Anyone who knows musical instruments knows that good hole flutes are made from the roots of purple bamboo, and the length of each section is required to be as short as possible, but usually, the length of nine-section purple bamboo is more than one meter.
But now the hole flute obtained from Zhao Tuo's tomb is only half a meter. Based on this alone, most hole flutes cannot match it. Chu Qingyao, a music major, naturally understands this truth, so she is extremely excited.
She couldn't wait to put it to her mouth and blew it. The long and deep sound seemed to break through the fog of history and establish an emotional resonance with the ancients thousands of years ago.
Just a simple note brought to Peng Zhan's mind the scene of ancient ancestors staring into the abyss. There was confusion and helplessness in it, and more of a longing for the future.
One note can bring such an exaggerated effect. If it is paired with a complete song, wouldn't it be amazing?
Thinking of this, Peng Zhan quickly took out the broken pieces of ancient music and handed them to Chu Qingyao with both hands.
"Qingyao, this is the ancient genealogy found in the ancient tomb. I believe that with your strength, you will be able to restore it. Let us also listen to the emotions from the ancient ancestors."
Chu Qingyao immediately took it carefully and assured Peng Zhan loudly: "Peng Zhan, don't worry, I will definitely restore these ancient songs."
"Textual expressions are often very deceptive, but music is not. Yaoyao, you must work hard to pass on ancient music and carry it forward. Let us listen to the most authentic voices of our ancient ancestors. This is important to us. It is very important to know yourself clearly," Chu Zhentian said.
Although Chu Zhentian is a businessman, he is well-educated. He has already surpassed the stage of seeking profit, and has developed a relatively pure, scholar-like concern for the country and the people.
After Chu Zhentian finished speaking, he suddenly thought of something, and his expression immediately became very serious.
"Peng Zhan, you found this flute in an ancient tomb, right? This is a national cultural relic and is priceless. How can you give it away?"
"Uncle Chu, don't worry about this, I have the right to deal with these cultural relics."
"Why, just because you took them out of the ancient tomb?" Chu Zhentian frowned and retorted.
In his impression, Peng Zhan was concerned about the country and the people. How could he take those cultural relics as his own?
And wasn't their original intention of going to the ancient tombs to prevent cultural relics from falling overseas or into the hands of lawless elements? If Peng Zhan took them as his own, wouldn't he be the same as those tomb robbers?
Peng Zhan had no choice but to roughly tell what happened to the ancient tomb. Although he told it very briefly, Chu Zhentian and Chu Qingyao were amazed when they heard it.
If they didn't absolutely believe in Peng Zhan's character, they would hardly be able to believe those seemingly absurd things.
A family of tombkeepers that has been passed down for thousands of years, isn't it the epitome of the family that eventually perished in "One Hundred Years of Solitude"? It's just that this family of tombkeepers finally chose the best inheritance.
Since he believed that Peng Zhan was the tomb keeper, there was no problem for him to give Chu Qingyao the cave flute as a gift.
Chu Zhentian told Chu Qingyao with a solemn expression: "Yaoyao, this is not only Peng Zhan's trust in you, but also your fate with this Dongxiao. You must fully explore its charm and display it. And we have to be prepared to pass it on.”
Chu Zhentian's pattern is very high, but in Chu Qingyao's eyes, this Dongxiao is far from having so many illusory symbols.
In her eyes, Dongxiao was a token of love given to her by Peng Zhan, and this alone was enough for her to protect it with her life.
Even if this dongxiao is not priceless, as long as it was given by Peng Zhan, it is still very precious.
After listening to the story of the ancient tomb, Chu Zhentian immediately returned the topic to reality: "Peng Zhan, you already know the recent things that happened at Shennong Company, right?"
