technical type

The sound of the piano reappeared. The child's hands were not very good at grasping such cold and hard strings. They were as soft as a knife edge. To make the desired sound, the strength required seemed to be able to cut blood from the fingers first.

Ji Mo didn't pay much attention to this, he restrained the instinctive shrinking caused by the pain, thinking about the fingering that Kuang Yuan played just now, he was very serious and repeated it meticulously.

What repeats is the order in which each string is touched. In terms of timing and strength, there are still differences after all. Therefore, the sound produced cannot be called musical sound. It is not the most unpleasant, but it is always intermittent. People can't wait to hear it, and wish they could just die.

The sound is the most intuitive, enduring some embarrassment, Ji Mo finished playing the last string, turned his head to look at Kuang Yuan, his face was ashamed, "I don't play as well as daddy."

This is an obvious fact, but it also depends on the specific conditions. A child who has never touched a piano (?) can talk like this, whether it sounds good or not is not the most important thing. That's right.

others……

Such talent?

Kuang Yuan lowered his head in deep thought and looked at Ji Mo. He was sure that this was Ji Mo's first time playing the piano, so...

"Doesn't it hurt?"

He took Ji Mo's little hand. The soft hand that had never done any work had fine white skin, and the fingers were as tender as the tips of bamboo shoots, which would break at the touch of a finger.

At this moment, on those fingers, those who repeatedly plucked the strings were already covered with bloodstains.

The bright red blood slowly oozes out, which is especially blood red against the fair complexion, which is a bit shocking.

It also reminds people, this is a child, how old was he when he first plucked the strings?

Many things flashed in Kuang Yuan's eyes, and in the end he only pulled Ji Mo up and took him to apply the medicine. The light green ointment was applied to the wound, which was cool and refreshing.

He looked at Ji Mowei's face that had never shown bitterness, and wondered why that smile was always there, and he felt a little affectionate, "Silly boy, is playing the piano that good? Playing even if you hurt your hand?"

"Because I want to be as powerful as Daddy!" Ji Mo replied with a big smile very optimistically. What is this bit of pain?

"Ugh……"

Kuang Yuan let out a long sigh, looking at Ji Mo's eyes, something seemed to flicker, he touched his head and face lovingly, picked up the small body, hugged him in his arms and walked back.

Ji Mo's fingers had just been medicated, and he was afraid of rubbing it off, so he opened his hand, like a small tree branch, and was carried into another yard.

"If you want to be like me, you have to start with musical instruments, know them, and know how to make them sound beautiful..."

Kuang Yuan pointed to the various musical instruments placed in the room. The wooden texture seemed to have been polished by time, and the glaze was deep and dull. In the not very bright room, the color of some musical instruments looked like black. , some are black and red, and there is a very light but very shiny color.

Among all musical instruments, the most recognizable is the piano.

The nine-stringed qin that was played by Kuang Yuan before, there are several similar ones here, the number of strings is different, the three-stringed qin, the five-stringed qin, the lyre, the nine-stringed qin, different guqin, the style is also different. There is a slight difference. Ji Mo used to be a violin maker, and he can vividly remember these guqin styles. Now that he recalls them, he can easily distinguish the names of these styles.

His eyes stayed on the guqin for a long time, and Kuang Yuan first talked to him about the guqin.

"A qin has seven strings, Gong, Jiao, Zheng, Yu, Gong, Shang, Jiao, or, Zheng, Yu, Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng, Yu, or..." Kuang Yuan's skillful and fluent narration made the Ji Mo almost lost his head. This is because he already has some understanding of Guqin, knowing what three tones, five tones, seven tones, and nine tones are. But remember that it takes effort.

It is really difficult to keep the instant memory from being confused. Sweat was dripping on his forehead, and the series of "Zheng Yu", "Gong Shang", "Gong Shang" and "Jiao" made him feel vaguely apprehensive. I wrote it all down.

When Kuang Yuan finished speaking, Ji Mo exhaled slightly, only to realize that he was holding his breath unknowingly, no wonder he was sweating more and more.

Seeing Kuang Yuan looking back at him, he quickly smiled and nodded: "I remember."

"Oh? Say it again."

Kuang Yuan's face seemed to turn cold suddenly, and he seemed to be angry again.

My dad is too difficult to serve, he is moody!

Ji Mo thought so in his heart, but he still followed Kuang Yuan's words and repeated them one by one. He made a distinction when he memorized, three strings, five strings, seven strings, and nine strings, and he also deliberately followed this when he said it. Said that the order is not the same as what Kuang Yuan just said. When he mentioned a certain one, he would point to that qin specifically, indicating that the strings of this qin are in that order of tones.

Kuang Yuan looked at it seriously, one, two, three... were all right!

