red art soldier

Chapter 193 Instructor Ye Has an Epiphany

Although the conversation between Zhang Meng and Zhu Qihan was very quiet, his ears were sharp, but he could hear clearly. He subconsciously looked at Wang Sidi who was playing the piano.

At this moment, Wang Sidi's fingers are jumping flexibly in the world between black and white of the piano. Her slender fingers and delicate face, coupled with her closing her eyes and quietly performing this piece of music, is like a fairy descended from heaven. envy.

But at this moment, Ye Chen's heart was hit by something. He looked at Wang Sidi at this moment, and suddenly remembered a person who had helped him in his most difficult time. That person's face was completely the same as Wang Sidi at this moment. Fusion, it is exactly the same.

Ye Chen's voice stopped abruptly again, just looking at Wang Sidi quietly, Wang Sidi seemed to feel the extraordinary atmosphere around him at this moment, and slowly opened his eyes, those watery pupils looked at Ye Chen, fingered But it is still beating, and the song "Singing the Motherland" is still playing.

"Brother Ye Chen, why don't you sing anymore? Don't worry about such a nice song. I won't ask you for money. I was joking just now. When you have money in the future, just treat me to a big meal. Hey, Brother Ye Chen, why are you crying?"

Wang Sidi's piano sound also stopped, and she took out a pack of tissues from her pocket and handed it to Ye Chen.

Zhu Qihan and Zhang Meng also saw the situation here at the moment, and hurried over.

Ye Chen heard footsteps at this moment, and seeing Wang Sidi looking at himself with an inexplicable expression, he smiled and said: "Ah! Nothing? Your girl played so well, I was moved, and you all know When a person gets excited, he tends to cry, doesn't he?"

Zhu Qihan looked at Ye Chen and said, "Is this the so-called artist cell?"

Ye Chen spread his hands and said, "Maybe!"

Ye Chen used the music as an excuse to make excuses, but it was hard to convince, but everyone didn't continue to ask.

The running-in between the two of them continued, time passed bit by bit, and in the blink of an eye, it was evening, Zhu Qihan had already left because of work, and Zhang Meng stood there bored, so he just lay down there and fell asleep.

The cooperation between Ye Chen and Wang Sidi has become more and more tacit, and at this moment, many students in school have been attracted.

At first, there were only a few scattered people, but then, there were more and more boys outside, and then they simply came inside to listen.

Zhang Meng was also awakened by the applause of a group of people at this time. He rubbed his eyes and glanced at the time on the wall clock, looked at the two of them and said, "You guys haven't finished yet?"

Ye Chen and the two listened briefly, and then they started singing again.

Zhang Meng just wanted to stand up and walk over, but was stopped by two old men who had just walked over.

One of these two old men is a woman and the other is a man with kind faces. After seeing them, the surrounding students all called out "Professor Gong" and "Professor Lei". Zhang Meng naturally knew these two when he came here.

"Grandma Lei, you are here. They have been rehearsing for two hours. When did they come?"

The one called Grandma Lei by Zhang Meng is naturally Professor Lei Tingfenlei, and the other old man is the folk music master Gong Youcai.

"You girl knows how to sleep here. Come on, let me introduce you. This is Professor Gong Youcai, a master of folk music. Hurry up and meet Grandpa Gong."

Zhang Meng has a cheerful personality, which is lively and cute, but in front of the two old people, she seems a little reserved.

"Grandpa Gong, I'm Zhang Meng. I'm a freshman in this class. I'll ask Grandpa Gong to teach me more in the future."

Gong Youcai looked at Zhang Meng and said, "Are you the little girl that Sister Fen said had a talent for music, and she just wants to learn drama?"

Zhang Meng glanced at Lei Tingfen aggrievedly and coquettishly said, "Grandma Lei, you want to talk nonsense about my little secret."

Lei Tingfen touched Zhang Meng's head, smiled and said: "Okay, what are you talking about, that is Ye Chen who composed the two songs "We Serve as Soldiers" and "Little Baiyang"?"

Zhang Meng nodded and said: "Yes, Ye Chen from the drama club of the Avant-Garde Art Troupe, Grandma Lei, you see, everyone in the drama club can sing and sing so well. Although I go to learn acting, I can also sing at the same time." Musicians! Don’t worry about this, don’t tell my grandma, or I will suffer again.”

Gong Youcai looked at the two people who were rehearsing at the moment and said to Zhang Meng, "Girl, who is that girl playing the piano? His technique is somewhat similar to Murdochlov's. It's not easy!"

Lei Tingfen was about to speak when she was interrupted by Zhang Meng.

"Grandpa Gong, that girl is my childhood, the granddaughter of Commander Xu, and the granddaughter of Master Wang. However, Grandpa Gong's vision is really sharp, and it can be seen just by Adi's fingering. Yes, my classmate's name is Wang Sidi, who is the last disciple of the international piano master Murdochlov, and also the best friend of my future international star Zhang Meng!"

"You! When will you be able to grow up and look like an adult? It's already seventeen, not too young."

Lei Tingfen told Gong Youcai about Wang Sidi's identity again, and Gong Youcai nodded and said, "So she is Wang Laogui's granddaughter, why is she so talented in music?"

Zhang Meng looked at Gong Youcai's praise of her best friend again, her heart was full of joy, and then said: "How about our song by Instructor Ye? This is just under the burning clouds. We Instructor Ye saw the fluttering five-star red flag just now. Yes, listen, the melody of the singing is so beautiful, majestic yet dignified and elegant, and the rhythm highlights a lot of extraordinary feelings, it is simply too perfect."

Lei Tingfen knocked on Zhang Meng's little head and said with a smile: "You girl, it sounds so good, you were sound asleep just now, but you witnessed the birth of a song with great significance, it's your honor, sir Gong, for this song, I don’t think national instruments can really reflect his majestic grandeur, although the piano solo does not lose its essence, but it lacks a lot of the momentum it should have in terms of artistic conception.”

Gong Youcai also nodded and said, "I can hear that too, but this kid actually said that he wants to use ethnic musical instruments. Is it because he is from the avant-garde art troupe featuring folk music? Forget it, let's stop guessing. Now it's time for dinner, let's ask them to have dinner together, and talk about this matter by the way, good lyrics and good music, who composed the music, girl, do you know?"

"I know!" Zhang Meng rolled her eyes and said, "Instructor Ye, after he had an epiphany on the playground, um, it was an epiphany, and the lyrics like a fairy came out, and then he met Director Zhu and went to the music room. In front of us, the music score instructor Ye completed it in one go, obediently, it's amazing."

(End of this chapter)