Eight hundred and twentieth chapters two springs reflecting the moon
Listening to the sound of the erhu coming from the Douqu stage, the audience fell into silence. Looking at the faces of those people, it was as if they had seen a ghost, with their mouths wide open and their eyes filled with disbelief.
Then, the boiling sound suddenly started.
"Oh my God, how on earth did this happen?"
"He can actually perform erhu music without the erhu. This is amazing."
"Could I be dreaming? This is totally unreasonable!"
Everyone was shocked by Su Pingan's subversive performance. Even Ren Tianlai was confused when he heard the clear and adjusted erhu sound, "How is this possible?!"
Even the people from the Da Zhan Mission and the Dali Mission who were hidden in the crowd were stunned and completely confused when they saw Su Pingan's performance.
But soon, some people in the audience noticed the clues. Some people stared at Su Pingan's face and found that when Su Pingan was performing the song, the expression on his face was also very exciting, especially on his mouth. One of Su Pingan's cheeks seemed to be
It's like biting something, always exerting force.
Then the man's eyes lit up and he suddenly said: "I understand, look at Mr. Su's mouth. He is imitating the sound of the erhu with his mouth, not that he can really play the erhu tune out of thin air!"
After being shouted like this, countless pairs of eyes immediately stared at Su Pingan's mouth. Then, he saw that whenever the erhu tone sounded longer and longer, Su Pingan's mouth worked extra hard, some
When the tone was higher, even the veins on Su Pingan's neck popped out.
Seeing this scene, everyone finally suddenly realized, "I understand, isn't this just the ventriloquism of a storyteller?"
"In the past, I often heard that book writers would make some incredible sounds with their mouths, matching the sounds of various monsters in the book. But I didn't expect that today, I can actually see someone using ventriloquism to perform an erhu tune.
This is indeed...unique!"
"I see. It really scared me just now. I thought there really were some ghosts around Su Ping'an helping to perform. It turned out to be a ventriloquist!"
"Don't mention it, the erhu played by the Su family is no worse than those played by the erhu monks, and is even better than that of many piano cultivators."
"Yes, if you listen carefully, this piece of music is quite moving, giving people a sad and sad feeling."
After understanding how Su Ping'an was able to perform Erhu sounds, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly returned to normal.
Everyone is not afraid of Su Pingan's versatility, but they are afraid that he will come up with some inhuman things, which is too scary.
Everyone in Daxuan also breathed a sigh of relief, and then Wen Liang shook his head and smiled bitterly: "This guy Su who is making trouble is really restless if he doesn't make trouble for a day. Who would have thought that he can also perform the erhu with his mouth? What do you think of this guy?
Why are there so many weird ideas?”
Long Cheng also shook his head, and then said with a smile: "Although I was shocked by this guy, it is thanks to him now, otherwise we would all be waiting to be laughed at by people from Gale Country and other countries."
Cai Shaocheng watched Su Pingan's performance on the stage, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and then he suddenly thought: "Since Boss Su can imitate the erhu with his mouth, does that mean that he can also imitate the guqin, guzheng, and drum with his mouth?"
What about other musical instruments? If possible, then we don’t need to know these instruments, we just need to know the music scores, which will save a lot of trouble!"
As soon as these words came out, Feng Shaoyang couldn't help but hit him: "What are you thinking? If musical instruments are really so easy to imitate, then why did the predecessors create these musical instruments in the past? This guy Su, who is causing trouble, is a special case.
Can you guarantee that others can imitate the erhu with their mouths? Even if they can, can you guarantee that others can imitate the guqin with their mouths?"
When Long Cheng heard this, he rarely objected, and nodded: "Feng Shaoyang is right, the fake is fake after all, even if Su Pingan's imitation is similar, in some aspects of timbre, it is different from the real one.
There are still some differences in the erhu. It’s just that the music he is playing is more moving, and everyone is attracted by his ventriloquism, so they subconsciously ignore some of the flaws."
Cai Shaocheng nodded after hearing this.
