The King of Crossover Entertainment.

Chapter 60 0060, Blow Me Again

When we got back to the hotel, it was already dark.

In the restaurant.

Tang Yu graduated from the Central Conservatory of Music with some unclear questions.

At this time, when everyone had almost finished eating, he asked Wu Zhongyu: "Teacher, you disagreed with Alvaro's proposal at that time, and asked both sides to compose a new song for the competition. Isn't it more difficult to do this?"

Composing music is not an easy task, and it is a piece of music that can be played by several musical instruments.

Ling Yunuo said, "It's obvious that Alvaro and Daniel had colluded in advance and set a trap for us."

Liang Xixi agreed, "Yes, we know that the tunes of their Western music are different from ours, so it takes a lot of time just to tune them. If it's a more complicated piece, it's even harder to keep up with their rhythm."

Ling Yunuo sighed, "If they are more ruthless and pick a song with a lot of semitones, if we haven't heard or learned it beforehand, then we basically have no chance of winning."

Liang Xixi continued, "Even if they are willing to let us choose the songs, there is no advantage at all, because our songs are basically all in the first tune, and it is too easy for them to follow. This is a pit that cannot be overcome. Therefore, I think the teacher has thought it over carefully before changing the way of competition."

Wu Zhongyu didn't say anything, just drank the soup quietly.

Yan Lide listened to what the three of them said, smiled gently, and said, "Your analysis is correct. Like Xiao Tang said, it is indeed more difficult to compose a new song for the competition compared to Daniel's suggestion, but on the other hand, it also turns a hopeless situation into a slight chance of winning."

Wu Zhenhui was not so optimistic. He pondered, "It is several times more difficult for us to compose a piece of music than for them. Once the piano plays the melody, the violin, cello, and guitar can basically follow the score in a formulaic way. But it is different for us. The guqin, pipa, erhu, and dongxiao have their own strong personalities. It is not easy to compose a piece of music that can integrate them in one day."

At this point, he glanced at Wu Zhongyu and added, "Unless Old Wu has some private material that has not been released, just give it to the children to practice."

Wu Zhongyu still didn't speak, and his expression was as serious as ever.

The three girls seemed wilted and listless.

As for Yunfeng, he was secretly figuring out his own "cross-border system".

Does this guy have the ability to predict the future? If not, why did he reward a very unpopular musical instrument, the skill book of "Dongxiao", and the "Song of the Smiling, Proud Wanderer" which is so old that even people born in the 1990s may not have heard of it?

Yan Lide still had a smile on his face, maintaining a positive and optimistic attitude, and said: "Don't be so pessimistic, and don't put all the pressure on Old Wu. Don't forget that we represent China, and there are people from the Central Conservatory of Music, Shuchuan Conservatory of Music, Huaxia Conservatory of Music, and Yangshen Conservatory of Music. As the saying goes, there is strength in numbers. Haven't we already agreed to discuss it together at 8 o'clock in the evening?"

"Hey, Old Wu..." Wu Zhenhui looked at Wu Zhongyu and asked, "Why don't you say a few words to give the children some peace of mind?"

"You have all finished speaking, what else do I have to say?" Wu Zhongyu knew very well that whether she discussed it with those people from the music college or not, the matter of composing music would basically fall on her head. The reason was very simple. She had the title of "domestic arranger master".

Moreover, there is not much contact between the schools. They are all very active when expressing their opinions and shouting slogans very loudly, but when it comes to actually taking action, they all turn into kung fu masters and practice Tai Chi with each other.

"Xiao Yun, what do you think?" Wu Zhongyu asked abruptly.

Either you watch it on the stage or you watch it from the audience.

What else can I see?
Yunfeng was stunned by the question and stood there for a moment.

Wu Zhongyu's question actually reminded Wu Zhenhui.

An idea suddenly occurred to him, and he said, "Can we modify Dragon Fist and use it?"

It just so happens that the arrangement includes Chinese traditional instruments and the style of the music is also Chinese.

Yan Lide nodded and said, "This is a solution."

Wu Zhongyu glared at Wu Zhenhui and Yan Lide and said, "You two are almost a hundred years old in total, and this is all you have accomplished?"

