Li Ning slowly closed his eyes.

Hoarse, slightly lazy, but with a faint sad voice.

It slowly flows into the ears.

"Who is playing a song of the east wind with the pipa

Time peels off on the wall See when I was a child

I still remember that year we were all very young

Now the sound of the piano is faint and I have never heard of my waiting.

Who is playing a song of the east wind with the pipa

I see through the ending of the maple leaves dye the story

I will lead you through the ancient road outside the fence..."

Lyrics that look like narrative.

In addition, the pipa and erhu are the sounds of Chinese instruments, which are played with strong ancient styles.

In Li Ning's mind, the story of ink painting was depicted.

This is a feeling that I have never had before and cannot be said.

In the end, the song slowly ended in the erhu sound.

The playback software automatically jumped to the next song for Li Ning.

"I bought a bowl of spicy hot pot yesterday..."

As soon as he heard the singing, Li Ning immediately opened his eyes.

He took off his headphones and started to quarrel.

"Damn, what a trash song!"

Hurry up and call back to Dongfengpo and start the single loop.

"A lonely cup of separation stands at the window..."

Li Ning slowly closed his eyes again.

[East Wind Break], in his mind, it cycled over and over again.

I don't know when.

Two lines of clear tears flowed out from the corner of Li Ning's eyes.

When he opened it again, he was already full of tears.

Seeing the east wind breaking, Li Ning murmured to himself.

"The Chinese music scene is saved!"

"It's really saved!"

"This is the song of us Chinese, unique to us, and no one can take it away!"

As a music critic.

Li Ning looked at the entire Chinese music scene, from prosperity to decline, and finally to this dismal appearance.

Foreign music styles are popular.

Slutty songs are regarded as the norm.

As a Chinese, he couldn't stand this situation at all.

Therefore, he kept scolding.

Scolding lyrics, songs, singers, and capital.

He wanted to use scolding to alert the music industry.

We Chinese must have our own unique style of music to gain a foothold in the world music scene and avoid the influx of culture dregs in other countries.

How about it.

No use!

The more you scold the singer and the capitalist behind him, the happier you are.

Because the scolding means traffic is coming!

When traffic comes, it means money comes!

They're for money.

You can sink into this cultural invasion.

You can ignore the future development of the Chinese music scene.

It’s different now, and hope for the Chinese music scene is here.

Wipe the tears in his eyes.

Li Ning reexamines [Dongfeng Break].

Word: Hu Yibao

Qu: Hu Yibao

Singer: Hu Yibao

"This is a musical genius!"

He wants to write a long review and recommend this song to everyone.

Let them know how to sing pop songs belonging to the Huaxia District.

Listening to [Dongfeng Po], Li Ning began to write a long review.

Yang Ming is the manager of the backstage of QQ Music. Early in the morning, he discovered something abnormal.

A song called [Dongfeng Po].

Play, collect, download, comment, share.

They are all soaring!

It directly surpassed the celebrity singer who posted the song yesterday - Wang San.

"Is this a list?"

Yang Ming was a little skeptical about such data.

"Hu Yibao?"

Yang Ming glanced at the singer's name and frowned.

He is a newcomer.

I have never heard of it.

"I will report it to the supervisor later and deal with this person."

Scanning data is strictly prohibited by QQ Music.

Yang Ming clicked on the [Dongfengpo] comment.

These comments made Yang Ming even more sure that this song was browsing data.

"Damn it, Divine Comedy! Just the beginning makes my soul tremble."

"Twenty years of music, the first divine song!"

"I have been listening to music for more than ten years, but I don't know that there is such a style."

"Huaxia Divine Comedy!"

"This is definitely a genius!"

"I'm going to recommend it to all my friends and let them hear what a song is!"

"I've been circling this song thirty times, and it's better than it once."

“…”

I read dozens of comments in a row.

Yang Ming couldn't help but shake his head.

"Divine Comedy?"

"A work of genius?"

"Cycle thirty times?"

"Is this a fool who makes data?"

"Can you keep a low profile? At least install the data a little bit."
To be continued...