don't call me singer

Chapter 592
In the early morning, a bus came out from Dongcheng Art College.

In the car, there were seven or eight professors and more than a dozen students, all a little weak.

A student was soft-spoken in front of his teacher: "Teacher, my hand is injured, and I can't play the glockenspiel today."

"Injured? Where is the injury?"

"I think it may be tenosynovitis. It hurts badly last night."

"Did you go to the school hospital for an examination?"

"No, I came back too late last night, and I came early this morning, so I don't have time to go to the hospital..."

The teacher frowned and took a serious look at the student, who also looked serious.

"Okay, don't play today, just take a rest."

"Thank you, teacher!"

The student returned to his seat and made a V letter to the companion sitting next to him.

"No need to play?" his companion asked in a low voice.

"Hmm... I don't need to play anymore. If I continue to play, I will almost not be able to play the piano anymore. I have an international competition next month. What if I lose..." the student said.

Later, his teacher actually saw it, but he just shook his head.

These students, who were able to be admitted to the piano department, have already paid hundreds of thousands to millions of dollars.

And the hard work of the whole family for more than ten years.

Think how much a music lesson costs these days.

How much is a master class.

How difficult it is to force children to practice piano.

Up to now, they are finally about to achieve results, and they are about to stand out. No one dares to bet on their careers.

But there are still people who have different opinions. In the front row of him, a boy turned his head and looked behind him: "Have you ever thought that if you can practice the carillon, is it more promising than a pianist?"

"Ok?"

"There are as many pianists as there are in the world. If you play the piano all your life, you may not be able to make people remember your name, but there is only one carillon, so it is easier to become famous, right?"

"It makes sense, maybe it's easier to get ahead than playing the piano, but the carillon is too difficult to play..."

"No, don't forget, there is only one carillon. What if this carillon breaks down one day and you lose your job?"

"How can this thing be so easy to break, and it is now a landmark of Dongcheng. As long as Dongcheng is still there, the bell and drum will definitely be there..."

Behind the vehicle, several students started talking in low voices.

Everyone has their own opinions.

"Whoever you want to go, I won't go anyway." The boy who asked for leave just now shook his head, "I've played the piano all my life, and you guys want to change careers, so go."

"Don't say that, some people don't want this kind of opportunity..."

"You mean classmate Xiao Ming?"

"Well... I think he went to beg the teacher, and he almost knelt down to the teacher..."

"Really? He came to me, I'll change it for him!"

"Even if you want to change, the teacher doesn't agree. I heard that he failed the last assessment and may be expelled..."

"Isn't it? But have you seen his hand? It's so scary that I dare not stare at it..."

"Yeah, how can you grow up like that..."

"I think he may be useless in this life..."

"Shh, keep your voice down so others can hear..."

A few people didn't know whether it was gloating or a sense of superiority, so they talked about it later, and their mood gradually improved.

They feel that it is not so difficult to play the harp of a hundred bells.

After all, it is also a kind of happiness to know that what you have is actually something that no one else can get with their best efforts.

"Do you think Wang Mingsuo will be expelled from school..."

"It's not possible to drop out of school, but I heard that the teacher wants him to transfer to another department."

"Transfer department, where to go?"

"Triangle?"

"Pfft, don't talk nonsense, the triangle iron needs to measure the magnetic field, and he may not be able to do it..."

"real or fake?"

"Of course it's fake!"

A group of people didn't know whether they were joking or sarcasm, and they laughed happily in the back.

Ahead, a group of teachers didn't know why the students were happy again, but seeing that their emotions had stabilized, they were happier after all.

"I hope that one of them can become a talent... Otherwise, I heard that I will go to the Central Music Institute or hire someone from abroad..." A professor sighed.

For a long time, Dongcheng University of the Arts has had an embarrassing position in China.

The ranking is not high, there is no superior lineage inheritance, and the few masters who have been educated often do not show their alma mater after they leave.

However, several departments of Dongcheng University of the Arts, they feel that they are not inferior to other schools.

At this time, if you can't figure it out yourself, and you still have to find foreign aid, wouldn't that be a slap in the face?

This is the last thing they want to see.

"By the way, I heard that Wang Mingsuo went to look for you yesterday?" A professor suddenly said, "Why didn't you let him try?"

"Why give people false hopes." Another professor sighed and shook his head. "He can't even play the piano well now, let alone the glockenspiel."

"You said this child is unlucky enough... How many people can have this kind of strange disease?"

"Why is he a piano player? This life is useless..."

"I suggested that he switch to percussion. After all, he still has no problem holding drum sticks. If he spends two more years learning snare drum, timpani, marimba, xylophone, celesta, Vibraphone... After learning all of these, you may finally be able to play a triangle in the symphony orchestra, which is not a waste of time... After all, having a piano foundation is of great benefit to percussion."

"what did he say?"

"This kid is a dead-brainer, he doesn't want to give up..."

"That's right, I changed from playing the piano to playing the triangle... Ah, I didn't mean to look down on the triangle!" A professor spoke bluntly, and after half a sentence, he found another professor from the percussion department glaring at him, and immediately changed his words , "After all, the triangle iron is also quite powerful, and the magnetic field needs to be measured..."

