Qin Guan was ready. He announced his performance on the stage.
"Hello, everyone. I'm an international student from China. My name is Qin Guan. I've been invited to give you a performance.
I think it's best to use one of China's oldest wind instruments, the Xun, to express the emotions of Chinese music.
Today, I'll play some children's songs. I hope you like them. "
Qin Guan bowed slightly on the stage, and the audience burst into thunderous applause.
It was too magical. They had never seen such an instrument before. It was so mysterious and small. This thing that was the size and shape of a meat bun, could it also be a kind of musical instrument?
Before the audience could calm down and the cameraman could finish taking pictures of the Xun, Qin Guan put the mouthpiece to his mouth.
Along with the blowing, this magical and ancient instrument produced a clear and wide range of sound.
"Jingle, jingle... Jingle Bells. How happy we are skiing. We're sitting on a sleigh."
The first song was a children's song that American people were familiar with, "Jingle Bells".
As the audience marveled at the melodious expression of the instrument, Qin Guan took a deep breath and changed the tone to the next one.
His fingers made two or three adjustments under the air holes that were like works of art, and he blew out a different tone from the previous one.
"There are three bears living together. Father Bear, Mother Bear and Baby Bear …"
It was the Three Bears from Korea.
Although they didn't know much about children's songs, the audience could still hear the joy in them.
Children's songs were indeed the best weapon to arouse one's childish heart. As Qin Guan got into a good mood, he changed the tone again.
The most melancholy tune of an instrument like the Xun was the best way to express its charm.
"Little cabbage, yellow in the field, two or three years old, without a mother …"
Qu Xuemei and Lan Jin were almost killed by Qin Guan, but the Americans had no idea what he was doing.
They were all immersed in this slightly bleak music at the same time.
"Sob sob sob, it sounds so tragic. Is it really prepared for starving children?"
"How touching! Qin Guan is indeed well-prepared for community work."
"China's music is so beautiful. It's hard to imagine that it was performed with such a small instrument …"
"I want to learn."
"Me too!"
Thanks to Qin Guan's performance, the sales of Chinese classical musical instruments had skyrocketed. Lan Jin had set up a classical musical instrument training class, which had made a lot of money.
After Qin Guan's performance, the celebration turned into a sad scene of people hugging each other's heads and crying bitterly.
"Wow … it's so touching, it's so good to hear …"
The Americans were really … direct in expressing their emotions.
Translator: Lan _ Editor: Efydatia The host took over the microphone dutifully. Even though he was crying, he announced the end of the bazaar with a trembling voice.
The director wiped the tears from his eyes and shouted at Qin Guan, "Today's shooting is a success! Thank you for your hard work! Everyone, shout with me! "
"Stop!"
Everyone raised their hands in a celebratory gesture. Beside them, the charity bazaar staff took out a bag of crushed biscuits from their wrinkled pockets.
The chocolate crumbs that were spread out weren't despised by everyone. Instead, they were snatched clean by this group of workers who couldn't be more simple.
There was a complete cookie in his hand, which was a sign of the community workers' love and affirmation.
Thank you for being willing to promote our work, and thank you for completing this most ordinary job seriously.
Translator: Lan Editor: Efydatia The car drove away, signifying the end of the day.
Translator: Lan Editor: Efydatia Qin Guan was sitting in the office of Time Magazine with Qu Xuemei, waiting for Lin Lun.
The door of the conference room was always knocked on very frequently. Those who served tea and poured water were not only young female members, but also three generations of people, old, middle-aged, and young.
They were all here for Qin Guan. To be honest, Time Magazine had welcomed even more famous stars.
Not to mention those influential figures in the political, economic, and military fields.
However, those were just door-to-door services.
The purpose of this group of people who stuck their heads out to look around was to find out what kind of person could make Elder Lin Lun, who had not made a move for a long time, request to take his portrait.
Therefore, some people admired the role models of photographers, some were curious about the new Asian movie stars, and most were just following the trend out of boredom.
In the semi-open working environment of TIME magazine, the editor-in-chief was trying his best to get lucky. He was just an Asian star. He shouldn't be so useless.
In 2003, there had been a lot of Asian stars.
When "Heroes" had been released in North America, they had been in charge of the four leading actors, Zhang Ziyi, Tony Leung, Maggie Cheung and Li Lianjie.
Of course, nobody had known who Qin Guan was back then. The staff of Time Magazine hadn't even noticed that he had only appeared for a few minutes.
Not to mention Jay Chou, who started a crazy music trend in Asia from Taiwan. The Times magazine only had one word for him on the cover: "Awesome!"
Therefore, the chief editor naturally used his loud voice, which could resound through the scene of a natural disaster.
"Get back to work!"
Lin Lun's old man came out with a roar!
The stainless-steel glass door at the entrance was pushed open by a group of people.
The photography team headed by Elder Lin Lun didn't waste any time. They went straight to the chief editor's desk.
"Is the studio ready?"
"Yes! William! William! "
"Yes! I'm coming! "
"Take the old man to the studio. Then go to the conference room and tell Qin Guan that he can go to the dressing room."
"Yes, sir!"
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