The King of Crossover Entertainment

An old saying goes: One sound makes a Buddha, and one sound contains everything in the world.

The sound of the Dongxiao is very special, and there may be no other instrument in the world that has this characteristic.

If you say that its timbre is beautiful, then many instruments have beautiful timbre; if you say that it can play a wide range, then many instruments have a wide range.

In fact, the Dongxiao itself has a sense of vicissitudes, just like a person in this world, after experiencing many things, he will become mature.

This vicissitudes represent the path a person has walked and his life experience.

In the world, there is such a conclusion that the simpler, the more eternal.

This conclusion also applies to musical instruments. The simplest instrument contains everything in the world and can be called an "eternal instrument."

In the hotel room.

"Xiaoyun, keep playing for me."

Yan Lide asked Yunfeng to play it over and over again, because there was always a little bit of feeling missing.

However, this was done intentionally by Yunfeng, and he didn't play the "Song of the Swordsman" completely until he felt it was almost right.

"This song..." Yan Lide sat on the bed, staring at Yunfeng, and couldn't believe his ears.

He had heard Yunfeng say that the flute was better than the piano and guitar, and thought it was just a hobby, at most he could play the music according to the score.

But...

The flute playing technique is so professional that it can't be more professional, even better than the professional musicians in the orchestra.

There is a sixteen-character flute formula for the flute, which is far-reaching, quiet, strange peaks, ups and downs, indifferent, empty, gathering energy, and concentrating.

Yunfeng did all of them.

Yan Lide opened his mouth and couldn't speak for a long time. After a while, he asked, "Xiao Yun, when did you learn to play the dongxiao?"

"This..." Yunfeng scratched the back of his head and laughed, "I can't remember clearly. When I was very young, I saw the neighbor playing it every morning. I thought it was interesting, so I bought one and played it when I had nothing to do."

For piano and guitar, his level was just amateur level. It would not arouse others' suspicion if he said he had learned it for a long time.

But the dongxiao was different. After using the skill book, it directly reached the professional level, and each level was divided into different levels. The skill books rewarded by the system directly raised this skill to the highest level in the level.

Yunfeng still remembered that Liang Xixi said that he saw the evaluation of several Chinese national musical instruments on the Internet at the Liuyi Musical Instruments Store.

Three years of pipa and five years of xiao, a erhu broke the waist, a thousand-year-old ancient xun and ten-thousand-year-old zheng, only suona can reach the sky.

"Five-year xiao" means that it takes at least five years to play the dongxiao well.

Although it is exaggerated, it is true.

So, when answering Yan Lide about the time he spent learning the dongxiao, he should not say it is too short.

Yan Lide nodded slightly when he heard this answer.

Not bad.

If he started learning after entering the Magic City Conservatory of Music, then the word "evil" cannot describe Yunfeng's talent in the field of music.

Back to the song Yunfeng played.

Yan Lide recalled it quietly, and the melody of the song was already complete.

But...

I still feel that something is missing.

It would be great if Wu Zhongyu was here, and he would definitely be able to point out the shortcomings.

After thinking for a while, Yan Lide gave up, and professional matters should be left to professionals.

He looked at the time, and it was almost twelve o'clock in the evening without realizing it, so he said to Yunfeng: "Xiaoyun, write down the score first and show it to Lao Wu tomorrow."

"Okay, teacher." Yunfeng nodded and went to turn on the computer.

He was now very skilled at writing simple musical notation by listening to the melody. Besides, this piece of music was a reward from the system, and the score for the qin and xiao duet was firmly imprinted in his mind.

A few minutes later, both the simple musical notation and the duet score were written.

The next day, Yunfeng got up early according to his biological clock.

Yesterday, people who participated in the academic exchange meeting on musical instruments were given cards to enter and exit the Central Conservatory of Music.

Yunfeng could just go inside for morning exercises.

But because it was too early, even with the card in hand, he was still questioned by the security guard at the door.

When he came back, he happened to run into Wu Zhongyu and Wu Zhenhui.

The two of them had widower eyes, yawned all the time, and looked not very energetic.

And they didn't notice Yunfeng who had walked up to them until Yunfeng greeted them: "Teacher Wu, Teacher Wu, good morning."

"Ah, morning."

"Xiaoyun, where have you been so early in the morning?"

...

Yunfeng explained: "I went to the Central Conservatory of Music's playground for morning exercise."

