"Is it that song? Does Ye Mingxuan want to play that song?"

"It should be. Look at his seriousness, only Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix can make him do this."

"It has been lost for decades. Are you finally going to see the light of day again?"

"I told my grandfather Ye Mingxuan to blow a hundred birds to pay homage to the phoenix. My grandfather is now staring at the live broadcast screen with all his attention, urging me to fast forward."

"I'm the same world and the same grandfather. How should I explain to my grandfather if I'm tired?"

Ye Mingxuan's suona sound sounded, and the prelude part did not sound different. He only imitated a kind of bird's call. Although it required superb skills, other instruments also had songs that imitated animals, which were not outstanding.

As the song progressed, everyone's eyes widened, from the beginning of a single bird to the countless bird songs now. If it is surprising to imitate the bird song.

Then the loud and clear phoenix sound was completely shocked by everyone. With the phoenix sound, hundreds of birds sing together, many without any confusion. All the birds sing were worshipping the phoenix sound.

Ito was not concerned at first, but now he was wiping the sweat on his face, his fingers were trembling. He was afraid, and his heartfelt fear. How could anyone use suona so well?

As the imitation of birds sounds more and more, if you look closely, you will find that outside the glass window above the concert hall is full of various birds, and they are chirping with Ye Mingxuan's suona.

Augustine collapsed on the chair as if she had been drained from strength, her lips trembled, and looked at Ye Mingxuan with regret and unwillingness. This is not a small character, it is simply a musical god walking in the world.

Chen Yongjun is an old man in his seventies. He likes to drink tea when he is free. Today, he heard his grandson say that Ye Mingxuan's young man was going to play the phoenix that had been lost for decades at the international music exchange meeting, so he was concerned.

Hundred birds and phoenixes heard it in the countryside when he was middle-aged and he kept thinking about it. I thought I would never have the chance to hear it again, but I didn’t expect that I would be lucky to listen to it once today.

When Chen Yongjun heard the prelude, he was excited. It was this smell. That’s right, it was a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix.

As the song was played, Chen Yongjun looked at the thrush he raised in shock and screamed with Ye Mingxuan's play on the TV. There was no harmony, and if he didn't even look at it with his eyes, he could not tell that the bird was a real song, and that was played by the suona.

"Grandson, grandpa has no regrets in this life." Chen Yongjun said with emotion to his grandson.

"Grandpa, what did you say? Grandpa, I still miss you for a long life!"

"It's different, different. Even before this song was lost, it was rare. Our generation's biggest wish after leaving is to send a hundred birds to the phoenix. Unfortunately, a hundred birds to the phoenix are not good and virtuous people."

"Grandpa, since Ye Mingxuan has played this song, there must be an electronic version of the audio source after the exchange meeting. If you want to listen, your grandson will just play it for you."

There are not many elderly people like Chen Yongjun, and many elderly people have never had the honor to hear about them in their entire lives.

After Ye Mingxuan finished blowing the birds to pay homage to the phoenix, he did not hear the applause he imagined, but a burst of exclamations.

"Look at the skylight above the concert hall."

As everyone looked at them, the skylight was filled with birds, and even though the suona had been played, they were reluctant to leave for a long time.

"How do you describe this song in damn English?"

"Maybe this song was created by God, right? Damn, I can't find any words to praise this song, perfect? ​​Wonderful? Shet, why can't I speak Chinese?"

"Ye, you are a music elf, sure, then you must be an elf from the God of Music School." Paganini was so excited that she couldn't control herself. She was trembling when she walked. Ye Mingxuan looked flushed and looked frightened. She was really afraid that this music giant would be accidentally sent away by a hundred birds to the phoenix.

As Paganini finished speaking, the audience shouted "Music Elf". From the initial noise to the final neat shouting, Ye Mingxuan was also excited.

"Mr. Paganini, you are joking. The music elves are not qualified yet." Ito said anxiously when he heard Paganini's praise of Ye Mingxuan. It really confirmed Ye Mingxuan's title as the music elves. What kind of face does he have to show his face?

Paganini didn't even look at Ito, raised Ye Mingxuan's hand and announced loudly: "Hua Guoye, music elves."

"Music Elf"

"Music Elf"

There were shouts of approval in the audience.

"Mr. Ye, this song is definitely a cultural treasure of mankind. I would think that the International Musicians Association proposes to include this song in a hundred classic songs, and your instruments." Paganini did not know the suona and looked at Ye Mingxuan hesitantly.

“Sumona.”

"And your suona is a musical treasure, so you must keep it well." Paganini has already regarded Ye Mingxuan as a musician of the same status and used honorific words to you.

Ye Mingxuan nodded seriously. We have lost too many cultural treasures over the past few thousand years. Although the country has begun to pay attention to cultural protection over the years, there are still some musical styles and some folk arts slowly disappear.

Only by letting young people learn and understand these slowly disappearing cultural treasures regain their vitality. What dogmas will he no longer deliberately abide by this song in the future, so that more people can learn this song so that he can better protect this song from being lost.

Ye Mingxuan didn't say anything after the subsequent communication. Ito felt that his clothes were soaked, not hot, but frightened, regretful, and angry that he wanted to provoke such an existence. Feeling Ye Mingxuan's seemingly gaze, Ito quietly moved his chair back.

Daniel moved his seat to Ye Mingxuan and chattered. Ye Mingxuan was a little tired and didn't want to pay attention to him. However, Liu Xianhua and Daniel whispered to each other, not knowing what to say.

Finally, the exchange meeting ended. As soon as Ye Mingxuan sat up, media from various countries surrounded Ye Mingxuan and were stung in a mess. Various microphones poked his face, making it painful.

Ye Mingxuan pressed his hand, but Ken had no effect at all, but Mr. Paganini could not stand it and saved it for him.

"Dear media friends, Mr. Ye is already very tired. Everyone can maintain order. Can an orderly interview be done?" Although Paganini's tone was calm, she had an unquestionable smell.

After all, Paganini is a music giant and an elderly man. The media is very calming down.

When interviewing, you must choose the media of your own country, and Chinese TV station must be the first.

"Mr. Ye Mingxuan, what do you think of his performance in the entire exchange meeting?"

Ye Mingxuan smiled shyly: "It should be okay?"

"Mr. Paganini praised you as a musical elves. How do you feel?"

"Ah? I dare not think or think, then I dare to think of this. I am just a little artist who plays suona. Mr. Paganini is just polite." It is not like the sharpness at the exchange meeting. Now Ye Mingxuan is completely a shy and shy boy.

"It's not polite. I will officially propose the title of music elves at the Musicians Association." Paganini patted Ye Mingxuan on the shoulder and looked at him encouragingly.

"Mr. Ye Mingxuan, will you work in music-related jobs in the future?" a foreign media asked first.

Ye Mingxuan glanced at the media and was slightly disliked, but he still said with a smile: "My job is an actor, thank you."

"Mr. Ye"
Chapter completed!