"Then...what musical instrument is it?" Wang Haixia asked.

Looking at the man's back as he turned to leave, on board the Zhongjun, even Wang Haixia, who was blaming the sky, the ground, and the air, could not think of blaming anyone at all.

Although, even he could hear some flaws in this man's playing.

But this kind of courage is enough to make people respect him.

"It's Duxianqin, a national musical instrument of the Jing people." Gu Xiaobai said.

He knows this kind of instrument because he studied a large number of instruments when he was restoring the instrument.

But he didn't understand the music played by this man.

But he could tell that it should be a traditional ancient tune.

Guqin, ancient music.

The sound of the piano is melodious and the tune is gentle.

To be honest, at this moment, Gu Xiaobai's heart was actually very complicated.

To others, China, Japan, South Korea and Vietnam are four countries.

But from a historical perspective, look at the past through the eyes of Gongzi Xiaobai 2,700 years ago, Huo Qubing 2,100 years ago, and Hua Xiaobai 600 years ago.

It's just a tree trunk with four branches.

Once upon a time, the far East was a golden land that Westerners dreamed of, and it was the pinnacle of civilization.

But over the past few hundred years, we have fallen behind and been beaten.

We have to learn from Western experience and Western culture.

Japan had the Meiji Restoration, and China and South Korea had struggled for hundreds of years and finally risen again.

Now, the other three countries have once again stood on top of the world.

They have become the second, third, and eleventh economies in the world respectively.

However, Vietnam, with a population of 100 million, is still struggling in the 40s and 50s, and cannot even solve the problem of domestic food and clothing.

In fact, Gu Xiaobai also feels the same way about this kind of thing.

Once upon a time, when our ancestors were unable to resist the Western offensive, they could only use the things of their ancestors to resist.

Ancient culture, ancient achievements, ancient glory...

Isn't that a kind of helplessness and despair?

Once upon a time, when our ancestors stepped onto an American warship, they were so envious that they almost shed tears, and they wanted to burst into tears when they came back.

Then, generations after generations of people suppressed it together and formed the navy that is now making dumplings.

But the rise of Japan, South Korea and China is all due to the wave of "economic globalization" and "global industrial chain".

Now, more and more countries in the world have realized that basic industries are missing and everything else is just castles in the air, so they have begun the wave of "anti-globalization" and moved a large number of jobs back to their home countries.

Can the development opportunities Vietnam needs still wait?

Maybe I won't be able to wait any longer.

In this world, after all, there is only one number one.

After all, some people can only be the poor students in the back row.

There is only so much space for survival, and there will always be a fight to the death.

Gu Xiaobai looked at the stubborn and brave man in front of him who bowed and apologized, as if he had seen China in the past.

After the man bowed, he turned around and walked away, carrying his simple duxianqin.

Then, he heard applause behind him.

"good!"

"Encore!"

"One more song!"

He turned around and saw the young men on the boat and the crew members in white uniforms, applauding him without hesitation.

On the nearby boats and docks, many workers, boat owners, and boatmen were also applauding without hesitation.

The man's face turned red, and he bowed to everyone, and then bowed again.

Next to him, several of his co-workers walked over, patted his shoulders, helped him hold the simple duxianqin, and left side by side with him.

Suddenly, he stopped.

Behind him, there was a flute sound.

On the Zhongjun, Gu Xiaobai held a transverse flute and stood on the side of the ship in front of the railing. His body seemed to blend into the blood-red sunset.

The sound of the flute is like the wind blowing through the sails and shaking the reeds, like the waves that drown the ankles and roll up the shells. It falls from the Zhongjun and overflows in all directions.

The man was stunned because this music happened to be one of the songs he had played before.

"Threading the Needle".

Gu Xiaobai already knew this song?

Or did he just listen to it once and already remember it?

However, this man never thought that even if the duxianqin was turned into a flute, the music could be so beautiful.

The unique rocker changes of the Duxian Qin were turned into colorful tongues and flying fingers by Gu Xiaobai, shaking people's minds, making people's hearts throb, and rubbing their hearts to pieces.

The faint sound of the flute made the workers unloading the cargo and the busy ship owners quiet down again.

It seems that even the sound of the waves has become much gentler.

At this moment, in the sound of the flute, countless people thought of their mother at home, their wife's reluctant eyes, and their children's expectant eyes.

I thought of the many hardships in life, the running around and stubbornness, and the joy and melancholy of harvesting something.

Everyone is his own hero.

No matter what desperate situation they are struggling in.

Many people's eyes were red, but they did not dare to shed tears. They could only turn their heads quietly and pretend to be fascinated by the sea sand and dust.

The man was also stunned when he heard this.

It turns out that our music can be so infectious.

He didn't know how many times he had practiced it and listened to it many times, but he had never felt this way.

At the end of the song, the boy put away his flute and clasped his fists.

Thank you for your song, I accepted it!

Under the setting sun, the setting sun dyed the young man's body golden and red.

The tall and straight body looks like it is made of gold, so dazzling yet so humble.

The man also bowed and bowed.

Thanks!

The man straightened up. Beside him, the workers patted him hard on the shoulder, pulled him, and said something loudly. A group of people gathered around him and left.

At this moment, he is a hero.

Next to Gu Xiaobai, Wang Haixia was so envious that he almost cried with envy.

"Woooooooooooo, why does Xiaobai look so handsome every time he plays the flute! I want to learn the flute too!"

"Haven't you already learned the guitar? You're pretty cool playing the guitar," said Zhou Xianting, who can only play the ukulele.

"No, I'm not as cool playing the guitar as Xiaobai is playing the flute!" Wang Haixia shook his head, "I must learn to play the flute!"

"Isn't it because you are not as handsome as Xiaobai?" Zhou Xianting asked in his soul.

"How is it possible? I am the most handsome guy in 306! It must be because of the flute!"

Nothing in this world can dampen Wang Haixia's self-confidence.

This scene was photographed by many boatmen, dock workers, and tourists. That night, it had already exploded on the Internet.

The strings and bamboos played by Gu Xiaobai and the unknown musician, as well as the questions and answers, made countless people thoughtful but silent.

Respect is always earned.

No matter you are an A-list celebrity who makes a lot of money every day, or you are a dock worker who relies on your hands to make a living.

If you want to win the respect of others, you must first be worthy of respect.

The next day, Gu Xiaobai received an invitation.

The Vietnam Musicians Association sent an invitation letter.

"The Vietnam Music Association will hold a song and dance band performance at Hoan Kiem Lake. We specially invite Mr. and Mrs. Gu Xiaobai, Zhou Xianting, Wang Haixia, Zhao Mo... to give guidance."

The Vietnamese music scene needs to regain its dignity!

Upon receiving this invitation letter, Mr. Hong's face turned green.

"Xiaobai, they must want to trick you into leaving the Zhongjun ship and assassinate you!"

This is the Hongmen Banquet, we can’t go!
Chapter completed!