After the college entrance examination, life began to follow one's heart

Chapter 234: Immortals Are Countless

Xu Lin had never played "Phoenix Seeking Its Mate" before, nor had he ever even seen the sheet music.

But last time he listened to that ancient-style woman playing the guqin at the "National Beauty and Heavenly Fragrance" show.

Xu Lin then memorized the piece.

In addition, Xu Lin has an extraordinary talent for learning. With his superb learning ability, Xu Lin's brain works quickly as he tries to figure out how to play the piece.

Sheet music?

He could deduce it by looking at his memories of the piece.

Then everything became clear.

The question is, how can anyone else be compared to him, who seems to have cheated?

They are incomparable!
"I need to make some slight changes to the score."

"Hmm... let me think about it..."

"So be it!"

It lasted for a little over a minute, very short.

However, Xu Lin had already completed the revisions to the score of "Phoenix Seeking Its Mate".

Thus, a musical score for "The Phoenix Seeks Its Mate," just like the others, was born, worthy of being passed down through generations.

However, this may have to be considered from the perspective of ancient times. After all, modern times do not have such a rich artistic environment. Just like calligraphy, in ancient times, if you had to take the imperial examination, your handwriting had to be beautiful. The whole society admired and demanded calligraphy, so there were countless calligraphers. The same applies to ancient poetry. You had to take the imperial examination, and you also had to compose poems when you went out for a meal or a gathering. If you didn't have a good literary foundation, you couldn't get by.

In short, this is the soil for art.

Modern society doesn't have that.

After finishing the sheet music, Xu Lin began to play.

"The Phoenix Seeks Its Mate" is a love song, so its melody is melodious and romantic, especially romantic.

Sima Xiangru was a great talent, but many people don't know that he had a stutter. This means that if Sima Xiangru had directly confessed his feelings to Zhuo Wenjun verbally, he would most likely have been rejected. However, Sima Xiangru was a skilled musician.

Romantic piano music, extraordinary talent, and a promising young man—aren't you moved?

In terms of rhythm, "Phoenix Seeking Its Mate" has a calming effect and is captivating when listened to carefully.

The boy playing the piano was very handsome, his technique was very skillful, and he had clearly been practicing for a long time. The music he played was also very beautiful.

Perhaps the only thing that seems a bit out of place is that Xu Lin's makeup and styling are not in the ancient style.

At this moment, Xu Lin is using the unique sounds of the guqin to create a peaceful musical world for people.

At the scene, many people were pulled inside, and passersby couldn't help but stop and watch.

Pei Danqing was among them.

Of course, Wu Zongting, this old Bi Deng, is the same.

"This piece is wonderful, 'The Phoenix Seeks Its Mate'?"

"It doesn't quite look like it. No, this is 'The Phoenix Seeks Its Mate,' only the score has been modified!"

As Wu Zongting listened, he felt a sense of intoxication; he had been running out of creative ideas for a long time.

In his youth, or more precisely, before his forties, he had a very difficult, even tragic, life. His childhood was filled with hunger and cold, a truly miserable existence. As he grew older, he went out to work and make a living, but due to malnutrition, he was thin and small, often bullied, and stumbled along the way, enduring countless hardships. Later, he married, and with their child about to be born, he was about to enjoy a warm and happy life with his wife and child. In those days, this kind of life could be considered blissful. However, fate intervened; Wu Zongting's wife died in childbirth due to the lack of medical care at the time. Later still, Wu Zongting worked for others and, because he chose the right side, was imprisoned for several years, barely escaping with his life…

His early life was incredibly difficult.

Those who study art know that suffering is the best breeding ground for art. Abing had a good life in his early years, but after learning that he was an illegitimate child, he became self-destructive and indulged in drinking, gambling, and prostitution. As a result, he contracted syphilis and later went blind. His life was full of hardships, and thus "Erquan Yingyue" was born.

Because of his miserable early life, Wu Zongting's inspiration flowed freely. At that time, he became famous throughout the composition world and was extremely popular.

Later, his life got better and better; the more painful his first half of life was, the more comfortable his second half became.

It seems that God has completely taken away his talent; he has finally run out of ideas.

However, even though Jiang Lang's talent may have run dry, Lao Deng's ability to appreciate art is still there; otherwise, how could he be so influential and eloquent in this circle?
"The sheet music has been modified, but it's a great modification! Absolutely brilliant!"

"I haven't heard this version of the sheet music before. Could it be that he changed it himself?"

