As soon as the voice sounded, the crowd turned their heads.

Downstairs, a woman came down, followed by several bodyguards. This woman was about forty years old, but her eyes were staring at Lin Zhan extremely coldly at this time.

……

"She is Miss Jiang's master, the top guzheng music master, Yang Huanrong."

"That's right, in the music industry, Master Yang's music score has been sold for a sky-high price of 20 million."

"This person is amazing!"

Seeing this woman coming down, there were people around who made frequent noises.

Yang Huanrong, a top guzheng music master, has a score every year, and each song can be sold at a very high price.

And this drunkenness is modified by her.

"Teacher."

Jiang Xiaxue saw Yang Huanrong coming down, and shouted when she opened her mouth.

And Fang Biru also smiled at Yang Huanrong, which was regarded as a hello.

This Yang Huanrong is angry.

In this world, everyone is touting her.

But I didn't expect that today, there would be an ignorant person who came to smash her signboard. How could she let this move?

"Boy, you say that I have no name, then do you know that my music score has been sold for 20 million. And you, who are you to say that I am vain? When Yang Huanrong came to Lin Zhan, he said coldly.

Fang Biru saw that things were getting bigger, so she first gave Lin Zhan a roll of her eyes.

Then, Fang Biru said: "Teacher Yang, my friend doesn't know how to do it, he is talking nonsense, don't be angry, I'll let him leave." ”

Fang Biru hurriedly glanced at Lin Zhan.

Yang Huanrong snorted coldly and shouted: "A guy who doesn't understand bullshit, he is arrogant. How can someone like you enter the art world? Today, if you don't give me an explanation, you don't want to leave here. ”

"Master, this is a bar." Lin Zhan was amused for a while.

Guzheng, which has been passed down since ancient times, is an art.

But this art has changed in today's society.

And how many people come here to pursue art itself?

Lin Zhan is considered to be alone, but there is probably no one present, including Fang Biru.

Seeing Yang Huanrong's words, Lin Zhan replied: "Presumably, this drunkenness also made Teacher Yang make a lot of money, right?" Dare to ask Mr. Yang, have you ever heard of the real drunkenness? ”

"Fart, in today's world, the score of drunkenness is not complete now. Don't say it's me, there is no one in Huaxia who has heard of the real drunkenness. Yang Huanrong said.

Hearing this, Lin Zhan sat down and poured himself a cup of tea.

In fact.

The real drunkenness has long been handed down, and the original score has appeared on the Internet.

It's just that a master like Yang Huanrong said it was fake. Their purpose is to perfect themselves and get drunk, so as to sell them at sky-high prices.

In fact.

The real drunkenness is said to be fake, and the fake is sought after by everyone.

Lin Zhan was originally unintentional today, but seeing Yang Huanrong say this, Lin Zhan said: "Since this Teacher Yang is so sure that this drunken person is extinct, then today, I will slap you in the face, which can be regarded as continuing to pass on the country's intangible cultural heritage." Fang Biru, come over for a moment. ”

Fang Biru was stunned.

But he still came to Lin Zhan.

"What's wrong?" Fang Biru asked.

Lin Zhan looked at Yang Huanrong and said, "Teacher Yang, I see that you are too high-minded, spending the money you earn from piracy, and scolding the genuine version for being a fake." So today I'm going to tell you what it really is. You can ask your apprentice Jiang Xiaxue to stroke the qin, and play your adaptation and sales to a sky-high price again. And I, today, let Fang Biru use my music score to play the piano with her. ”

And as soon as this word fell.

Everyone in the audience couldn't help but be amazed.

You must know that Jiang Xiaxue is the person who is painful to Guzheng in the real sense.

And Fang Biru can only be said to be an amateur. Although she played well, she couldn't compare to Jiang Xiaxue.

……

"Lin Zhan, you're crazy, I'm not very proficient in the guzheng at all, how can I compare Xia Xue?" Fang Biru pulled on Lin Zhan's clothes.

Lin Zhan smiled without saying a word, walked over and brought pen and paper, and re-sketched the score.

Yang Huanrong swore to death today without hitting Lin Zhan's face.

At that moment, Yang Huanrong said: "If you lose today, I want you to kneel down and apologize to me, and slap yourself twenty times before I can leave here." ”

"If you lose, the same is true."

After Lin Zhan finished speaking, he handed over the outlined score to Fang Biru.

As for himself, he sat down and took a sip of tea.

"Lin Zhan, I ......" Fang Biru was embarrassed for a while, looking at Lin Zhan.

"I believe in you. You lose, I slap myself. Lin Zhan replied.

Fang Biru pursed her lips.

This is a matter of dignity and face for Lin Zhan.

She stopped talking and looked down at the score that Lin Zhan had given her.

At this time, Yang Huanrong said: "Xia Xue, go play." Everyone, listen up, for the sake of fairness, wait for everyone, all anonymously rate the two of them. Just write the name of the person you think played well on the slip of paper. ”

Everyone sat down again.

Jiang Xiaxue stepped forward and began to stroke the qin.

Jiang Xiaxue's drunkenness, many people have already heard of it. Playing it again at this time, although it is still so pleasant, many people don't understand it, this song is expressing a story.

A song lasts about three minutes. Three minutes later, Jiang Xiaxue finished playing and walked down.

"Biru, it's your turn." Jiangxia Snow Road.

