An Athlete Held up by an Entertainment Career

Ying Wenlin's folk orchestra is a national art troupe directly under the Ministry of Culture, and has its own training venue and performance hall.

When Xu Qiao followed him, he walked through the rehearsal room, and when he passed a rehearsal room with an open door, Ying Wenlin poked his head in and took a look.

"Hey, Xiao Tang, play the flute."

The young man who was playing the flute inside put down the flute in his hand, his face full of grief and indignation: "Mr. Ying, what are you doing!"

Can you, don't use this tone, what kind of blowjob.Those who learn flute, why can't they escape being attacked by pornographic jokes?

Ying Wenlin snorted: "I've said it several times, close the door during training, don't affect others. If you don't close the door next time, I will punish you to perform under the flyover to earn money."

"I got it, I got it." Xiao Tang rubbed his nose, and his eyes drifted to Xu Qiao who was behind Ying Wenlin, "Hey, isn't this—"

Before he could finish speaking, Ying Wenlin closed the rehearsal room door for him with a "bang".

Xiao Tang: "..."

"Isn't this Xu Qiao?" Xiao Tang stood on tiptoe and looked curiously at Xu Qiao's back through the window.

Although I haven't seen it before, everyone in the Chinese Orchestra is no stranger to Xu Qiao.

Previously, Xu Qiao and Ying Wenlin participated in the Guofeng Variety Show. After returning, Ying Wenlin cut out the part where he played the sanxian and listened to the orchestra many times.

There is really nothing to say about the level. As far as the Sanxian skills are concerned, there is no one in the junior generation of folk music that can match him.

Xiao Tang followed the backs of the two with his eyes, and picked up the flute again until he lost sight of them.

When I saw the real person, I was still a little excited.

Ying Wenlin dragged Xu Qiao to continue walking in, and arrived at the rehearsal hall after a short walk.The orchestra members were doing ensemble training, and the two stopped and stood aside to watch.

The folk orchestra is divided into four groups: windpipe, plucked strings, plucked strings, and percussion. The members are generally young and look quite young.

Xu Qiao scanned around and saw Xiaochun in the plucking group was playing the pipa with her arms in her arms. Judging from where she was sitting, Xiaochun was considered the core of the group.

During the training interval, Xiaochun moved his wrist, and when he looked up, he saw his uncle and Xu Qiao standing there. He was taken aback for a moment, and then waved excitedly at them.

The people around noticed her movement and followed her gaze one after another.

"Teacher Ying!"

"Xu Qiao??"

"Mr. Wow, you actually invited Xu Qiao here."

Seeing everyone's excitement, Ying Wenlin coughed, and pressed his palms down to signal everyone to be quiet: "Okay, calm down, you will spend a long time with Xu Qiao in the future."

After hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up. What does this mean? It means that Xu Qiao will go with them in the exchange meeting in the second half of the year!

Ying Wenlin: "Today I brought Xu Qiao over to have a look and get to know everyone. I will discuss it with Xu Qiao later in the training time."

After speaking, he asked Xu Qiao to briefly introduce himself.

Regardless of everyone's eagerness to ask Xu Qiao to play another piece of music on the spot, Ying Wenlin has already taken him to the lounge.

For a while, the mind of training has faded a lot, and everyone discusses it.

"I really want to hear him play the sanxian live."

"Didn't Xiaochun say that he is also good at the pipa? Xiaochun, what kind of method is it?"

Xiaochun hugged her pipa and said proudly: "Brother Xu Qiao played it with my pipa that day! You don't know, the whole teahouse was silent when he heard Brother Xu Qiao playing, so I just stood by and listened. "The Last Song" was played by him..."

After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't think of a suitable adjective, so Xiaochun choked out two words: "Absolutely!"

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In the lounge, Ying Wenlin took out the Chinese Orchestra's brochure and put it in front of Xu Qiao. While he was flipping through it, he asked, "You just listened to everyone's training, how do you feel?"

Xu Qiao pondered for a while and said, "Technically they are pretty good."

After all, they are all good seedlings carefully selected, and all the basic skills are there.

Ying Wenlin nodded: "Yes, the youngest member of the band is Xiao Chun, who has been playing musical instruments for 13 years, and the others are basically running up in 15 years."

With more than ten years of knowledge and good talent, there is nothing to say about playing.

"It's just that there are still few who can stand up to the big scene. The older generation has retreated, and there are some faults in the middle. These juniors are still not ready." Ying Wenlin saw Xu Qiao slowly flipping through the brochure, sitting on a chair, listening vaguely. The sound of the music came, and he sighed, "I told you earlier, the performance of the folk orchestra in the world is not good."

"My teacher used to go to various national concert halls to perform solo, good guy, one person is worth an orchestra, that's really a long face."

"Now that the teachers have retired, what about us people, what kind of national symphony has started."

Ying Wenlin shook his head: "You know all these things about the three-stringed pipa, and you must know it. Our folk music has a disadvantage in ensemble."

"Folk music is about individuality." Xu Qiao continued.

