Chapter 129 Pipa Song, the Yan of Yan King Hejia! 【1 update】
"..."
As soon as the words fell, the entire crew suddenly fell into silence.
The assistant director stared at Ye Turning in disbelief with his eyes widened, and his heart couldn't help shaking.
The pipa player's hand was also a little blurry as he held the full moon, and his vision was dull.
Cheng Qingli jumped up: "Lan, Sister Lan, you... aren't you?!"
Who can tell her why their sister Lan suddenly knows how to play the pipa again?
"Ye, Director Ye, are you really kidding me?" The assistant director wiped his sweat, "If it doesn't work, we can ask the local art association to borrow people. The worst result is to cancel this promotional meeting."
"No need." Ye Banlan said lightly, "You also said that 90% of Madoka's hand injury was man-made, so how do you know that the other party will not block our apparent escape route?"
And she, no matter what she does, must be cautious.
You must not expose all escape routes and let the enemy block them one by one. This is a taboo.
The assistant director was stunned for a moment, but the cold sweat broke out even more: "That's what Ye Dong said!"
He seems to be able to understand why this young girl can single-handedly support the maverick company of Mantianqing.
She is too courageous and has many tricks.
More importantly, she remained calm even in critical situations, as if nothing could shake her.
Ye Banglan lowered his head and plucked the strings with his right hand.
Ying Yueyuan has been learning pipa since she was a child. She is a professional. Just by watching Ye Turning gently play the pipa a few times, you know that she not only knows how to play it, but is also an expert!
She is with the group of musicians and has been behind the scenes, responsible for background music and so on. She does not know Ye Banglan’s identity. Today is also the first time she has seen Ye Banglan.
It wasn't until she heard the assistant director call Ye Dong that Ying Yueyuan realized that this girl who was younger than her was not a star, but the chairman!
"What song do you want to listen to?" Ye Banlan tilted his head, "What song are you preparing for tomorrow's promotional meeting?"
Ying Yueyuan was stunned again and said hurriedly: "It's "Smoke in the Desert"."
"Okay, I understand." Ye Banlan nodded.
"Smoke in the Desert" is a pipa song describing the war at the frontier, and it is indeed consistent with the environment outside Yanshan.
She closed her eyes and recalled the tune before starting to play.
"clank--"
The strings vibrate and the sound flows out.
Just a short prelude outlined a vast desert in everyone's minds.
The soldiers watched the sunrise and sunset at the border gate day after day. Under the red-golden sunlight, the long river rolled in.
The song "Smoke in the Desert" has a very slow intro, but then suddenly becomes faster in the middle section, which tests the player's extremely powerful skills.
Ying Yueyuan's heart was lifted, but after hearing the clear and smooth pipa sound, she couldn't help but open her eyes wide again.
The attention of laymen such as Cheng Qingli and the assistant director had been focused on Ye Banlan's hand. They saw her fingers picking up and coming together so fast that they even saw the afterimage!
After the first half of the song, Ye Banglan put down the pipa: "I just gave it a try. This piano is good."
The assistant director was a little confused.
Is this called simply giving it a try?
This is clearly a master-level performance!
"The name Pipa actually comes from the two playing techniques of this instrument." Ying Yueyuan whispered softly, "'Pi' is played forward with the right hand, and 'Pa' is played backward with the right hand."
"So that's it." Cheng Qingli suddenly realized, "But now there are fewer and fewer people playing the pipa."
"Yes." Ying Yueyuan smiled bitterly, "I have been learning pipa with my grandmother since I was a child, but my mother said that there is no future in learning pipa. It's just that I have always liked classical music, so I begged my grandmother to teach me."
Ye Turning's hand paused slightly.
The pipa is the first plucked instrument and is more difficult than the erhu and guqin.
It is also because of this that the current inheritance of Pipa has almost ceased to exist. There are too few people who know it and even fewer who want to learn it.
There is an association for guqin, but nothing for pipa.
Ying Yueyuan added: "If the crew hadn't hired me, I think... maybe I wouldn't have lasted long and would have given up Pipa and found another job."
"I like Pipa very much." Ye Banlan smiled slightly, "If you are free, after you finish working on the crew, I would like to invite you to join my company and become a Pipa teacher."
Ying Yueyuan raised her head suddenly and said in surprise: "Is it really possible?"
"Of course." Cheng Qingli also said, "Sister Lan is preparing to form a band with traditional instruments and open corresponding classes. It's not too late for us to welcome you."
"If so, that would be great!" Ying Yueyuan was very happy. "If more people can learn Pipa, Pipa will not disappear in the future."
"No." Ye Banlan took out another box of ointment from his bag, "Remember to apply the ointment before going to bed today, three times a day, and refrain from doing anything else."
Ying Yueyuan carefully took the ointment with her palm and nodded vigorously: "I remember it!"
