"Why!"
Looking at the noisy crowd around him, even one or two Nobel Prize winners joined in the booing, Hu Yibao had no choice but to sigh deeply and nod helplessly.
"All right!"
"I'll play a song."
"However, I hope everyone can keep quiet because it will disturb others."
Hu Yibao had just finished speaking.
The scene instantly fell silent, and everyone looked at Hu Yibao expectantly.
All the cell phone cameras were pointed at Hu Yibao.
In this regard, Hu Yibao could only acquiesce helplessly.
Hu Yibao turned to Academician Zhang Yi and said, "Academician Zhang, can you lend me your erhu?"
"Of course no problem!" Academician Zhang Yi agreed readily. He had never doubted Hu Yibao's erhu playing ability.
Academician Zhang Yi was very curious about what kind of erhu music a person who could play "A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" to perfection would play.
Taking the erhu, Hu Yibao glanced at the people around him and said, "The next erhu piece I'm going to play is called 'Erquan Yingyue'."
This is the erhu piece rewarded by the system. Hu Yibao has never performed it in front of other people, so this time, it can be regarded as his first performance.
"Erquan Yingyue?" Academician Zhang Yi muttered to himself. He had never heard of this piece of music before he changed his mind and said, "It must be an erhu piece composed by Teacher Hu."
Academician Zhang Yi also admires Hu Yibao's musical attainments.
Opposite the door.
Seeing that the scene had quieted down and no one was talking anymore, Zack's expression relaxed slightly. He then turned around and prepared to close the door to continue his final meeting with the members of the "Dawn" band before the performance.
At this time.
A burst of erhu sound came from the opposite side and entered Zack's ears.
The sad music seemed to instantly penetrate into his soul, causing Zack, the captain of [Chenxi] who had been known as a "musical prodigy" since childhood, to feel his soul tremble slightly in an instant.
His movement on the door handle paused.
As the sound of the erhu gradually rises, a feeling of sadness and pain gradually rises from the heart. This is a kind of emotional resonance. Even people who don’t understand music can feel an incomparable sadness in the sound of the erhu.
A hint of shock gradually appeared on Zack's face.
“This kind of music…”
"What kind of tragic circumstances would allow one to create such a work?"
"Also, Hu Yibao's music performance has reached this level!"
As a musical prodigy, Zack has some knowledge of musical instruments from around the world. He has even included the Chinese erhu in his band's performances, and the player is also a world-class erhu player.
But in terms of erhu playing skills, no one can compare with Hu Yibao, who is almost a god.
At least that's what Zack sounded like at this time and place.
Unparalleled, a work of genius.
Not only Zach, but everyone in the band [Chenxi] had some unpleasant memories pouring out of their minds during the sad and soothing "Erquan Yingyue". A hint of sadness gradually appeared in their expressions.
They had never heard such sad and soul-touching music.
They listened quietly.
The emotions of everyone around Hu Yibao gradually changed.
Silent, speechless, sad.
It became the main tone behind the Nobel Prize ceremony at this moment.
As the last long tail tune of the erhu came to an end, Hu Yibao came back to his senses from playing "Erquan Yingyue" and looked up at the silent surroundings.
Everyone looked sad, but their expressions were different.
Some people closed their eyes, tears already sliding down from the corners of their eyes.
Some people stared at the ceiling with wide eyes, their eyes red.
Some people looked hesitant and stared blankly at the air.
Hu Yibao didn't bother them because he played so well.
"Erquan Yingyue" is a piece of music with infinite sadness. In addition, I have reached the level of the god of erhu. With the blessing of this "BUFF", everyone who hears this song can feel the emotions in the music and be immersed in it. It is a piece of cake.
However, the silence was soon broken.
There was an excited shout from outside.
“Mr. Hu!!”
"Mr. Hu!"
"I'm Zach, the leader of the band Dawn, which will be performing the music for the Nobel Prize ceremony. Can I meet you?"
The loud shouting brought everyone at the scene back to their senses, and when they looked at Hu Yibao again, their eyes were full of admiration.
“Pah pah pah!”
Warm applause then broke out around Hu Yibao and lasted for a long time.
"I have never heard such sad music. Just now, I seemed to feel my spirit entering a special space. It was very desolate there, and I was standing there alone." James said to Hu Yibao excitedly.
He believed that Hu Yibao's "Erquan Yingyue" had successfully brought him into a spiritual world.
This is an experience I have never had before.
It gave him more inspiration in his literary creation.
Lawrence grabbed Hu Yibao's hand with his own hand, which was red from clapping, and said excitedly.
"Mr. Hu, your talent in music truly astonishes me."
"It was no longer just an auditory feast, but more of a spiritual nectar. It had been a long time since I had experienced music that moved me so much."
He didn't expect that Hu Yibao was not only so magical in playing the suona, but also could play the erhu so spiritually.
At this moment, in Lawrence's eyes, Hu Yibao has become the incarnation of the God of Music.
At the same time, his curiosity about Chinese culture has reached an unprecedented peak.
Other Nobel Prize winners and everyone at the scene also expressed their praise for Hu Yibao generously.
“I just listened to ‘Erquan Yingyue’ and it was truly a wonderful journey.”
“I’ve never heard such beautiful music.”
"Is this the Chinese musical instrument, the erhu? With just two strings, it can produce such sad music."
"'Erquan Yingyue', I really felt like I was sitting in front of a jar of spring water, with a bright moon above my head, listening to the sound of the spring water alone."
"Mr. Hu, you are definitely a world music master!"
The praises are increasing.
Everyone looked at Hu Yibao excitedly.
In Europe, most of those who can work as waiters or security guards at the Nobel Prize ceremony are middle-class elites who have been influenced by music since childhood.
The ability to appreciate is naturally extraordinary.
At this time, the sound that started outside the crowd became louder.
"Mr. Hu, I want to be your student!"
“I want to play the erhu!!”
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