Connecting with Langlang seems to be an unquestionable choice.
Three hours ago, they could no longer suppress their strong expectations and wanted to find out from Langlang what jx had done.
Three hours later, this expectation, like a spark, finally developed into a raging flame.
If we make them wait any longer, they won't be able to wait any longer.
The news of Jiang Xinhai's live broadcast spread like wildfire, spreading all over the world. A large number of viewers flocked to Jiang Xinhai's live broadcast room.
Open her live broadcast room, the screen is full of:
"If I can't watch "Poetic Life", I can still use this as a substitute meal. I'm so happy!"
"Oh my god! Luckily I follow Xin Hai. Is this what fan benefits are?"
"Brothers and sisters, move your hands and share the live broadcast room so that everyone can see it!"
In the background of the live broadcast room, the message "xx shared your live broadcast room" kept scrolling like a roller, and the naked eye could not keep up with the speed of the screen.
Jiang Xinhai's live broadcast link spread like a virus in countless chat groups, forums, and social platforms.
With the influx of a large number of viewers, the Pineapple Pineapple Video Platform quietly put Jiang Xinhai's live broadcast room on the homepage.
As a result, her live broadcast became even more popular.
"So, I called Langlang?" Xu Xiangxiao held the phone and asked for permission from the person next to her. "Did I really call?"
"Beat him!" everyone said in unison.
Xu Xiangxiao took a breath, dialed the number, and pressed the speakerphone button.
"All--"
A long prompt sound rang, and after three rings, the call was connected.
"Hello?"
A deep voice came from the other end of the phone.
The audience in the live broadcast room became excited in an instant.
“Oh shit, I’m really connected to Langlang!”
"So excited, I'm so excited right now."
"I haven't seen 'Poetic Life', but I feel so excited too. Why?"
"Can I ask, between JX and Lang Lang, which one has a higher international status?"
…
"Hello." Xu Xiangxiao's voice was trembling. "Hello, Langlang, I'm Xu Xiangxiao."
"I know." The other party said, "I watched "Poetic Life" and was waiting for you to call me."
Xu Xiangxiao exchanged glances with everyone.
They also became excited.
"That's easy, Langlang, can you tell me what's going on with the records that JX and you released?" Xu Xiangxiao asked.
Cui Dayou looked at the records in the library and his heart was moved.
The melody he had just heard was still echoing in his mind.
These are the treasures, the treasures of music, and their mysteries are about to be revealed.
"call."
The person on the other end of the phone sighed, then slowly said, "Actually, during these three hours, I spent a lot of time recalling my experiences with JX, and only then did I realize what a great adventure it was."
"Yes, it was an adventure," Lang Lang affirmed. "It was a risk that put my reputation and the reputation of all Chinese musicians at risk."
"On the gamble...of your reputation?"
"Yes," Lang Lang said, "I think all Chinese musicians should thank JX."
Everyone frowned.
There were quite a few musicians present.
How come they don't know there's a risk to their reputation?
And what has jx done that I need to thank him for?
Although they thought so, Langlang had such a high status and position that it was impossible for him to speak nonsense.
The audience in the live broadcast room continued to watch with doubts.
"Can you tell me more details?" Gao Xiaobai asked.
Langlang did not answer this question, but asked:
"Do you know that three years ago, there was a saying that was circulated?"
He paused and said, "'There is no music in China.'"
"There is no music in China?" Wang Feng repeated.
As a musician, his first reaction after hearing this was a little anger.
"I didn't say that. It's a saying that's circulated in the Western music world," Lang Lang said. "It was very popular at the time. Western musicians used it as a joke."
Gao Xiaobai said, "Teacher Langlang, it shouldn't just mean that China has no music, right? There must be many other versions in other countries, right? For example, the United States has no history, the United Kingdom has no food, and so on..."
"No, no, that statement was made specifically for the Chinese people," Lang Lang said. "When I was performing in Europe and the United States, there were even conservatives holding banners in the streets mocking me and Chinese music."
"That's not right," Qin Yunshang said in surprise. "Teacher Langlang, everyone knows that you are a world-class pianist. To mock China for having no music in front of you is like slapping yourself in the face, isn't it?"
"That's not true." Langlang said seriously on the phone, "Although I'm a well-known pianist, I'm not a well-known composer. I only play foreign music.
"In every concert, every piece of classical music I play is composed by classical musicians over the past few hundred years. Only in the Easter egg piece at the end will I play a piece of traditional Chinese music.
"When I saw those people say that, I felt very sad, but the only way I could fight back was to perform the music created by those Western masters in a more beautiful and soulful way."
Barrages of comments drifted across the live broadcast room:
"Westerners are so hateful and disgusting."
"Who said the piano was invented by someone else?"
"What Langlang said is true. A few years ago, I was studying at a music conservatory in the United States. Our professor said in class that China has no music. Then all the students burst into laughter. I was the only Chinese person sitting there, with a shamefaced face."
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