You just measure the magnetic field!
Your whole family measures the magnetic field!
The percussion professor rolled his eyes and stopped talking.

If it weren't for the clock and the percussion, I wouldn't come here to be angry with you.

The piano is the king of instruments, are you?

The atmosphere in the car was cold and warm for a while, and soon reached the suburbs.

About a kilometer away, I heard music faintly coming from ahead.

"Hey, someone is playing the harp of a hundred bells?"

"Playing so early?"

Although the Qin of Hundred Bells was placed in a soundproof factory building, this kind of soundproof equipment can only isolate the sound of some of its small bells.

When those big bells ring, no soundproofing of any kind can stop it.

At this time, the deep bell sounded a bit dull after some sound insulation was reduced.

But the melody, the rhythm, the power, the movement...

"It's great to play..."

"I'll go, last time I was stuck here, and I couldn't survive..."

"With this momentum, is my strength really too small?"

"Great, who is playing this?"

"It's Xiaobai."

"Only Xiaobai can play so well."

"It's probably only Xiaobai."

The windows of the bus were sealed, so I couldn't hear clearly in the car.

When the bus arrived at the factory area, everyone jumped out of the bus immediately.

The entire factory area was shrouded in the incomparably brilliant bells.

The workers who came to work in the morning stopped in place at this time.

The deep "嗡" sound of the big clock, like a naughty dragon, echoed in the air.

Under the interference and shielding of the sound wave itself, it seems to be reverberating around me, sometimes far and near, sometimes strong and sometimes weak.

The incomparable sense of atmosphere, the acoustic effect of looking forward and looking behind, lingering in the ear, cannot be created by any modern loudspeaker.

And above the deep bell, the jumping notes are like the light reflected from the body of the dragon and the spray of water.

There was a little girl, probably a child from the factory, who opened her hands to bask in the sun, cheered in the sound of the bell, and stretched out her hands, as if she was catching something invisible. His two little braids were shaking up and down.

"It's all here, it's almost the end..."

"It's coming soon!"

"I'm coming!"

Before the low tones of the bell had completely dissipated, the other big bells were jumped and trampled again.

Yes, step on it, such a heavy bell, only by stepping on it can achieve this strength.

More than a dozen big bells were jumped and stepped on, and the sound that cannot be described in words gushed out.

"duang~~~~~~", countless bells, interfering and covering each other in the air...

It was as if more than a dozen ribbon bombs exploded, and countless ribbons intertwined in the air, covering the entire world.

Here is the most difficult part of the whole performance.

The seemingly simple melody is just a simple jump up.

But its effect cannot be reproduced by other instruments, and it cannot even be compared.

Gu Xiaobai is a musician, but also a physicist.

When he wrote this melody, he calculated all the ways that sound waves travel.

At this moment, this melody has gone beyond the scope of all human musical instruments and all ordinary "melody".

The bells ringing one by one are like adding reagents one by one to a precise chemical experiment, producing incomparable effects.

During the sound of the bell, the little girl's eyes suddenly widened, and she turned her head slightly to the left. Hey, the left ear can hear, but the right ear can't hear the bell.

Turn your head to the right again, hey, you can hear it in your right ear, but you can't hear it in your left ear.

I covered my ears and shouted again, I could hear it.

What's wrong with my ears?
She didn't understand what was happening at this moment.

In the air, the sound waves that humans cannot see are like waving ribbons interspersed, wave after wave.

Weaving and converging in the air, it is like drawing a giant painting with sound as paint.

The deep "hum" is like a canvas. On top of the hum, harmonics cancel each other out, and harmonics strengthen each other. A new melody emerges from the simple melody.

Because of the masking effect, louder volumes will overwhelm lower volumes.

But when the loud ones are canceled out, the low-volume harmonics can be seen clearly.

It's like washing off a layer of lead to see the true face below.

But the volume of the bell is too loud and the layers are too rich.

It has layers, layers, layers...

Offset again, strengthen again, and in the blank space left, a new melody is born.

It's like an echo, but it's not.

Layer by layer, pile upon pile.

Life is endless, endless.

Layers of bells covering each other are getting higher, thinner, more complicated, and the rhythm is getting faster and faster.

It's like the vegetation is flourishing, and tall buildings are rising from the ground.

It's like stepping on the line step by step, looking back at the land of the world.

It's like the prosperity and peace, looking back on the past suffering.

At this moment, I don't know how many people can't help but burst into tears.

What a "Prosperity and Peace"!
After hearing such a passage, they finally understood why this song was called "The Prosperous World".

They finally understood how far they could play the qin of bells and drums!
God knows, in fact, there is no need to play at this time, it is the carillon playing by itself!
Wait until the lingering sound finally slowly disappears.

"Quick, go and see!"

A student couldn't bear it anymore, he rushed over and pushed open the door of the workshop.

A familiar figure, sitting in front of the carillon, looked up at the sky with tears streaming down his face.

Holding up the phone, Zhao Xingsheng said into the phone, "Xiaobai, did you hear that? I told you, this kid's hands are simply a godsend!"

(End of this chapter)