Chapter 195

(on the third floor of Tianlai musical instrument shop, the spacious hall is paved with antique log floors, and the ceiling is hung with luxurious and beautiful crystal chandeliers. The overall professional style is European style, giving people a noble and elegant feeling. Not counting the people in the soundproof room, there are more than ten people in the hall, including men and women. There are not many young people, most of them are middle-aged people, some holding a guitar in their hands, and some sitting in front of the piano.

They come from all over China. They are all members of the Music Association. Each of them has real skills. Some of them play the piano well and some of them play the guitar well. In the music circle, these two kinds of instruments are also the most popular. The piano takes a high-end route and is deeply loved by dignitaries. It is an indispensable weapon in high-end hotels or clubs. The guitar is the common people's route. It's a must for folk singers. There are three treasures in folk songs. Women, North and south, and food are not enough.

At this time, the person who is playing music is a young girl. She is not playing guitar or piano, but playing flute. Her hands holding a short Xiao across the mouth, red lips slightly pursed, a wisp of breath through the small hole of the white jade short Xiao, turned into a repeated light sound floating out, melodious and elegant, let people listen to the spring breeze, intoxicating and intoxicating.

When Mu Qiu and Wen Wanrou follow Zhang Shaohua to the third floor, they just hear the girl playing the flute. The people inside notice them, and then quickly draw back their eyes and focus on the girl's music.

Zhang Shaohua, enjoying himself, said, "isn't that nice? That girl's name is Tong Qu. Strictly speaking, she is a member of our music association, because her main occupation is composing lyrics and music. She is very famous in the entertainment industry. Many singers ask for a date with her. Recently, she happened to come to the capital. A member of the association who was sitting there had some friendship with her, so she was invited to attend the music appreciation meeting. It's a perfect girl. She's not only beautiful, but also brilliant. She plays Xiao so well. "

He sighed, and then said to Mu Qiu and gentle judo, "you two can sit anywhere. If you can, please try to keep quiet. I don't have any problem, but you know that some people who play art are inevitably different in character. Some of them don't like noise very much. I hope you can bear it more."

Mu Qiu nodded and smile: "OK, let's sit here for a while. It's also wonderful to listen to such a good tune by the way."

Zhang Shaohua smiles and nods, goes over there, finds a seat, sits in the crowd and quietly appreciates the childlike sound.

Muqiu takes wenwanrou to sit aside. Wenwanrou makes a little noise when she takes the stool. It's not too loud, but it's still very clear in this room. Wenwanrou suddenly gets nervous, but there are not many people in the Music Association. Only a man who looks about 30 years old frowns and looks at this side discontentedly, and then draws back his eyes.

They quietly listen to the sound of childish fun, and soon the sound ends, and several people clap their hands one after another.

A middle-aged woman praised: "Xiao is a traditional Chinese musical instrument inherited from ancient times to the present. Like guzheng and pipa, it can play the most original and antique music. Unfortunately, these musical instruments have declined. It's really gratifying that you can play Xiao so well."

Tong Qu said with a smile: "Chairman Liu, I'm just an amateur. I can't compare with you."

A man in his 40s said with a smile: "Tong Tong, you are modest. Your talent in the entertainment industry is well known. You are always the top level in composing words and music. It's a pity that you are all in this field. If you can put all your mind on this flute and join the Music Association, you will definitely have great attainments in the near future."

Another person said with a smile: "brother Dong, children's status in the entertainment industry is not low. There's no need to come here to work hard. Tong Tong also said that this is interest. We can't force others to make trouble."

Dong Ge smiles and shakes his head: "I know. It's just a pity."

Tong Qu said with a smile: "ah, what a pity. Although I don't play musical instruments, I really like playing flute. If you look up to me, I will play flute for you when I have time."

"Ha ha, that's nice."

"Well, of all the ancient musical instruments, only children's fun is your rustle, which makes me feel most pleasant."

"Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer such pure rhythms. It's a pity."

Everyone is sighing, sighing is the appreciation and recognition of children's fun, however, there is no lack of a kind of existence called mouse dung in any circle, they always want to attract attention by doing things, such as now - the man who just turned back and glared at the gentle soft one opened his mouth, the tone is indifferent and slightly stiff.

"Xiao is really good, but now it's the era of popular musical instruments, such as Pipa and Xiao, and they can't be too popular. We just have fun in private. There's no need to praise them too much. After all, I've never seen anyone play the lute in any international concert. In today's music circle, the dominant position of piano is still unshakable. Compared with this kind of worthless instrument, I prefer piano. "

His bland energy of speaking and Zhang Shaohua's gentlemanly demeanor are not of the same level, and it sounds very disgusting. Originally, everyone was praising children's interest, and Xiao was really good at playing. In this era when classical musical instruments are gradually forgotten, she can definitely deserve the praise of these professionals.

But there are always some people who can't see others well, and always want to use the weapon of language to attack others, as if this can make him have how much satisfaction. Obviously, the person who doesn't look at the atmosphere is just like that.

The original relaxed atmosphere suddenly became stiff, children's interest pursed lips, silent, smiling face disappeared, but also did not show angry look. Other people are coincidentally frowned.

It seems that Dong Ge, a middle-aged man in his 40s, is a good friend of Tongqu. This time, he specially invited Tongqu to come after learning that Tongqu was in Beijing. Originally, other people had no obligation and responsibility to play flute for them. They didn't even have to come here. But in order to give his friend a face, they came here to play flute for everyone.

How nice the blow is. For the time being, to say that someone has come here on purpose is to make people feel blocked by all kinds of attacks.

Dong Ge was angry, and his face was obviously angry: "Zhou zewen, what do you mean?".