After the program crew posted the live broadcast notice at 9 p.m., they turned off the live broadcast equipment, and a large number of viewers left messages below.
Looking forward to the evening show
My mother loves to watch Fan Menghua dance, so I'll ask her to come and watch it in the evening.
Can we rehearse well with such a short time
The teachers are all experienced, just wait and see
Inside the farmyard, the program crew decorated the scene with a strong sense of ancient charm, arranged several camera positions, and after communicating about the movement of the evening program, the four inheritors of traditional Chinese style began to prepare intensively.
It's easy for Hou Yingfan and Yu Feipeng. One of them can explain the poems to the audience and make a draft in mind, and then tell them to the audience when the time comes. This is not difficult for Hou Yingfan, the vice president of the Poetry Association.
The other old man, Yu Feipeng, has great skills in painting and writing. He can write something in front of the camera when the time comes. All the program crew needs to do is prepare the four treasures of the study.
The real trouble lies with Ying Wenlin and Fan Menghua.
Having just received the answer to the poem "The Wandering Son", the two had to spend half a day composing music and dancing according to the poem. Fortunately, they are both veteran artists, so improvisation is not a problem.
Ying Wenlin held a sanxian, humming a tune and plucking the strings to compose music.
Xu Qiao looked at his sanxian several times, feeling a little envious.
As expected of a famous Chinese folk music master, Ying Wenlin's sanxian is extremely finely crafted and uses old materials.
The drum is slightly square, made of the finest Hainan Huanghuali wood, which is oily and smooth with beautiful patterns. The handle is made of nanmu and the fingerboard is made of big-leaf red sandalwood.
And what was covering the two sides, if he was not mistaken, should be the skin of wild Burmese golden python.
As soon as Ying Wenlin plucked the strings, Xu Qiao could tell that the sanxian had an excellent tone.
Fan Menghua changed into dancing clothes and waited for Ying Wenlin to come up with the music so she could choreograph the dance steps. At this time, Ying Wenlin was not ready yet. She sat aside feeling a little bored. When she saw Xu Qiao looking at Ying Wenlin's sanxian, she couldn't help but laugh:
"Xu Qiao, why do you keep looking at Wenlin's piano? Do you want it?"
Xu Qiao withdrew his gaze and shook his head modestly.
Fan Menghua patted him on the shoulder and said, "Xu Qiao, I've seen your video clips. You danced well and sang the lyrics well."
Ying Wenlin had his fingernails wrapped around his fingers, plucking the strings intermittently. Hearing this, he looked at Xu Qiao and said, "Do you know opera?"
Xu Qiao responded: "A little bit."
Ying Wenlin was in the mood, so he composed a verse and hummed a few lines, then looked at Xu Qiao: "Come and see if you can sing it?"
Min Yang was sitting aside flipping through his phone, and frowned when he heard the noise. He thought Xu Qiao really didn't know how to handle himself, and came to show off in front of Ying Wenlin.
Xu Qiao recalled Ying Wenlin's singing style just now and started humming.
As soon as he opened his mouth, Ying Wenlin couldn't help but nodded, and then he continued to sing in his opera style.
In the farmyard, the clear music is like the melting snow in the mountain stream, flowing slowly between the rivers.
Yu Wenpeng, who was grinding ink on the side, and the program crew who were busy debugging the equipment, couldn't help but turn their eyes over here.
The boy's melodious voice matches the sound of the shamisen very well, and a few sentences outline a leisurely picture.
Ying Wenlin only composed a few lines of lyrics. Seeing Xu Qiao finish singing quickly, he felt a little unsatisfied and gave him a thumbs up: "You sang well."
The production crew couldn't help but laugh and said, "Teacher Ying, how about letting Xu Qiao work with you tonight?"
Ying Wenlin's eyes lit up, and he was about to agree when Min Yang spoke up, "Tonight is the stage for the four teachers, and we are witnesses."
The program crew choked for a moment, thinking that with Xu Qiao on the stage, there would be a difference in the number of shots of the two witnesses, and Min Yang would definitely not be happy, so they didn't say anything else.
Ying Wenlin was a little unhappy. He glanced at Min Yang and said nothing more.
He doesn't care about the number of shots. Creating an outstanding program is what artists like him pursue.
Looking at Xu Qiao with some regret, and realizing that he couldn't help glancing at his sanxian, Ying Wenlin was stunned and said with a smile: "Why, do you like my sanxian?"
I like it a little, but not too much. So Xu Qiao shook his head.
"Can you play it?" Ying Wenlin asked casually as he continued to compose the music.
"know a little."
Ying Wenlin already had some idea of Xu Qiao's "point", and asked with a smile: "Try it?"
Xu Qiao rubbed his eyes and said sleepily, "No, I won't disturb you and Teacher Fan from rehearsing the show."
If Ying Wenlin and Fan Menghua weren’t going to have a live performance that evening, Xu Qiao would really want to give it a try.
He hadn't played the sanxian for many years. Back then, he was a brothel clerk, selling his art instead of his body, and learning everything from playing the zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting.
Guests like to listen to ditties, so I have to learn to sing and play. Sanxian, Pipa, Guqin, I have learned from the masters of the opera for more than ten years since I was a child. Later, I passed a few books and made a living by this skill.
At this moment, Ying Wenlin's sanxian brought back some memories for him.
Ying Wenlin and Fan Menghua are both talented artists, and by the evening, they had almost finished arranging the program. Despite the tight time, the program they arranged can be called wonderful.
