don't call me singer

Chapter 267: White Horse and Black Dog
Shine the night!

When hearing this long hiss, Gu Xiaobai was a little dumbfounded.

Why is this kid running here again!

Last time Zhao Ye ran out by himself and performed on the stage of "Masked".

But this time, Gu Xiaobai didn't want it to appear on the stage here.

Not at all!
Otherwise, wouldn't his identity be revealed?

In this world, where are there two identical white horses with golden saddles!

But this child must be addicted to eating carrots, and he comes here uninvited every time.

But no, not now!

"Go back! Go back!" Gu Xiaobai muttered deep in his heart.

In the darkness, the neighing of horses and the sound of horseshoes came from nowhere, and then a white horse suddenly appeared from the darkness, like a nine-day Milky Way, emitting a bright light.

Zhao Ye really wanted to come out, but Gu Xiaobai refused to let him out. At this time, Zhao Ye seemed to not exist in this time and space, his body was half solid and half empty, and the light was shining brightly.It walked in the air, running towards the stage like a celestial horse, and then circled around Gu Xiaobai on the stage, a little anxious, but also a little affectionate, it wanted to eat carrots, wanted Gu Xiaobai to ride it, and wanted to have fun .

But there is an invisible force that restrains it, preventing it from truly descending into this world and touching Gu Xiaobai.

"Wow!" Everyone in the audience exclaimed.

What a stage effect this is! 3D projection?
How many projectors did this use?

Great!

However, this guy failed to smuggle, but another guy succeeded in smuggling.

Zhao Ye was jumping up and down on the stage, scurrying around, yelling back and forth in a hurry, but Gu Xiaobai didn't try to comfort him or scold him. When he was crying and laughing, he suddenly felt something rubbing against him under his feet, and he lowered his head.

The silly dog ​​is also here.

It squatted there with a fife in its mouth, as if to say: "Look at me, look at me, I picked it up, praise me, touch me!"

Gu Xiaobai didn't care about anything else, picked up the flute, licked the silly dog's head, and put it to his lips.

So far, the performance has been messed up.

Such things as performance accidents are actually too common in live performances.

For example, the temporary microphone does not sound, the tuning is wrong, the ear return does not sound, the guitar string is broken, the drum stick flies, the lead singer is out of tune, the guitarist robs the drummer's wife and tears up on stage...

If you want to avoid performance accidents, you can only lip-sync.

But what if you don't want to lip-sync?
Impromptu!
Many god-level scenes were improvised after mistakes were made.

A guitar master held a guitar with a broken string, scratched it faster than a cat, jumped more happily than a dog, and finally managed to break the other strings.

A great drummer played drums while throwing drumsticks and drawing spare drumsticks, showing hidden weapon skills comparable to the rain of flowers in the sky.

The flute that Gu Xiaobai caught was a high-pitched flute, short and cute, and when he brought it to his mouth, before he had time to think about it, the playful and cheerful voice rang out.

On the other side, Qin Chuan almost burst out laughing when he heard the tune.

"Shandong Xiaokaimen"!
This piece is one of the pieces in Qin Chuan's folk orchestra's report performance.

Qin Chuan, as the queen "processor" of "Gu Xiaobai Acoustic Laboratory Musical Instrument Restoration Project", was hired by Gu Xiaobai's laboratory to help make these chi. , just come to a paragraph in the laboratory.

This repertoire is a traditional repertoire of the northern bangdi, and it is very representative.

It brings out the playful and cheerful characteristics of the high-pitched flute to the fullest, with a strong breath and a lot of skills on the tongue.

He didn't expect Gu Xiaobai to learn it.

At this time, Gu Xiaobai picked up a flute and played the melody directly.

After blowing it out, I realized what I was blowing.

But it doesn't matter, let's continue blowing after blowing it out.

After playing a few lines of this piece, Gu Xiaobai's body stopped and he raised, his breath increased suddenly, and the skill of flower tongue was used to the extreme.

High-pitched, trembling, and sharp, it was like the sound of a suona flute flying out of that short flute.

"I'll go!" The people in the audience stared wide-eyed.

Is this the sound of a flute?Dizi also has this kind of explosive power?
Isn't this Suona?Are you sure it's not suona?
Suona is a reed wind instrument, and its pronunciation is made using the reed in the mouth.

The flower tongue uses its own tongue as a "spring" to make the tongue vibrate, and the principle of their sound production is the same.

The sound range is similar, and the timbre is simulated, of course!
After blowing out this sound, Gu Xiaobai swayed back and forth on the stage tremblingly, his mouth sounded like a suona, over and over again, interacting with the audience while blowing.