Wu Zhenhui patted him on the shoulder and smiled: "Not bad, in our line of work, health is very important, and more exercise is a good thing."

Wu Zhongyu seemed to be in a heavy mood, and didn't say anything after greeting him.

Yunfeng didn't ask about the progress of the composition, he would know in a while.

Back to the hotel room, Yunfeng took a shower first, and heard Yan Lide talking to Wu Zhenhui from the bathroom door.

"Alas, it is still difficult."

"I didn't sleep all night and just dug out a few short melodies. You have to admit that you are old."

"That's your own problem. Composing music has nothing to do with age."

"Old Wu wanted to win over those foreigners with noses in the sky and prove that our Chinese instruments and music are good. As a result, he couldn't calm down and didn't find any inspiration."

"You have been traveling around the country and abroad for many years. Don't you have any inventory?"

"If you want musical instruments, I have enough in stock. As for the music, I don't even have a single note."

"How about looking for external help?"

"You know what kind of person Old Wu is. If you agree to look for external help, I would have called last night."

...

Yunfeng listened for a while and walked out of the bathroom.

At this time, Yan Lide slapped his thigh and said, "How could I forget about this!"

"Don't be so surprised." Wu Zhenhui raised his eyebrows and asked, "What good ideas have you come up with?"

Yan Lide did not answer, but asked Yunfeng, "Xiaoyun, where is the score you wrote last night?"

Yunfeng stopped wiping his head and replied, "In the computer."

"What score..." Before Wu Zhenhui finished speaking, Yan Lide got up and went out, "Hey, Lide?" Wu Zhenhui had to ask Yunfeng, "Xiaoyun, what score did Lide talk about?"

Yunfeng answered truthfully, "It's the melody I played at your place yesterday. I tried to complete it last night."

"Oh." Wu Zhenhui responded without thinking deeply.

After a while, Yan Lide came with Wu Zhongyu.

After Wu Zhongyu looked at it on the computer for a while, Yan Lide asked, "Old Wu, how is it? Can it be used?"

Wu Zhongyu did not answer, but turned to look at Yunfeng and asked, "Is this really the song you finished?"

Yan Lide interrupted and said, "It is indeed the song completed by Xiaoyun. He played it to me all night last night."

Yunfeng also nodded.

Wu Zhongyu said again, "Where is your flute? Play it for me."

Yunfeng took out the flute from the instrument box and played it in front of the three people.

As he listened, Wu Zhenhui's eyes widened, his mouth opened wide, his eyebrows wrinkled, and even his hair shook.

Not to mention how good this song is, just the level of playing the flute has made him admire it.

After listening, Wu Zhongyu sighed, "Lide, I regret it."

This song is well written and very rhythmic. She liked it after just listening to it once.

At the same time, he was also amazed at Yunfeng's talent. With a flute, he could perfect a melody of more than a dozen notes into such a highly complete song in one night.

Yan Lide was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then he understood that she was referring to Yunfeng's transfer to another department. He smiled bitterly and said, "Old Wu, isn't this over?"

Wu Zhongyu didn't reply to him, and continued to ask Yunfeng, "Xiao Yun, tell me what you want to express when you create this song?"

A song or a lyric needs to have a theme that is either sad or moving. At least the intention or creativity should have a central idea that can bring a sense of picture to the audience and a sense of continuous output.

Only in this way can it become a complete work.

Yunfeng had already prepared a set of rhetoric, and said directly: "Free and unrestrained, unruly, happy to repay and enmity, and laugh at the world!"

Wu Zhongyu's eyes flashed with a trace of surprise. He really couldn't guess this child.

Most of his peers write about love, but Yunfeng either writes about national feelings, childhood, or martial arts.

She showed a rare smile and asked curiously, "How did you think of writing such a song?"

"This..." Yunfeng scratched his head and pretended to be embarrassed and said, "I'm reading a martial arts novel called "Dart Man" recently."

"I know that." Yan Lide and Wu Zhenhui said in unison.

"You men, no matter how old you are, do you all have a martial arts dream in your heart?" Wu Zhongyu's husband is also reading this novel.

"That's right."

"This is a man's romance."

...

Yan Lide and Wu Zhenhui smiled at each other.

"Xiaoyun, go call Tang Yu and the others over." Wu Zhongyu already had some ideas about Yunfeng's song, and then added, "Remember to ask them to bring their instruments."