An Athlete Held up by an Entertainment Career

Xu Qiao lowered her eyelashes and looked at the little girl on the stage who smiled shyly at the audience and walked off the stage with her pipa in her arms. It could be seen that she cherished the pipa in her arms very much.

Looking away, Xu Qiao said to Wen Lin: "At her age, it's pretty good to play like this. It's a bit harsh to use the word 'dead thing'."

Ying Wenlin smiled wryly: "I don't want to make such an evaluation. I want to see a good seedling more than anyone else."

While the waiter in a small gown refilled tea for the two, Xu Qiao thanked them, and looked up to see the little girl who had just performed on the stage walking towards them with her pipa in her arms.

"Uncle Ying." The little girl stopped by the table, shouted crisply, and then smiled shyly at Xu Qiao, "Brother Xu Qiao."

It turned out that he still knew Ying Wenlin.Xu Qiao nodded to her.

The little girl sat down, still holding the pipa in her arms, Ying Wenlin patted her head, and said to Xu Qiao: "This is my niece, Ying Zhengchun."

"Xiaochun, let your elder brother Xu Qiao point out the song just now."

Xiaochun had never heard that Xu Qiao could play the pipa, so she blinked and obediently handed the pipa to him.

Ying Wenlin adjusted his posture and looked at Xu Qiao with great interest.

He has only heard Xu Qiao's sanxian, which can be described as superb, but he has never heard him play the pipa.Thinking of what Xu Qiao said earlier, "The best at the pipa, the erhu is also good, and the sanxian is the worst", Ying Wenlin thought it was probably an exaggeration.

Others can't cultivate the sanxian skills in half a lifetime, and the result is the worst?

Xu Qiao took the pipa, wrapped her fingernails and adjusted her posture.

Ying Wenlin sighed inwardly, as soon as this pose was put on, the taste was there.Some people just sat there, and they looked like everyone.

Looking at Xiaochun who was looking over with wide eyes, Xu Qiao smiled at her, then turned her head, put her hands on the strings, lowered her eyes and said in a low voice: "The melody of "Song on the Frontier" does not have strong ups and downs, and there must be relaxation in the straightforward narrative. trend."

Xiaochun nodded vigorously.

She pinched the hem of her clothes with her fingers, her heart pounding.I feel that the appearance of Xu Qiao holding the pipa in her arms is really the one described in the ancient poems who is still holding the pipa half-hidden.

Xiaochun is not very old, and he always feels empty in his head, unable to find an appropriate word to describe him.

Thoughts rushed out, Xiaochun thought of watching TV a few days ago, there was a dancer from the Western Regions, and people said she was charming on TV——

Yes, it is "all kinds of styles".Xiaochun's eyes lit up, thinking it was the word.

Even though it seems a little strange to use this word on a man, Xiaochun felt that he couldn't find a more suitable one.

"Song on the Frontier" is a suite of five independent pieces, the first of which is "Gong Yuan Chun Si".

Xu Qiao's thoughts drifted back to a long, long time ago, when he hid in a brothel, disguised as a man and a woman to survive.

I don't remember those faces anymore, but in a trance, I seem to hear the stern voice of the teaching mother again.He practiced the three-day period in summer and three-ninth in winter. He has worked hard to practice the pipa for many years.

"One piece and one relaxation, it is necessary to pay attention to the left hand fingering. Pulling, twisting, especially the use of push-pull tone." Xu Qiao's low voice fell, and the left hand pressed the strings, and the right hand rolled the strings, and the melody sounded.

Ying Wenlin's ears moved slightly, and his mind was immersed in it.

The timbre is bright, the melody is tactful, and the gurgling pipa carries the sorrow and sorrow of the daughter's family.In the past, Zhaojun sat by the window looking at the emotional and melancholy of the high palace wall, and spread it in front of him like a picture scroll.

The voices of the guests in the teahouse suddenly quieted down, and they all looked up to find the source of the voice.

"It's "Song on the Frontier" again, huh? This tune!"

"Which master is playing?"

"I don't know, it's from the second floor."

"Shh, keep your voice down, and listen carefully."

The guests in the teahouse listen to the music all the year round, and they all have the ability to distinguish.When I first heard this song, I was a little excited.

Xiaochun's performance just now has some style, and it is not difficult to see his future accomplishments in the pipa.It's just that compared with the current one, it's far worse, and there is no comparison at all.

Listening to this new "Song on the Plug", all thoughts in my mind are empty.

Xu Qiao closed her eyes, pushed and pulled and kneaded the strings with her fingers.

The small difference in the speed and range will bring about the difference in feeling.

Ying Wenlin stared at his posture and fingers, his expression changed again and again.

Xu Qiao's posture holding the pipa and fingering when playing seem a little strange, but they are very harmonious.

Pipa has undergone thousands of years of evolution, and its playing techniques have undergone considerable changes.Ying Wenlin finally confirmed that Xu Qiao used that ancient technique.

He also remembered that Xu Qiao had played the three-stringed lute before, and when he recalled it now, it was clear that his technique was very different from the current one.

Ying Wenlin couldn't figure out who Xu Qiao's apprentice was, and he didn't want to think about it any more. He held his breath and let himself indulge in this melancholy and melodious melody.

Pipa has been used as Hu language for thousands of years, clearly resenting the theory in the song.The sound of mourning and sadness echoed in the teahouse after Xu Qiao pushed and pulled.

The scene of Zhaojun going out of the fortress in the past is outlined by the tune.

In the vast expanse of Saibei, the lonely smoke in the desert, the wind and sand rolled up the skirt, and the princess Heqin holding a pipa in her arms played the sound of her hometown under the light of the moon.