Indeed, although the erhu that Su Pingan imitated with his mouth was very similar, it was already very difficult for Su Pingan to imitate some of the tactful and high-pitched parts, especially when he had to perform a whole piece of music with his mouth, which was not easy.
But now the audience in the venue has gradually begun to forget about Su Pingan playing with his mouth. As the sad melody of the erhu sound lengthened, everyone was immersed in the sad rhyme, unable to extricate themselves for a long time.
Some women even couldn't help crying on the spot.
"This song is so touching, I can't stop crying when I listen to it."
"Yeah, I don't know what this song is. Why have I never heard it before?"
"Is it a new song created by Daxuan?"
There were a lot of discussions around him, but they all kept their voices down, as if they were afraid of disturbing the sad music.
By the end of the performance, even the eyes of many men at the scene were red, and the sadness and desolation in the music almost overflowed like water.
But at this most exciting moment, Su Pingan's "performance" suddenly stopped. Everyone was even stunned when they heard the interruption of the music. Some people shouted: "Why did you stop? Keep playing!"
"That's right, I was so moved when I heard it, why did it suddenly disappear?"
The group of people below were confused and looked at Su Pingan eagerly. However, Su Pingan had already stood up, straightened his clothes, smiled and said to the people below: "I'm sorry, this song was created by me, and it's just for now.
I have only created it up to this point, and the rest has not yet been perfected, so I can only play it up to this point."
As soon as this statement came out, the audience was in an uproar again, "What, he created this by himself?"
Most of the music created by Qin Xiu, especially those classics handed down from generation to generation, were created by Wenzong or King Wen, because those classics and famous tunes handed down from generation to generation all contain Wen Xiu's life insights and profound understanding of Qin Dao.
Only after that can you master it.
It’s not that young writers can’t compose music, it’s just that the music they compose is often shallow, straightforward, or has some youthful connotations of young men and women.
Similar to this kind of desolate and sad rhyme, it is definitely not something that a young and inexperienced literary practitioner can create.
But Su Ping'an has now broken everyone's concept again, which is what surprises them the most.
Although the song ended, there was still a lingering sound. Ren Tian's mind was filled with the melody of the song just now. He even forgot that Su Ping'an was his opponent. At this time, he couldn't help but ask: "How dare I ask Su
Everyone, what’s the name of this song?”
Su Ping'an didn't shy away and said bluntly: "The song is called 'Two Springs Reflect the Moon'."
"Two springs reflect the moon, two springs reflect the moon..."
Ren Tianlai murmured the name twice, and then thinking about the tune just now, he couldn't help but sighed: "What a 'Two Springs Reflect the Moon', I will voluntarily admit defeat in this one. I just hope to wait until the Dragon Festival"
During the bamboo battle, if I can compete with the Su family again, then I won’t lose to you so easily!"
There is something in Ren Tianlai's words.
Although he admitted defeat, he believed that he was not inferior to Su Pingan in erhu playing. Even in terms of playing skills alone, Su Pingan's erhu imitation with his mouth was never as good as the real erhu, but Su Pingan won.
The success lies in the tricks and the music.
Using your mouth to imitate the erhu brings you novel ideas; the music is deeply touching and empathetic.
This is why Nintendo is willing to admit defeat.
Su Ping'an also knew that he had won this round by a trick, so he didn't say much, just cupped his fists and said, "Okay!"
Then Su Pingan also came off the stage. After he came down, people from Daxuan hurriedly gathered around him. While congratulating Su Pingan for saving face for Daxuan, some people couldn't help but ask: "Everyone Su, you just played
The song is so good, but why did it end before the performance was finished? I don’t believe you haven’t finished composing the song. Please tell me the real reason.”
In terms of understanding, it is true that people from Daxuan understand Su Ping'an.
Seeing that Su Ping'an was surrounded by his own people, he stopped pretending, quickly moved his cheeks a few times, and then said with a painful face: "Nonsense, you think it's not tiring to imitate the erhu with your mouth, I hum half of this song
My mouth is sore, I will definitely make a fool of myself if I continue, so I’ll just stop it as soon as I can!”
"Xu..."
After hearing Su Ping'an's answer, everyone immediately expressed contempt.