The master of Chinese quintessence who started from the life he longed for

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Huang Lei, He Jiong and Peng Yuchang all held their breaths and looked at Lin Wu quietly, waiting and looking forward to Lin Wu's performance.

Lin Wu sat up and picked up the erhu that the program team had placed on the cabinet nearby.

His hands gently touched and supported the erhu, as if he were touching and supporting a peerless beauty.

If you want to truly understand a piece of music, you must fall in love with its own instrument. This is an ancient truth.

What's more, this erhu was made by Lin Wu himself

"Teacher He and Teacher Huang, just in time, I will take this opportunity to use our live broadcast room to promote what the erhu, one of the quintessences of our Chinese culture, is."

Lin Wu sat upright on the stool, with his back upright and sitting upright at one-third of the stool. The midline of his body was slanted to the left so that the center fell on his left side.

This is the correct sitting posture for playing the erhu..

Sitting upright, holding the erhu, Lin Wu took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

There was silence in the mushroom house.

One second!

Two seconds!

Three seconds!

……

Almost ten seconds later, Lin Wu opened his eyes, with a serious face and solemn eyes, staring at the live broadcast camera in front of him.

"Erhu began in the Tang Dynasty, when it was called"Xi Qin". It has a history of more than a thousand years. It is one of our traditional Chinese stringed instruments. It began in the Tang Dynasty, flourished in the Ming Dynasty and declined in modern times.……"

"Nowadays, there are only a few hundred people who can play the Erhu skillfully. You must not think that a few hundred people are a lot. Let me tell you this. Every year, no, no, no, every month, we in China become Thousands of children choose to learn violin, cello and piano, but there are very few who are willing to learn erhu. Only one or two will appear in a few months or even a year!"

"If nothing changes, once the older generation of erhu masters pass away, it is estimated that within a few years, this Chinese classical instrument with a history of more than a thousand years will be completely lost.……"

Lin Wu's voice became deeper and hoarse the more he spoke, and the atmosphere in the entire mushroom room and even the entire live broadcast room became depressing.

"Wuwuwuwu, I don’t know why, but listening to little brother Lin Wu’s words, I feel heartbroken for no reason!"

"Erhu, our traditional Chinese musical instrument and one of the quintessences of our country, has it reached this point?"

"Tears! I cried out of nowhere!"

"Lin Wu's words are too sensational, but they are indeed the truth!"

"Alas, it was okay in the past few years. There were still several music universities in China that taught Erhu music, but in recent years, it seems that they have all been closed down!"

"Why should it be shut down? ? Why! ?"

"Because no one wants to learn! Because we can’t recruit students! Because students are learning violin, cello, and piano!"

"……"

The atmosphere in the live broadcast room was particularly depressing. Since Lin Wu started talking about the history and current situation of Erhu, the number of barrages has dropped by more than half, but the number of people online in real time in the live broadcast room has not decreased, but is steadily increasing!

After Lin Wu said those words, he stopped talking.

Inside the mushroom house, it suddenly became quiet. gradually, gradually

The bow pulled by Lin Wu.

The soothing, bright and powerful erhu sound sounded in the mushroom house.

It is obviously such a positive and sunny tone, but because of the melody played by Lin Wula, it becomes extremely depressing, sad and mournful.

Sad and profound!

The variations are sometimes quiet and sometimes restless, and the music is sometimes deep and sometimes exciting.

Huang Lei, He Jiong, Peng Yuchang, the director and everyone else in the mushroom room, including of course the audience who were quietly listening to Lin Wu's performance in front of the screen, clenched their fists and looked sad.

They looked at Lin Wu and listened to this sad tune, as if they had traveled through a thousand years of time and came to the Tang Dynasty, the earliest era of the erhu.

Zhenguan Tang Dynasty, Haohao Tianwei!

Erhu gradually prospered with the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty.

After the Tang Dynasty, there was the Song Dynasty.

After the Song Dynasty, came the Yuan Dynasty.

After the Yuan Dynasty, came the Ming Dynasty.

Erhu developed to the peak of its life during the Ming Dynasty.

In the streets and alleys, between the government and the public, the sound of the erhu is echoing everywhere.

This is the pinnacle of Erhu!

Lin Wu pulled the bow faster and faster, faster and faster, faster and faster, faster and faster, faster and faster!!!!!!!!

The voice is getting sharper and shriller!

However.

Everything must be reversed.

After the Ming Dynasty, came the Qing Dynasty.

Lin Wu's movement of playing the piano suddenly stopped.

The sound stopped.

Everyone came to their senses one after another.

Before they could react to what happened, Lin Wu pulled the bowstring again.

Slowly, slowly, the originally exciting erhu sound suddenly slowed down and became extremely slow.

Like an old man in his twilight years, like an old man who has lost all his family members, he is precarious and confused. at last.

The sound of the erhu became smaller and smaller, until it disappeared.

Inside the mushroom house, everything was quiet.

Huang Lei, He Jiong, and Peng Yuchang were sitting cross-legged on the blanket in the living room, dumbfounded, and the corners of everyone's eyes were glowing red. even!

Lin Wu could see traces of long-dried tears on the cheeks of Huang Lei and He Jiong.

It's not just them.

Not far away, the director, conductor and all the staff of the program team were all confused and full of sadness. in front of the screen.

Each and every audience member clenched their fists, their eyes were red and dull.

They were still immersed in the time and space created by Lin Wu using the erhu, unable to extricate themselves.

This is the power of Erhu!

This is the power of Erhu master!