Chapter 1005 Guitar
In fact, Sui Huaxuan's underground sound room is better, but it is a place used for singing practice. If Guan Tingting uses it to play DVDs, Guan's mother will scold her to death.
"I'll come back next week!" Guan Tingting said: "College is so fun!"
"If you learn English well, it will be easy in college in the future." Speaking of which, besides professional courses, Sichuan Music This is the only hard target. Guan Tingting's current level in professional courses is sufficient. As long as she makes up for her shortcomings in English, she can basically do well in the college in the future.
“Where are we going to play now?” Guan Tingting asked again before her excitement was over.
"Still playing? I'll take you home now." Zhou Zhi felt that the little girl was full of energy.
"I don't!" Guan Tingting began to play off: "It's hard to come out to play once!"
"Isn't it easy?" Zhou Zhi continued to tease her.
“How about we go to the riverside,” Li Yijia suggested: “I remember Bo Bo and Dan Dan both have guitars. Let’s go back to school, pick up the guitars, and go to the small park in the north gate to play?”
“That’s okay.” Hu Rui smiled and said, “Xinxin and I will accompany you then.”
"Brother Elbow, please bring your harmonica with you," Guan Tingting added.
So everyone rode their bikes back to the campus, picked up their musical instruments and left the campus through the north gate, exited the campus from the International Students Building, and came to the small park on the opposite side of the river.
There are many tall banyan trees here to block the sun, and with the river breeze blowing, it is quite cool.
Nowadays, being able to play guitar on college campuses will be very popular among girls, and the guitar club in every university is a club that boys love to join.
However, the new backbones of the campus guitar club, Bo Bo and Dan Dan, were not very impressed today. Their guitars were taken over by Zhao Lexin and Hu Rui. This is professional.
The two girls also disliked that their guitars were out of tune, so they tuned them again, and then played random tunes while tuning them, which made everyone feel happy.
The best musical instruments Zhou Zhi has ever enjoyed before were Su Meng’s guzheng and Xu Jingfei’s violin. After coming to Shudu, I met Tingting and listened to her play the piano several times. In recent years, she has been taught by famous teachers. Very good. Now looking at Hu Rui and Zhao Lexin's guitar playing skills, Jiachuan is simply a literary desert.
Li Yijia also brought his own guitar. The 38-inch one was smaller than the red cotton ones of Li Dongping and Xu Gang. Now he was so scared that he didn’t dare to play. He pushed the guitar over and said, "I can't I can't play as well as you guys, Ruirui, please help me tune it."
Hu Rui took the guitar and looked at it: "Wow, Sister Jiajia, do you have a musician at home?"
"No, what? "Really?" Li Yijia asked puzzledly.
"This is FURCH, a purely handmade guitar made in the Czech Republic. It is a top brand, but it has been discontinued now. I don't know when it will be restored. There is very little domestic stock. Yours is almost considered an antique."
"Really? I don't know at all." Li Yijia said: "An old professor gave this to my dad before. He said it was a pity that it was smashed and asked my dad to hide it."
"I I wanted to learn guitar when I was in high school. Dad said he had it at home, so he dug it out and gave it to me.”
“It’s such a good thing.” Hu Rui tuned the piano and played a tune, then handed it to Zhao Lexin. I took the red cotton and played the song just now: "Can you hear the difference?"
The difference is huge. Even in the open area by the river, everyone can hear the change of timbre, the resonant accent, and the ending rhyme. Lao Qin is far superior.
"Awesome!" Zhou Zhi is not good at playing, but he still knows a little bit about the quality of musical instruments: "There is a saying in musical instrument stores that one dollar buys one point, ten dollars buys two points, and one hundred dollars buys three points. This piano It’s more than three points worse than the red cotton.”
“Brother Xiuzi speaks like an expert.” Zhao Lexin gently played with the strings and couldn’t put it down: “So the price of this piano is at least a hundred times that of the red cotton. .”
"A hundred times?" Li Dongping was shocked: "My piano is not bad, it costs more than fifty yuan!"
"Well, so Sister Jiajia's piano costs at least five thousand yuan." Hu Rui said very naturally: "This is still the ex-factory price. Now that it has been stored for so many years, it will only become more expensive."
Music instruments, especially wooden instruments, have no stress between the various parts when they are newly made. The coordination is soft and the timbre will be affected somewhat. With regular use and careful maintenance and preservation, these stresses will gradually disappear, the instrument will truly become a whole, and the tone will be greatly improved.
Therefore, whether it is a Chinese guqin or a foreign violin or guitar, old age is the most valuable thing.
“Ouch, why is it so expensive?!” Li Yijia was really shocked: “My family has been eating ashes for so many years!”
“You have to bring it to school to find out how much it’s worth! Teacher." Zhao Lexin said: "Because we can't tell what year it is."
"What the hell, let's play first!" Li Yijia also had a free and easy temper: "What are you playing?"< br>
""Olive Tree"." Tong Xiaolin thought for a while: "It will definitely sound good when Tingting sings this."
Zhou Zhi couldn't help but call him an expert. This song is indeed suitable for guitar accompaniment, harmonica intro, Guan Tingting singing, and Tong Xiaolin requesting the song. Also ordered very well.
"That's it! Come on." Zhou Zhi put the harmonica to his mouth and said to Hu Rui and Zhao Lexin: "I'll go for eight beats first, and then you guys come in."
Hu Rui and Zhao Lexin nodded.
The melodious sound of the harmonica sounded by the river. After eight beats, two guitar sounds joined in. After another eight beats, the harmonica retired, replaced by Guan Tingting's melodious singing voice: "Don't ask Where do I come from..."
Almost most people have never experienced this kind of professional-level close-up music appreciation. Many people feel a slight itchiness on their arms, which is like goosebumps.
Music can indeed move people, and experiencing it in this way is completely different from listening to tapes with headphones.
Even many tea drinkers at the small tea shop outside the park were attracted by the singing. They sat or stood outside the students and listened quietly.
Zhou Zhi felt that this scene was familiar and funny. He recalled the morning exercises at Jiachuan Pier, and the sound of Tingting's exercises made people stop and blocked Xiahe Street.
"Olive Tree" is very suitable for Guan Tingting. When the song ended, there was warm applause in the small park.
Especially the boys, they were so excited that they shouted for one more, which made the audience outside the circle echo.
"Let's all come together." Guan Tingting was not afraid of such a scene for a long time. She just felt that singing alone was not as fun as singing with everyone.
"Then let's sing "Farewell"?" Zhou Zhi suggested.
This song is nice and easy to sing, and the accompaniment is simple. Zhou Zhi also plays the harmonica for four beats, and then follows up with two guitars. Then Guan Tingting and Zhou Zhi sing, and everyone joins in.
“Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass stretches to the sky...”
The singing also infected many spectators outside the venue, so they also sang along.
"The evening wind blows the willow flute, and the sunset is outside the mountains..."
After the song was sung, everyone clapped, for this beautiful song, and for themselves. congratulate.
Just two simple instruments made this chorus no longer the hustle and bustle of a mob, but became elegant and "high-end".
Those who participated involuntarily also truly experienced the charm of music. At the end of summer, they sang from "Childhood" to "Orchid Grass", from afternoon to dusk.
(End of this chapter)