An Athlete Held up by an Entertainment Career

After the program team hung up the preview of the live broadcast at [-] p.m., they turned off the live broadcast equipment, and a large number of viewers left messages.

"Looking forward to the evening show"

"My mother loves to watch Fan Menghua dance, and I will bring her to watch at night."

"In such a short time, can you rehearse well?"

"The teachers are all experienced, just wait and see"

In the farmyard, the program team arranged the scene full of ancient rhyme, arranged several camera positions, and communicated with the location scheduling of the next evening's program, and the four inheritors of the national style made intensive preparations.

For Hou Yingfan and Yu Feipeng, it’s okay to say that one will explain the poems to the audience, make a draft, and then tell the audience in detail. This is not difficult for Hou Yingfan, the vice president of the Poetry Association.

Another old man, Yu Feipeng, has the skills of drawing and writing. When the time comes to write a picture under the camera, as long as the program team prepares the four treasures of the study.

The ones who are really in trouble are Ying Wenlin and Fan Menghua.

Just got the answer to "Wandering Poem", and the two of them will spend half a day composing music and dancing according to this poem on the spot.Fortunately, both of them are old artists, so improvisation is not a big problem.

Ying Wenlin held the three-stringed qin in his arms, hummed a minor tune, and plucked the strings to compose the music.

Xu Qiao glanced at his sanxian several times, feeling a little envious.

As expected of a well-known folk music master in China, Ying Wenlin's sanxian is extremely meticulous in workmanship, and the materials used are old materials.

The qin and drum are slightly square and made of high-quality Hainan huanghuali wood. The wood is greasy and smooth, and the pattern is also beautiful.The nanmu is used for the burden, and the big-leaf red sandalwood is used for the fingerboard.

As for the one covered on both sides, if he read it correctly, it should be the skin of a wild Burmese golden flower python.

As soon as Ying Wenlin plucked the strings, Xu Qiao could tell that the timbre of this sanxian was excellent.

Fan Menghua changed into dancing clothes, and waited for Ying Wenlin to arrange the dance steps along with the music.At this time Ying Wenlin was still not well, she sat aside a little bored, seeing Xu Qiao always looking at Ying Wenlin's Sanxian, she couldn't help being happy:

"Xu Qiao, why do you keep looking at Wenlin's piano, do you want it?"

Xu Qiao withdrew her gaze and shook her head reservedly.

Fan Menghua patted him on the shoulder: "Xu Qiao, I've seen your video clips. You danced well and sang well."

Ying Wenlin had nails wrapped around his fingers and plucked the strings intermittently. Hearing this, he looked at Xu Qiao: "Do you know opera?"

Xu Qiao responded, "I will."

Ying Wenlin became interested, now made up a paragraph, hummed a few words, and then looked at Xu Qiao: "Come on, let's see, can you sing?"

Min Yang sat on the side flipping through his phone, and frowned when he heard the movement here.Xindao Xu Qiao really didn't think much of herself, so she ran to Ying Wenlin to show off.

Xu Qiao recalled Ying Wenlin's singing just now, and hummed.

As soon as he uttered his voice, Ying Wenlin couldn't help but nodded, and then he began to play with his operatic accent.

In the small courtyard of the farmhouse, the clear and clear music is like the snow melting in the mountain stream, flowing between the rivers and rivers.

Yu Wenpeng who was rubbing ink on the side, and the program staff who were still busy adjusting the equipment couldn't help but turn their eyes to this side.

The melodious voice of the young man fits perfectly with the sound of the sanxian, and a few sentences outline a leisurely picture.

Ying Wenlin just made up these few lines. Seeing that Xu Qiao finished singing quickly, he felt a little unsatisfied, so he gave him a thumbs up: "Singing well."

The program team couldn't help laughing and said, "Teacher Ying, why don't you let Xu Qiao cooperate with you at night?"

Ying Wenlin's eyes lit up, and just as he was about to agree, Min Yang said beside him, "Tonight is the stage for the four teachers, aren't we the witnesses?"

The program team choked for a moment, thinking that there would be a gap in the number of shots between the two witnesses for Xu Qiao's appearance, and Min Yang would definitely not be happy, so he didn't continue to speak.

Ying Wenlin was a little unhappy, glanced at Min Yang and said nothing.

He doesn't care about the number of shots or not, creating an excellent program is what artists like them pursue.

