Suona has been passed down for thousands of years.
Do you think it is just the king of musical instruments and a rogue of music?
No. In my hand, it knows good and evil, and separates yin and yang.
My name is Ge Tianchong. The year I failed the college entrance examination, my father put the suona into my arms and said: Of all musical instruments, the suona is the king. This thing left by our ancestors is not that simple.
I don't believe it.
Until the neighbor's widow, Sister Xia, died in my arms wearing a red wedding dress, still pregnant with my child.
On the seventh day after her death, black water emerged from her grave. People who bullied her died tragically one after another.
A ghost baby crawled into my belly.
In order to save me, my father played the forbidden song "Eighteen Yamas" and died in front of me.
Later I learned that some music cannot be heard by living people; some things can only be done with the suona.
Someone scolded me: You stinky suona player, why?
With the sound of the suona, red things return to yin and white things return to yang.
