don't call me singer

Chapter 42 Playing the Flute

"Woo - woo mile ↗ woo mile ↗ woo mile ↗ woo mile ↗..." Gradually ascending, the sound of the voicing flute reverberated in the workshop.

Black-faced, short and sturdy Qinchuan, wearing blue overalls and a helmet, standing in the middle of various machine tools, holding a flute without any decoration in front of him, dozens of fast After the note, then suddenly the arm trembled, the body froze together, and the rapid voicing turned into a finger vibrato that rose and gradually fell, like a sobbing, but inexplicable flute sound, almost in an instant. Tears were brought out.

Qin Chuan originally wanted Gu Xiaobai to audition himself, but seeing that Gu Xiaobai couldn't play the flute at all, he couldn't even play the sound, so he had to come by himself.

Gu Xiaobai's eyes sparkled when he heard it. On the one hand, he saw that the flute made with his own formula could make such a wonderful sound, and on the other hand, he heard such beautiful music.

Next to her, Sister Jing looked at Qin Chuan, her tenderness seemed to melt.

This man who is neither tall nor handsome nor white is the man he likes, maybe he will go with him for the rest of his life.

"Ah, I heard this song before!"

"Lao Qin used this song to catch Sister Jing."

"I still remember that on Valentine's Day, some people played guitars, some sang love songs, some set candles, and some sent flowers. We Lao Qin took a flute and came downstairs to the girls, and the song was over. , those who played guitar, sang love songs, and set candles were so heartbroken that even the dormitory aunt cried, she called Sister Jing and said I would go out if you didn't come down, and only then did we catch up with Sister Jing..."

Qin Chuan listened and was happy.

No matter how handsome Xiaobai is, he can't play the flute. I, someone from Qin, still have a hand!

"Oh, it's because the flute is so loud that even closing the window can't stop it, so I came down..." Sister Jing was shy, but she looked happy when she looked at her man.

Among the hooligans in folk music, Suona is the boss, and if Dizi calls himself the third, I am afraid no one will dare to call himself the second.

This kind of musical instrument with opera bangzi, which is performed in a crowded place and where the voices are full of voices, if the sound is not too loud, it will have been eliminated long ago.

Gu Xiaobai felt that he had learned, and said with wide eyes, "If I chase girls in the future, should I also play the flute?"

Sister Jing shook her head and said, "No, Xiaobai, remember, if you meet a girl you like, just stand there and smile at her, only the ugly ones like my Qin Chuan need to play the flute. ."

"Oh..." Gu Xiaobai showed a cute smile, stared ahead, and wrote it down in his memory palace.

Qin Chuan: "..."

Forget it, stop blowing!

irritating!

He looked down at the flute in his hand and said, "What a good flute... It's better than the famous flute I bought."

Is this flute really made by yourself?
Although they can process all kinds of complex parts, and in the future, they will also process all kinds of precision devices with high precision and explosion. Compared with that, a flute is nothing, but now, Qin Chuan still has an inexplicable achievement sense.

"My few drill bits are worth 1000 yuan."

As soon as these words came out, Qin Chuan's heart suddenly moved, thinking of something.

He looked up at Gu Xiaobai and wanted to speak, but couldn't.

Next to him, Sister Jing hit him: "Your hole is worth 5 cents. Haven't you heard the story of that German expert..."

"I know, I know, drawing a line is worthless, but knowing where to draw the line is valuable, right..." Qin Chuan was struck by his mother-in-law, so he thought about it more. He handed the flute to Gu Xiaobai with both hands. :"thanks."

Gu Xiaobai blinked, you helped me make a flute, what are you thanking me for?

A message popped up on the phone: "The making of the bamboo flute is completed. Please host the passive training of primary bamboo flute playing skills as soon as possible."

Qin Chuan pointed at the other flutes carefully: "Let's continue?"

"continue."

"Okay!" Qin Chuan was nervous and excited, rubbing his hands together, "Can I calculate your formula by myself?"

After getting Gu Xiaobai's approval, he took out another D-tuned material, carefully leveled the inner chamber, measured the inner diameter, and then used a pen and paper to calculate the formula and distance beside him.

The formula Gu Xiaobai summed up is not difficult for university science students.

There were a few classmates who were onlookers, looking hot, they also came over and asked Gu Xiaobai for a flute material, while calculating and experimenting.

Gu Xiaobai ran back and forth, helping them calculate the numbers and check the answers. For a time, the entire practice workshop seemed to be conducting an experimental class guided by Gu Xiaobai.

It was as if Gu Xiaobai was the boss of the black flute processing factory, exploiting cheap labor.

But Qin Chuan is the most stable and fastest, and the most accurate in pitch.

Qin Chuan finished making another flute, put on the membrane of the flute familiarly, and tried playing it. He felt that it seemed to be better. He turned his head and wanted to ask Gu Xiaobai to come and try the flute. Sister Jing snorted and said, "Little Bai seems to be asleep."

"It is said that he got up early in the morning to look for flute materials."

"Don't disturb him, let him sleep."

Several girls whispered.

Qin Chuan turned his head and went to help other flutes put on the film first.

This pile of flutes, I am afraid there are not twenty or thirty flutes, from A to G, can choose three sets.

After putting on a few flute films, Qin Chuan heard a "spit" sound behind him.

I saw that Gu Xiaobai was awake, wearing headphones, looking at the phone, and spitting on the flute.

"Xiaobai looks so good-looking even when he spit." Several girls held their faces.

Qin Chuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, neither was jealous, nor was not jealous, and said, "Xiao Bai is learning to play the flute."

Gu Xiaobai tried several times, and suddenly a long sound came out: "Woo..."

Gu Xiaobai is playing the drum tone of this flute, that is, the sound of all six fingers, and the flute in the key of C. This tone is the G below the center C, that is, G3.

The overall sound range of the flute is on the high side, because as I said before, according to the laws of physics, the lower the flute is, the more breath it needs, and the flute is a hole-blown type, not a mouth-blown type, and it will be blown to the point of lack. oxygen.

After blowing this sound, Gu Xiaobai's eyes lit up, and the effect brought by the passive training just now gradually showed.

Passive training trains reflexes and instincts. Gu Xiaobai now feels like someone who used to play the flute but hasn't played it for a long time. The brain may not remember many things, but the body still remembers it.

When he transferred the control of the limbs from his brain to the reflexes of the limbs, and relaxed his whole body, he immediately felt that something was different.

"Sol-la-si-do-re-" A complete flat-blown scale was blown, and Gu Xiaobai felt that his limbs became more and more flexible and relaxed, and the more relaxed, the more flexible , he climbed the scale seven or eight times in a row, from the stumbling at the beginning to the smoothness.

　Yesterday, I complained in this chapter and was comforted by many people.

　　Don't worry, Uncle Ha is a super tough person.

　　Uncle Ha was just ranting.

　　Grades and so on, almost will not affect the state.

　　Small writers, fearless.

　　Although thousands of people go to me!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)