Fang Biru nodded, picked up the score, turned her head, and looked at Lin Zhan again.

Lin Zhan smiled at her and said, "I heard that you are a genius and can play and sing." And getting drunk from others itself needs to be sung and emotional. Only when you put in your own money and play the music will it be rich and mellow, and you can appreciate it both elegantly and vulgarly. ”

"Hmm."

Fang Biru hummed, and then walked up.

Take a deep breath.

Fang Biru sat down in front of the zither, her slender fingers painted with bright red nail polish gently caressing the strings.

Everyone sat down and listened more attentively to Fang Biru's playing.

Fang Biru, it's on.

In her mouth, she first hummed softly along with the tune, then stroked her fingers, and began to play according to the style of the score.

Every note, she grasped it perfectly.

The piano sounded, and everyone calmed down and listened attentively.

Then, Fang Biru hummed softly from the beginning, and in the end, she actually sang. Her singing skills are praised by everyone, and the expressions on her face are also extremely rich.

The song fell, and all of a sudden, it plunged everyone into a sad atmosphere.

This song is like a parting, and it is like a cry of despair in the heart.

As the saying goes, last night's dream suddenly returned home, and there was no word for each other, only a thousand tears!

The piano stroking, the melody hit, and in the low melody, Fang Biru seemed to be substituted into it. Unconsciously, she was also attracted by this story, and even, her eyes began to redden, and Fuqin became more and more calm.

She sings in a low voice. A tune, a song, a song, a story.

Playing and singing, before she knew it, Fang Biru had shed tears.

Everyone present was attracted by this low melody, and everyone couldn't help but be low, as if they were listening to a poignant love story.

The man returned, but the Yiren was not there.

Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation.

Gradually, everyone was immersed in this story, including Fang Biru herself.

And Jiang Xiaxue couldn't help but feel sad, as if she was not listening to music, but a love story.

Sadness, pain, despair, vicissitudes and desolation.

It's a full four minutes.

Then, Fang Biru stood up and wiped the corners of her eyes, her gaze looked at Lin Zhan.

"Papapa~~!"

Applause rang out.

Everyone gave Fang Biru a round of applause.

And at this moment, Fang Biru's heart seemed to be rippling deeply, her eyes were shining, looking at Lin Zhan who was sitting there drinking tea.

……

I can't help but say it. Everyone began to write their names on slips of paper.

Jiang Xiaxue had fallen into a stupor, and Yang Huanrong's face was extremely bad.

"Fang Biru!"

"Fang Biru!"

"On this, all of them are Fang Biru. It seems that what Biru played just now has indeed entered everyone's hearts. Presumably, this is the real drunkenness! ”

A man took the note he had collected in his hand and opened his mouth to declare.

When the words fell, everyone looked at Yang Huanrong.

And at this moment, Yang Huanrong was completely stunned.

Even Jiang Xiaxue never thought that Fang Biru, whose piano skills were not as good as herself, would play such a substituting tune.

At this time, Lin Zhan stood up.

Glancing at everyone, Lin Zhan said: "In fact, what Fang Biru played just now was really drunk. In fact, drunkenness has always been handed down and collected by some people. It's just that professors like Yang Huanrong, in order to compose music and make money, they say that the real divorce is fake, which leads to the inability of my country's intangible cultural heritage to be handed down. And their purpose is to make money with the songs they adapt in the name of being drunk. ”

Lin Zhan's voice fell, and many people exclaimed.

Yang Huanrong is a master in this area and is sought after by many people.

But these words make people start to reflect.

"Yang Huanrong, am I right?" Lin Zhan looked at Yang Huanrong and said with a smile: "You experts from the Guzheng Composition Association have had a meeting to discuss it, right?" The real drunkenness can be searched on the Internet, and there are many people who fight with you in order to prove that the drunkenness is real. But you people are experts, ordinary people, and you can't fight experts, right? ”

Lin Zhan asked.

And Lin Zhan's words made Yang Huanrong tremble. "You...... You're spewing blood. ”

"Yes, I spew blood, but people are self-aware. At the same time, I also hope that intangible cultural heritage can be passed on in perpetuity, and not used by experts like you as a channel to make money. Lin Zhan said.

Yang Huanrong panicked.

At this moment, she found herself speechless.

Lin Zhan smiled and said again: "If there are experts like you in the country, it can be regarded as a disaster for the people. Okay, that's all for today, it's not too early, don't hit your face, and say goodbye. ”

Without stopping, Lin Zhan walked out under everyone's gaze.

Fang Biru hurriedly followed, she didn't expect that Lin Zhan, this guy, actually had this ability, which surprised her a lot.

……

Follow Lin Zhan away.

Suddenly, in the hall, a burst of angry scolding erupted.

"Yang Huanrong, get out, people like you, harm us guzheng lovers, after listening to so many years of fake drunkenness, you are simply not human."

"That's right, Yang Huanrong, damn, you've earned enough money. A drunken song sold tens of millions for you, get out. ”

"Don't get out of here!"

The crowd seemed to be crazy, and the fruits and meals on the table were thrown at Yang Huanrong one after another.

No matter how thick-skinned Yang Huanrong is, she can't stay at the moment, and she leaves in a gloomy manner.

And Lin Zhan and Fang Biru had just walked out, and Jiang Xiaxue chased them out.

"Sir, please stay!"

Jiang Xiaxue shouted.