Old Deng, who had been living in the clouds for too long, couldn't help but notice that an eighteen-year-old was so incredibly talented.

But his inner instincts told Wu Zongting that this young man in front of him was extraordinary.

His talent is like a rushing river, flowing endlessly!

"Instant kill!"

Wu Zongting felt more and more moved as he listened, but then suddenly felt uncomfortable.

Sima Xiangru and Zhuo Wenjun's love story was a match made in heaven, but that beautiful love was theirs alone.

What about yourself?
He thought of his former dream girl.

Perhaps every man has his own ideal woman in his heart, and Wu Zongting is no exception.

He remembered that when he was not yet married, he once went to see a performance by a cultural troupe. The girl leading the performance was from a big city. She had fair skin, a good temperament, and was very tall and beautiful. Wu Zongting, who came from the countryside and had seen many rustic, burly village girls, was almost smitten. In the years that followed, this girl haunted his dreams countless times.

Later, I heard that she got married to a promising soldier, and that was indeed the case. Later, this soldier rose through the ranks and is now in a very high position. He speaks of policies, and it is not an exaggeration to say that his words carry the weight of the law.

"The Phoenix Seeks Its Mate" tells the story of a man pursuing a woman's love. The phoenix is ​​male and the huang is female, so it is a story of a man pursuing a woman.

Sima Xiangru was a great talent, author of works such as "Zixu Fu" and "Shanglin Fu", and was known as the "Sage of Fu" by later generations. In terms of literary status, he was on par with Sima Qian, the Grand Historian, during the Western Han Dynasty. He was a young talent when he played "Feng Qiu Huang". Later, he rose rapidly in rank and became a general, a position second only to a general, equivalent to a provincial-level official today.

Zhuo Wenjun was a great beauty and a woman of great talent. Her background was also very illustrious; she came from a very wealthy family and usually associated with royalty and nobility, making her a true daughter of a prominent family.

Therefore, Sima Xiangru and Zhuo Wenjun were a perfect match, a talented scholar and a beautiful woman.

As the saying goes, "A single encounter of golden wind and jade dew surpasses countless meetings in the mortal world."

When he was young, Wu Zongting remembered that he loved ancient novels, such as those about noble ladies falling in love with impoverished scholars, or celestial maidens falling in love with poor scholars preparing to go to the capital for the imperial examinations. He enjoyed reading such stories very much.

Wu Zongting was the same way, fantasizing that some girl in the performing arts troupe would take a liking to him.

But as people grow up, there will always be a moment when their dreams are shattered, and the realities of society will always give them a harsh blow.

The timeless truth is that every pot has the right lid!

How could two people with such different backgrounds possibly have their lives intersect?

Wu Zongting burst into tears.

"Mr. Wu, why did you cry just from listening to a piece of music? I thought this Xu fellow didn't play it very well either."

Xiao Minghua, who has no artistic talent, naturally didn't listen, not to mention that he already disliked Xu Lin. Given his preconceived notions, how could he possibly listen to Xu Lin play the piano?
He thought, "Damn it, what kind of music is this? It's so awful!"
Seeing Wu Zongting's cloudy eyes filled with tears, Xiao Minghua had no idea what had happened.

"What do you know?"

Wu Zongting doesn't want to talk to Xiao Minghua this time.

If Xiao Minghua were to say, "The old gentleman naturally sheds tears when he is deeply moved," Old Deng would probably think that this kid understands him a little.

But Xiao Minghua, oblivious to the romantic undertones, made a comment.

A few minutes later, the music ended.

Xu Lin turned directly to Wu Zongting and asked, "Old Deng, how are you feeling? Did you piss yourself?"

"Ah!"

Wu Zongting still had to save face, saying, "It's just that the wind is a bit strong today!"

There's a tiny breeze indoors.

Xu Lin was too lazy to expose him.

At this moment, Xu Lin's gaze fell on Pei Danqing.

Their eyes met, and Director Pei's gaze darted away slightly, her expression a little flustered, before she looked away from Xu Lin, her face flushed.

The silence speaks.

Xu Lin ignored the other person and got up from his seat.

He has already played the erhu, guzheng, and guqin in succession, showing off his skills and letting everyone know that he has real talent.

"Wu Zongting, from now on, I'll be in charge of the music, is that alright?"

Xu Lin looked at the old man.

"Ha, do as you please!"

Wu Zongting couldn't bring himself to lower himself, and although he still spoke with a tough attitude, he no longer looked down on Xu Lin.

