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Chapter 61 0061, good song [please collect, please vote]

As the old saying goes: One sound can make you a Buddha, and one sound contains everything in the world.

The sound of the dongxiao is very special, and perhaps no other instrument in the world has such characteristics.

If you say it has a beautiful timbre, then many musical instruments have beautiful timbre; if you say it has a wide playing range, then many musical instruments have a wide range.

In fact, the bamboo flute itself carries a sense of vicissitudes, just like a person who becomes mature after experiencing many things in this world.

This sense of vicissitudes represents the path a person has taken and his life experiences.

There is a conclusion in this world: the simpler something is, the more eternal it is.

This conclusion also applies to musical instruments. The simplest musical instrument, which contains everything in heaven and earth, can be called the "eternal instrument."

In the hotel room.

"Xiao Yun, keep blowing me."

Yan Lide asked Yunfeng to blow it over and over again, because there was always a little bit of feeling missing.

However, Yunfeng did this on purpose. He didn't play the entire "Song of the Smiling, Proud Wanderer" until he felt it was almost right.

"This song..." Yan Lide sat on the bed, staring at Yunfeng blankly, unable to believe his ears.

He had previously heard Yunfeng say that the skill required to play the dongxiao was better than that required to play the piano or guitar, and thought it was just a hobby and that at most he could play music proficiently according to the score.

but……

The flute playing technique is so professional that it cannot be more professional, even better than the professional musicians in the orchestra.

There is a sixteen-character formula for playing the bamboo flute, which are distant, quiet, strange peaks, ups and downs, indifferent, empty, gathering energy and concentrating the mind.

Yunfeng did it all.

Yan Lide opened his mouth and could not speak for a long time. After a while, he asked, "Xiao Yun, when did you learn to play the dongxiao?"

"This..." Yunfeng scratched the back of his head and laughed, "I can't remember clearly. When I was very young, I saw the neighbor playing it every morning. I thought it was interesting, so I bought one and brought it back. When I had nothing to do, I would take it out and play it."

When it comes to piano and guitar, his level is just at the amateur level, so whether he has studied for a long time or a short time will not arouse suspicion from others.

But the dongxiao is different. After using the skill book, it directly reaches the professional level, and each level is also divided into different levels. The skill books rewarded by the system can directly upgrade the skill to the highest level in the level.

Yunfeng still remembers what Liang Xixi said at the Liuyi Musical Instruments Store, where she saw reviews of several Chinese traditional musical instruments on the Internet.

Three years for playing the pipa and five years for playing the xiao, one erhu broke my waist, the thousand-year-old xun and the ten-thousand-year-old zheng, only the suona can soar into the sky.

"Five-year flute" means that it takes at least five years to play the flute well.

Although it is exaggerated, it is true.

Therefore, when answering the question about the time Yan Lide spent learning the dongxiao, we cannot say it is too short.

When Yan Lide heard this answer, he nodded slightly.

Fortunately.

If he had started studying after entering the Magic City Conservatory of Music, the word "monster" would not be enough to describe Yunfeng's talent in the field of music.

Back to the music played by Yunfeng.

Yan Lide recalled it quietly, and the melody of the song was already complete.

but……

Still feels like something is missing.

It would be great if Wu Zhongyu was here, he would definitely be able to point out the shortcomings.

After thinking about it for a while, Yan Lide gave up, thinking that professional matters should be left to professionals.

He looked at the time and realized it was almost midnight, so he said to Yunfeng, "Xiao Yun, write down the score first and show it to Old Wu tomorrow."

"Okay, teacher." Yunfeng nodded and went to turn on the computer.

He is now very skilled at writing simple musical notations by listening to the melody. Moreover, this piece of music is a reward from the system, and the score of the zither and flute duet is firmly imprinted in his mind.

A few minutes later, both the simple score and the ensemble score were written.

The next day, Yunfeng got up early according to his biological clock.

Yesterday, people who participated in this musical instrument academic exchange meeting were given entry and exit cards to the Central Conservatory of Music.

Yunfeng can go in for morning exercise.

But because it was too early, even with the card in hand, I was still questioned by the security guard at the door.

When I came back, I happened to meet Wu Zhongyu and Wu Zhenhui.

The two men had haggard eyes, yawned constantly, and looked to be in poor spirits.

And they didn't notice Yunfeng who had walked up to them until Yunfeng greeted them, "Teacher Wu, Teacher Wu, good morning."

"Ah, good morning."

"Xiaoyun, where have you been so early in the morning?"

