Hu Yibao looked at Yu Meng who was lying on the edge of the bed.
Yu Meng had cried herself to sleep.
After all, she is just a child of ten years old. The death of her only relative is a big blow to her. The arrival of Hu Yibao makes the last bit of stubbornness in Yu Meng's heart collapse.
The funeral band that was hired after Uncle Yu’s death is still on the way.
But before that, Hu Yibao wanted to play a song "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" for Uncle Yu.
As the name suggests, when the phoenix dies, hundreds of birds come to pay homage.
In the music, one can seem to hear the calls of birds such as cuckoos, partridges, swallows, mountain jays, blue tits, thrushes, larks, and blue grosbeaks.
According to legend, if you blow "A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" to the extreme, it can attract real birds.
According to Chinese customs, only the death of a person of high moral character and prestige is worthy of this song.
Hu Yibao thought that Uncle Yu was enough.
"Abao, are you really going to play 'A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix'?" Hu Bufan asked worriedly, looking at the suona in Hu Yibao's hand.
My family has no talent for playing musical instruments, and no one in my family for eighteen generations knows how to play the suona.
After falling asleep, Hu Yibao took out his suona and played "A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix", which was something no one expected.
Hu Bufan was also worried. What if Hu Yibao messed up?
This is Uncle Yu's funeral, no jokes allowed.
The other villagers also looked at Hu Yibao suspiciously, and a low commotion began to rise.
"Hu Yibao can actually play the suona?"
"Abao has a good musical talent and is now a famous singer. Playing the suona shouldn't be difficult for him!"
"But I'm playing 'A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix.' An old friend of mine who plays suona and erhu once told me that 'A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix' is the most difficult piece to play on suona."
"A Bao probably also wanted to show his filial piety in front of Uncle Yu."
"Hu Yibao is already in mourning. This filial piety is enough."
Everyone looked at Hu Yibao, who was dressed in mourning.
Uncle Yu is a newcomer and has no relatives in the village.
After his death, only his granddaughter Yu Meng wore mourning clothes for him.
Hu Yibao is the second one.
There is no one else, because wearing mourning clothes has a special meaning, and only the descendants of the elders, that is, the descendants of Uncle Yu, can do this.
At the same time, everyone is looking forward to Hu Yibao's "A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix".
Hu Yibao grew up under their care and they knew that this boy was not the kind of person who would act without purpose.
Hu Yibao nodded affirmatively, "Dad, don't worry, I will play "A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix"."
"A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" is of great significance. Uncle Yu was a person who liked tradition during his lifetime.
Hu Yibao wanted him to leave in a dignified and glorious manner.
This is the only thing he can do for Uncle Yu now.
Zhao Lihong, the mother, was a little worried and said quickly, "Son! Don't do anything rash!"
There are so many people in the village watching.
If this were to fail, it would become a farce.
Hu Yibao shook his head helplessly, said nothing more, and picked up the suona.
The sound begins.
The sound of suona echoed in front of the old man's mourning hall.
Hu Yibao was very devoted in playing the flute.
Everyone at the scene widened their eyes.
It sounds unexpectedly good.
The suona imitates the sound of birds singing, making it so realistic that the lingering sound lasts for a long time.
"I didn't expect that my son has this talent!" Hu Bufan couldn't help but mutter.
The villagers were all talking quietly, and were extremely shocked.
"Hu Yibao can't play the suona well without more than ten or twenty years of practice."
"I heard 'A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix' once. It was played by a master, but it was not as good as Hu Yibao's."
"Dad, I think I hear the cuckoo's call."
"Just by singing 'A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix', Abao will never have to worry about food and clothing in the future."
Hu Yibao's performance of "A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" was so stunning that some people at the scene couldn't help but take out their mobile phones to take pictures.
In this era of widespread Internet access.
There is always a group of old men and women in the village who like to use their smartphones to take photos everywhere, post them on WeChat Moments, chat groups, and short videos, and then call on their friends to like and comment.
Like young people, they like to pursue fashion, but the content is different and there are not so many frills.
At the same time, Hu Yibao's "A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" made them seem to see the scene where the number of likes in their circle of friends exceeded 100, a group of 666s in the chat group, and the number of short video fans soared by 50.
Hu Yibao, who has become the god of suona, seemed not to hear the noise around him, nor to see the raised mobile phones. He was concentrating on playing "A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix".
"A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" is very difficult to play.
It is necessary to use the unique suona playing techniques of spitting, glissando, tongue flourishes, finger flourishes, vibrato, as well as swallowing, spitting, padding, hitting, smearing, pressing, etc., as well as difficult techniques such as tongue-strike, air-strike, rebound, reverse double spitting, continuous plucking, air-lip and vibrato, and finger-air and vibrato.
Only then can "A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" be performed perfectly.
The suona in Hu Yibao's hand was also a reward from the system.
The quality is special. "A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" is played to the extreme. Perhaps something really might happen.
However, those things were no longer what Hu Yibao needed to consider. He only wanted to play a complete song of "A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" for Uncle Yu.
Let him smile in his grave.
Under the playing of Hu Yibao.
The sound of the suona became louder and louder.
Various bird calls also came out one after another.
It was so realistic that people began to look around in confusion.
It seemed that in the mourning hall, there were really hundreds of birds singing at this moment.
Just at this moment.
"twitter!!"
Outside the mourning hall, the sound of birds singing could be heard.
"Mom, there are so many sparrows outside!"
A child suddenly shouted.
Everyone immediately looked outside the house.
"Why are there so many birds?"
"Is there going to be a natural disaster?"
"I've lived for over 80 years and I've never seen anything like this."
Outside the house, at some point, a flock of birds were circling in the sky. There were thrushes, sparrows, white-crowned sparrows, magpies, larks...
At the same time, more birds were coming from afar, making bursts of clear bird calls and circling outside the old man's mourning hall, as if they were catering to Hu Yibao's "A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix".
Hujia Village.
Village entrance.
The band invited to Uncle Yu's funeral was looking ahead in surprise.
The chirping sounds of birds echoed in Hujia Village.
"Isn't that Uncle Yu's house? Why are there so many birds?"
"What happened there?"
"I don't know either. Let's go over and take a look first."
From their perspective, Uncle Yu's house was now flooded by flocks of birds.
There were even hawks circling in the sky.
Then go two or three
Jiang Gangmeng
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