Looking at Xu Qiao with some regret, and finding that he couldn't help but glance at his Sanxian, Ying Wenlin was taken aback, and said with a smile, "Why, do you like my Sanxian?"

Some like it, but not to the point of liking it very much.So Xu Qiao shook his head.

"Can you play it?" Ying Wenlin continued to compose the tune and asked casually.

"know a little."

Ying Wenlin already had some idea of ​​Xu Qiao's "point", and asked with a smile, "Try?"

Xu Qiao rubbed her eyes and said sleepily, "No, I won't bother you and Teacher Fan to rehearse the program."

If it wasn't for Ying Wenlin and Fan Menghua's live broadcast tonight, Xu Qiao really wanted to try.

He hasn't touched the sanxian for many years.Speaking of which, during his days in the brothel, he was a performer but not a person, and he had to learn everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Guests love to listen to ditties, so they have to learn to sing and play.Sanxian, pipa, and guqin have been taught for more than ten years by the masters of Liyuan.After going through a few books, I also relied on this skill to make a living.

Right now, Ying Wenlin's sanxian brought back some memories for him.

Both Ying Wenlin and Fan Menghua are artists with real talent and learning, and in the evening, the show is almost finished.The time was tight, and the program that was arranged was also called wonderful.

In the blink of an eye, there was still an hour before the live broadcast at nine o'clock in the evening. The four inheritors of the national style were all ready. The program team invited the villagers who had greeted them in advance. The villagers walked into the yard and sat on the benches in rows.

When there were too many people, problems started to arise. Ying Wenlin was holding Sanxian and was going to sit and rest in the back, when he happened to collide with a villager.The sanxian in his arms was about to fall to the ground, Ying Wenlin fell to the ground, Qin was fine, but his wrist was twisted.

Ying Wenlin twisted his hand, and the program crew panicked.

"Mr. Ying, are your hands okay?"

"Hurry up, take an ice towel and apply it."

Ying Wenlin frowned, the problem with his wrist was not serious, but it hurt unbearably when he moved it, it might be difficult to play the three strings today.

Knowing the condition of Ying Wenlin's wrist, the program team discussed how to deal with it: "Should we postpone the live broadcast?"

"It's a bit troublesome. The announcement has also been hung up. The villagers have all been invited."

"Then Teacher Fan can't dance without the soundtrack."

Listening to the discussion of the program group, Ying Wenlin frowned, and looked at Xu Qiao for a while: "Xu Qiao, how is your sanxian playing?"

He was a little skeptical of Xu Qiao's earlier statement of "a little bit".

Xu Qiao was stunned for a moment, and just about to speak, Ying Wenlin asked again: "Can you play it? I played this tune this afternoon."

Xu Qiao thought for a while, then nodded slowly.

Ying Wenlin smiled, and stuffed the Sanxian in his hand into his arms: "Let Xu Qiao try it, and I'll talk to him about the score."

The program team hesitated.

I haven't seen Xu Qiao play the Sanxian before. What if he plays the show, what if it lowers the effect of the show?

Min Yang couldn't help but sneered in his heart, Xu Qiao didn't know where he had learned Sanxian for a few days, so he dared to let him go up and try it out. It's not because he lowered the grade of Fan Menghua's dance music for nothing.

The so-called thousand-day pipa and hundred-day zither require half a lifetime of practice for the sanxian.You are a monk halfway through, so you dare to entrust the big one to perform on stage, isn't it intentional to make people laugh?

"Just let him try it out. This time it's my hand that's wrong. Xu Qiao goes up and hits it. Even if he doesn't play well, he came to save the game. Who will say him?" Ying Wenlin saw that the program crew was hesitant. Said a little impatiently.

The program crew thought so, and Xu Qiao's going up could be considered a topic.

The announcement was updated in the live broadcast column, informing that Ying Wenlin had sprained his wrist and Xu Qiao would replace him, and immediately a large number of messages popped up.

"Teacher Ying injured his wrist? Is it serious?"

"How could Xu Qiao be the replacement? Can Xu Qiao play the sanxian?"

"He came to the rescue, don't spray him if he doesn't play well."

Soon, it was nine o'clock. After everything was in place, the program team turned on the live broadcast equipment.

The camera scanned the villagers sitting in rows in the courtyard, and fell on Hou Yingfan and Yu Feipeng.