Wu Zhenhui and Yan Lide looked at each other, feeling very embarrassed.

Just at this moment, Wu Zhongyu's cell phone rang.

She took out her cell phone and looked at it, then said to everyone, "I'm going to answer a call."

Yunfeng began to wonder again whether he should take out "Song of the Smiling, Proud Wanderer". If he did, then how could he make it appear more natural.

About four or five minutes later, Wu Zhongyu came back with a bit more anger on his face.

"What's wrong?" Yan Lide's face changed when he saw her coming back from outside, and he immediately asked, "Is it your old Wang?"

Wu Zhenhui laughed and said, "After so many years, has Old Wang still not gotten rid of his nagging habit?"

When the three girls heard this, they all covered their mouths and laughed. They didn't expect that the teacher had such a high status in the family.

Wu Zhongyu replied, "How dare he disturb me now? It was someone from other schools who chose a representative to call." Yan Lide asked, "Are they asking us to come over?"

Wu Zhenhui said: "It's still more than half an hour until eight o'clock."

Wu Zhongyu said unhappily, "It's said that I have the final say on the music needed for this competition, and the students they brought this time are basically all learning Western instruments, so they can't help me with the selection of performers."

Everyone looked at each other.

This……

I thought we would unite and work together to change the inherent impression of Chinese national instruments and music at home and abroad, but unexpectedly, everyone pushed everything onto Wu Zhongyu and didn't want to take even the slightest responsibility.

"How could they do this?" Tang Yu said angrily, "As a Chinese musician, shouldn't we stand up at this time?"

Ling Yunuo and Liang Xixi nodded in agreement.

Yunfeng has seen too many things like this and too many people like this.

He stayed out of the matter, took clear responsibilities and protected himself, but afterwards put on an arrogant face and said, "I'm doing this for your own good," and kept talking about his difficulties.

What's worse is that they will add insult to injury and put all the blame on you.

"Heh." Wu Zhongyu sneered and said, "This is our music industry. When we need something from you, we call you brothers. On the other hand, we make excuses and act like nagging parents."

This sentence fully describes the current situation of the Chinese music circle and musicians.

Wu Zhenhui snorted, "From now on, these people will stay on the blacklist of my Liuyi Musical Instruments Store."

Yan Lide's optimism was shattered, and he sighed, "It seems that now we can only rely on ourselves."

Wu Zhongyu said coldly: "It is better to rely on yourself than on others. Even if everyone is pessimistic about you, you must lose with dignity."

Yunfeng wanted to speak several times, but when the words were on the tip of his tongue, he swallowed them back.

Wu Zhongyu waved to the waiter to come over to settle the bill, and then said to everyone, "Okay, go back to your rooms and have a rest. I'll think about composing music tonight."

Wu Zhenhui said to her: "Why don't you go to my place? It's quieter there, and there are musical instruments. Maybe it can inspire your inspiration."

Wu Zhongyu thought about it for a moment and nodded, "Okay."

Yan Lide did not go with them. If it was about writing songs, he could help as writing lyrics is his strong point. Although he could also compose music, his level was limited and he would only cause trouble if he went.

After Wu Zhenhui and Wu Zhongyu left.

The group returned to the room with heavy hearts.

Yunfeng arrived at the room, washed up first, then opened the instrument box and took out the flute.

When I came up, I asked the waiter, and he said that the sound insulation in the hotel room was very good, so playing the flute would not disturb the people next door.

At first, he blew it randomly for a while, and when his mouth felt sore, he stopped to rest.

Yan Lide got up and went to the bathroom.

"The opportunity has come!"

Yunfeng is waiting for this moment.

And the music played this time was "Swordsman".

He didn't play the whole song at once, but rather section by section, as if he was looking for inspiration.

"Xiao Yun, you played very well just now." Yan Lide came out of the bathroom, thought about it for a while, and then asked, "Is it the melody you played at the Liuyi Musical Instruments Store today?"

Yunfeng pretended to be shy, scratched the back of his head, and said, "I wanted to help Teacher Wu share some of the pressure, so I wanted to see if I could play a complete melody."

The acting was a bit poor, but Yan Lide believed it.

"Blow it for me again."

(End of this chapter)