Entertainment: Live broadcast of returning to the village to celebrate the New Year, the ratings exc

[I take back my apology!].

[Sensationalizing guys, is it appropriate to use other people's funerals as live broadcast effects?].

[Yes, who will blow suona these days?].

[Maybe Qin Feng was trained in advance? Maybe Qin Feng would have been?]

[Pull it down, the old man will tell you that I'm going to die in a few days, can you practice suona?].

If he had been able to, would Mr. He be so surprised?].

[The program team directly cut Qin Feng's line! Let's take a look at Xiao Yueyue, Chaoyue, and Baoqiang with peace of mind

glanced at the barrage of righteous indignation.

The staff of the photography team cautiously asked, "Qin Feng, are you really here, don't get beaten together!"

"Even if it's a joy or mourning, I can't tolerate you making an effect, right?"

"Forget it, you black earth people are quite hot-tempered... I'm afraid that the time comes..."

In the face of overwhelming doubts.

Qin Feng didn't make any excuses.

From his suitcase, he took out the professional performance-grade suona given by the system.

The moment I came into contact with suona.

God-level suona mastery comes into play.

Qin Feng only felt that this suona was like a part of his body that had been extended.

Smooth and cool to the touch.

More comfortable and moisturized than his boss Yang Mi!

"Well, I'll blow it to everyone first!"

"If everyone is not satisfied or recognized, I will not go to the funeral of the seventh uncle and grandfather to play suona!"

After speaking.

Qin Feng raised the suona, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath!

Immediately after!

The tragic and desolate notes sounded between heaven and earth!

Exactly at this time!

A little snowflake is starting to fall!

The whirring north wind did not affect the sound effect of the suona.

On the contrary, it adds a bleak and cold feeling to the whole music!

Heaven and earth are vast.

The wind and snow are blowing.

On the vast plains.

Everyone seemed to see a lonely and sad back, slowly walking towards the sky, and gradually disappeared into the wind and snow······

"Wife, how can you be willing to leave me alone in this world! You are so ruthless!"

Whether it was He Ling or the audience in front of the screen, everyone was listening to it with fascination.

Suddenly the wail sounded!

Qin Feng, who was startled, opened his eyes, and it turned out to be a staff member of the photography team crying!

"Xiao Li and his wife died almost at this time the year before last, and the two talked about graduating from high school to college, alas..."

Another staff member choked up and explained to Qin Feng and the audience.

It's okay not to say it.

Everyone's eyes just turned red.

As soon as this sentence came out.

One by one, the staff at the scene remembered their deceased relatives or friends.

"Wangcai, Wangcai! I shouldn't have sent you to the dog meat shop for a pack of crispy noodles!".

"Old horse, old horse, you still owe me 100,000 yuan and haven't paid it back, why did you get killed by a mud truck, ah!!".

"Xiaoli, I have enough for the bride price of 880,000 yuan! I will burn it to you when the show is finished!".

Qinjiatun village entrance.

A group of staff members were weeping in pain.

Thousands of screens in front of you.

It's also a pair of tearful eyes.

[Woo woo · I apologize... I really apologize this time... 】

[Although my family is complete, my body is healthy, and my wife has not died, why can't I help but want to cry?].

[It is said that suona is a hooligan in a musical instrument, but this is too easy to cry, right?].

As a recognized good man in the entertainment industry and a crying king.

Teacher He Linghe at this moment.

I have long run out of a pack of facial tissues.

Taking the new pack, He Ling wiped his tears and asked, "Qin... Qin Feng...

"I don't know what the name of your suona song is?".

didn't wait for Qin Feng to answer!

He Ling, who saw the teleprompter, widened his eyes and exclaimed, "What?!".

"Xiao Yueyue cried and fainted?!".

The picture instantly cuts back to Xiao Yueyue.

Small room.

Xiao Yueyue, whose face was covered with tears, fainted on the ground.

Surrounded by busy staff and families.

Hot towels.

Just in the middle of the people.

Feed hot water.

After a long period of work, Xiao Yueyue woke up leisurely.

Hear the tips from the staff.

Xiao Yueyue choked up and said, "I'm sorry, I'm a little out of shape..."

"Qin Feng's suona reminds me of my father..."

"As you should know, when my father died, I was performing abroad and I couldn't see his last ······."

"Wow!!

".

"Woo woo woo !!

".

"Daddy... I, Yue Longgang, am not filial!! father!! my son misses you, !!

".

Talking and talking.

Xiao Yueyue howled and cried again!

The director team hurriedly cut the main picture back to Qin Feng.

He Ling struggled to control his emotions and asked again: "Qin Feng, yours this... What is the name of this suona song?".

Qin Feng opened his mouth and said: "This song is called "Remembering the Ancestors", which is a more classic mourning music. "

He Ling wiped his tears: "Qin Feng, you just said that the seventh uncle and grandfather were happy and mournful, so you shouldn't play such a sad song again, right?"