The layman only knows that Xu Lin has some skill, and that he plays the piano quite well.

But Wu Zongting was neither an outsider nor an insider; he was an old immortal who had ascended to heaven.

He knew that Xu Lin had also ascended, and that he had flown very high, seemingly higher than him.

Xu Lin chuckled and said, "That's more like it. You're getting on in years, so you need to be careful to maintain harmony and avoid getting angry easily. The health of an elderly person is the most important thing."

Damn it, you could have just said less.

Wu Zongting was speechless; this kid was just too annoying.

This is really unreasonable!

Xiao Minghua couldn't help but criticize Xu Lin: "You, surnamed Xu, are you even trying to lecture Mr. Wu!"

“When elders are speaking, juniors shouldn’t interrupt, understand? He’s not even said a word, and you’re already getting all worked up? What’s wrong with you? You keep jumping out here and there. I hate you, you idiot. You don’t understand any social etiquette at all.”

Xu Lin is truly unafraid of being criticized, because he can leave this circle at will and doesn't have to rely on anyone for his livelihood. Therefore, he is very confident and not afraid of offending anyone. Besides, he is only eighteen years old. Those peers who are not in a good position are still young and impetuous, let alone him. If he doesn't act wildly when he is young, he will definitely regret it later.

puff!

As soon as Xu Lin finished speaking, Director Pei laughed, unable to suppress his amusement.

Xiao Minghua was stunned, and the words were on the tip of his tongue, but he didn't know what to say for a moment.

There were quite a few people in the music room, since some had come to watch Xu Lin play earlier.

Oh my god!

Mr. Xu is quite a character; he speaks bluntly without considering who you are, and starts cursing right away.

The post-2000 generation is reshaping the workplace!
wrong.

They're from the post-2005 generation!

Mr. Xu was born in 07.

Xu Lin didn't care what others thought; he was a bit of a maverick, and besides, no one could really help him.

The program has five background music tracks, all without lyrics: one at the beginning and one at the end, and three insert songs in between.

For someone else, it would take a long time to work on five soundtracks. After all, inspiration is a very random thing. Where does it come from? Maybe it comes from reading a book, watching a movie, taking a walk, looking at the scenery, or even taking a dump. In short, inspiration can come from anything you do.

Therefore, this thing is very random.

This time, Xu Lin didn't act recklessly. He wanted to explain himself to the program and the audience, and if any problems arose, he wanted to shift the blame to himself. Who composed this piece? Mr. Xu? Which Mr. Xu?
Wouldn't that damage Mr. Xu's reputation?
Xu Lin felt that in the eyes of netizens, his character might not be good, but his works could not be bad.

These two things need to be distinguished.

Anything is fine, except for ruining our prestigious reputation.

How does Xu Lin find inspiration?

Reading.

Inside the music room, Xu Lin sat on the sofa, looking completely at ease, flipping through a collection of Tang poems.

He liked to find inspiration in classical literature, so he asked Director Pei to bring over a few books. One was a collection of Tang poems, which should contain all the high-quality Tang poems, categorized by poet, such as Li Bai, Du Fu, and Li Shangyin.

Xu Lin flipped through Li Bai's poems and came across his "Dreaming of Visiting Mount Tianmu".

Li Bai was truly amazing, and Xu Lin wasn't exaggerating. Like in high school essays, students would say how incredible Li Bai was and how they wanted to be like him. But these students didn't really understand how amazing Li Bai was because their literary skills weren't up to par with his level of understanding. They were just parroting what others said. If you asked them how amazing Li Bai was, they couldn't give a coherent answer; they just recited from the textbook, knowing absolutely nothing.

That's all nonsense.

Now, Xu Lin has abandoned Chinese language and literature and is going to look at Li Bai's poems.

Li Bai inherited Zhuangzi's carefree spirit and Qu Yuan's romanticism, so he lived a carefree and unrestrained life, remaining optimistic and spontaneous even when the sky was falling.

Many people believe that Du Fu was concerned about the country and its people because of the fall of the nation and the loss of his family, since he experienced the brutal An Lushan Rebellion.

But Li Bai also experienced the An Lushan Rebellion.

Therefore, some people say that Du Fu seems to have never been young, while Li Bai seems to have never been old, because Du Fu spent his whole life worrying about the country and its people, while Li Bai spent his whole life enjoying life.

"Tigers play the zither, phoenixes draw their chariots, immortals stand in rows like hemp..."

"The immortals are lined up like hemp!"

