Jiang Wan's eyes blinked.
Oh no, it’s a heart-pounding feeling!
This man can make people's heart beat fast at any time!
[Good fellow, you were so busy running that you passed right by Zhaocai without even noticing it!]
[Everyone, please give Wan Ye some face. It's normal for a woman in love to have a low IQ.]
[I was dying of laughter. Jinbao just squatted on the wall and watched Jiang Wan running around like a headless fly, not even calling out.]
[As long as you look up, you can see Jinbao, as long as you look down, you can see Zhaocai, but you, woman, only have eyes for Emperor Qi!]
Zhaocai: What should I do if my mother becomes stupid?
Jinbao: The new owner is a bit silly.
After lunch, the afternoon schedule was more interesting.
Senior Brother Mingzhi brought the guests to the music room.
Looking at the dazzling array of musical instruments, the guests were all stunned.
"To be a Taoist priest, you need to be able to play the qin?"
Qu Weiyang hugged Ge Li, euphemistically saying that she was still trying to get rid of male chastity. She asked with a surprised look on her face:
"I've never heard that becoming a monk requires multi-talented people."
Jiang Wan smiled, picked up the flute from the stand, and turned it in her palm:
"To be a Taoist priest, you have to be proficient in playing all kinds of music and singing. It's not as easy as you think."
Netizens behind the live camera were a little surprised when they saw this scene.
[If you don't understand, just ask: Why do Taoist priests have to play musical instruments and sing? Is the threshold to becoming a Taoist priest so high now?]
[It seems like it’s because they’re going to perform a ritual.]
Why are there only traditional instruments? No Western music at all.
What's the point of having all folk music? They said they were going to catch up with the international standards, but they're still stuck in their ways.
[Every time I listen to folk music, it feels like mourning music and I dislike it.]
[Hey, hey, hey? Why are you still getting into this discrimination thing? Are those who learn folk music eating your rice?]
[A bunch of old-fashioned folk musicians.]
In the blink of an eye, the quarrel started on the barrage.
Jiang Wan raised her eyes slightly, looked at the chaotic barrage of comments, and opened her red lips slightly:
“National musical instruments are a tradition and a legacy, and are no less precious than Western music.
Taoist music consists of two parts: vocal music and instrumental music, and the instruments used include almost all traditional Chinese instruments.
These instruments are often used in the opening, transition, ending, and accompaniment of rituals and are an indispensable part of Taoist music."
Mingzhi didn't see the comments. He nodded in agreement when he heard Jiang Wan's words and took a step forward.
"Junior Sister Jiang is right. This is a lesson that each of us must learn. From now on, everyone can choose an instrument, and the senior brothers will teach you how to play it."
"Want to choose the flute?"
Qi'an has a mellow voice, and Jiang Wan can play the suona, so I think the flute would be easier to learn.
Jiang Wan put the flute back on the shelf and smiled cleverly:
“I’m going to choose this one!”
Jiang Wan picked up the erhu that was placed next to the flute.
"I heard the erhu is difficult."
Ye Man leaned over. He didn't know what to choose yet, as none of the options were something he knew how to do.
His scumbag father never took care of him at all. His mother had done her best to raise him. Let alone letting him learn to play the piano, it would be too expensive.
Netizens were also surprised when they saw Jiang Wan pick up the erhu.
[Hey guys, playing the suona isn't enough, you want to play the erhu too?]
[If you don't understand, just ask. Is the erhu difficult? ]
String instruments are difficult to play. Let me tell you, if you play them well, it sounds like crying. If you play them badly, it sounds even worse.
[How dare Jiang Wan take this? Aren't you afraid of being embarrassed?]
[You can't say that. It's a learning project in the Taoist temple. You only need to learn if you don't know how. There's nothing shameful about it.]
Netizens were talking about it, but Jiang Wan didn't care.
She just fiddled with it a few times casually, and didn't look professional at all.
Looking towards the camera, he raised his eyebrows and said provocatively:
"You said I can't poop well, right? What if I poop well?"
"You're holding the erhu incorrectly, what's with all the bragging? If you could play a tune, I'd stand on my head and pee!"
[Brother in front, can you do a handstand and pee live?]
"If you dare to play, I dare to open it! But you can't play it too simply. Something like Little Star Painter doesn't count. It has to sound good!"
To be honest, I don't believe Jiang Wan can play the erhu. Even though she's the little princess of Beijing, raised with a silver spoon in her mouth, who's the little princess who plays the erhu? If she were to learn, she'd probably learn something like the piano or the violin, which sounds so elegant.
[That's right, the erhu is nothing. It's not as good as the piano.]
Jiang Wan curled her lips when she saw this comment:
"What's wrong with the erhu? Who says the little princess can't learn the erhu? How is this traditional Chinese instrument inferior to Western music?
This is an era of letting a hundred flowers bloom, yet you still engage in instrument discrimination. Just because Western music is good doesn't mean that folk music is bad. What's national is also global. How did you learn politics in high school?
When netizens heard these remarks, they instantly felt sympathy from a large number of netizens.
[You're right, I've become a fan. I started out as an erhu player, and people always call me a mourner. It makes me so angry.]
[Not everyone is like this. I learn piano, but I also like the timbre of folk music. There's no such thing as high or low music.]
[My dear brother who mentioned that the little princess is learning piano and violin, have you forgotten that Jiang Wan played the suona at the Tomato Party and almost drove the audience away?]
Many passersby agreed with Jiang Wan's words, but the black fans were still showing off, shouting that folk music was not as awesome as Western music.
Some even turned around and began to attack Jiang Wan.
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