A lonely brave man, I become the king of music

Regardless of whether it was Li Mushang, Lao Yang or Uncle Mu Yang, everyone knew very little about cultural relics and historic sites, but they were all interested at this moment.

The deputy curator laughed when he saw the expressions of the three of them: "Let's just say here, you may not feel the charm."

"The museum will be closed soon, and almost all the tourists have left."

"I specially extended the closing time for you for one hour, so you can enjoy it."

Li Mushang was flattered and extended the closing time alone.

This means that there are only three of them in the entire museum besides the staff, which is a great honor.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, sunset is dusk.

Visitors to the Capital Museum left one after another, and the gate stopped checking tickets, and no new tourists entered.

After waiting for a long time, Li Mushang and others got up and went down to the porcelain exhibition hall led by the deputy curator.

When entering it, there is only shock in everyone's mind. Numerous small glass cabinets display exquisite porcelain from various dynasties.

Lao Yang was the most unpromising looking at an exquisite hollowed-out golden bowl, drooling: "Wow, this must weigh at least three catties!"

"It will cost a lot of money if it is sold out on the market and counted as gold!"

Li Mushang and Uncle Mu Yang cast contemptuous glances at the same time: "This is a cultural relic. Priceless."

"Why do you think you are so vulgar?"

Lao Yang shrugged his shoulders and didn't care at all: "I'm just a layman, Master Yang only recognizes money!"

After chatting for a few minutes, the three of them went to the target collection, the treasure of the town hall, "Peony, Double Phoenix, Twining Branches, Blue and White Gallbladder Vase."

In fact, there are many precious objects in the exhibition hall, such as jade pots and golden bowls, but they are far less shocking than this blue and white piece.

The white glaze on the surface of the bottle is as smooth as a mirror, without any impurities, and 800 years of wind and rain have not changed any of its appearance.

On the white glaze, the exquisite blue and white flowers that the craftsmen used to bend with the brush in those days are breathtaking.

The deputy curator stood by and introduced, roughly speaking, the firing process.

800 years ago was not like modern society, such a flawless and rare treasure is indeed unique.

Li Mushang was a little absorbed in watching, and stood there blankly.

The landscape scroll in his mind slowly unfolded, and he seemed to travel through hundreds of years.

The red clay that has been screened countless times is made into a plain embryo and fired into shape. The craftsman carefully takes it out and draws countless beautiful lines on it with a pen.

Every stroke is concentrated and exhausted, and if there is a slight mistake, all previous efforts will be wasted.

The painting time can be as short as a few months or as long as several years.

After the outline is completed, it is re-fired. Among the hundreds of utensils fired at the same time, only this peerless masterpiece remains.

Time flies, it was buried deep in the soil, and the sun and moon changed to a new sky for 800 years.

Pata soil was thrown away and when the staff washed the soil off their bodies, it was still as beautiful as it was when it was fired.

Lao Yang and Uncle Mu Yang didn't have such imagination, and they lost interest after listening to the deputy curator's explanation.

Everyone was about to leave but found that Li Mushang was still standing there in a daze. The deputy curator wanted to speak, but Uncle Mu Yang covered his mouth.

This move startled the surrounding staff, and the security guards were even ready to subdue Uncle Mu Yang. Fortunately, the deputy curator responded faster than a gesture of nothing.

Uncle Mu Yang said in a low voice: "Li Mushang is currently constructing a plot about this blue and white porcelain in his mind, if it is interrupted, all previous efforts will be wasted."

"Let's wait outside, just leave the two of them safe, and he will naturally recover after the construction is completed."

As the former drum king of Huaxia, Uncle Mu Yang has collaborated with many talented musicians in his life, from the early Dou Xian to Wang Feng are all talented.

He is not too familiar with this scene. A person who is naturally sensitive to music is as emotional as an artist. When he sees something, a picture will appear in his mind.

These stories are half-fictional and half-real, and in layman's terms they are the so-called musical inspirations.

When the story is perfected in their heads, they create lyrics and an arrangement based on it.

Everyone walked out of the Porcelain Museum without disturbing Li Mushang. The deputy curator usually does the most work on excavating and protecting cultural relics, and has never dealt with any musicians.

He said with some emotion: "I used to only hear that people who do art have some personalities, but now it seems that's not the case. It's just that they think more than us, so they seem to be a bit unique."

Uncle Mu Yang gave a thumbs up: "Your old opinion is much better than many people."

"Thank you for understanding!"

Li Mushang stood there for more than 50 minutes before he came back to his senses, and turned around to find that the others had already left, and only two security guards had been staring at him not far away.

He had tears in his eyes, not because he was blinded by the wind, but because of his emotion for this national treasure.

"Maybe you want more people to see you too?"

"Leave this to me!"

He talks to himself like a psycho, which looks weird.

After turning around and thanking the security guard, he stepped out of the exhibition hall.

Uncle Mu Yang and the others were sitting on the bench outside chatting, and asked after seeing Li Mushang.

"Have you figured out the plot?"

Li Mushang nodded: "I conceived a complete story by referring to the deputy curator's explanation just now and adding my own insights."

"I have gained a lot. I can't help but want to start creating."

The deputy curator stood up and held Li Mushang's hand tightly with both hands and said, "Then everything will be left to you."

"We need society's attention too much."

"please!"

After walking out of the Capital Museum, it was already dark, and everyone got into the car and left after putting on their sunglasses and masks again.

I passed by a restaurant on the way, bought some beer and packed a meal. After returning to the studio, I turned on the lights on the lawn, and everyone moved out of the table and chairs and started eating like this.

Li Mushang picked up his wine glass and said: "This is our first job, and it will be very intense starting tomorrow. I wish our performance a success."

Uncle Mu Yang and Lao Yang raised their glasses and clinked together: "The performance was successful!"

After drinking a glass, Li Mushang continued to speak: "After the rehearsal starts tomorrow, we can no longer drink alcohol."

"I hope you can understand."

They are a team without a clear distinction between superiors and subordinates, but they still have to explain the rules clearly.

There is no work on weekdays, and everyone can do whatever they want, but they must devote themselves to work.

Uncle Mu Yang and Lao Yang expressed their understanding after hearing this, and patted their chests to promise that they would never drink alcohol at work.

Everyone ate this meal for a long time, happily chatting about interesting things about music until late at night.

In the room, Li Mushang did not rest, but took up a pen to convert the plot in his mind today into lyrics. What is different from the past is that he also wrote a story similar to the script.