Chapter 388 Idols Never Give Up

"This..." Xia Fan coughed twice, "Is there any easier music?"

"Then try "Baili Gui. Ping Tiao"." Yu Shuangxue suggested.

The piano sounds again.

But the result is the same as the first one.

Compared to the women in front of her, Miss Long's singing talent is horribly low.

In order to confirm that it was not the fault of the music itself, Xia Fan even tried singing it once, and the feedback he got was actually pretty good. Even Chi nodded slightly and said, "I didn't expect that you can sing well. You're not that bad compared to me." too much."

The scene fell into silence for a moment.

Xia Fan had to call Kong Xuanzi aside, "Is the dragon born unsuitable for singing?"

"This... I don't know." The latter whispered, "Whether it was in Penglai or traveling to the six countries, I have never heard Master Chi sing any songs. At that time, she had a heavy burden on her shoulders, and she even smiled on weekdays. He didn’t reveal much, and things changed only after he came to Jinxia City. But..."

"But what?"

"Historical books record that there were ancestors who sang loudly when it rained, and the sound seemed to have magic power that reached people's hearts, causing the whole city to sing together. As for whether it sounded good or not, I don't know. After all, I am just an ordinary person. , the only dragon I have ever seen is Master Chi.”

Xia Fan patted his shoulder and stopped asking any more questions.

The conclusion is already obvious.

Tone-deafness is a personal problem for Chi.

In ancient music that emphasizes elegance and change, this shortcoming will be infinitely magnified. It is okay to sing for your own entertainment on weekdays, but as long as you step on the stage, you will definitely become the laughing stock of everyone.

Looking at everyone's embarrassed expressions, Chi finally realized that something was not right in the atmosphere.

Her eyes were slightly narrowed, and a frightening light seemed to shine out of her bottomless vertical pupils. However, Miss Long reacted quickly and reached out to cover her eyes - even if she used her momentum to force everyone to hide their doubts in their hearts, it would not change any facts. She approached Xia Fan in small steps and asked with a hint of guilt, "Is this plan... not very good?"

"We can only use alternatives."

"……what is that?"

"A listener's song is just right for your style." Xia Fan pondered. It is definitely not his way to give up halfway. Since ancient songs are not good, then use simpler popular songs. Relying on the multi-instrument mixing to cover up the lack of singing skills, the repeated looping of the main chorus is undoubtedly easier to master. Moreover, he really thought of a song that has a unique flavor even if it is out of tune.

As for whether the masses can accept it, Xia Fan is not too worried.

Only literati who control the discourse in the field of folk art will care about tradition.

On the contrary, people don’t care so much about tradition.

History has proven countless times that as long as something has real advantages, or is simple and close to the people, it will only be a matter of time before it becomes popular.

…

The commotion continued until the evening, when the process of the celebration was roughly finalized.

Xia Fan walked into the princess's palace and handed the plan to Ning Wanjun.

The latter briefly looked through it and said, "Hmm... Do I even want to go on stage to speak?"

"I went to Shangyuan City this time and saw the Lantern Festival. I have to say that the original intention of this festival is quite good." Xia Fan put his hands by the fire and rubbed them. "The people in power sum up the past in front of the people. "Elaborating on the future can also give the people under the rule a clearer understanding of the direction of future policies and life. Of course, the lighting part is not necessary. After all, this is Jinxia City and it should have its own unique way of celebrating."

"You want to turn this into a new tradition?" Ning Wanjun quickly realized the key to this move.

"Exactly." Xia Fan smiled, "The so-called sense of belonging is essentially caused by differences in customs. As long as the city changes quickly enough, immigrants can easily integrate into the local area - anyway, for these two groups of people For us, everything we accept is new, and the gap between each other’s understanding naturally cannot be widened.”

If a place remains unchanged, migrants will spontaneously gather into groups, making it difficult for them to truly become part of the new city even after many years. Therefore, for Jinxia City, which has absorbed a large number of refugees, using new traditions to bridge this gap is obviously a matter of great benefit and no harm.

Ning Wanjun nodded thoughtfully, then pushed a book to the table, "By the way, the Silver Star Tree Boat also sent a tree species manual. Their new elder seems to hope to sign a covenant with Jin Xia as soon as possible , open to trade, just like we did with Noah’s spirits.”

Xia Fan took the book and asked, "What do you think, Your Highness?"

"In principle, there is no problem. Just sign another one according to the template on the other side." Ning Wanjun seemed to have considered this issue, "But Noah belongs to Noah, and Silver Star belongs to Silver Star. The two covenants can be similar. But it’s not entirely consistent.”

"Why?" he asked deliberately.

"The combined number of elves in the two tree boats exceeds 50,000. If a few more boats come, won't they overtake Jinxia City? Signing separate covenants can at least maintain the differences between the tree boats. What will go wrong in the future? It won't knock over a whole boat of people with one stroke." The princess pondered, "Of course, there can't be any significant difference in treatment, otherwise Jin Xia will be suspected of provoking internal disputes. Didn't you say that the Secretariat is preparing to make a portable road guide? —”

"That's called an ID card."

"Anyway, maybe we can make a fuss about this. For example, the certificate issued to the elves will indicate which tree boat the holder is from. This will not cause objections and maintain a certain distinction."

Xia Fan raised his lips. The fact that he could take such details into consideration showed that Princess Guangping had made another step forward in her governance.

"I have no objection."

He opened the book and asked as he read, "Aren't the seeds of Silver Star's spirit trees exactly the same as Noah's?"

"According to the elves, there are two or three differences." Ning Wanjun replied, "If the tree boats are farther apart, the difference in seeds will be greater. They also said that the environment at the south and north ends of the World Island can be so different that they are like two worlds, so there will be a division of labor in the production of tree boats in each area."

Is this the spirit tree exploring different evolutionary directions... Xia Fan couldn't help thinking in his heart that a plant can evolve into an evolutionary tree diagram that can only be displayed by thousands of species. This sounds incredible. It would be nice if I had the opportunity to go to the World Island to take a look in the future.

Turning to the last page of the book, a special spherical fruit attracted his attention.

The elves called it "insect-catching fruit".

This fruit looks similar in size to a coconut, with a hairy shell that can secrete a highly sticky gelatinous liquid to stick to insects, which are then wrapped and absorbed by the hair. When the fruit matures, the islanders will smash it open and take out the gel inside to glue bows, armor, and even furniture. It is also one of the specialties of Silver Star.

Xia Fan picked up the pen and lightly ticked it, marking it on the next batch of trading lists.