Music Department Games

Chapter 155 Chapter 155: Hu shouting
Shen Nian first dug out this knowledge from the memory in his brain.

Hu Nayao, it is somewhat spread in the mouths of people in Ningzhou City, but this is only limited to the old people, and the young people of the new generation generally don't know it.

A few years ago, Hu Nailing was selected into the "Jiangnan Province Intangible Cultural Heritage List", so people in Ningzhou City still heard some voices.

Shen Nian is from Ningzhou City. They study at the Ning University Conservatory of Music. According to the arrangement of a certain local bureau, the famous local art and culture are the key courses to be explained. Therefore, Shen Nian and others, as long as they have taken the "Folk Music" class , will know what this Hu shouting is all about.

The teacher used the course knowledge in the classroom, as well as video expansion, to let everyone know what Hu Nayao is all about.

Shen Nian and the others all know that the birthplace of Hu Nailing is Yanshan County. Unexpectedly, when you come here for a vacation, you will be able to hear the original version of Hu Nailing. This exciting and high-pitched voice pierces everyone's soul.

Hu Naowao is a kind of folk song, famous for its high pitch and agitation.In the long process of development, people have continued to inherit and innovate, forming a unique vocal system. Most of the singing lyrics are original by farmers, and they are used as a local cultural entertainment for labor or shouting.Hu Nayao relies on the support of his dantian, and uses his narrow voice to force his voice into his head cavity to resonate, making the melody high and exciting, over mountains and mountains, with strong penetrating power.

The voice was indeed too high, which made a group of students who had studied vocal music professionally and systematically feel ashamed.

Everyone is familiar with folk songs, such as the well-known folk songs of Yun Province, Dage of the Dong Nationality, Xintianyou, and old tunes of Qin Opera. These styles are very simple, and the lyrics are also very freehand. Into a system.

It's just that in modern society, young people are moving to the city, and the countryside is getting more and more lonely. The inheritance of these cultures has naturally become a problem.

Some cultural departments want to find an heir, but who among the young people is willing to inherit this kind of thing?In other words, this kind of thing does not make money, and no one does it at all.

Reality is greater than meaning, and this is something worth considering in human nature.

"The video the teacher played, I thought it was an exaggeration, but listening to it now, it's even more shocking!" Feng Yi said.

"Hey! Can I call myself a tenor with my voice? Now, I'm ashamed, ashamed!" Chen Qiquan said.

The sun has set, and the sky is still bright, but according to the estimated time, it will be dark within this hour.

The singing is still echoing in the river valley. When the net is lowered, several catties of fishing goods are brought up. The cormorant dives down and catches a big fish. When it is about to swallow, it is caught by the thread stuck around its neck. The fisherman pulls the cormorant back to the boat , Take out the fish in its mouth and put it into the poke.

The singing will eventually fade away, so everyone is still in a hurry to finish eating and go back to town.

The pork belly was sizzling with hot oil on the grill, and everyone finished eating quickly. The meat had just been eaten, paid for, and then went home.

When they came, everyone was carrying all kinds of barbecue tools and food, but when they returned, everyone only had clothes.

As soon as I walked on the cement road, the sky darkened. Fortunately, there were street lights not far from the road here, and mosquitoes and moths were constantly surrounded by the lights.

The night in the countryside comes early, and the air cools early. It has just darkened, and the heat is no longer felt in the air. The breeze blows by, bringing the smell of land and river water.

Four or five miles was far away, and everyone didn't think about rushing, so they sang songs all the way and walked to the town.

From time to time, there are some graves on the side of the road, and there are even wreaths beside some new graves.

There are more than ten people in our party, so naturally we don't have any fear, just playing around, we can see the town from a distance.

When they arrived in the town, everyone realized that their legs and arms were covered with red envelopes. It seemed that along the way, vampires like mountain mosquitoes were silently sucking everyone's blood.

As soon as I arrived in the town, senior sister Pang Xiaoxiao called and asked if everyone was back.

In the morning, when everyone was going out, they called senior sister Pang Xiaoxiao, but she said she couldn't go and asked everyone to play by themselves, but when she got home and went to the hotel to find them, she found that they hadn't come back yet.

In the lobby of the hotel, I saw senior sister Pang Xiaoxiao sitting on a stool chatting with the proprietress. She was relieved when everyone came back.

Everyone has sharp eyes and saw that senior sister Pang Xiaoxiao hadn't seen her for a day, and her neck, arms, and face were all tanned.

"Why did you come back so late? It's not safe to walk at night." Senior sister Pang Xiaoxiao worried.

"It's okay, haven't we come back now? We went there late, thinking that it's okay for everyone to come back, so we sang folk songs with the fishermen by the river." Shen Nian said easily.

"Forget it, how can you sing better than Uncle Hua with your voice?" Pang Xiaoxiao laughed.It seems that she also knows that Uncle Hua, the fishermen, sings the best.

After everyone said hello, they went upstairs to apply toilet water and anti-inflammatory and anti-itch medicine.

Shen Nian suddenly thought that the first time he heard the song sung by senior sister Pang Xiaoxiao was "Luhua", the pitch was incomparable, and it was because of this song that he had admiration for her at that time.

And the people here can sing "Hu Naihou", so it's no wonder that Pang Xiaoxiao's pitch is so high.

"Sister, can you sing Hu Nahou?" Shen Nian simply sat on the stool and bragged with her.

"A little bit, I haven't learned orthodox, so I can't sing such a high note."

"You're really hiding something!"

"No, my Hu Nahou hasn't graduated yet, so I don't dare to call Hu Nahou, I can only be called Hu Nahou." Senior sister Pang Xiaoxiao joked.

"It seems that senior sister really knows something!" Shen Nian said, "When we were in school, we didn't pay much attention to this 'Hu Shou'. We just heard about it and thought it would be fine as long as we could pass it. Today we heard it and felt that it was The sound is really amazing, I didn’t expect you here to be able to sing and shout!”

Pang Xiaoxiao explained: "It is written in the book that there is this Hu Naihou in Yanshan County, but I don't know that this Hu Naihou can be found in ten miles and eight townships of Yanshan County, each with its own lyrics and tunes, but the big diameters are all the same. It’s almost the same, but the source is on our river.”

Zuo Yuanxin came down from upstairs at this time, holding a bottle of toilet water in her hand, after thinking about it, she handed it to Shen Nian.

Pang Xiaoxiao and the proprietress both smiled and understood the meaning of this.

Shen Nian had been thinking about Hu Nahouhou, so he took the toilet water, dripped it in his hands, rubbed it on his hands and legs and it was over.

"I think this Hu Naihou is really good. Let's not talk about carrying it forward, at least let this art play some role in the vocal field of the Conservatory of Music."

The proprietress knocked a melon seed and said, "Old man Pang, no no no, Xiaoxiao, didn't your grandpa sing and shout?"

(End of this chapter)