"Yeah, in our traditional music system, how can there be such a thing as 'symphony'? National symphony music? Oh, the symphony itself is a product of Western music, with Western aesthetics as the standard, to participate in this exchange meeting... ..." Ying Wenlin pressed his temples, "It's not easy for these juniors in all aspects."

Xu Qiao understood what Ying Wenlin meant.

Compared with the neat and orderly ensemble of Western music in the concert hall, folk music gives people the impression that most of them are independent.

Western music has a unified model and a fixed paradigm in the configuration of ensemble instruments.Small orchestras as small as about 20 members, and symphony orchestras as large as more than 100 members, all have their standardized preparations.

In terms of performance, momentum and resonance needless to say.

However, traditional Chinese musical instruments are mainly high-middle tones and lack continuo bass. This requires the introduction of Western cellos, double basses and basses to strengthen the bass parts, including the invention of the low-key sheng, low-key suona, etc. to improve.

"In recent years, the Chinese folk orchestra has undergone many reforms. It is said that it is in line with the international standards, but in the end it has been modified and changed. It is more like a copycat version of the symphony orchestra." Ying Wenlin laughed at himself, "Our folk music is sometimes called grass stage opera. The team is not without reason."

The advantages of folk music are obvious. The instruments have strong personality, and a single instrument has a strong expressive force. Pipa, sanxian, erhu, etc. can all construct rich and strange melodies.

But this is also its disadvantage.Strong personality, poor inclusiveness.

The initial purpose of creating most national musical instruments is not ensemble performance. Compared with Western symphony orchestras, they must be much less competitive in ensemble performance. In terms of rhythm and artistic conception, they have to be gradually adjusted.

Ying Wenlin didn't know whether he was happy or regretful: "In the past, folk music didn't emphasize chords, and it was not as layered as Western music on the whole. Traditional music was also taught by mouth, so there was no concept of dedicated composition. Now we have borrowed from Western music. Compose the music, entrust a composer to compose the music, well, the product of the combination of Chinese and Western has come out!"

"A few days ago, I asked a doll who came to our folk orchestra to study, and I just teased her, what instrument do you think is the most important in our folk orchestra? Then she told me about the cello." He shook his head, "Hey, the cello. If you want to say that she is wrong about what other people said, it makes sense, isn’t the cello very important in terms of harmony.”

Xu Qiao was amused by Ying Wenlin's speechless expression.

Ying Wenlin saw him smile, and there was a helpless smile on his face: "At your level, whether it's a sanxian or a pipa, you can control the scene solo. I think it's about making use of your strengths and avoiding weaknesses when you play in an ensemble. Communicate with us big guys and see how it behaves."

Xu Qiao had a lot of thoughts in his mind, and his eyes fell on the introduction brochure Ying Wenlin gave him. Looking at the composition of the folk band above, Xu Qiao thought for a while, then looked at Ying Wenlin: "Ying Wenlin Teacher, do you have a pen and paper?"

Ying Wenlin didn't know what he was going to do, nodded, got up and handed him a stack of paper and pen.

Xu Qiao held the pen, paused, and began to write.

Blindly referring to the Western musical instrument theory, there are too many problems for Chinese orchestras, in terms of timbre harmony, various.

The few words written by Xu Qiao are: the theory of harmony of folk music.

As soon as Ying Wenlin saw him write, he admired the good words from the bottom of his heart, and then his eyes froze.

What Xu Qiao wrote is some of his own opinions, not a complete and mature theory, and can only be used as a reference.But when Ying Wenlin looked at what he wrote down, the shock in his heart was beyond words.

He felt that the difficulties encountered in promoting the development of Chinese orchestras in recent years, those bottlenecks that could be vaguely touched but could not be broken, seemed to have loosened a bit.

After an unknown amount of time, Xu Qiao stopped writing and handed the paper to Ying Wenlin: "Teacher Ying, these are all incomplete theories. You can see if you can get some ideas."

Rubbing her sore wrist, Xu Qiao heard Ying Wenlin ask, "You just gave it to me, and you're not afraid that I will steal your achievements?"

Xu Qiao smiled. These can only be regarded as some of his own experience and understanding. They are not systematic at all, so they are not considered achievements.

It would be a good thing if Ying Wenlin could really have some ideas and push folk music to a higher level.But this matter cannot be rushed, and he must spend half his life slowly deliberating and perfecting it.

"It's not a result, it's just a thought." Xu Qiao poured himself a glass of water to moisten his parched throat.

"You're calling me." Ying Wenlin shook his head and smiled, "Maybe one day this stack of your manuscripts will be collected in a museum, and I'll have to frame it properly when I get home."

Xu Qiao was helpless: "Teacher Ying was joking, how could it be that exaggerated."

Ying Wenlin patted him on the shoulder and didn't speak.

Xu Qiao returned home with the sanxian sent by Ying Wenlin. After returning home, she still went to the studio gym to train with Kang Wei every day, and went to the Chinese Orchestra every few days to train with everyone.

Mo Chenghong took a few more announcements and interviews for him, and when he was free, he had to use the trumpet to cooperate with Gao Ming to promote the game of the end of the world. Xu Qiao felt that his schedule was getting more and more full.

After such a fulfilling period of time, the second issue of "Survival" finally started under the anticipation of the audience.