That frightened look, it seems that he was not the one who had an accident in the performance.

How to drip how to drip?My little white general, even if there is a performance accident, I am still awesome.

Look, I can grab a flute casually, and I can play you from birth to marriage, and from marriage to death.

The flower tongue trembled fiercely like a suona, and trembled lightly like a horse neighing, Gu Xiaobai let out a high and low sound, like a pony that had just let loose, jumping around on the stage, excited that he had finally escaped from prison like.

Beside him, Zhao Ye heard the sound of the flute, jumping around excitedly on the stage.

Everyone in the audience saw the phantom of a white horse, swaying on the stage like crazy.

At this moment, Qin Chuan on the opposite side also took out a high-pitched flute, glanced at Gu Xiaobai, come on, impromptu!

A series of cheerful, smooth high-pitched voices were thrown over like a small whip.

Go, go, you naughty pony, don't mess around and get to work!
"Raise the Whip to Urge the Horse to Transport Grain Busily"!
After several whips in a row, the poor little pony was just harnessed into the carriage and went to work and transport food.

The flute music in Gu Xiaobai's hand changed into a long and empty flute sound.

In an instant, the originally hurried and busy scene of grain transportation turned into a leisurely grassland scenery.

"Reed Flute"!
This naughty little pony has escaped from prison again. Taking advantage of the unsuspecting drivers of the carriage, it directly mixed into the herd of wild horses on the side of the road and ran like a merry-go-round.

Qin Chuan twitched casually, but pulled out an alto flute.

A soothing flute sounded.

"Little Cow Herding".

The man who drove the cart just now saw the pony running away, so he was not in a hurry, and started to herd the cow beside him.

In the blink of an eye, there are herds of cattle and sheep, and the sound of horses neighing, creating a scene of grassland.

At this moment, Gu Xiaobai lowered his head and found that Shagou appeared in front of him with another musical instrument in his mouth, rubbing against his leg.

Gu Xiaobai casually inserted the piccolo into the box, and took the instrument.

Before picking it up, he thought it was also a treble flute because it was also very short, but after picking it up, he found that it was a chi.

Chi and Dizi look similar, but their ends are closed.

According to acoustic principles, instruments with longer tubes have lower frequencies.However, closed-wind instruments are often an octave lower than open-wind instruments of the same length, because closed-wind instruments, after being transmitted to the closed end, are reflected back to be considered a complete resonance.

In this process, even-numbered harmonics cancel each other out, so closed-wind instruments can only emit odd-numbered harmonics such as 1, 3, and 5. Compared with open-wind instruments, there are fewer even-numbered harmonics such as 2, 4, and 6, so Chi and The timbre of Xun is more ethereal.

Because it is indeed half empty...

Such a high-pitched flute is as long as the chi, but the sound of the mid-bass flute is mellow and vast.

It is like a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, euphemistic and soft.

"Journey to Gusu"!
This pony, it didn't want to work, and it went to the south of the Yangtze River again!
Suddenly, the soft and beautiful scenery of the south of the Yangtze River was suddenly covered with heavy snow.

"Cold Snow on the River"!
Gu Xiaobai shook his head, and a long, mournful sound came.

In an instant, Qin Chuan, who was [-] miles away, was in sight.

"Qin Chuan expresses feelings"!
When "Qin Chuan Expressing Feelings" sounded, Qin Chuan had already raised his hand and stomped his feet, and the sound sounded like three spouts of a galloping horse.

"Qinchuan Love"!
Come, come, come to our Northwest, or listen to me!Come let me play host!You're welcome!
Two flute songs chanting Qin Chuan, transformed from the Qin opera, merged in the air.

If you close your eyes, you can see the vast loess plateau, the winding river, the undulating green hills, and the man with a chest as thick as loess.

Gu Xiaobai reached out and took another flute from Shagou's mouth.

This is a bass flute.

A few long tones, like the morning bell of a palace, were deep and gentle.

The west wind howls, the white clouds float...

"Ancient Chang'an" sounded, and in an instant above the Qinchuan, the palace towered from the ground, with iron armor everywhere, long sleeves, and the palace was banned. In a blink of an eye, this little white horse traveled through time and space for thousands of years, from the strong man to the prosperous Tang Dynasty, The ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, the sun and the moon reincarnate, day and night for thousands of years...

Suddenly, there was a sound of murderous anger.

"brush--"

It's like someone who doesn't know how to play the flute, trying desperately to play the sound that can't be heard.

Then, a dry, simple flute sounded, and the wind and sand from the northwest covered the endless palaces with endless splendor.

"Desert"!
But in the blink of an eye, the rough desert wind was dispelled by a moist flute sound.