Xiaochun stared blankly at Xu Qiao, unknowingly shedding tears.

She practiced "Song on the Plug" for a long time.I have played "Cai Shang Song" countless times and I know the score by heart.

Oh I see.

I don't know how long it took before the last syllable fell.

Ying Wenlin let out a long breath that he had held in for a long time, his lips moved, and he said with a sigh: "This is "Song on the Frontier"..."

Xu Qiao half opened her eyes and heard thunderous applause upstairs and downstairs.

Noisy voices sounded immediately, and many people flocked to the stairs to see who was playing above.

It's just that Xu Qiao and Ying Wenlin's table is in the VIP area, and there are partitions on both sides, so they can't see it at the stairs. If they want to get closer, the waiter stops them.

The guests felt a little regretful, and they didn't want to force their way, so they had to go back to their seats.Many people did not give up, and their eyes were still on the stairs, waiting for the master who just played to come down.

Returning the pipa to Xiaochun, Xu Qiao patted her head: "The five parts of "Song on the Frontier" are relatively similar in structure, melody, and emotional expression. When you play, you should pay attention to the beginning, succession, and transition."

Xiao Chun took the pipa, sniffed and nodded, looking at Ying Wenlin helplessly, unable to speak for a while.

Ying Wenlin knew that his niece was shocked, and was shocked again.

Her parents and relatives are all masters of folk music, and she has been nurtured and taught since she was a child. In addition, she has a good talent, and she is the most outstanding one compared with the children studying at the same time.

In this way, high spirits are indispensable, and the teacher's teachings are often not listened to on weekdays.

But just like Ying Wenlin's evaluation of the word "dead thing" to her earlier, Xiaochun's technique is enough, but he can't comprehend the deeper inner things.

Ying Wenlin sighed and looked at Xu Qiao with complicated eyes.

This level of playing the pipa, not to mention Xiaochun, even himself was shocked.

Only now did he understand that Xu Qiao's phrase "playing the sanxian the last" was not a self-effacing statement.It's telling the truth, as far as Xu Qiao's pipa level is concerned, the folk orchestra can't find a second one.

It doesn't matter if your niece is hit or beaten, calm down your impetuous heart, and it's good and not bad to settle down.

Thinking of this, Ying Wenlin looked at the tearful Xiaochun: "Xiaochun, I have something to say to your brother Xu Qiao, you should go back first."

Xiaochun lowered her head, raised her eyes and glanced at Xu Qiao, dawdled for a long time before leaving with her pipa in her arms.

As soon as she went downstairs, someone stopped her: "Xiaochun, who was playing the pipa just now?"

Xiaochun hesitated for a while, Xu Qiao is a star anyway, she didn't know if she could just say that.

Seeing the little girl hesitating for a long time, someone asked beside her, "Could it be Teacher Ying?"

Regular customers of the teahouse all knew that Xiaochun and Ying Wenlin were uncles and nephews.

Xiaochun nodded indiscriminately, and hurried away with her pipa in her arms, leaving behind a bunch of confused people.

"Is it really Teacher Ying?"

"It should be... Teacher Ying can probably play it like this."

"Why do I remember Teacher Ying's pipa skills are not that strong?"

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After Xiaochun left, Ying Wenlin picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Xu Qiao: "My niece is the most outstanding performer among the juniors in the folk orchestra."

Putting down the teapot, he shook his head, with some helplessness on his face: "You can see the level, it's not bad, but it's still far from it."

Xu Qiao pointed at the Mosuo teacup and smiled: "She is still young and has a bright future."

"Young?" Ying Wenlin snorted, "She is sixteen this year, and she started learning pipa at the age of three. She has been learning pipa for 13 years. Xu Qiao, tell me, how many years have you been learning?"

Xu Qiao recalled it, and looked at Ying Wenlin for a while: "More than ten years."

"More than ten years." Ying Wenlin suddenly had mixed feelings, "I used to think that hard work can make up for it, and no matter how stupid a bird learns to fly in advance, it can always catch up. But the older I get, the more I understand the two 'talent'. Words are so rare."

"Some people beg for food from God, and some people are fed by God." Ying Wenlin became more and more excited as he talked, "I have been playing folk music for almost 40 years. When people call me master, I Can you really think of yourself as a master?"

"Teacher Ying—"

Ying Wenlin raised his hand to interrupt Xu Qiao: "My teachers saw that I was hardworking and retired behind the scenes and handed over the folk orchestra to me. But since I took over the folk orchestra, it has been a success year after year. Years are not as good as a year."

"Xu Qiao, I knew before in "National Style" that your skills in using the sanxian are superior to mine. As a result, apart from the sanxian, this pipa is also the same. You are God chasing after you for food."

Xu Qiao pursed her lips and said nothing.

He has learned musical instruments from the mother-in-law for more than ten years in the book in the brothel. He grew up beating and scolding since he was a child, and he practiced hard every day.

Ying Wenlin continued: "I told you before that my teachers retreated behind the scenes, and the performance of the folk orchestra at the World Music Exchange Conference was not very good. Since a few years ago, I have been running to the teahouse or going to the The major music academies run around to find good seedlings who can survive the field."

He picked up the piano case that was placed beside him earlier: "This is the sanxian for you. The master craftsman made it out of good wood. I originally wanted to use this sanxian to fool you, but now..."

Ying Wenlin smiled wryly. Now that he heard Xu Qiao's pipa skills, he felt that this chip is really nothing, and it would be a joke if he took it out.

Just as Ying Wenlin was feeling downcast, Xu Qiao took the piano case from him: "Teacher Ying thinks highly of me."

Ying Wenlin was stunned for a moment, and after realizing the meaning of Xu Qiao's words, flowers bloomed from frustration in an instant.