Fang Buyu walked to the stage and looked at him with internationally famous musicians watching him, his calves were already trembling slightly. He had not participated in international performances and had never been so nervous.

I had insomnia last night, and today the teacher was teaching him some skills urgently, but he didn't have a rest. He was nervous and didn't have a good rest, which made him feel a little dizzy.

But at this time, he was no longer allowed to stand in the middle of the stage, ignored the others who were provoking, took a deep breath, and suppressed the tension in his heart to calm himself down.

"Fang Buyu, the suona carries the sedan chair as a solo."

Fang Buyu glanced at the audience and saw Ye Mingxuan nodding to him and quietly giving him a thumbs up, and calmed down slightly.

"Xiaoxuan, Fang Buyu's suona is very good." The song of carrying a sedan chair is cheerful and humorous, and Xiaolang couldn't help but beat it.

"Brother Lang, there are problems when choosing songs. There are always no sad songs that make people remember. Moreover, his mental state is not good." Ye Mingxuan shook his head and continued, "Brother Lang, listen carefully. Every time you breathe, there is a relatively obvious pause. The song of carrying a sedan chair basically does not use the circulating ventilation method. Brother Fang is a manifestation of insufficient breath, and there will be problems later."

"Circulating ventilation method? I have heard of chest and abdominal breathing. What is circulation breathing?" Xiaolang asked curiously.

"The circulating breathing method requires colleagues who have their nose to breathe with their mouths to exhale to ensure that they have enough breath to play the suona. Brother Fang may not be familiar with this technique. Look, he will sweat every time he plays a little longer." Ye Mingxuan signaled Xiaolang to look at Fang Buyu's forehead.

Xiaolang observed carefully: "It's true, is Xiao Fang's performance hanging this time?"

As soon as Xiaolang finished speaking, Fang Buyu made a very obvious mistake. He paused during the blowing process. Although people who don’t understand couldn’t hear anything, these wind music masters must have heard it.

Ye Mingxuan looked around, and indeed many people were already frowning.

"Brother Lang, can you hear Brother Fang's mistake just now?" Ye Mingxuan asked with a frown.

"What mistake? Isn't this a good thing to brag now?" Xiaolang asked with a tight look.

"It's nothing." After saying that, he stopped talking. Looking at Fang Buyu on the stage, Ye Mingxuan felt that it was necessary to remind him, otherwise it would be really hanging.

Fang Buyu was already a little confused at this time. The mistake just now was too obvious. His teacher was in the backstage and could only look at Ye Mingxuan in the audience, hoping that Ye Mingxuan could give him some confidence.

Seeing Fang Buyu turn to him, he had an idea and pointed at his nose and mouth at the same time, and took a deep breath. Fang Buyu on the stage saw Ye Mingxuan's movements, and his eyes lit up. He nodded while playing the suona.

Fang Buyu's breath gradually stabilized, and Ye Mingxuan breathed a sigh of relief.

"If nothing unexpected happens, it should be considered a draw. Brother Fang takes advantage of the volume of the instrument. If they are both suona, Brother Fang will lose." Ye Mingxuan said with a smile. As long as you keep it steady and don't have any problems, tomorrow will be the home court of suona.

"Xiao Fang's breath is very good!" Xiao Lang said in confusion. He heard Ye Mingxuan say that Fang Buyu made a mistake. He turned around and thought that the wind music masters around him looked at him. He was indeed frowning, and his face was not very good. I don't know why everyone has relaxed again now.

"I just reminded him to pay attention to using circulating breathing method to make up for the shortcomings in his breath." Ye Mingxuan explained.

Xiaolang nodded.

As Fang Buyu's performance approached, Ye Mingxuan became more and more relaxed. Fang Buyu on the stage also felt relieved. His current idea was to not seek merit but to seek no mistakes. As long as he did not make any mistakes, he would be satisfied.

"It's okay, it's pretty good." Xiaolang said to Ye Mingxuan in a low voice.

"Yes, OK, yes~" Ye Mingxuan didn't finish his words, and then heard a "puff" sound. He quickly looked at the stage.

At this time, Fang Buyu was embarrassed and at a loss. The last breath broke and leaked out from his mouth. This was the biggest mistake of wind music. Anyone with a little level would not have such a huge mistake.

The entire venue was in an uproar.

The stage was laughing, and the opponent scolded Fang Buyu, and even pointed at Fang Buyu's suona. Although he didn't say anything bad, the other party's mocking of his instrument was even more unacceptable than pointing at his nose to scold him.

Ye Mingxuan could even hear the discussion around him in the audience.

"Is this the suona? The sound is quite loud and very happy." His tone was full of disdain.

"It should be pretty good. If this person hadn't made such a big mistake, it should be pretty good." Another voice said in a while. "Speak quietly, this is at the home court."

It is unknown whether the reason for this sentence is impartial or other reasons.

Ye Mingxuan's face looked very ugly. He had already reminded Fang Buyu, but unexpectedly there was still something wrong. Ye Mingxuan's comments were heard in his ears, just like talking about himself, which made him uncontrollable anger.

I wanted to stand up several times, but Xiaolang was tightly grabbed.

"Xiaoxuan, don't be impulsive. Today is just an appetizer. You serve today. What should I do tomorrow?" Xiaolang persuaded. Although he was not feeling well, he had to control Ye Mingxuan: "Xiaoxuan, tomorrow's wind master's level is much higher than today's. Tomorrow do you want Dizi and Xiao to compete with other people's saxophone trombone?"

Seeing Ye Mingxuan gradually calm down, Xiaolang continued: "Although I don't know much about wind music, the volume of Xiao Di and other saxophone in traditional instruments is not comparable to the length and length of saxophone. In terms of emotional expression, most of the instruments in our country are relatively restrained, but the West does not eat this at all. Apart from your suona, what other instruments do you think are competent?"

"Brother Lang, I just feel uncomfortable. They scolded the suona but it just couldn't be done." Ye Mingxuan sat down angrily, looking at Fang Buyu with disappointment.

"I know, so you have to do your best tomorrow to show them good looks and let them have a long experience." Xiaolang said along Ye Mingxuan. Xiaolang knew that Ye Mingxuan was the only successor of the suona craftsman, and his love for suona was stronger than anyone else.

Shi Haishan in the backstage saw Xiaolang persuade Ye Mingxuan to breathe a sigh of relief. If Ye Mingxuan came on stage today, Ye Mingxuan would not be qualified to play tomorrow. This is the rule. Without Ye Mingxuan, who can be competent for the erhu suona?

After such a big thing happened, Old Ye, who was sitting in front, was also a little anxious. The longer Fang Buyu stayed on the stage, the greater the impact. He quickly waved his hand at Shi Haishan in the backstage.

Shi Haishan called out to the young man who was about to play the flute: "Go up and replace Fang Buyu. Go quickly."

He should have been on the stage, but when this happened, he was a little at a loss. He didn't see who it was when he heard the reminder. He hurriedly went on stage, pulled Fang Buyu and stood in the middle of the stage.
Chapter completed!