"The Style on the Fortress"!
Who said that the northwest region is all a desert, we can also compete with the south of the Yangtze River here!

As long as everyone works hard, the world can't limit us!
Everyone in the audience was dumbfounded, looking at the two people on the stage.

They've seen band battles on TV, they've seen rappers improvise, but it's the first time they've seen someone play a flute.

One of them casually picked out the flute from the box in front of them, and the other just picked whichever one the big dog wagging its tail picked up.

No, not just playing the flute.

The flutes and chis of various standards in their hands are constantly changing, and their timbres are constantly changing.

Some are like crying babies, some are ethereal like ancient Xun, some are round like Bawu...

The more the two of them play, the happier they are, and the more they play, the higher they get.

The light and shadow of the white horse galloped wildly beside them.

A big dog was running around to help Xiaobai pick up the flute.

This scene was inexplicably joyful and inexplicably fun.

The audience in the audience, listening to the two people's flute music, only felt that there was a spring breeze blowing in front of them, a biting cold wind, heavy rain, sandstorm, wolf smoke, and fragrant wind. .

At that moment, he had already set foot in all parts of China for 5000 years.

Suddenly, the melody of "The Ballad of a Horse" reappeared.

At some point, Gu Xiaobai had gathered all the scattered flutes and chi on the stage, and sat back on his bar stool.

In the back, the accompaniment folk band froze for a moment before hurriedly following the rhythm.

came back?
This little white horse that is having fun, he ran around and came back?
In an instant, the clank of the pipa sounded like iron hoofs clanking and arrow feathers piercing through the air.

On the side of the stage, the lights came on again.

This time, it shines on the last row of the choir.

They have heroic young men, generous middle-aged men, and old men with gray temples.

They are all teachers from No. [-] Middle School in Yamanaka County.

Some of them started as private teachers and dedicated their whole lives to this city and this school.

Some of them have just come to support teaching for less than a month.

The only thing in common is that they are full of enthusiasm and enthusiasm for this land.

They may not live as wonderfully as people in big cities, and they may not be so rich materially.

But they have no regrets.

They opened their mouths, and a thick recitation sounded.

"Abandoning the edge of the body, life is safe?

Parents don't care, why say son and wife?
If you are a strong man, you must not be selfish.

Sacrifice your life to go to the country, and see death as home! "

At this moment, Gu Xiaobai put down the flute in his hand, and a high-pitched voice sounded:

"you're leaving
just don't look back
your north
on the road day and night
you want to go

Even if the mountains are high and the road is far away
you are a horse
It's a horse..."

Gu Xiaobai's voice is clean and penetrating like a white horse galloping on the snow.

He didn't show off his skills at all, he wasn't particularly high-pitched, he just sat there quietly.

Indifferent, decisive, but majestic.

The phantom of Baima Zhaoye stood beside him, shaking his ears, turned around suddenly, and galloped away into the distance.

The phantom walked through the air and slowly disappeared into the void.

The flute sounded again.

Like weeping like complaining.

Amidst the sound of the flute, the chanting of a child's voice came.

"White horses are decorated with golden rods, galloping north and west.

May I ask who's son, you and the ranger..."

A reincarnation, a cycle.

The rangers back then have grown up and are old, but the youngsters of the new generation have grown up under their wings, and one day, they will also embark on the journey.

Generation after generation, successive generations, never stop.

The greatest respect in this world is that when I grow up, I will become you.

This is the so-called inheritance.

The voice of reciting is getting smaller and smaller.

until completely silent.

There was silence on and off the stage.

They couldn't get out of this song for a long time.

This song actually doesn't have too strong emotions, it's not passionate, it's not angry.

If you have to say what it is, it is like a teacher standing on the podium and telling the students "White Horse Chapter" to the students in the audience. While talking, he suddenly talked about the water in the south of the Yangtze River and the snow in the north country. We talked about the big river that runs through the country, and talked about the water flowing in the river. It is called Yanhuang Bloodline. It has nourished the ancient capitals of the Six Dynasties, Qinchuan for eight hundred miles, and also nourished the little ponies. .

At this time, the teacher looked down and recalled himself.

One day, these little ponies will become a thousand-mile horse.

It will run in all directions of this vast land.

The little performers who recited their chests heaved and looked down blankly. They didn't know how their performance was, and they didn't know why no one applauded.

The lights on the stage slowly came on, and suddenly there was thunderous applause and cheers.

"Oooooooooo..."

"Encore! Encore!"

"Ahhhh-"

　Recently, Kawen was stuck to death, and finally got stuck...

　　This "Ballad of a Horse" is too difficult to adapt, this song is too simple and simple, it doesn't feel right...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)