The cross-border king of entertainment

Chapter 61 0061, Good Song 【Favorites, Monthly Pass】

There is an old saying: One sound becomes a Buddha, and one sound contains everything in the world.

The sound of the instrument Dongxiao is very special, perhaps no other instrument in the world has this quality.

If it is said to have beautiful timbre, then many musical instruments have beautiful timbres; if it is said that it can play a wide range, then many musical instruments have a wide range.

In fact, Dongxiao itself has a sense of vicissitudes, as if a person becomes mature after experiencing many things in this world.

This vicissitudes of life represents the road a person has traveled and his life experience.

In the world, there is such a conclusion that the simpler the more eternal.

This conclusion also applies to musical instruments, the simplest musical instruments, containing all things in the world, may be called "eternal musical instruments".

in the hotel room.

"Xiaoyun, continue blowing to me."

Yan Lide asked Yunfeng to play it over and over again, because the feeling was always a little bit off.

However, this was done on purpose by Yunfeng, and he didn't play "The Song of Swordsman" until he felt that it was almost done.

"This song..." Yan Lide sat on the bed, staring at Yunfeng in a daze, unable to believe his ears.

He had heard Yunfeng say that the flute was better than the piano and guitar proficiency, so he thought it was just a hobby, at most he could play music according to the score proficiently.

but……

The technique of blowing the flute is so professional that it can't be more professional, even better than the professional musicians in the orchestra.

Dongxiao has a sixteen-character flute formula, which is far away, quiet, strange peaks, ups and downs, indifferent, emptiness, gathering energy, and concentrating.

Yunfeng did it all.

Yan Lide opened his mouth and was speechless for a long time. After a while, he asked: "Xiaoyun, when did you learn the hole flute?"

"This..." Yunfeng scratched the back of his head, laughed and said, "I don't remember clearly. When I was very young, I saw the neighbor's uncle playing it every morning. I thought it was very interesting, so I went to buy one and came back. , when it’s okay, I’ll take it out and blow it.”

As for the piano and guitar, his level will reach the amateur level, and if he learns for a long or short time, it will not arouse suspicion from others.

But Dongxiao is different. After using the skill book, you can directly reach the professional level, and each level has its own level, and the skill books rewarded by the system directly upgrade this skill to the highest level in the level. .

Yunfeng still remembers what Liang Xixi said in the Liuyi Musical Instrument Store, and saw reviews of several Chinese national musical instruments on the Internet.

Three years for the pipa and five years for Xiao, an erhu to break the waist, a thousand-year-old xun for the ten-thousand-year zither, only the suona ascends to the sky.

"Five years Xiao" refers to the fact that it takes at least five years for the flute to play well.

Although there are elements of exaggeration, it is the truth.

Therefore, when answering Yan Lide's own time to learn the hole flute, he cannot say too short.

When Yan Lide heard this answer, he nodded slightly.

Fortunately.

If he only started studying at the Shanghai Music Academy, then the word "monstrous" cannot describe Yunfeng's talent in the field of music.

Back to the tune played by Yunfeng.

Yan Lide recalled it quietly, and the melody of the song was already complete.

but……

Still feel like something is missing.

It would be great if Wu Zhongyu was here, and he would definitely be able to point out where the shortcomings are.

After pondering for a while, Yan Lide gave up. Professional matters should be left to professionals.

He checked the time, and before he knew it, it was almost twelve o'clock in the evening, so he said to Yunfeng, "Xiaoyun, write down the score first, and show it to Old Wu tomorrow."

"Good teacher." Yunfeng nodded and went to turn on the computer.

Listening to the melody and writing numbered notation, he is very proficient now, and this piece of music is rewarded by the system, and the score of the ensemble of Qin and Xiao is firmly imprinted in his mind.

After a few minutes, both the numbered notation and the ensemble notation were written.

The next day, Yunfeng got up early according to his biological clock.

Yesterday, people who participated in the musical instrument academic exchange meeting were issued cards to enter and exit the Central Conservatory of Music.

Yunfeng happened to be able to go inside for morning exercises.

But because it was too early, even with the cards in hand, he was still questioned by the security guard at the gate.

When I came back, I happened to run into Wu Zhongyu and Wu Zhenhui.

The two had widowed eyes, yawned continuously, and seemed to be in a bad mood.

And they didn't notice Yunfeng who had already come to the front, until Yunfeng said hello: "Mr. Wu, Mr. Wu, good morning."

"Ah, morning."

"Xiaoyun, where have you been so early in the morning?"

……

Yunfeng explained: "I went to the Central Conservatory of Music's playground for morning exercises."

