The high-pitched suona is like a mournful roar.

The strong emotional rendering of suona magnifies the mourning in the melody to the extreme.

The sound of suona felt as if it had brought people to the mourning hall.

The reporters and others at the scene were all stunned.

This suona ......

Sounds like mourning.

Minle died, everyone cried for me and gave him a ride.

The sentence just said at the end of the week, everyone finally understood what it meant.

This guy is going to cry for the folk music of China.

A song "Crying Spirit" is the last eulogy for Chinese folk music at the end of the weekend.

The power of this song has already been reflected once at the funeral of Master Lu's father, and now this song is played again this weekend, and the power is even higher.

"Woo woo, dead memories, why did they suddenly start attacking me, why did I suddenly think of my dead grandfather."

"Grandpa, when your grandson is not filial, you left before you started to be filial, why did you leave so early, and you only lived to be more than ninety years old."

A reporter, listening to the sorrowful suona of "Crying Spirit" to the extreme, unconsciously appeared in his mind.

When his grandfather was buried, he couldn't go back because of work, and when he heard the suona on the weekend, he couldn't help crying on the spot.

His crying soon spread to others.

The people present are all adults, and there are always a few memories in their hearts that are worth crying for.

"Woo, when I heard this suona sound, why did I suddenly want to cry to my ex-boyfriend so much? Forget it, just practice in advance. ”

"It hurts, it hurts!"

"Grandpa, I didn't go back to worship during Qingming this year, and today my grandson is here to cry for you again~"

"Woo woo, I don't know why I'm crying, but everyone else is crying, if I don't cry, will I be out of place?"

"Master Zhou, quickly put away your supernatural powers, where is this suona, I'm afraid it's not a magic weapon!"

For a while, the scene suddenly cried and shook the sky, and the scene was so lively.

The hotel manager stood in the lobby, looking at the strange scene outside, and couldn't help but ask.

"Whose relatives are dead outside? Why are you crying so sadly? ”

"I don't know, it seems that a person named Mingyue died~"

The hotel manager and security guards, although they know that this group of people crying so loudly outside will affect the business, but it is not good to go up and pull people at this time, and no one is allowed to cry.

It's not illegal to cry, is it?

"This suona master has a bit of ability, I want to cry when I listen to this suona."

"This is 2,000 yuan, after the others disperse, I will quietly stuff it to the suona master and ask him to help go to the door of the hotel next door to us to blow a section~"

The hotel manager thought about it, took out two thousand yuan from his pocket, and said badly.

After stuffing the money, the manager took out a few hundred yuan and handed it to the security guard, adding: "Find a few more professional ones, crying louder." ”

At the same time, the weekend song "Crying Spirit" was finally blown out.

The moment the suona sound stopped, the crying also stopped abruptly.

The reporters at the scene looked at each other for a while, and no one was embarrassed to mention what had just happened.

"Well, what about the weekenders?"

There was a quick response, and when he saw that there was only one back left after the weekend, he hurriedly shouted in his direction: "Weekend, you haven't said what this song is called?" ”

"Weeping Spirit!"

When the voice came, the back of the weekend just disappeared from everyone's sight.

Crying Spirit?

Hearing the name of the song, the reporters were already playing the draft in their minds.

[Shocked!! Chinese folk music is dead, and the weekend live folk music "Crying and Mourning". 】

[Art is not riding on the heads of the masses, but should bend down to be cattle and horses for the masses, this is the cry of folk music on the weekend~]

[Isn't the lower riba people folk music? Let's take a look at what the weekend has to say! 】

[Is it time for folk music to reflect? 】

In the afternoon of the same day, the weekend interview, after careful proofreading by the reporters, was uploaded online.

Netizens angrily sprayed on the spot after watching the weekend that Minle was dead, and there was something to burn paper, and that remark simply reached the hearts of netizens.

"The folk music is dead, there is something to burn paper, a good weekend, and the scolding is beautiful."

"Good scolding, the current folk music has long become a thing that the people in those associations have sprouted themselves, and this kind of folk music is dead!"

", I can still work on the weekend, crying and mourning for folk music on the spot, it's amazing."

"Why does folk music have to be spring and snow? I just like vulgar music like the Pure Land of Bliss, what's the matter, I don't understand elegant things! ”

"What kind of vice president of the Yanjing Folk Music Association, isn't it the monks who offered folk music on the altar on the weekend, and then enjoyed the incense wantonly."

"Supporting the weekend, there is no distinction between elegant and vulgar music, and the more elegant people are, the more vulgar they tend to be."

Most of the netizens are ordinary people, they have only one requirement for music, it is good to listen to, and it is enough to bring them spiritual pleasure.

So what I said on the weekend simply said what netizens thought, I like the Pure Land of Bliss, what's wrong, why do you call me vulgar?

The group of people in your folk music association are elegant, so elegant that no one wants to listen to them, and it has become purely a self-sprouting art.

Such folk music, as said at the weekend, might as well be dead.

……

Puhai Chinese Orchestra.