Hou Yingfan talked about the allusions of wandering poems. When he was talking, Mr. Yu Feipeng swiped his pen brush, and the fragrance of ink spread in the courtyard for a while.

After the paragraph ended, the camera turned to Xu Qiao and Fan Menghua.

Xu Qiao recalled the song written by Ying Wenlin, and plucked the string in her hand.

Accompanied by the sound of strings, Fan Menghua moved behind him on the left.

"Xu Qiao seems to play pretty well, huh?"

"It seems that this kind of instrument is rarely played by people. Is there any professional to talk about how it is played?"

"If you are a student of folk music, let me tell you that Sanxian has no frets. It is not easy to play this kind of non-category plucked string instrument. It is even more difficult to play the charm of Sanxian."

Ying Wenlin listened attentively, relaxed, and nodded in satisfaction.

The "a little bit" that Xu Qiao said was not really "a little bit".

In the first part of the Allegro, he used a lot of fingers, picking, sliding, and kneading, and his skills were unexpectedly proficient.

The melody is cadenced, melodious and melodious. Even a person who does not understand music can hear this piece of wandering away from home. Although he is melancholy, he is yearning and joyful in the face of the world.

Through this tune, the earing rice in the countryside, the chimneys emitting green smoke, and the sound of the cowboy's reed flute all seem to appear in front of my eyes.

Generally speaking, this section is lively and agitated, chic and smooth.

A variation follows.

Xu Qiao slid her finger down and pressed tightly on the string, imitating the sound of a rooster crowing.

When the villagers heard the sound, they cheered together, and it was lively for a while.

Ying Wenlin's smile froze at the corner of his mouth.

This is called knowing a little bit?You call that a little?

"... Was that the rooster crowing just now?"

"???"

"The rooster crows in the village? Don't tell me that Xu Qiao made the sound."

Xu Qiao couldn't see the shock of the barrage, and continued to pluck the sanxian.

Sanxian used to be made of python skin, but now python is a national protected animal, and today's sanxian is either made of artificial leather or artificially raised python skin.

The sanxian in his hand is an old one, but Ying Wenlin's eater even uses a high-quality python skin.The sound quality is pure and the reverberation is long, Xu Qiao likes this sanxian more and more.

As for imitating the sounds of various animals, it is not difficult for him.

Xu Qiao touched the strings and tapped the python skin with her fingers.

There were bursts of muffled dog barks.

"Dog barking?"

"??? How the hell did you do that?"

It didn't wait for the bullet screens to react.Then there was a rush of frogs and cicadas.

The tune instantly becomes pathos.Comparing with the dance of Fan Menghua behind him, it is difficult to regain consciousness for a while.

Ying Wenlin exhaled, with an inexplicable and relieved look on his face.

The piece played by Xu Qiao is still composed by him, but he has made some minor arrangements, such as the local accent changes.

Unexpectedly, Xu Qiao's skill in using Sanxian was even better than him.The original wandering song was a product of haste, after all, there was only less than a day to arrange the composition.

The final result is not bad, and there is still a long way from the classic excellence.However, this adaptation by Xu Qiao has raised the artistic conception of the song to a higher level, which is enough to be included in the textbook category.

Roosters crowing, dogs barking, cicadas croaking and frogs croaking are all the sounds of hometown.

The wanderer who travels far, hesitant, lonely, thinks of the singing of the plants, trees, insects and birds in his hometown.

The pride of leaving home to pursue his dream independently faded at a certain moment, and he finally thought of his mother who was always at home and stood there in a waiting attitude.

The tune belonging to the hometown floated into everyone's heart.

"Why do I feel like crying..."

"I think of the pond behind my hometown again, and the frogs gather in summer"

"I'm a little homesick"

When Xu Qiao made the last note, Fan Menghua's movements froze and the program was successfully completed.

The villagers cheered in unison, and the barrage of bullets flew up. Min Yang sat by the side, looking unhappy.It was agreed to be an audience together, but you went on stage alone.

Xu Qiao put away the sanxian, and before returning it to Ying Wenlin, he grabbed his wrist and asked eagerly, "Xu Qiao, do you want to join our national orchestra?"

Before Xu Qiao could refuse, Ying Wenlin immediately said, "This is the Sanxian for you."

Sanxian in his hand, the body of the piano is made of old wood, and the golden flower python skin.