Xu Lin muttered to himself, repeating this sentence over and over.

Modern people's imagination is built on the foundation of the imagination of the ancients. For example, the golden cudgel in "Journey to the West" only weighs 13,500 jin, which is already the limit of the ancients' imagination, because it is impossible for a human to lift an iron rod weighing 13,500 jin. It would be terrifying for a monkey to lift such a heavy stick and wield it. But the ancients would not know that the Dongfeng-41 missile of later generations weighs 63 tons, which is more than 100,000 jin. Humans have long since flown into the sky, burrowed into the earth, and entered the sea.

That said, imagination is something that evolves from generation to generation.

Yet Li Bai, a thousand years ago, could utter the line: "Immortals stand in rows like hemp."

The celestial beings in the sky were arranged neatly, densely packed together.

What kind of scene is this?

Did Li Bai ever meet an immortal?
How could he have seen an immortal? Immortals don't exist.

But he can write sentences like that.

No wonder Du Fu admired him; Du Fu was a realist, while Li Bai was a romantic.

When Xu Lin read this sentence, inspiration began to flow freely.

The inspiration came very randomly, and Xu Lin's emotions also kicked in.

Variety show: "Chinese Culture and History".

It refers to famous figures who made outstanding contributions to this ancient country, including individuals in politics, thought, military strategy, culture, and other fields.

Of course, this includes not only people from ancient times, but also modern people—those who have made the most significant contributions to the country.

In short, figures who have made significant contributions to the country and to history.

China is very cautious in its evaluation of this matter. Even if someone is a heinous and corrupt official, when it comes to facing one's ancestors, one must behave honestly. This is the moral and ideological sentiment that a country's rich history brings to its people.

Who doesn't want to be remembered for eternity? Even eunuchs dreamed of achieving great fame and leaving their mark on history. The allure of being remembered in history and having one's name etched in the annals of time is simply too strong.

Xu Lin glanced at the list of celebrities on the show; they were all very famous people. Without outstanding contributions, they wouldn't be able to get in at all.

China has no shortage of people, and even celebrities are plentiful; you can find them everywhere, too many to count.

Even Huo Qubing, whose achievements are recorded in history, is only known by the four characters "封狼居胥" (Feng Lang Ju Xu).

Even Huo Qubing wouldn't be on this list, nor would Xiang Yu, the greatest warrior of all time.

None of them are qualified.

Which deities are worthy of being described in great detail?

Therefore: Immortals are numerous and abundant!

The list of famous figures is so extensive; how dazzling is this history? How brilliant are these heroes?
Xu Lin was in high spirits, and his inspiration burst forth.

"Pen and paper!"

Xu Lin looked at Director Pei.

Pei Danqing was stunned for a moment, not yet able to react.

But Xu Lin commanded, "Hurry up!"

Inspiration can vanish in an instant, so you have to seize the moment, right?
Moreover, inspiration and emotions are closely related, and right now his emotions are in the right place, so Xu Lin just wants to make a big splash.

"Okay, I'll go get some paper and pen!"

Pei Danqing acted immediately.

Xiao Minghua couldn't stand it anymore. "Hey, Xu, what are you ordering Director Pei to do?"

How dare you treat her with such a calm tone?
Even the seasoned simp Xiao Minghua couldn't hold back. If it were him, he would treat Pei Danqing like a precious gem, but Xu Lin actually ordered her around.

Xiao Minghua couldn't stand it anymore. He felt that his goddess had been bullied, so he had to stand up and criticize the other party.

However, Xu Lin immediately cursed back: "Go to hell! Is she your wife? Is she your girlfriend? Is she your family? She's none of those things, and she hasn't even said a word. What are you doing jumping in like that?"

Xiao Minghua: ...

Xu Lin: "If you don't like me, go somewhere else. Damn it, I hate you the most, you idiot! You jump out when I'm having the best time, damn it!"

Xiao Minghua: ...

"All this 'mothering' all day long is an insult to civility!" Old Deng couldn't help but say.

Xu Lin simply ignored him. He didn't care about all the talk about being refined. He wasn't a saint or a gentleman, so what did refinement have to do with him?
Besides, how many scumbags in suits and ties, looking all respectable, are there on this land? Those who leech off the common people and exploit them are truly countless!
"Xu Lin is here!"

At the same time, Pei Danqing appeared.

Xu Lin had already taken the paper and pen.

Pei Danqing and the others saw Xu Lin start writing fluently the moment he got the pen.