A small office in the Women's Music Place.

Miao Qing and her girls were gathered in front of the computer, which was playing the weekend interview.

"Folk music is dead, and there is something to burn paper."

"Minle is dead, everyone comes to cry for Minle, and then give it a ride."

Looking at the picture of the weekend angrily spraying "folk music", several girls in the women's music workshop felt that all the evil breath in their hearts came out.

"The scolding is so beautiful, if it weren't for the head of the regiment to stop me, I would have wanted to scold people on the Internet a long time ago."

"The weekend is really amazing, especially the last song "Crying Spirit", which is simply sucking the face of the vice president."

"It's so relieving, it has to be a weekend."

"It's over, it's over, what if I feel like I'm going to love the weekend!"

"Tuanzi, you are handsome and so talented on the weekend, I'm afraid you won't be able to grasp it!"

In the office, several girls from the Women's Music Workshop watched the weekend interview and suddenly had a clear idea.

On the surface, the weekend is about folk music, but in fact, every word is scolded "Yanjing Folk Music Association".

"Tian Tian, why don't you say a word?"

Miao Qing turned her neck, looking at the fight of several girls, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, and when she turned her head, she just saw that Tian Fang, the suona in the group, had not spoken, so she couldn't help asking.

"Ah~ I just went to listen to the tune, and I didn't pay attention to what you said."

Suona Tian Fang came back to her senses and said to everyone with some emotion: "I used to know that the level of suona on weekends was very high, but I don't know how high it is. ”

"So you know now? How tall? ”

"It's several stories high."

Tian Fang was a little frustrated, she had always been very confident in her suona before, but after listening to the song "Crying Spirit" on the weekend, her confidence began to waver.

Needless to say, the breath is nothing, the most important thing is the emotion, the audience can cry with a song on the weekend, this kind of emotional contagion, even if it is the chief suona of the main group, it can't be done.

"So tall?"

"I suddenly thought of a fun one, if only I could go to a music festival on the weekend, and blow all the foreigners to tears, that scene must be very interesting."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the office unconsciously appeared in their minds.

Poof!

Suddenly, everyone in the office was overjoyed.

……

"Art is not riding on the head of the masses, it should bend down and be a cow and horse for the masses, well, that's great!"

When Wang Aimin heard this sentence in an interview on the weekend, he slapped him heavily on the thigh.

This sentence simply speaks to his heart, Wang Aimin is the champion of the Chinese folk music industry, but he took a back seat early, and the fundamental reason is that he is very unaccustomed to the status quo of the folk music industry.

He said very early on that if folk music wants to develop, it must keep pace with the times, and it can't lie on the merits and eat the old book.

However, in the end, some people from the Folk Music Association joined forces to silence his voice.

Wang Aimin saw very early on why these people like to label folk music as elegant, in fact, it is to set a threshold for ordinary people, and then use this threshold to open training classes and accept students.

Where there is any high art, they just want to tell outsiders that only they, the members of the association, can truly represent folk music.

Want to learn real folk music? Only by entering the training courses they set up is that it is the orthodoxy of folk music.

So, where there is nothing elegant, there is only profit.

"This kid, it's really rare to see the folk music circle so thoroughly, I look at Chen Xiting's girl, I want him to go to the music festival, I'm afraid it's not so easy."

Wang Aimin couldn't help laughing, and offended the entire folk music circle in an interview over the weekend.

Therefore, Chen Xiting's side may have to hit a wall.

In fact, it was really guessed by Wang Aimin.

At the same time, Chen Xiting happened to find a weekend, and when he mentioned that he wanted to invite him to the Puhai Music Festival, he was refused.

In a quiet café, sit opposite Chen Xiting on the weekend.

"You really don't think about it anymore?"

Chen Xiting looked at the weekend a little helplessly, her saliva was almost dry, but she just refused to go on the weekend.

"I'm a star, I go to the Puhai Autumn Music Festival to make some fun, don't go."

Although I was a little surprised by Chen Xiting's vast magical powers over the weekend, even director Wang Zheng wanted to give her face, but he still didn't give in at all on the issue of principle.

Chen Xiting saw that she couldn't break through head-on, so she quickly rolled her eyes and suddenly thought of something.

"By the way, let me tell you one thing, this Puhai Autumn Music Festival, Wei Yongcheng will also come to participate."

"Who is Wei Yongcheng?"

Stunned for a while, he really didn't remember who this person was for a while.

“……”

Chen Xiting was silent for a second and reminded: "Vice President of Yanjing Folk Music Association." ”

"You mean the vice president who scolded me on the Internet?"

When he heard Chen Xiting say this over the weekend, he immediately understood who it was, and he really didn't know that guy's name was Wei Yongcheng.

As soon as I heard that Wei Yongcheng was going to participate in the Puhai Autumn Music Festival, he changed his mind again on the weekend, and he sprayed angrily in the air, how could he be more happy than slapping his face on the spot?

Although he knew that Chen Xiting was agitating, who would let him eat this.

(End of chapter)