Chapter 644: Times weekly

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Qin Guan, who had turned his head, had finished organizing his body and reported on the stage what he was going to perform.
"Hello everyone, I am an international student from China, Qin Guan, here I am invited to perform a show for everyone."
"I think it is most appropriate to use one of China's oldest wind instruments, Xun, to express our emotions in Chinese music."
"And today, I will use Xun to play some children-related songs, I hope everyone will like it."
After that, Qin Guan bowed gently on the stage, and thunderous applause rang from the audience.
It’s amazing. Is there a musical instrument that I haven’t seen before? It’s such a mysterious and petite thing. Is this thing the size and shape of a bun, is it also a musical instrument?
Before waiting for the old beauty from the audience to marvel at the past, and before the large-scale shot of the details of the photographer's lens was finished, Qin Guan delivered his mouth to his mouth.
Accompanied by the wind, this magical and ancient instrument emits a clear and wide range.
"Ding Ding Dang, Ding Ding Dang... Jingle Jingle, how happy we are skiing, we are sitting on a sleigh."
The first is a children’s song familiar to Americans, Jingle Bells.
When everyone began to marvel at the long and graceful expression of this instrument, Qin Guan, who played it again, immediately changed his breath and changed the tone to the next one.
His fingers adjusted two or three times under the air holes like works of art, blowing out a tone different from the previous one.
"There are three bears, living together, father bear, mother bear, bear doll..."
Three bears in South Korea.
Although they don't know much about children's songs in other countries, the people present also heard the joy.
The children's song really turned out to be the most powerful weapon for a person's innocence. As Qin Guan's playing on the stage gradually became better, he changed another tune.
Xun's musical instrument is really the most sad and melancholy tune, in order to show its charm more.
"Little cabbage, yellow ground, two or three years old, no mother..."
Poof, Qu Xuemei and Lan Jin were almost not flashed by Qin Guan, but the old beauty around them didn't know what it was.
They all immersed in this slightly cold music sound.
"Ooo, ooo, listening to good sad ah, it really is specially prepared for hungry children do?"
"It's so touching, Qin Guan really made full preparations for community work."
"Chinese music is really beautiful, it's really hard to imagine, it was played with such a small instrument..."
"I want to learn."
"me too!"
Because of Qin Guan's performance, the inadvertent promotion of the Chinese classical musical instruments led to the sale of Chinese classical musical instruments in the community. With the demand of these buyers, Lan Jin also formed a classical musical instrument training class, which made a big profit .
These are all afterwords, for the time being, it is now the case that after Qin Guan finished playing the instrument, the activities that should have been happily celebrating the successful conclusion, turned into a cry of the whole people.
"Wow... so touching, so nice..."
Americans' emotional expression...it's really straightforward.
The host who took over Qin Guan’s microphone did his duty, even if he was crying now with his nose and tears flying, or he was trembling among the crowd who seemed to attend the memorial service and said the end of the bazaar.
The director behind the camera lens wiped tears from the corners of his eyes and shouted towards Qin Guan in the venue: "Today's shooting has ended successfully! Everyone has worked hard! All the staff shouted with me!"
"stop!"
All the raised hands are a gesture of celebration, while the charity staff on the side took out a bag of crushed biscuits from their crumpled pockets.
The chocolate crumbs that left only the dregs were not dismissed by everyone, but were robbed among the most rustic staff.
There is a piece of the most complete cookie in Qin Guan's hands. This is the greatest love and affirmation of this group of community workers.
Thank you for your willingness to publicize our work, and thank you for conscientiously completing this most common job.
The little car that left was only a sign of the end of today's work, but it was the start of another day's new student.
Qin Guan, who is still struggling to do physical work, seems to be just an illusion of yesterday. He is now sitting in the office of TIME magazine, but accompanied by Qu Xuemei, waiting for the arrival of Lin Lun.
The door in the conference room is always knocked very diligently. Those who serve tea and pour water are not just young female members, but cover the three generations of the old, middle-aged and young.
Don't think that these people are all directed at Qin Guan. To be honest, according to the influence of TIME Weekly, the bigger stars have also received them.
Not to mention those big figures who have decisive positions in politics, economics, and military affairs.
It's just that those are door-to-door service service service service service.
The purpose of this group of people who probe the brain is to wonder what kind of person can make Master Lin Lun who can not shoot, call for his portrait.
Therefore, there are some worships for photographers' benchmark characters, some curiosity for the new Asian movie stars, and most of them are boring to follow the trend.
In the semi-open working environment of TIME magazine, the editor-in-chief is struggling luck, but it is just an Asian star, and it is not such a non-profit.
In 2003, are there fewer Asian stars filmed?
Not to mention that when the heroes were released in North America, they were responsible for shooting the four heroes of Zhang Ziyi + Liang Chaowei + Zhang Manyu + Li Lianjie.
Of course, at that time, who knew who Qin Guan was, and the people of TIME Weekly did not notice at all, the little person who only appeared inside for a few minutes.
Not to mention Jay Chou, who started a crazy music wave in Asia starting from Taiwan. Time Weekly's comment on him has only one word on the cover: ‘叼! ’
As a result, the natural editor-in-chief applied to the scene of natural disasters, and he could hear the loud voice of the audience.
"Give me back to work!"
A loud voice shouted out to Lin Lin!
The glass door on the stainless steel side of the gate was pushed away by the crowd.
The photography team headed by Lin Lun was not nonsense, and came straight to the editor's desk.
"A studio is ready?"
"Ready! William! William!"
"Hey! Here!"
"Hurry to take the old man to the studio, and then go to the meeting room to notify the star named Qin Guan, and say that you can go to the dressing room to prepare!"
"Yes!" (To be continued.)