Chapter 357: The flute, isn't it just playing!

Chapter 357 The flute, isn't it just playing!
After the break, the tour group embarked on the second half of the journey to Interlaken.
On the road, more and more people in costumes appeared in Zhou Yang's vision.
The tour guide took the opportunity to introduce to everyone the "Shepherd's Day" being held in Interlaken.
The grand festival held every twelve years will attract people from all over the world to watch the ceremony, and also attract people from all over Swiss to participate in the parade.
"When you arrive in Interlaken, you can walk around. At this time, there will be many buzzing teams in the game, to make sure you are happy, and there are some unique performances, such as the mountain flute competition and the sling competition." Spit stars fly wild, and I highly recommend Interlaken's current excitement.
After staying in the hotel, Zhou Yang led Hu Meixuan to walk around Interlaken. There was no enemy in the radar, so he was relieved.
The two began to relax and go shopping.
The shopping locations in Interlaken are full of Swiss local atmosphere, and there are activities in front of a store selling mountain flutes.
"Who can use this mountain flute to finish a piece of music, I will give him this detachable mountain flute. This is the work of the mountain flute master Frodo." The store owner, with a big beard, shook his hands. A short mountain flute about fifty centimeters long.
He quickly split the mountain flute into two parts, then put it back together again, and blew it twice.
Unlike the heavy and dull Changshan flute, the sound of this short mountain flute is crisp and clear.
In front of him, there is an eight-meter-long mountain flute. The heavy mountain flute trumpet hangs on the ground like a huge pipe. A staff member holds his mouth while holding a sheet of music in his hand.
"Zhou Yang, I want that..." Hu Meixuan poked and pointed at the short mountain flute in the store owner's hand.
"Why? Planning to fall one hand?" Zhou Yang smiled.
Hu Meixuan shook her head and said, "I haven't heard of the master he said. I just want a memorial. The ordinary mountain flute is too long, that's just right!"
"Okay! I'll try..." Zhou Yang geared up to blow.
But a young man rushed up, grabbed the mouthpiece of the flute, and blocked it with his cheeks.
"puff!"
The young man's face turned red, and the trumpet made a sound like farting.
The surrounding tourists leaned forward with a smile. The young man blushed and returned to the crowd. His girlfriend slapped him with anger.
The staff was very intimate to disinfect the mouthpiece, and then met the challenge of several consecutive people.
Without exception, tourists who have not experienced training can play tunes.
Zhou Yang took advantage of the interval to touch the Changshan flute, and immediately mastered the skills of this national instrument.
This thing is really not easy to blow, the pronunciation pipe is too long, it needs a lot of lung capacity, and it is like a bugle. Except for Duo Mi Shoo, it is extremely difficult for Fa He He to blow it out.
However, Zhou Yang had mastered the top playing skills within a second.
At this moment, a young man walked out of the crowd with a smile on his face, took the mouthpiece of the flute, and set his posture.
"Woo!"
The first sound was successfully blown.
The crowd applauded.
This is not over yet, the young man obviously has the foundation, and even blown the score in the hands of the staff from beginning to end, his face rose to the color of tomatoes.
Monotonous notes reverberated over the town, but this was already quite remarkable. The requirements for an instrument like the Shandi were too high, and it was purely based on experience and no fingering.
The crowd let out a cry of exclamation.
"so amazing!"
"Bravo!"
The young man put down the flute and said to the boss: "Can I take the gift?"
"Yes!" The boss looked at the young man with a smile, and suddenly said loudly, "You were the individual champion of the Shandi Competition last year, right? I have seen your picture!"
The young man was recognized and nodded with a smile.
"No wonder!"
"It turns out to be a master!"
"Yes, it is said that Swiss has more than 4,000 mountain flute players, who can be a strong champion!"
"Haha... I was so lucky today." The boss was so happy that he walked into the store with the champion of the Shandi Contest, "Let's take a photo together and hang the photo in it."
The crowd of onlookers turned around and wanted to leave.
Hu Meixuan also pouted and pulled Zhou Yang and said, "Let's go... what a pity!"
Zhou Yang smiled slightly, walked to the staff who was disinfecting the mouthpiece, and grabbed the flute in his hand.
The staff was about to call it a day, and was robbed of Shandi unexpectedly. He was shocked and subconsciously scolded Zhou Yang.
But the next moment, the first phrase burst out of the bell.
The owner who was walking into the store and the champion last year stopped and looked back.
The tourists who were about to disperse also suddenly turned around.
The sound of Shandi is correct.
But... how is it possible?
"Impossible! This is impossible!" The shop owner looked at Zhou Yang, who was playing the mountain flute, dumbfounded.
"My God..." The champion last year was dumbfounded.
The onlookers around have their mouths hollowed out into an "O" shape.
Zhou Yang is like a powerful magician who casts body magic on all the people who hear music on the street.
No one would have thought that Shandi broke through the of the notes when it reached this Dongfang face.
In addition to the major domino, the two semitones of Fa and Xi are also historically found in the music played by Zhou Yang.
"God, he's blowing a lone shepherd!" an old man shouted, holding his head.
The locals are already crazy.
The characteristic of Shandi is destined to be a niche instrument.
How can an instrument that can't be played with seven notes even become a household name?
But today...Zhou Yang used his powerful lung capacity and heinously detailed breath to control the abruptly to fill up the complete scale.
What is even more frightening is that the song "The Lonely Shepherd" is a typical Yodel singing method, full of continuous octave jumps in the scale.
Shandi was like a simple toy in Zhou Yang's mouth, and the scale kept rising.
breakthrough!
Rise again!
Break again!
Hu Meixuan clenched her fists, her heartbeat and emotions were carried towards the sky by Zhou Yang's music.
She didn't know that the audience around her, like her, seemed to be stunned. She didn't even dare to take a mouthful of the atmosphere, for fear of interrupting this unprecedented performance.
Zhou Yang finally blew out two extremely high tones, and the glass door of Shandi shop cracked in half with a crack.
The music stopped.
Everyone seemed to have rushed to an altitude of 10,000 meters, suddenly lost speed and began to fall.
Very uncomfortable.
Zhou Yang let out a long breath, put down the mountain flute, and said to the dumbfounded shopkeeper: "That short mountain flute...can you give it to me?"