Li Ning slowly closed his eyes.
A hoarse, slightly lazy, yet slightly sad voice.
Flows slowly into the ears.
"Who is playing the song of Dongfengpo on the pipa?
Years peel off the wall and I see my childhood
I still remember that year when we were still very young
But now the piano sounds faint, you haven't heard my waiting
Who is playing the song of Dongfengpo on the Pipa?
Maple leaves color the story, I see through the ending
I'll lead you along the ancient path outside the fence..."
Lyrics that feel like a narrative.
Add to that the sounds of the pipa and erhu, instruments unique to China, and the music plays out with a strong ancient style.
In Li Ning's mind, the story of ink painting was depicted.
This is a feeling I have never had before and cannot describe.
Finally, the song slowly ended with the sound of erhu.
The playback software automatically skipped to the next song for Li Ning.
"Yesterday I bought a bowl of spicy hot pot..."
As soon as he heard the singing, Li Ning opened his eyes immediately.
He took off his headphones and started to argue.
"What the hell, what a rubbish song!"
Quickly turn back to Dongfengpo and start playing it on repeat.
"A lonely lamp of sorrow stands at the window..."
Li Ning slowly closed his eyes again.
[Dong Feng Po] played over and over again in his mind.
I don’t know when.
Two lines of clear tears flowed from the corners of Li Ning's eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, they were filled with tears.
Looking at Dongfengpo, Li Ning muttered to himself.
"The Chinese music scene is saved!"
"There's real hope!"
"This is the song of us Chinese people. It's unique and no one can take it away from us!"
As a music critic.
Li Ning watched the entire Chinese music scene decline from its heyday to its current bleak state.
Foreign music styles are very popular.
Pop songs are regarded as the standard.
As a Chinese, he simply couldn't stand this situation.
Therefore, he kept cursing.
Curse the lyrics, curse the music, curse the singer, curse the capital.
He wanted to use his scolding to alert the music industry.
We Chinese people must have our own unique musical style in order to gain a foothold in the world music scene and avoid the influx of cultural dregs from other countries.
What to do.
It's useless!
The more you curse, the happier the singer and the capitalists behind him will be.
Because scolding means traffic is coming!
When traffic comes, it means money comes!
They do it for money.
It is possible to sink into this cultural invasion.
The future development of the Chinese music scene can be ignored.
Things are different now, hope has come to the Chinese music scene.
Wiped the tears from his eyes.
Li Ning re-examines [Dongfengpo].
Lyricist: Hu Yibao
Music: 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 popular songs from the Chinese region.
Listening to [Dong Feng Po], Li Ning began to write a long review.
Yang Ming, an administrator at the backend of QQ Music, discovered something unusual early in the morning.
A song called "Dongfeng Po".
Play, collect, download, comment, and share.
They are all soaring!
It directly surpassed the star singer Wang San who released a song yesterday.
"Is this a chart-topping move?"
Yang Ming was a little skeptical about such data.
"Hu Yibao?"
Yang Ming glanced at the singer's name and frowned.
Is a newcomer.
I have never heard of it.
"I'll report this to the supervisor later and have this person dealt with."
Data manipulation is strictly prohibited by QQ Music.
Yang Ming clicked on the comments of [Dong Feng Po] by the way.
These comments made Yang Ming even more certain that this song was inflating its statistics.
"Fuck, this is a divine song! Just the beginning makes my soul tremble."
"The most popular song in the music world in the past 20 years!"
"I've been listening to music for over a decade, but I didn't know there was this kind of music."
"Chinese Divine Comedy!"
“This is an absolute masterpiece!”
“I’m going to recommend it to all my friends and let them listen to it and see what a song is!”
"I've played this song on repeat 30 times, and each time it gets better."
“…”
I read dozens of comments in a row.
Yang Ming couldn't help but shook his head.
"Divine Comedy?"
"A work of genius?"
"Thirty times?"
"Is the person who's cheating on the data an idiot?"
"Can you be more low-key? At least make the data look more realistic."
"How can a song be hyped up like this? Even top foreign singers wouldn't dare to hype it up like this, even if they were to manipulate the stats!"
But before that, Yang Ming was still a little curious and wanted to listen.
What kind of shit is this song?
Click on it.
Play!
"A lonely lamp of sorrow stands at the window..."
When I heard the first sentence.
"Fuck!"
Yang Ming's eyes widened.
"I'm behind the door pretending you're still here..."
"Fuck!"
Yang Ming's mouth was half open.
"Revisiting the old place under the full moon makes it even lonelier..."
“What the hell!!”
Yang Ming's expression was full of shock.
“…”
After listening.
“Oh shit!!!”
“Divine Comedy!!”
"Thirty times? This kind of song should be listened to ten thousand times!"
"After listening to this song, I realized what kind of rubbish I had been listening to before!"
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