Chapter 12 Returned
He Wuming carefully put the Yueqin he just played into the piano case, and then took out the flute, "I got this bamboo flute last spring. Before that, I had little exposure to southern music and flutes, and more to northern bangdi."
Zhou Yan nodded, that's right. He Wuming is a Peking Opera singer, so he should know more about northern music forms. Some.
The name Bangdi easily reminds people of Northern Bangzi Opera, and it is indeed used as an accompaniment to Bangzi Opera. The body of Bangdi is shorter than that of Qudi, and the sound is louder and brighter. The two flutes are quite different in playing techniques.
"Teacher He has only been in contact for a year and a half, and yet he is able to achieve such a level. His talent in music is really amazing." Zhou Yan complimented casually, and this kind of flattery has almost been engraved in his mind. It's in his genes.
Most people can't resist his "death by flattery" skill, but there are some sane people who don't accept this trick, like the He Wuming in front of him.
He Wuming shook his head, "I don't have much talent in playing musical instruments. Even the bangdi is average. This flute is in pretty good condition and material. It's a bit of a waste in my hands, so I want to give it to you."
Zhou Yan's eyes widened and he didn't understand at all. Although they had been "living together" for more than half a month, in Zhou Yan's opinion, the relationship between the two was not enough. To give such a valuable gift.
He Wuming's flute is not cheap. It costs one or two hundred yuan at least. Moreover, the flute is relatively personal. Zhang Yimou brought the flute over today. If it weren't for the new one, Zhou Yan wouldn't want to use it. .
"Teacher He, I really can't accept such an expensive gift, and I already have a flute. Thank you for your kindness."
Hearing Zhou Yan's rejection, He Wuming didn't say anything, nodded and put the bamboo flute back into the box.
Zhou Yan watched from the side as he packed several musical instruments in the box. After struggling for a while, he still asked, "Director Zhang knows that I can play the flute. Did you tell him?"
"Yeah." As if he had expected Zhou Yan to ask, He Wuming answered quickly.
Then He Wuming stood up and explained to Zhou Yan, "I met Director Zhang yesterday. He probably thought that we were roommates, so we would know each other better, so he asked me some interesting things, such as what do you know? I can’t play the flute.”
“So you came back this morning and asked me if I could play the flute to answer Director Zhang?”
He Wuming nodded, "Yes."
Zhou Yan scratched his temples in confusion, "Then do you know why he asked me to play the flute?"
"Hard to say." He Wuming He shook his head, and then said unintentionally, "I only heard that the actor who was originally scheduled to play the eldest son Chen Feipu may not be able to come."
He Wuming didn't say the next words, but Zhou Yan already understood what he meant. .
The original actor cannot come, so Zhang Yimou will definitely have to find a substitute. It seems that Zhang Yimou is eyeing him, so he wants to see if he can play the flute.
If this is the case, did his performance today make Zhang Yimou make his decision?
If Zhang Yimou really invited himself to play Chen Feipu, would he agree or not?
Zhou Yan's thoughts suddenly drifted away. It was just a coincidence that he came as a soundtrack assistant. If he really took on another role, then his time-travel start would be really amazing.
......
Ever since he heard He Wuming talk about Chen Feipu's character, Zhou Yan has been thinking about it, but Zhang Yimou has never told him about it.
A week after this incident, Zhou Yan no longer took it to heart and just pretended that it never happened.
On the morning of August 12th, Zhou Yan had just walked around the big courtyard when he was dragged by two girls from the makeup team to discuss elegant art - Landlords, but Landlords at this time It’s not called Landlord Fighting, but it’s called Two vs. One, which evolved from running fast. "One against two, your hands must not have exploded. Hehe, I still have a club 3 in my hand, and I won again." Zhou Yan threw out the last card, then spread his hands and showed a pair of He looked very much in need of a beating.
The two girls each held a handful of cards in their hands and sighed helplessly. Zhou Yan's luck with the cards was also very good, so the two of them could do it together. Not winning.
One of the girls with two braids picked up the cards on the stool and looked up and down, "I even suspected you were cheating."
Zhou Yan said with a smile, "Guantou Hong, you can't afford to lose now. Look at Lin Juan, she hasn't said a word until now."
The girl's name is Hong Xin, twenty-five years old. She is six years old and is responsible for taking care of actors' hair and headgear. Zhou Yan jokingly calls her "Guantou". As the name suggests, she specializes in looking after people's heads. Another girl named Lin Juan is younger, about the same age as Zhou Yan, only in her early twenties. She has no qualifications, so she follows Hong Xin to help deliver things and touch up makeup.
Hong Xin glanced at Lin Juan next to her and said angrily, "Juanzi is so fascinated by you that I even suspected that she let her off on purpose."
Hearing this, Lin Juan suddenly blushed from her face to her neck, "Oh, Sister Hong, what are you talking about? I won't play anymore."
After saying that, Lin Juan lowered her head and ran away.
"Hey, this girl is so embarrassed."
Zhou Yan smiled and said, "Lin Juan is still young, don't tease her like this all the time."
"She's not young anymore. She's better than you. She's older, so you should call her sister, but it's better now. I hear her calling "Brother Zhou Yan, Brother Zhou Yan" in my ear every day, and my ear canals are calloused by your name."
"I look older." Zhou Yan smiled and was about to put away the cards on the stool when he heard Liu Qing calling him from outside.
“Zhou Yan!”
Zhou Yan quickly ran out of Zhuang Zao's house and saw Liu Qing standing in the middle of the aisle holding a pile of letters.
"Brother Liu, here it is."
Liu Qing turned around and smiled, "I have your letter."
Then he handed over the last letter He took it out and handed it to Zhou Yan, "Here it is, it was sent from Yanjing. Why is it so thick?"
"It's so thick, maybe it's money." Zhou Yan joked.
"Okay, you can continue dreaming. I'm going to deliver letters to others." After saying that, Liu Qing left with the other letters.
These days, it is very inconvenient to receive letters in the village. The number of postmen is limited, and transportation mainly relies on bicycles. Therefore, many letters cannot be delivered to various villages, and even if they can be delivered, it will take a long time. . If it is close to the town, it may be delivered once every four or five days. If it is far away, it is normal to deliver it once every ten days and half a month.
With so many people in the crew here, they must receive a lot of letters, so every time Liu Qing drives the chef to the town or county to do shopping, he will drop by Qiaojiabao Village. Bring the letter.
This is the first time Zhou Yan has received a letter in the Qiao Family Courtyard. Even if it is so thick, it must be a manuscript he has sent before.
Zhou Yan sighed slightly. The manuscript came back, proving that he didn't want it. But he soon adjusted his mood. It didn't matter. During this period, he submitted a lot of manuscripts, more than a dozen of them. Okay, this is the first defeat.
(End of this chapter)