Guo Yan began to play "Phoenix Tail Bamboo in the Moonlight", "Colorful Clouds Chasing the Moon", "Butterfly Spring" and other tunes with gourd silk.

When today's performance ended, the two of them made a good account, and Guo Yan seemed to earn a lot better than Shen Long, which made Guo Yan very happy, but also a little regretful, "Hey, how good do you think it would be if I studied folk music back then?" ”

"This is not necessarily, this is the United States after all, pure folk music can only make them feel fresh occasionally, and it is estimated that it will not work after a long time, if you want to mix in the American music industry, pure folk music and all learning from the West will not work, and you have to combine the music culture of the East and the West like "Silk Road". Shen Long was very sober.

"You have a point, but I'm afraid it's difficult, right?" Guo Yan also understood, but still had concerns.

"Why isn't it difficult? No matter how hard it is, you have to do it. Shen Long buried his head and continued to write and draw on the blank stave paper, since "Silk Road" has been successful, then it means that this road is right, and what work should be copied next?

Guo Yan saw it in his eyes, didn't make a sound to disturb Shen Long, and went out lightly to pour Shen Long a cup of tea and put it on his desk......

During the day, he performed at Lincoln Center, and at night he returned home to practice, pondering new tunes by the way, and time passed unconsciously; When Shen Long and Guo Yan returned to Lincoln Center for the Arts that day, they saw a new poster at the entrance of Carnegie Hall, and another performance would be performed here.

Of course they wanted to go in and see it, but considering the price of a concert here, they had to laugh and walk to the venue, which they were reluctant to spend.

The sound of a weeping cello resounded at the Lincoln Center, and then a passer-by with a cello on his back suddenly stopped and looked at Shen Long and them.

"YO-YO, what's wrong with you? The rehearsal will begin in half an hour. The man next to him asked.

"Wait, there's still time, his playing is interesting, I want to go over and see it." The man with the cello on his back said, and then walked quickly towards Shen Long, his friend frowned, looked at his watch, shook his head, and quickly picked up to keep up.

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