This is the sound of the erhu.
It was not as bad as they imagined.
Even the urgent sound that suddenly emerged from the erhu made everyone's heartstrings tense.
Just the beginning creates a sense of tension, as if it really is like the name of "Horse Racing Song".
Similarly, when Hu Yibao's erhu played the "Horse Racing Song" rapidly, Berg, who was behind him, glanced at Hu Yibao's back and also sped up his violin playing.
As a musical genius, it is naturally impossible for Berg to lag behind Hu Yibao on this stage that attracts the attention of the world.
What's more, in his opinion, "Horse Racing Song" is suitable for the erhu, and it is also very suitable for his violin. After all, they are both string instruments.
The rapid sounds of Hu Yibao's erhu and Berg's violin made Zack, who was sitting in front of the piano, excited. A bold smile appeared on his face, and his fingertips moved across the keys like flowing water.
The music of "Horse Racing Song" on the piano gradually took on the momentum of a galloping war horse.
The audience couldn't help but lean forward slightly, looking intently at Hu Yibao and the others, listening to the music from three instruments, playing the same tune, rushing through their ears.
Both Zuckerberg and Berg performed the "Horse Racing Song" at their best.
But at the moment, the sounds produced by the three instruments are almost evenly matched.
The erhu, which only has two strings, has undergone a change that subverted their ideas in the hands of Hu Yibao.
At this moment, their previous prejudices about the erhu have been completely abandoned.
Everyone watched, and in their hearts they were also silently sighing.
"I never thought that the Chinese erhu would be so amazing."
'The music produced by these two strings is surprisingly comparable to that of the piano and violin.'
'This... With my eyes closed, I feel as if I am really here at this moment, at the horse racing scene, and even riding a racehorse.'
"I'm so shocked! Just one song can make me feel like I'm at a racetrack."
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Huaxia Live Room.
When the host heard the prelude of "Horse Racing Song", his voice immediately became excited.
"Although I don't understand music, I can tell that the erhu brings 'Horse Racing Song' to life."
"Looking at the reactions of the audience, you can tell how shocked they are at that moment."
"There's no doubt that this time, Mr. Hu Yibao has successfully promoted the erhu, our Chinese national musical instrument..."
The host was a little excited, but even more excited were the Chinese netizens who were watching the live broadcast.
"Brother Bao is awesome! He really used the erhu to create a racetrack-like experience."
"My family lives on the prairie and has over a hundred horses at home. From now on, when I listen to 'Horse Racing Song', I feel like I'm releasing ten thousand horses!"
"It's just the beginning, and it's already exploded. What will happen next?"
"My scalp is tingling. What kind of divine composer could have created this 'Horse Racing Song'?"
As the music of "Horse Racing Song" gradually becomes faster.
Everyone's pupils gradually widened.
Zack's fingers were already on the keys, turning into a shadow, and Berg's bow was already moving up and down rapidly with his right hand, and the speed had obviously reached the fastest.
Hu Yibao, sitting on a chair, looked at the audience with an expression that was different from Berg's passion and Zack's excitement. It was more of a calm and indifferent expression.
But his fingers were also flying quickly across the two strings of the erhu.
But it gives people a very smart feeling.
The bow in his hand wanders over the two strings of the erhu as if strolling in the garden.
The sound of the erhu, despite being surrounded by the piano and violin, is not at all timid and always shows its uniqueness.
Even in terms of momentum, it has gradually become the leader.
With the erhu's sudden burst of high-pitched and rapid music, the sound instantly drowned out the piano and violin, and echoed alone in the concert hall.
Hu Yibao created the momentum of a galloping horse with just two strings.
Bringing more and more spectators to the horse racing scene.
Closing their eyes, listening to the sound of the erhu, it seemed as if each of them was riding a racehorse, galloping across the field. The audience's emotions were aroused and gradually became more and more excited.
Silent exclamations continued to echo deep in my heart.
"It's really so passionate. I've never heard such passionate music before."
"Is this the Chinese instrument, the erhu, and the Chinese 'Horse Racing Song'? It's truly unforgettable."
"What's going on? I feel like I'm riding a horse across the grassland, galloping across it."
Zack looked at Hu Yibao's back in shock. At this moment, he felt like he was looking up to a mountain. But even so, his ten fingers did not stop, and he even played the "Horse Racing Song" at a faster speed.
But Zack gradually felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.
He and Hu Yibao were like two racehorses, running side by side at the beginning, but as time went on, Hu Yibao's horse ran farther and farther away, and no matter how hard he tried to catch up, he could not close the distance.
Berg also felt the same as Zack.
When he was playing "Horse Racing Song", he was not only looking at Hu Yibao's back, but also observing the audience.
At this time, almost everyone's eyes were on Hu Yibao, not him and Zack.
It was obvious that Hu Yibao conquered the audience with his erhu.
There is no second to martial arts, and the same is true for music competing on the same stage.
"We can't lose like this!!"
Berg gritted his teeth and moved faster.
“Buzz!!”
But because the speed was too fast, with the breaking of a string, the sound of the violin ended silently in the concert hall.
Hu Yibao and Berg apparently heard the sudden disappearance of the violin sound, but didn't think much about it.
The Horse Racing Song continues.
But at this time, the sound of the piano has become the dubbing of the erhu.
The sound of galloping horses gradually faded from the erhu, as if the horse race had come to an end.
“Wheeze!!”
The next moment, a burst of loud horse hooves suddenly sounded in the concert hall.
Like a champion racehorse that has won a victory, it raises its front hooves, roars to the sky, and is proud and arrogant.
This is the sound produced by Hu Yibao on the erhu. It is not background music, but it is so real that it is hard to tell whether it is real or fake.
The sound of the erhu gradually faded away.
Everyone in the concert hall stood up excitedly.
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