Chapter 583 The Shock of "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon"
A layman will listen to the excitement, and an expert will listen to the rules.
The beginning of the song "Two Springs Reflect the Moon" brings out a feeling of sighing, which is a feeling of desolation, sadness, loneliness and loneliness.
Different from the desolation in ordinary erhu songs, the imagery displayed in this song is more vast.
Zhang Tinglan held her breath and listened quietly.
Ma Shaohui stopped making troubles. His family knew about his affairs.
It is true that he was a master when he was young, but he has been playing everywhere for so many years, and his skills have never improved and have deteriorated a bit.
Otherwise he would not have called his apprentice over to help.
This kid does have something, at least his level is one of the best for his age.
"The Moon Reflected in Two Springs" begins with a sigh, and as the music continues, it feels like being blown by the wind.
It's cool.
During the Qingming Festival, the temperature is not high, and the air is cool after the autumn rain.
"The Moon Reflected in Two Springs" renders this desolate atmosphere even more intense.
The first part of the song seems to be telling a story. In the busy park, it seems that there are only people playing the erhu.
The sky and the earth are vast and there are huge crowds of people, but the performer is sitting there alone, which makes him look even more lonely.
But up to this point, the music has been relatively indifferent.
Then the music began to change and the rhythm became exciting.
Many people think that "Er Spring Reflects the Moon" is a very sad song, but this is not necessarily the case.
The sad version is not the original version. In fact, it is easy to understand from A Bing’s perspective.
As a blind street performer, would A Bing be crying and heartbroken when he received the recording invitation?
Obviously not! His original music actually has happiness in it, a kind of happiness that someone finally appreciates his music.
Sad melody, slightly cheerful melody, open-mindedness, grief and anger, regret, and indifference intertwined in the song, this is "The Moon Reflected in Two Springs".
The adaptation of "Er Quan Ying Yue" is also good to listen to, but he is not in the mood that A Bing had when he played this song. The new version is so sad that it makes people cry when listening to it, it is like a brand new song.
Xu Nuo played the erhu, and Ma Shaohui's face darkened.
This guy is still hiding his feelings!
I didn’t lose unjustly.
Even if he used all his strength, he would probably be about the same as this kid.
Ma Shaohui was scratching his head a little. He was so excited to test the young man's level. Later he felt that the level was quite high, so he planned to ask his apprentice to come over and have a look to see if there was any value in training him.
It turned out that he was lucky, and his apprentice was confused.
Ma Shaohui glanced at his apprentice who was listening very seriously and sighed.
I don’t know where the monster came from.
"Two Springs Reflect the Moon" comes to the end, and a kind of indifference bursts out from the repression and silence.
This kind of indifference is not a compromise, it is a kind of indifference to fate after fighting for it. It is difficult to cool the hot blood by drinking ice for ten years.
"The Moon Reflected in Two Springs" reached a climax amidst such complex emotions. A heavy bass sound, like a big hand, pulled everyone back to reality.
The audience woke up like a dream.
There is still a familiar scenery and a familiar park in front of me.
"Er Quan Ying Yue" is like telling a story, bringing them into the protagonist's life experience.
The lingering sound lingers, leaving endless aftertaste.
“Okay!”
The audience began to applaud vigorously.
Zhang Tinglan looked shocked, "Xiao Xu, did you write this piece?"
As a qualified copywriter, Xu promised without any psychological barriers, "That's right."
>"That's amazing!" Zhang Tinglan's beautiful eyes were filled with brilliance.
“Who is your teacher?”
Xu Nuo shook his head, “I don’t have a teacher.”
Of course, Zhang Tinglan was not asking about the kind of teachers in school, she was asking about real teachers.
That is, who is the teacher of Zhang Tinglan. For example, Zhang Tinglan’s teacher is Ma Shaohui.
This kind of master-student relationship is many times closer than the teacher in school.
In fact, until now, the mentor-disciple value still has meaning.
What is taught in the school is universal education. It teaches basic things, mainly so that all students can understand them.
But there is still a lot of gap between understanding and mastering. Learning from a teacher is the best way to bridge this huge gap.
It’s not that the teacher doesn’t want to teach in the classroom. Firstly, it’s because the students in the classroom are of different levels and can’t explain it in detail.
Secondly, the teacher will not tell you his treasured skills so easily.
Zhang Tinglan asked him who his teacher was, thinking that he must be taught by a teacher.
This is a recognition of his level.
The promised answer made Ma Shaohui furious, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
"That's not true."
Ma Shaohui sneered twice, "Let me guess, it's Old Man Wang. His disciple? Or Old Man Zhao’s new disciple?”
Xu Nuo shook his head.
“Or Old Man Chen?”
"Don't bother, it's not the case."
"Hey, apart from these few people, I really don't know any of the old guys who play the erhu have the ability to teach a monster like you."< br>
“You really don’t have a teacher?” Zhang Tinglan looked at Xu Nuo carefully.
“No.” Xu Nuo denied simply.
"Then have you studied with these masters?" Zhang Tinglan asked again.
"No, I learned it myself." Ma Shaohui jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on, "You fart!"
The old man was so angry that he cursed.