"Let's eat first." Ye Banlan smiled lightly, "Everyone has had a hard day, let's take a rest first. Yancheng is very windy and sandy in the early morning, so be sure to close the doors and windows."
The weather was too cold at night, so the crew's logistics department prepared hot pot.
Yan Tingfeng smelled the spicy fragrance and lowered his eyelashes.
"It won't be spicy if you dip it in it." Ye Banlan handed him the prepared sauce, "It's delicious, believe me."
Yan Tingfeng blinked and smiled: "I have always believed in Miss Ye."
As soon as these words came out, even he was surprised.
He actually... really believed in Ye Turning the Tide, otherwise he would never have allowed her to feel his pulse. And for so many years, even the six lords of Shenxiao Tower who lived and died with him, he did not allow them to get close to him.
The world is dangerous, and he will never trust anyone.
Because no matter how close someone is, they might stab you in the back.
But since he woke up from his long sleep, he was able to calm down and let outsiders know about his physical condition.
This doesn't look like him at all.
Yan Tingfeng put a piece of beef soaked in sauce into his mouth, and the aroma exploded on his taste buds.
The meat is smooth and tender, and the outside is crispy but not greasy. It is a rare delicacy.
The night wind blew, and the entire Yancheng fell silent.
After eating, Ye Tuanlan did not go back, but walked along the river to the outside of the city.
"Miss Ye."
Yan Tingfeng called her from behind.
Turn around at night.
He held a light blue flower in his hand, raised his hand slightly, and inserted the flower next to the hairpin she was wearing.
Then he took a step back and smiled softly: "I thought of you as soon as I saw this flower. It really complements you."
Ye Wanlan sat down and took a photo of the lake. The light blue flowers were reflected in the water, like a star falling.
"Before..." She raised her head and looked at the starry sky, but fell silent.
This river is the mother river that runs through Yancheng, and the people of Yancheng also rely on this river as their basis for survival.
And every time she came to Yancheng, she always liked to stay here and watch the stars, and hours would pass by just looking at them.
Occasionally, Hejia would come here to look for her after finishing his military duties.
Until she was sixteen years old, her physical condition, which had improved, suddenly deteriorated and she could no longer withstand the elements.
But Hejia knew that she liked to watch the stars here, so he specially repaired a draft-tight house and opened a skylight on the ceiling.
Three hundred years later, it is still a familiar location and a familiar river.
But the house had been completely destroyed in the war, and her brother had turned into a star.
Now she could only feel He Jia's presence while sitting under the starry sky in Yancheng.
Ye Banglan sat for a while longer, wiped the dust on his body and stood up: "Let's go, we have to gather early tomorrow."
Yan Tingfeng hummed and walked side by side with her.
**
The next day, it’s 7:30 in the morning.
"Very good, everyone is on time." Professor Xue was very satisfied. "This morning, I will take you to learn about the city of Yancheng. Don't underestimate Yancheng. If you want to study archeology, even in Yancheng Even if we wait for five or six years, we may not be able to complete the archaeological work.”
A few years ago, Yunjing sent people to Yancheng to build a residential area.
But after so long, the archeology in the planned area has not been completed, and it is not known when the work will start.
"Don't fall behind, everyone, report anything in advance." Professor Xue held up a loudspeaker, "Let's start with this ancient street."
The members were all a little excited and looked around.
Ye Banglan looked at the stalls around her casually, until after passing ten stalls, her eyes suddenly stopped.
"How much does this cost?" Ye Banlan squatted down and pointed at an object on the stall.
As soon as she said this, the other team members stopped.
The tourism industry in Yancheng is not as developed as in Nancheng, but there are many tourists. Where there are tourists, there are many scammers.
Who doesn’t know that the small vendors selling antiques on both sides of the road buy their bulk goods from the Internet?
All are made by modern people, none of them are antiques at all.
It was a dagger, but it looked strange.
The stall owner said casually: "Five thousand, no one less will be sold."
The asking price is five thousand, but it is very likely that the cost price is not even fifty.
"Hey, hey, don't buy it. People here always like to cheat stupid old people." Professor Xue also came over, "There is an antique market in front, and you can find real things. It is absolutely impossible here."
Ye Banglan, however, calmly scanned the QR code and transferred 5,000 yuan to the stall owner without negotiating the price.
"Little girl, you -" Professor Xue didn't know what to say, so he could only stare and said sadly, "I told you that the things here are not true, you are wasting your money!"
As a student of archeology, if you are deceived like this, how can you still learn?
Ye Banlan's expression remained calm. She turned around, her back to the stall owner, and she pressed an unknown part of the dagger, which actually separated the dagger's handle from the blade.
Then she turned the direction of the handle and blade and reassembled it into a new dagger.
"Professor, look again."
The word "Yan" suddenly appeared on it.
The Yan of King Hejia of Yan!
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