A person of great affection and holiness, who knows how to repay kindness.
It can always arouse people's primitive worship.
After learning about the specific situation of Hu Yibao, the reporters at the scene all showed expressions of shame.
"It turns out we misjudged Hu Yibao. He postponed the press conference for 'Kung Fu Hustle' simply because he had to attend Mr. Yu's funeral."
"Thinking back to when I was yelling and clamoring in front of New World, demanding a reason from Hu Yibao, I was so stupid and ridiculous. Hu Yibao, who was rushing to Uncle Yu's funeral, was definitely not going to give us any time to explain."
"Good people should not be wrongly blamed. This is the principle I have always adhered to as a journalist. I never thought that one day I would break this rule with my own hands."
"I've seen some explanations of 'A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix' on the Internet. It's not just about technical skills that are required to play this piece to perfection. It also requires the player to put all their emotions into it in order to attract the birds. Hu Yibao's suona playing is really good. I don't know what will happen after I'm gone."
"I'm really sorry to Hu Yibao."
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“…”
Listening to the reporters blaming themselves, Jiang Gangmeng smiled, but felt an inexplicable bitterness in his heart.
Now Jiang Gangmeng can still clearly recall the scene at the gate of New World when the postponement of the "Kung Fu" press conference was announced.
These reporters were gritting their teeth as if they wanted to eat someone.
Now they all look ashamed.
Where is your playfulness from before?
Do you all want your boss to give you an explanation?
Now that there is an explanation, do you feel that your conscience is deeply condemned?
The boss is really awesome, he can slap people in the face quickly, accurately and ruthlessly, and more importantly, it is always invisible. If you are not careful, you will be "slapped".
Although he thought so, Jiang Gangmeng was still full of emotion towards Hu Yibao in his heart.
So far, everything he has done has been from the heart, without any hypocrisy.
Such people are really rare in this complicated world and chaotic entertainment industry.
He lived up to everyone's ideal.
Five minutes later.
The press conference for "Kung Fu" continued, but this time everyone's attitude became much gentler.
Reporter: "Director Hu is truly a passionate person. During the filming of 'Kung Fu Hu', was there anything that Director Hu did that left a deep impression on you?"
Jiang Gangmeng: "I agree with you. From the day we started working together, Director Hu has always been this kind of person. He is sincere and passionate about everything, without any other elements mixed in. As for what impressed me most, can I say that no matter what, I am impressed by everything? His love for movies, his dedication to quality, his seriousness in work, etc."
Reporter: "Director Jiang, may I ask you, after filming 'Kung Fu,' what will be the subject of your next film? Will you continue to move towards the international market?"
Jiang Gangmeng: "Hahaha, I don't know any of this yet. I'm waiting for Director Hu's notification. From now on, I, Jiang Gangmeng, will follow Director Hu."
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The New World's "Kung Fu" press conference is in progress.
Xiwu City, Hujia Village.
The funeral band invited by the village looked at Uncle Yu's house in front of them and listened to the suona sounds coming from inside, and they couldn't help but stop.
Suona is an indispensable instrument in funeral bands. Each of them can play some tunes. As "professionals", they know how beautiful the "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" played by Hu Yibao at this moment is.
"I really didn't expect that there is someone in the world who can play 'A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix' so well. It's like lifting this piece of music from the human world to the fairyland."
"This song should only exist in heaven, how many times can it be heard in the world?"
An old man in the lead sighed.
He is the leader of a funeral band. He has been in this business for sixty years and is known as Fifth Brother.
I've seen all kinds of scenes and heard all kinds of "A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix." Without any professional training, I could teach students at a music college about "A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix."
But I have never heard of Hu Yibao's "A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix".
Like the sound of immortals.
Several other old men also expressed their feelings.
"I thought my master was always the best at playing 'A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix,' but now it seems my knowledge was too shallow."
"If I have this ability in the future, I won't have to worry about where to eat."
"I never thought that Hujia Village could invite such a great person. It really is a place where there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers!"
"If the ancestor who wrote 'A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix' could hear it being played at this moment, he would surely be smiling even in his grave."
The song "A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" gradually came to an end.
"Let's go!"
The fifth brother waved his hand and spoke softly.
"Go see that old man and see if he wants to join our funeral band. I have no problem letting him be the captain in the future."
The other old men nodded one after another.
It is tacitly accepted that the person who can play "A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" to such a level must have gone through a very long period of training and must be an old man with white hair.
In their minds, they had even pictured the image of the old man playing "A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix".
He has white hair and a fairy-like appearance.
Holding a suona in his hand.
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In Uncle Yu’s mourning hall.
Everyone in Hujia Village looked at Hu Yibao who put down the suona from his mouth.
Hu Yibao played "A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" three times in a row. The timbre sounded the same each time, but it seemed to be getting better and better each time!
Hundreds of birds flying into the room were singing in unison along with "A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix", and the birds with brightly colored feathers were dancing along with it.
And at this time.
The chirping of all the birds in the room quieted down as "A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" came to an end.
You can hear a pin drop.
Hu Yibao stood in the middle and gently touched the head of the thrush on his shoulder. The thrush looked extremely enjoying it and even rubbed the palm of Hu Yibao's hand with its furry head.
The other birds looked at the thrush with envy in their eyes.
At this moment, everyone's heart was greatly shaken.
In front of Uncle Yu’s funeral hall.
The elders from the funeral band finally showed up.
The fifth brother looked at Hu Yibao, who was guarded by hundreds of birds in the middle of the mourning hall, with a shocked expression.
"Fuck, so young!"
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