The audience at the scene only felt that this was the most different concert they had ever attended.

After all, even those who can come to participate in classical concerts have a certain foundation in music knowledge even if they are laymen.

I must have a higher understanding of some music.

Even though there are a few arty "novas", we can still hear the difference in this performance.

Although I didn't fall in love with Li Wenyin or Chinese music, I'm sure I'm curious.

Howard looked at the reactions of the audience around him and his face became even more ugly.

Of course, the performance has not stopped yet.

Li Wenyin turned sideways and gave up the main position of the middle round platform.

The other two old men also walked to the middle and looked at each other with Li Wenyin and smiled.

The old man holding the flute stood on the left, and Li Wenyin sat cross-legged on the right.

The one who stood in the middle was Wu Jiankun, the leader of the folk music band.

At this time, Wu Jiankun was holding a small pot in his hand.

It seems to be a musical instrument.

"What is that? What a weird instrument!"

"It's really amazing!"

The audience couldn't help but communicate.

But as the music started, the hall suddenly became silent.

"The Romance of Eternals"!

The Chinese audience was stunned when they saw the small pot in their hands when they saw the leader Wu Jiankun in the main seat.

What a weird thing this is?!

This time, no netizens seem to have done popular science.

In the ordinary residential building of the Chinese family, the old man who was smiling and watching the concert with his little granddaughter suddenly became stiff and his eyes turned red in an instant. He stood up suddenly and stared at the small pot on the TV.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you?!"

My granddaughter, who is already seventeen or eighteen years old this year, has never seen her grandfather lose her composure like this.

"This is...this is a jack!"

The old man couldn't help but tremble, and tears began to slide from the corners of his eyes.

"Smoked? What?"

The little girl was stunned.

The excited old man grabbed the handle on the wooden chair tightly and said with his lips trembling slightly.

"Niu, Jie is called Wu, and he is one of the oldest musical instruments in our country!"

The little girl seemed a little confused.

But at this moment the music still suddenly rang.

The ethereal flute sounded.

The rapid sound of air came, and the empty breath sounded like a hint of loneliness from ancient times.

The low cello sounded, the calm and heavy bass and the ethereal flute treble were like a sky and a ground.

In a faint sense, birds seemed to be singing.

After the long note of the string music, the small pot and the silhouette in Wu Jiankun's hand were also held at his mouth and blew slowly.

The tired birds return to their nests, and the fairy deer is yo!

After experiencing the high and low tones of the flute and cello, the sound of the xiao is so gentle and mellow.

"Xian is the local sound of one of the eight sounds in our China more than 3,000 years ago!"

The old man's tears couldn't stop flowing.

"Girl, do you know, the till has a history of more than 7,000 years! I can still see that some people in China brought the till to the foreign stage!"

The five tones are correct, the six rules are adjusted, the hardness and softness are bound to be hit, and the lightness is lost, the metal and stone are used to be respectful, and the sheng rod is used to start and criticize the extreme!

The status of the monk is no less than that of the bells and chimes!

The origin of this instrument can even be traced back to ancient times.

People hunt in the wilderness!

Use jars to imitate the animal's tweets to attract prey!

The earliest cultural relics unearthed even point to seven thousand years ago!

In the earliest days when cultural relics can be verified, there were traces of them in the Shang Dynasty.

After thousands of years of development, there are more and more holes in the body of the treasures and more and more blowing techniques.

It was widely used in the court rituals and music during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period!

However, after thousands of years of inheritance, during the Qing Dynasty.

It has been passed down from generation to generation!

Lost!

However, although it was a period of time, during the Qing Dynasty, a family surnamed Wu accidentally obtained a monk, investigated the documents, and replicated the simple and heavy ancient saying.

The monk continued to pass on without any danger.

Until later times of turmoil, they were constantly facing faults and lost.

But they were all inherited by generations of people.

Passing on the torch!

Until modern times!

But although there is still inheritance, it is already in danger.

How many Chinese people know Wu today?

Even if you read this word, you can read it as a dead person!

This instrument, which is extremely important in the history of Chinese music, can almost be said to be on the verge of extinction!

Fortunately, the country is vigorously developing and promoting the traditional national culture.

Li Wenyin naturally had to walk ahead without hesitation, at least let people until China has a wonderful musical instrument called Wu!

The bass is carried and the treble is polished!

The sound of earth that connects the past and the future!

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The old man was extremely excited at this time and came to the study tremblingly.

From an inconspicuous but treasured box, I took out a tattered ceramic jar.

The clay pot looks like a small pot with an opening on the top and a few small holes around it, which are slightly cracked.

In the little girl's eyes, it seems no different from the one on TV, but it just looks even more worn.

The old one can't even make a sound.

The old man's tears kept falling.

"Girl, my grandfather's village back then had a childhood friend who grew up playing this guy!"

The little girl comforted her grandfather and asked softly.

"What happened later?"

"Later..."

The old man's eyes became even redder.

Thinking of the blurry appearance in my memory, the old man seemed to be trapped in the memory.

In that era, he was wandering.

The one who accompanied the childhood friend, apart from his friend who grew up with him, perhaps only his parents' relics.

This is a jackpot!

"Later, later..."

The old man burst into tears.

"He handed me this thing, then went to CX to fight, and never came back!"

The little granddaughter seemed to have arrived in that era with the memories of her grandfather.
To be continued...