Ji Yu stood on the stage for a while.
A group of people were holding a bunch of musical instruments of various shapes, which they placed on the stage as if they were extremely precious. Behind them were a group of old men and women.
The director looked at the stage filled with strange instruments, held his head and whispered to his assistant, "Didn't I ask you to pick two difficult instruments so that he can make a fool of himself? Why did you bring a bunch of old men and women here?"
The assistant replied confidently, "Didn't he say he could play a musical instrument? These people are all national-level artists. With them here, we won't have to worry about him playing the piano randomly."
"And those old men and women said their instruments were extremely valuable and could be lent to us, but the prerequisite was that we had to keep an eye on them ourselves."
Seeing that Ji Yu didn't make the next move, Wang Heng said sarcastically, "Why don't you start now? Are you scared?"
Ji Yu didn't say anything, just sat down on the chair and picked up the erhu closest to him.
"The erhu originated in the Tang Dynasty and is also known as the Xiqin. It is one of the most common bowed string instruments in China, and there is nothing that the erhu cannot play." After Ji Yu finished his introduction, he began to play the erhu in his hand.
As the cheerful and bizarre tune sounded, the boys who had just been playing the piano nearby broke down.
"How can you play Croatian Rhapsody on the erhu? How can you play it like that?"
The owner of the erhu below also frowned and said, "The skill is OK, but the music sounds weird."
The barrage was also going crazy at this time.
"First floor: I play the piano, and this is the first time I hear someone playing Croatian Rhapsody on the erhu."
"Second floor: This is the first time I've heard someone play the violin."
"Third floor: The original gimmick of the program team was that there were many musical geniuses in the show. This one is indeed a bit too talented."
"Third floor: For a vulgar person like me, do you think this sounds nice?"
"Fourth Floor: You are not alone! There is a fusion of music that combines the East and the West."
"Fifth floor: Look, this kind of person has his own army of trolls! He is indeed a hype maniac!"
"Sixth Floor: That's right! I wonder if the slander against my sister was also done by hired trolls."
"First floor reply to the next floor: Posted a piano certificate! With the caption: Just got the exam this year."
"The second floor replied to the one below: Posted a photo of playing the violin! Caption: Just asked my mom to help take this photo."
"Third and fourth floor: Although we have no evidence!! But we still have to explain that we are not a troll army! A freshman at the Conservatory of Music, post two student ID cards!!"
Soon, amid the crazy swiping of the barrage, Ji Yu's song came to an end.
Ji Yu stood up and bowed respectfully.
The director in the audience turned pale. He didn't expect that Ji Yu could actually play the erhu.
The assistant beside him quickly comforted him, "The director asked him to try a few more times. Didn't he just boast that he could do it all? If he can't do it and makes a fool of himself later, the public will definitely scold him."
The director nodded and called Wang Heng through the intercom: "Brother Heng, Brother Heng. Let this kid play a few more instruments. Make it more difficult for him."
Wang Heng raised his lips, as if this decision was just what he wanted: "Ji Yu, didn't you just say that you know a little bit about these instruments? Then why don't you perform more of each, since everyone is curious about traditional instruments anyway."
Ji Yu nodded and walked to the guqin: "The guqin was also called the Yaoqin and the seven-stringed zither in ancient my country. It has a history of more than 3,000 years in my country. The guqin has a wide range of sound, rich timbre, and long-lasting sound."
"If you are considering letting your children learn music, you can also take a look at the guqin, one of the traditional Chinese instruments."
After the introduction, Ji Yu began to sit in front of the guqin.
As the fingers plucked the strings, a piece of music flowed out. The melody was gentle and melodious, like a deer running briskly in the forest, or like a girl laughing happily on the hillside.
The old artists in the audience were very excited and whispered, "This kid is really good! This ancient song is very difficult, and it has reached the ninth level."
The assistant director happened to be pointing the camera at the old artist at this time, and his words were quickly transmitted to netizens' mobile phones through live broadcast.
"First floor: Is he kidding? This song doesn't sound that good!"
"Second floor: This is the sound of the guqin! And please don't doubt the old man's identity, he is the music teacher of our academy."
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Soon the guqin performance was over.
For the third instrument, Ji Yu chose the pipa.
He personally likes the musical instrument pipa very much because Ji Yu's own mother is an excellent pipa performing artist.
Although Ji Yu's parents died early, in his original world, his parents spent their entire lives promoting traditional culture.
So Ji Yu also wants to do something meaningful through his identity in this world.
"The pipa is the first plucked string instrument and has a history of more than 2,000 years in my country. The Chinese pipa has a long history and was introduced from my country to four or five neighboring countries. I hope that all parents can consider letting their daughters learn the pipa."
After Ji Yu finished speaking, he picked up the pipa.
But the way he held the pipa made the owner of the pipa frown.
Because Ji Yu learned to hold the pipa horizontally in his previous life, while modern pipa are all held vertically.
But when Ji Yu's fingers began to pluck the pipa, the old lady who owned the pipa relaxed her brows.
And Ji Yu also hummed a song, which gave a feeling of "holding the pipa half-covered".
"First floor: I can finally experience the fun of my ancestors."
"Second floor: The ancestors can't understand my pleasure. Because the ancestors are men who appreciate women playing the pipa, and I am a woman and there are men playing the pipa and singing songs for me."
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