……

Yunfeng explained: "I went to the Central Conservatory of Music's sports field for morning exercise."

Wu Zhenhui patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "That's right. In our line of work, health is very important. It's a good thing to exercise more." Wu Zhongyu seemed to be in a heavy mood. After saying hello, he didn't say anything else.

Yunfeng didn't ask about the progress of the composition, he would know soon.

After returning to the hotel room, Yunfeng took a shower first. From the bathroom door, he heard Yan Lide talking to Wu Zhenhui.

"Alas, it is still difficult after all."

"I didn't sleep all night and just sang a few melodies. I can't deny my age."

"That's your own problem. Age has nothing to do with composing music."

"Old Wu wanted too much to win over those foreigners with big noses, and he wanted too much to prove that our Chinese musical instruments and music were good, but he couldn't calm down and didn't find any inspiration."

"You've been traveling all over the country and abroad these years, so you don't have any inventory?"

"If you want musical instruments, I have plenty in stock, but as for music, I don't even have a single note."

"How about looking for external help?"

"You know what kind of person Old Wu is. If you agreed to find external help, I would have called him last night."

……

Yunfeng listened for a while and then walked out of the bathroom.

At this time, Yan Lide slapped his thigh and said, "How could I have forgotten this!"

"Don't be so surprised." Wu Zhenhui raised his eyebrows and asked, "Have you come up with any good ideas?"

Yan Lide did not answer, but asked Yunfeng: "Xiao Yun, where is the music score you wrote last night?"

Yunfeng stopped wiping his head and replied, "In the computer."

"What score..." Before Wu Zhenhui could finish his words, Yan Lide stood up and left. "Hey, Lide?" Wu Zhenhui had no choice but to ask Yunfeng, "Xiaoyun, what score is Lide talking about?"

Yunfeng answered truthfully, "It was the melody I played at your place yesterday. I tried to complete it last night."

"Oh." Wu Zhenhui responded without thinking too much about it.

After a while, Yan Lide came with Wu Zhongyu.

After Wu Zhongyu looked at it on the computer for a while, Yan Lide asked, "Old Wu, how is it? Does it work?"

Wu Zhongyu did not answer, but turned to look at Yunfeng and asked, "Is this really the song you finished?"

Yan Lide interrupted and said, "It was indeed the piece that Xiaoyun completed. He played it to me all night last night."

Yunfeng also nodded.

Wu Zhongyu asked again: "Where is your flute? Play it for me."

Yunfeng took out the flute from the instrument box and played it in front of the three people.

As he listened, Wu Zhenhui's eyes widened, his mouth opened wide, his brows furrowed, and even his hair began to shake.

Regardless of how good the song was, the level of the flute playing alone was enough to amaze him.

After listening to it, Wu Zhongyu sighed: "Li De, I regret it."

The song was well written and very melodious. She fell in love with it after just listening to it once.

At the same time, I was also amazed at Yunfeng's talent. With just a bamboo flute, he could perfect a melody of a dozen notes into such a highly complete song in just one night.

Yan Lide was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then he realized that she was referring to Yunfeng's transfer to another department. He smiled bitterly and said, "Old Wu, isn't this already in the past?"

Wu Zhongyu didn't reply to him, and continued to ask Yunfeng: "Xiao Yun, tell me what you want to express when you composed this song?"

A song or a lyric needs to have a theme that is either sad or touching. At least the idea or creativity should be central enough to give the audience a sense of picture and a continuous sense of movement.

Only in this way can it become a complete work.

Yunfeng had already prepared a set of words, and said directly: "Free and unrestrained, unruly, happy to take revenge, and proud of the world!"

A hint of surprise flashed across Wu Zhongyu's eyes. He really couldn't figure out this kid.

Most of his peers write about love, but Yunfeng either writes about national sentiments, childhood memories, or martial arts.

She smiled, a rare smile, and asked curiously, "How did you think of writing a song like this?"

"Well..." Yunfeng scratched his head and pretended to be embarrassed and said, "I'm recently reading a martial arts novel called "Dart Man"."

"I know that." Yan Lide and Wu Zhenhui said in unison.

"You men, no matter how old you are, all have a martial arts dream in your heart, right?" Wu Zhongyu's husband is also reading this novel.

"The enemy."

“This is a man’s romance.”

……

Yan Lide and Wu Zhenhui smiled at each other.

"Xiao Yun, go call Tang Yu and the others over." Wu Zhongyu already had some ideas about Yun Feng's piece, and then added: "Remember to ask them to bring their instruments."

(End of this chapter)