Xu Nuoheyile, "Teacher Zhang, I didn't tell lies, no one really taught me."
Zhang Tinglan stared at him for a long time, "Okay , I believe what you said.”
"You just have soft ears. You just believe what others say." Ma Shaohui said angrily, "This kid has a heart attack!"
Xu Nuo was unhappy, "Why do I have a heart attack?"
< br>Ma Shaohui stopped wearing his sunglasses and glared: "You are carrying out a sneak attack! Bullying an old man like me!"
Xu Nuo didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Really not."
"You just heard about it. I’m playing the erhu here and sneaking over to cause trouble!”
"Wait a minute, uncle, you came here yourself." Xu Nuo spread his hands.
“Hmph, you just know that I like the erhu, on purpose!” Ma Shaohui was still unconvinced.
Zhang Tinglan looked at Xu Nuo and said, "Xiao Xu, your talent is amazing. Are you interested in learning Erhu with me?"
Xu Nuo shook his head like a rattle, "Thank you. But I don’t have the time.”
Ma Shaohui was shocked, “Boy, my apprentice is a master, you must think clearly!”
He called his apprentice over just to train this kid. He was just joking with him in the past.
According to his opinion, since this boy has no master, when he heard that his apprentice wanted to teach him, he must have been overjoyed and agreed. Who would have thought that he actually refused.
There was an uproar in the live broadcast room, "Holy shit, Zhang Tinglan actually wants to accept a disciple?"
"That's awesome. Master Zhang's several disciples are already masters in the industry. .”
“Xu Yan refused directly, this is so courageous”
"Hey, it's normal. His current development cannot be restrained by the erhu."
"Although the erhu is good, for him, it is nothing more than that."
Rejected Zhang Tinglan was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Xu Nuo, trying to see his heart from under the sunglasses and mask.
"Hey, boy, this opportunity is rare." Ma Shaohui couldn't help but said.
Zhang Tinglan suddenly smiled and said, "It seems that the erhu can't get into your eyes."
Xu Nuo shook his head, "Actually, I quite like Erhu, but for me, there are still many important things to do."
Zhang Tinglan pondered for a moment, "Okay, I see, Erhu means a lot to you It’s really a bit young for such a person, just listen to me and play a piece of music.”
After that, Zhang Tinglan posed and played a piece of music seriously.
The master is worthy of being a master. Uncle Ma’s boast of ranking fourth in the country may be a bit conservative.
Zhang Tinglan's pitch is stable and flawless, and her left and right hands are coordinated with each other's movements, giving her a somewhat arbitrary feel.
The rhythm she plays is clean and clear, the emotion is just right, coupled with the excellent image, it makes people mesmerized.
The lsps in the live broadcast room are almost drooling.
“This temperament is absolutely amazing!”
“If she plays the erhu in the park, I will go and cheer her up every day!”
“I think you are just greedy.”
"This is a visual and auditory enjoyment. It's a pity that our park is full of old men playing the erhu."
The audience burst into applause when the song ended.
“Your erhu skills have reached the pinnacle.” Xu Nuo praised sincerely.
“I am ashamed of myself.”
Ma Shaohui laughed loudly, “Boy, this time I know that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world!”
"With your talent and dedicated practice, maybe you can surpass me in less than three to five years." Zhang Tinglan looked at Xu Nuo and tried to save it again.
"Thank you for your kindness, this is not my intention."
Zhang Tinglan sighed regretfully, "Master, you did find a good seed this time. It's a pity."
"Hey, this kid doesn't know how to flatter me. I'll find another one for you later!" Seeing that his lover was a little disappointed, Ma Shaohui quickly comforted him.
"Xiao Xu, I heard from Master that you played a few pieces of music. Do you have the scores?"
Xu Nuo was stunned for a moment, "No, I just pulled it on a whim."
"Then can you still remember the music score?" Zhang Tinglan asked again.
“Uh, I didn’t bring any paper.”
“I have it, I have it!” A person in the crowd who came to the park to draw was very happy, “Hahahaha, I brought it. Paper! "
Xu Nuo looked at him speechlessly, why are you so excited about bringing a piece of paper?
"Okay, please lend me some paper, and I'll write down the score."
"Hey, I'm your fan, can I sign it later?" the young man winked.
"Hey, do you know him?" Ma Shaohui was stunned and asked.
"I know him, I know him so well! There is no one in the entire Chinese music world who doesn't know him!"
Everyone around him gathered around to inquire.
When Xu Nuo saw that he was recognized, he quickly took the paper and finished writing three pieces of music with a brush.
“Don’t go, young man, who are you?” Ma Shaohui grabbed Xu Nuo who was about to run away.
“Promise!” The young man said happily after receiving the signature.
Ma Shaohui was stunned: "Good guy, are you the one who writes songs?"
"Uh, that's right, I am the one who writes songs." Xu Nuo stopped pretending and just showed off his cards. .
"The genius that Lao Zheng mentioned has been your kid for a long time!" Ma Shaohui came back to his senses and patted Xu Nuo's shoulder hard several times.
"Teacher Ma, I'm sorry, I'm filming a show, who would have ever thought of meeting you two."
(End of this chapter)
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