The expression on his face was a little surprised, and he eased the coldness just now. He thought the kid was talking big, but he didn't expect him to remember it all. This kind of talent... this kind of talent...

Feeling uneasy for a moment, his expression became even more severe.

"Show off your cleverness, what's the use of just memorizing these things, and learn how to use them!"

The requirements were unintentionally higher, and Kuang Yuan took out a piano score from the book beside him, and let Ji Mo read it and memorize it.

Kuang Yuan hasn't talked about how to read the piano score yet. Ji Mo has come into contact with it before, but it is not the same as the piano score in this world. After looking at it, he is not sure whether he is reading it correctly.

For music, he can know what the numbered notation of "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7" is, and he won't sing "Dorami Fa" wrongly, which is considered good, and he can replace it with staves and musical notes. He was going to hesitate to see if there was a corresponding numbered notation. If he changed the key of this or that, or raised or lowered it, he would have a big head and couldn't figure it out.

Ji Mo felt that this kind of "ignorance" had profound historical factors. When he was still in elementary school with music classes, the teachers all paid attention to entertaining and teaching. It would be nice to be able to sing a song in its entirety. Are there higher requirements?

After junior high school, most of the music classes are the same as the physical education classes of the art class. They may not be taken up by the main class, but they must not take more time from the students. If you can learn a musical instrument, you can play the harmonica and flute, and you are a music teacher. Thanks a lot.

Wait until high school, hehe... Are there any courses other than the main course?If so, maybe it is an in-class exam?

In short, Ji Mo's musical accomplishments are negligible in modern times. If he must record the influence of pop music on him, it may be just humming a tune with the trend. It is not easy to really sing the lyrics.

To really get involved, I was still a luthier. In order to know whether the sound of the violin is good or bad, I still need to know some fingerings and other matters in playing.

But this kind of research is too superficial, and there are cultural barriers with the current world. Those past knowledge and experience are obviously not enough for Ji Mo to understand the music score of this world.

"Have you read it yet?"

"It's over."

Ji Mo responded, and said "It's over" in his heart. He didn't understand it, but he could understand some of the format, but it was not a simplified musical notation after all. Or what is it?

Daddy, do you still remember how many words I have learned? This piano score is really embarrassing me!

"Play it." Kuang Yuan made a request, and at the same time motioned Ji Mo to find Qin by himself.

The score he gave is for seven strings, and besides the normal tune, the lyre also has a tight feather tune. After reading the score, Ji Mo must first find out the corresponding piano that can play the score, and play it correctly Play it out, the difficulty here lies in recognizing the piano score.

"Daddy, I still remember the words in that book, why don't I write them silently for you!"

Ji Mo intentionally reminded you that you haven't taught which pitch each string corresponds to, so should I learn it to this extent without a teacher?

That's not the case with growing seedlings!

Looking up at Kuang Yuan innocently, Ji Mo just wanted to say, Dad, your answer to this question is too high-level!

Kuang Yuan was stunned for a moment, then looked down at Ji Mo, only to reach the height of his knees, such a small person——"Forget it, I was too anxious."

After saying this, Kuang Yuan put the closed piano score back on the bookshelf, and picked up Ji Mo, "Learn here first today, and continue to learn tomorrow."

"Okay!"

Ji Mo agreed happily. He likes to learn step by step. Today, Kuang Yuan was unprepared, but tomorrow should be much better.

Ji Mo was still young, and fell asleep early at night. After he was stared at by his mother and went to bed early, Kuang Yuan hadn't rested yet, playing the piano in front of the bamboo grove amidst the scent.

The biggest feature of the Guqin is tranquility, which requires a quiet environment as well as the tranquility of the human heart. With the deep and distant voice, the thoughts of the ancient times emerge.

"Kang—" the sound of the piano suddenly stopped.

"A Yuan, your mind is disturbed."

Ji Chen stood not far away, and his mind, which was looking at the night sky and thinking far away, turned after this long press. He sighed softly, as if he was concerned, "Did something happen?"

"It's nothing."

Kuang Yuan pursed his lips and didn't really want to say anything. After a while of silence, Ji Chen didn't ask any more questions, but he spoke again, "Ji Mo saw me playing the piano today, and he wants to learn how to play the piano from me. How old is he and what can he learn? I made things difficult for him on purpose and asked him to play again, but he played them all correctly, this level of talent..."

The unfinished words, like the curling green smoke, slowly dispersed to the surroundings, as if they wanted to say something, but also seemed to have nothing to say.

"Isn't that great? Like you, without losing Kuang's voice."

Ji Chen's eyes turned and fell on Kuang Yuan, if there was a smile in his eyes, he seemed to be delighted that Kuang Yuan had gained his apprentice.

Kuang Yuan raised one corner of his lips, allowing Ji Chen to see the "smile" on his other side, "Yes, very good, I will teach him well, and live up to Kuang's voice."