A song from Chengdu revived a closed-down pub.

At first, they were just discussing it in hushed tones.

But as the lyrics were gradually adjusted, Agula couldn't help but hum along softly to the melody.

The unique syllables of the Mongolian language seem to fit naturally with the melody of the morin khuur (horsehead fiddle).

Some parts that sounded rather gentle when sung in Mandarin suddenly gained a profound sense of weight and depth when sung in Mongolian, as if they came from the depths of the grasslands.

The vastness and desolation of the grassland seemed to intensify in an instant.

This time, not only did Uliji's eyes widen in surprise, but everyone at Han Tang Entertainment also noticed the uniqueness of this singing style.

Agula exclaimed excitedly, "Teacher Su, you also understand Mongolian?"

Chao Lu and the others all turned to look at Su Fan.

Su Fan calmly replied, "I wouldn't say I understand it, I've only had some exposure to it. Qinbei and Mengnan are adjacent to each other. When I was studying grassland music, I specifically learned about the pronunciation and rhythm of Mongolian songs. I can understand some of the simple lyrics, but if you asked me to chat with you in Mongolian, I wouldn't be able to."

After listening, no one felt that this was just a superficial understanding.

He Xiaoxiao couldn't help but retort, "Do you have some misunderstanding about the meaning of 'some knowledge'?"

The others from Han Tang Entertainment nodded in agreement.

If being able to discern whether the Mongolian language and melody match, and even anticipate adjusting the lyrics based on the Mongolian pronunciation, is only considered a superficial understanding, then they truly don't know what level constitutes true mastery.

Agula and his companions could hardly contain their excitement.

They were initially worried that Su Fan's idea of ​​combining grassland music with rock music was just a spur-of-the-moment idea.

It was only at this moment that they truly realized that Su Fan not only understood modern music, but had also seriously studied the language, rhythm and expression of grassland music.

This song, "Reincarnation," might truly be the first step they take together.

Next, the group discussed the arrangement of the music.

Not long after, they moved their instruments to the rehearsal room that the hotel had temporarily set aside.

Jiang Yi, Xiao Pang, Lao Han, and others also joined in.

Agula was in charge of the morin khuur (horsehead fiddle) and the overall ethnic music.

Chao Lu pondered repeatedly the location where throat singing appeared.

Chen Fang, holding a guitar, kept trying to connect rock instruments with traditional melodies.

At first, everyone wanted to put their best skills into the piece.

The morin khuur, long song, throat singing, electric guitar, bass, and drums all crammed together almost simultaneously.

The first complete performance was impressive in scale, but it sounded extremely chaotic.

The various voices, each refusing to yield, actually ruined the song's original vast and desolate atmosphere.

When the last note faded, no one spoke.

Chen Fang frowned and said, "We've made the same mistake again; the various instruments are fighting each other."

Agula nodded gently: "Each of these items is fine on its own, but when put together, it becomes unclear what the song is trying to express."

Everyone instinctively looked at Su Fan.

Su Fan already had a complete answer in mind regarding how this song should be presented.

However, he did not tell everyone the answer directly.

Since this song is to be the first work completed by Agula and others, it should retain their own interpretation.

Su Fan would only offer his opinions when the discussion reached a stalemate or when the overall direction deviated.

Su Fan tapped the sheet music lightly with his fingers: "Fusion is not about making all the instruments sound at the same time. What is most touching about the grassland is not only its vastness, but also the blank spaces. The same goes for the arrangement. In some places, the less sound there is, the more imagination is left for people."

Jiang Yi pondered for a moment: "Should we start with subtraction?"

Su Fan nodded: "Keep only the morin khuur in the intro, let the melody come in slowly from afar. Don't put the throat singing at the beginning, you can put it under the melody. After the audience gradually gets into the song, then add the guitar and drums little by little."

Agula thought about this for a moment, and his eyes gradually brightened: "It's like a person standing on the grassland. At first, he can only hear the sound of the wind and the morin khuur in the distance. When he looks up, he finds that the world is slowly unfolding."

That's exactly what I mean.

With the new direction established, everyone immediately started trying again.

This time, Agula played the morin khuur (horsehead fiddle) first.

The deep, resonant sound of the piano slowly spread throughout the rehearsal hall, followed by the throat singing of Chaolu emerging from the bottom of the melody, like an echo from the depths of the earth.

As the theme gradually became clearer, modern musical instruments were added one by one.

The drumbeats gradually increase in intensity.

Besto's melody.

The electric guitar doesn't deliberately show off its skills, but rather pushes the emotions upward layer by layer.

The entire arrangement suddenly became clear.

However, in the middle of the song, the transition between traditional music and rock still felt somewhat abrupt.

After several attempts, the group still couldn't find the most suitable way to connect the components.

Little Fatty put down his drumsticks, frowned, and said, "It was still grassland up ahead, but here it suddenly feels like entering a music festival, and the mood abruptly breaks down."

Su Fan walked to the sheet music, picked up a pen, and made a mark in the middle section: "Don't let the band take over here. First, stop the drums and guitars, leave a long note, and then let the morin khuur catch up with the last note of the long note. After that last note falls, the drums will come back in."

Chaolu immediately understood his meaning: "Let the long song become the bridge in the middle."

Everyone tried again.

After the long, drawn-out sound rose, the two completely different musical styles finally found a natural transition link.

When the drumbeats stopped again, the emotions that had been building up were instantly pushed to a high point.

This time, everyone's expression changed.

"That's the feeling!"

Chen Fang didn't even bother to put down his guitar; he immediately called on everyone to start over from the beginning.

Over the next period of time, everyone kept coming up with new ideas and constantly rejecting the parts that were not suitable.

Sometimes, several people can argue for more than ten minutes about whether or not a certain timbre should be kept.

Su Fan never fully took over the arrangement.

He simply used his understanding of the song to correct everyone's direction at crucial points.

Agula, Chaolu, and others' understanding of grassland music also brought some new changes to the original arrangement.

This meant that the final version was no longer just a simple replica of the song "Reincarnation" from Su Fan's memory.

It truly resonated with everyone present.

As noon approached, staff came over to remind everyone to eat, but no one was willing to stop.

Uliji had the hotel deliver the food to the rehearsal hall.

Even with the food laid out beside them, the group continued to argue over the sheet music and musical instruments.

Uliji tried several times to remind everyone to eat first, but seeing how engrossed Agula and the others were, he ultimately didn't say anything.

Time passed little by little.

It wasn't until late afternoon that the last detail was finally confirmed.

The group performed the entire piece again from beginning to end.

After the last note faded, the rehearsal hall was silent for several seconds.

Immediately afterward, Agula slapped his thigh hard, his excitement barely contained: "It's done!"

The others also smiled.

From morning till evening, they didn't even have a proper meal.

But looking at the arrangement in front of them, which was completed by everyone, no one felt tired.

For musicians, nothing is more exciting than turning the sounds in their minds into a complete work.