Sheet music.

Although Wu Zongting disliked Xu Lin, he had to admit in his heart that Xu Lin was capable.

So you could say he was the one who got together the closest.

Xu Lin wrote very quickly, without even thinking. Wu Zongting was also getting old; he had presbyopia and couldn't see clearly, and his mind wasn't working very well either. This wasn't meant as a derogatory remark; it was genuinely his condition. Aging is a journey that everyone must go through.

A little over a minute later, Xu Lin finished writing the opening theme music, which was over three minutes long.

This is the guqin version, not the final version. Because when it comes to accompaniment, without the accompaniment of multiple instruments, it inevitably falls short. For example, in this piece, Xu Lin also wanted to have instruments such as gongs and drums to accompany it, so that it must be grand, magnificent and grand.

"let me see."

Xu Lin then gave it to him.

The old man took the paper and started reading it. At first, he didn't think much of it, but the more he thought about it, the more alarmed he became.

"Okay!"

"Okay!"

……

He slapped his thigh hard and exclaimed "Great!" four times in a row.

This shows the level of shock.

Director Pei, who was standing to the side, couldn't understand it, but he knew that Xu Lin wrote very quickly.

"How did you manage to write this kind of piece?" Old Deng asked him.

"When inspiration strikes, there's no stopping it. How am I supposed to answer that?"

"What's your name?" The old man thought for a moment and realized that it was indeed the case. When he was young, inspiration would occasionally burst forth, and he couldn't stop it, but it stopped as he got older.

"Hmm, taking inspiration from Li Bai's poem, let's call it 'Immortals Row Like Hemp' for now."

"The immortals are lined up like hemp... The immortals... are lined up like hemp!"

"That's a good name!"

Old Deng stared at the sheet music, pondering it repeatedly, his heart filled with turbulent emotions. The more he looked at this piece, the more astonished he became.

Old Deng secretly admitted defeat.

Of course, this is from the heart.

It was a magnificent scene, with numerous immortals appearing, densely packed in all directions.

Wu Zongting couldn't describe the feeling, but when Xu Lin said that the immortals were lined up like hemp, he felt it immediately.

On the other side, Xu Lin seized the opportunity and brought out a guqin (a traditional Chinese stringed instrument).

He simply crossed his legs, using the space specifically to display this rather long guqin.

Soon, a rapid but not irritating piano melody began.
As Wu Zongting listened, his heart pounded, and he felt a sense of dread, as if he were seeing immortals descending to earth.

They are immortals, not immortals.

"This section should be accompanied by drums, and the movements must be expansive and rhythmic!"

he thought.

Xu Lin's technique was very fast, like a peerless master of the zither from a fantasy novel.

He plays the guqin the most, unlike the erhu and guzheng.

The more you play, the more familiar you become.

Xu Lin's skill in playing the guqin can be described as having reached a level of mastery comparable to that of nature.

"This young man's talent is like the Yellow River, with the potential to travel a thousand miles to the East China Sea," Wu Zongting exclaimed.

"She's just too sharp-tongued; she doesn't let anyone off the hook."

Wu Zongting felt that Xu Lin had a flaw. He instinctively felt that Xu Lin, as a young man, should be humble. It seems that every older person is like this, thinking that they have eaten more salt than a young person has eaten rice, and that it is only natural for the young person to listen to their elders.

But Wu Zongting reconsidered and rejected the idea.

"Why should those born into wealth and privilege be bound by constraints?"

Wu Zongting rose from hardship; he was at the very bottom of society back then, and his life was full of bitterness before sweetness, which was not easy.

But then he realized that Xu Lin wasn't like that.

Xu Lingui possesses an extraordinary air about him; he must have been born into wealth and privilege.

Since they are born into wealth, why do they need those rules and regulations?
Unbeknownst to him, Wu Zongting had already been won over by Xu Lin, though he still wouldn't hold back with his words.

On the other side, for the next half hour or so, Xu Lin played the piece on the guqin ten times.

He did this partly to improve his skills and partly to refine his work.

After ten repetitions, it becomes the complete version.

Xu Lin revised the score and specified which instruments should be used in which parts.

"Just this one!"

The modification is completed.

Old Deng took the sheet music, looked at it again, and tried to understand it. He was deeply shocked and even prostrated himself in worship!
Wu Zongting believes that Xu Lin's piece is capable of shaking the entire film scoring industry.

And it's happening all over the world!
An unprecedented young man is about to make a splash in this field.

(End of this chapter)