When everyone was slandering Lin Yi's erhu skills in their hearts, Lin Yi was in the process of studying and comprehending, although it was only a moment, although the first note was very broken, but it was just the first attempt.

He trusts Moyin very much, and he also trusts Liang Shanbo's Erhu Quick Method.

The next second, he put the bow on the strings again, his arm gently pulled, and his body tilted slightly.

A gentle and smooth note floated in, and now everyone closed their eyes again, although there was no accompaniment, but the small note just now was immersive.

Sun Lao's face in the first row changed slightly, and he couldn't help but prick up his ears.

The erhu tune, without any accompaniment, was a little flat at first, but with Lin Yi's fast plucking of his right hand, the notes were like elves jumping up and down quickly.

In the next second, the erhu tune that Lin Yi pulled out suddenly rose, and its sound was like thousands of waves, torrenting down.

"Is this the famous erhu horse he pulled?"

"No, it's a lot faster. ”

"Wow, I can't control my heartbeat!"

Lin Yi pulled faster and faster, he had entered a state of uncontrollable control, and his hands seemed to be controlled by some force.

This feeling is wonderful and special, and when the erhu performance reaches the third stage, Lin Yi suddenly stops, and the intense and rapid notes come to an abrupt end.

Everyone's heartbeats seemed to hang in mid-air with the paused notes.

The notes seem to have some kind of magic power, and they can even connect people's heartbeats together, this feeling even Sun Lao has felt, if it weren't for his extremely high musical attainments, if it weren't for his efforts to restrain himself, his heartbeat would probably fluctuate with this strange note.

At the moment when everyone was surprised, the bow in Lin Yi's hand hit the strings again, and he pulled back and forth from side to side.

A melodious and mysterious note is transmitted, and its sound makes people feel like a spring breeze, as if they are in the blue sea and blue sky, and the heart is in a leisurely world.

The dew drenched the bluestone slabs in the forest, the breeze swept through the air, and the tiny insects in the pine forest came one after another.

Leisurely away, suddenly there was a burst of fierce notes, as if the wind and clouds were surging, and the sky and the earth changed color.

The cold and icy cold wind violently knocked on the window of the departing people, and the peasants were working against the cold wind in the vast and flat ten thousand acres of fertile fields, and the white snow as white as silver came in an instant, and the whole earth was empty.

"It's so strange, listening to his erhu voice, how do I feel that my heart has gone through the four seasons of the year. ”

"I've never heard music like this, it'...... Damn, his notes reminded me of my first love. ”

"I'm in the same strange mood as you, like a fire for a while, like a basin of cold water for a while, and now ...... Now I feel like my heart is about to fly. ”

Lin Yi's notes rose again, the speed increased again, and all the people in the entire performance hall seemed to be enchanted, their eyes widened, their mouths widened, and those foodies with snacks in their hands, and their hands holding French fries couldn't help but hang in the air, as if the whole world had stopped.

"Xuanyuan, this is Xuanyuan's three-stage ......" Sun Lao, who had been immersed for a long time, opened his mouth wide, and he finally heard the song played by the young man on the stage at this moment.

This Xuanyuan three paragraphs are said to be composed by Emperor Xuanyuan in ancient times, the song records the life of Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor, not only the life of the exiled tribe, but also the war song of the Quartet, and the comfortable emotional life after becoming the emperor.

It's just that there are only records in history about the three sections of Xuanyuan, and there are only a few melodies that survive in the world.

At the same time, Sun Lao couldn't help but suddenly realize, no wonder there is no accompaniment, such a long-lost Xuanyuan three sections, where to find accompaniment.

He ...... Who the hell is he?" Xu Qiang in the third row covered his ears, because the music of the man on the stage made him unable to control himself for a while.

The strings are running non-stop, like the sunset of the long river, and like the flooding of the Yellow River, as if there is a trace of uncontrollable momentum.

Right now!

"Boom!"

Everyone paused, and the atmosphere returned to normal in an instant.

The erhu in Lin Yi's hand broke the string and pulled violently, and now this erhu can't hold on.

Everyone felt sorry, and everyone had a sense of loss.

Although the erhu sound of this person on the stage stirred their hearts, it was still broken after all.

Good things often have regrets!

Just when the big guy was stunned and regretful, suddenly a hoarse note sounded again.

One string, only one string.

And the person on the stage is actually playing that string at the moment.

After a few seconds of dullness, a whining sound is released on the monochord, and then the notes plateau.

Once again, everyone's hearts were swept away by this monotonous but deep note.

"Duxian exercise! He is playing a one-string exercise!" Sun Lao finally couldn't help but shout, his face was excited and he was in an excited mood.

After the second small climax, the single string note decreases abruptly, and its voice is whining, like a complaint, like a cry, like a complaint, and the aftermath is like a wisp.

Everyone's hearts condensed into a cloud of melancholy, and this note full of sorrow was like the severe frost in the cold winter moon, which emptied the residual warmth in people's hearts.

The sadness is overwhelming, and many people have shed tears because of this sad note, this is the magic of magical music, and this is the charm of legendary Chinese music. 、

Sun Lao's eyes were also moist, compared to these people who were infected with tears because of the charm of the music itself, Sun Lao's tears were shed for the hardships of the entire Chinese Chinese music.

For hundreds of years, Chinese music has not been taken seriously, and now everyone in this society is drunk with money, and everyone is either listening to pop songs or learning foreign musical instruments.

Only the Chinese music that has been inherited for thousands of years is rarely cared about, which is the tragedy of the times, and it is also the deep pain in the hearts of these Chinese music people.

Now, at such a welcome party, in such a small performance hall, he saw a young man who showed the true charm of Chinese music.

Although the road of promoting the art of Chinese music is very difficult, it is here today, and he really sees hope.

After a few minutes, the strings enter the last measure, not like the high of the beginning of the section, nor like the sorrow of the interruption, but with a faint sadness.

Eventually, the music slowed and weakened, the timbre became more and more ethereal, and it felt more and more distant, like a boat disappearing on a calm lake overnight.

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