Wu Zhenhui patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Yes, in our line of work, the body is very important, and more exercise is a good thing."

Wu Zhongyu seemed to be in a heavy heart, and after saying hello, he didn't speak any more.

Yunfeng didn't ask about the progress of the composition, he would know soon.

Back in the hotel room, Yunfeng went to take a shower first, and heard Yan Lide talking to Wu Zhenhui from the bathroom door.

"Oh, it really is still difficult."

"I didn't sleep all night, so I picked up a few short pieces of melody, and I can't accept it."

"That's your own problem, composition has nothing to do with age."

"Old Mrs. Wu wanted to win against those foreigners with their noses in the sky, and wanted to prove that our Chinese national musical instruments and music are good, but she couldn't calm down and didn't find any inspiration."

"You've been traveling all over the country and abroad all these years, and you don't have any inventory?"

"If you want musical instruments, I have enough stock. As for the music, I don't even have half a note."

"How about looking for foreign aid?"

"It's not that you don't know what kind of person Old Wu is. If you agree to find foreign aid, I called you last night."

……

Yunfeng listened for a while, then walked out of the bathroom.

At this moment, Yan Lide slapped his thigh and said, "How could I forget about this!"

"Don't be surprised." Wu Zhenhui raised his eyebrows and asked, "Have you thought of any good ideas?"

Yan Lide didn't answer, but asked Yunfeng: "Xiaoyun, where is the score you wrote last night?"

Yunfeng stopped rubbing his head and replied, "In the computer."

"What spectrum..." Before Wu Zhenhui finished speaking, Yan Lide got up and went out, "Hey, Lide?" Wu Zhenhui had no choice but to ask Yunfeng: "Xiaoyun, what spectrum is Lide talking about?"

Yunfeng replied truthfully: "It's the melody I bluffed with you yesterday, and I tried to complete it last night."

"Oh." Wu Zhenhui responded without thinking too deeply.

After a while, Yan Lide came with Wu Zhongyu.

After Wu Zhongyu looked at the computer for a while, Yan Lide asked, "Old Wu, how is it? Can it be used?"

Wu Zhongyu didn't answer, but turned to look at Yunfeng and asked, "Is this really the piece you finished?"

Yan Lide interjected: "It is indeed the piece that Xiaoyun finished. He played it to me all night last night."

Yunfeng also nodded.

Wu Zhongyu said again: "Where's your hole flute? Let me play it."

Yunfeng took out the flute from the instrument box and played it in front of the three of them.

Listening to this, Wu Zhenhui's eyes were wide open, his mouth was wide open, his brows were wrinkled, and even his hair trembled.

Not to mention how good this piece is, just talking about the level of blowing the flute has already made him amazed.

After listening, Wu Zhongyu sighed: "Lide, I regret it."

The piece was well written and had a very rhyme, and she fell in love with it just after listening to it once.

At the same time, I am also amazed at Yunfeng's talent. With a flute, he can perfect a melody of more than a dozen notes into a melody with such a high degree of completion in one night.

Yan Lide was taken aback when he heard the words, and immediately realized that she was referring to Yunfeng's transfer to another department, he smiled wryly, and said, "Old Wu, isn't this matter already over?"

Wu Zhongyu didn't answer him, and continued to ask Yunfeng: "Xiaoyun, tell me what you want to express when you compose this piece of music?"

A piece of music or a song of lyrics needs to have a sad or touching theme. At least the idea or creativity must have a central idea that can bring a sense of imagery to the audience and a sense of continuous output.

Only in this way can it become a complete work.

Yunfeng had already prepared a set of rhetoric, and said directly: "Free and easy, unruly, happy with kindness and hatred, and proud of the world!"

A look of surprise flashed in Wu Zhongyu's eyes, he really couldn't figure out the child.

Most of his peers write about love, but Yunfeng either writes about national sentiments, childhood, or martial arts.

She showed a rare smile and asked curiously: "How did you think of writing such a song?"

"This..." Yunfeng scratched his head, pretending to be embarrassed and said: "I recently read another martial arts novel called "Bartman"."

"I know that." Yan Lide and Wu Zhenhui said in unison.

"You men, don't you have a martial arts dream in your heart no matter what age you are?" Wu Zhongyu's husband is also reading this novel.

"Right."

"This is a man's romance."

……

Yan Lide and Wu Zhenhui smiled at each other.

"Xiaoyun, go and call Tang Yu and the others over." Wu Zhongyu already had some ideas about Yunfeng's piece, and then added: "Remember to ask them to bring their instruments."

(End of this chapter)