In the blink of an eye, there is still an hour before the live broadcast at 9 o'clock in the evening. The four inheritors of traditional Chinese style are ready. The program team invited the villagers who had greeted them in advance. The villagers walked into the yard one after another and sat on the benches in rows.
When there were too many people, problems arose. Ying Wenlin was holding his sanxian and was going to sit down and rest when he bumped into a villager. The sanxian in his arms was about to fall to the ground, and Ying Wenlin tried to pick it up and fell to the ground. The sanxian was fine, but his wrist was sprained.
When Ying Wenlin twisted his hand, the program crew panicked.
"Teacher Ying, is your hand okay?"
"Hurry up, get an ice towel and apply it."
Ying Wenlin frowned. There was no serious problem with his wrist, but it was extremely painful when he moved it. It might be difficult for him to play the sanxian again today.
After learning about Ying Wenlin's wrist condition, the program team discussed how to deal with it: "How about postponing the live broadcast?"
"It's a bit troublesome. The notice has been posted, and the villagers have been invited."
"Then Teacher Fan can't dance without music."
Listening to the discussion of the program group, Ying Wenlin frowned and looked at Xu Qiao for a while: "Xu Qiao, how do you play the sanxian?"
He was somewhat skeptical about what Xu Qiao had said earlier: "I know a little bit."
Xu Qiao was stunned for a moment, and just as he was about to speak, Ying Wenlin asked again: "Can you play it? This is the tune I played this afternoon."
Xu Qiao thought about it and nodded slowly.
Ying Wenlin smiled and put the sanxian in his arms: "Let Xu Qiao try it, I'll tell him about the score."
The program team was a little hesitant.
I’ve never seen Xu Qiao play the sanxian. What if he goes on stage and the effect of the show is lowered
Min Yang couldn't help but sneer in his heart. It was unknown where Xu Qiao had learned to play the sanxian for a few days, yet he dared to let him go up and try. If he went up, it would simply lower the level of Fan Menghua's dance music.
It is said that it takes a thousand days to play the pipa and a hundred days to play the zither, and half a lifetime to master the sanxian. You are a person who has only started learning by chance, but you dare to perform on stage. Aren't you deliberately making people laugh at you
"Just let him try. My hand was hurt this time, so Xu Qiao went up to take over. Even if he doesn't play well, he's here to save the situation. Who would say anything against him?" Ying Wenlin said impatiently when he saw the production crew was hesitant.
The production crew thought so too, and if Xu Qiao went up there, it would also be a topic of conversation.
An announcement was updated in the live broadcast column, informing that Ying Wenlin had sprained his wrist and would be replaced by Xu Qiao, which immediately resulted in a large number of messages popping up.
Teacher Ying hurt her wrist? Is it serious
Why let Xu Qiao take the place? Can Xu Qiao play the sanxian
He's here to save the day, please don't criticize him if he doesn't play well.
Soon, nine o'clock arrived, and after everything was in place, the program team turned on the live broadcast equipment.
The camera swept across the villagers sitting in rows in the courtyard and fell on Hou Yingfan and Yu Feipeng.
Hou Yingfan started talking about the story of the Wandering Son Poem. While he was talking, old man Yu Feipeng was writing quickly beside him. For a moment, the fragrance of ink spread in the courtyard.
After this segment ended, the camera turned to Xu Qiao and Fan Menghua.
Xu Qiao recalled the music composed by Ying Wenlin and plucked the strings in his hand.
Along with the sound of the strings, Fan Menghua moved behind him on the left.
It seems Xu Qiao plays the piano pretty well
It seems that this kind of instrument is rarely seen played. Are there any professionals who can tell us how it is played
For those who study folk music, the sanxian has no frets. This kind of plucked instrument without frets is not easy to play. It is even more difficult to play the charm of the sanxian.
Ying Wenlin listened attentively for a while, felt relieved, and nodded with satisfaction.
When Xu Qiao said "know a little bit", it didn't really mean "a little bit".
In the first allegro, he used a lot of finger rolling, picking, sliding, and rubbing, and his techniques were unexpectedly skillful.
The melody is ups and downs, gentle and melodious. Even a person who doesn't understand music can hear the melancholy of a wanderer leaving his hometown, but also the yearning and joy for the outside world.
Through this tune, the rice ears in the countryside, the chimneys emitting wisps of green smoke, and the sound of the cowherd's flute all seem to appear before your eyes.
Overall, this section is lively and exciting, and flows smoothly and elegantly.
A variation follows.
Xu Qiao slid his fingers down and pressed hard on the strings, actually imitating the sound of a rooster crowing.
When the villagers heard the sound, they cheered in unison, and the place became lively and bustling for a while.
Ying Wenlin's smile froze on the corner of his mouth.
This is called knowing a little? You call this a little
… Was that a rooster crowing just now
The roosters in the village crowed? Don't tell me that the sound was made by Xu Qiao.
Xu Qiao didn't see the shock in the comments and continued to play the sanxian.
In the past, sanxian was made of python skin. Now that python is a national protected animal, today's sanxian is either made of artificial leather or the skin of artificially bred pythons.
The sanxian in his hand was an old item, Ying Wenlin's eating utensils, but it was made of the finest python skin. The sound quality was pure and the lingering sound was long, and Xu Qiao liked this sanxian more and more.
As for imitating the sounds of various animals, it is not a difficult task for him.
Xu Qiao pressed the strings and his fingers tapped on the python skin.
Bursts of low dog barking were heard.
Dog barking
How the hell did they do this
Before the commentators could react, there was a burst of rapid frog calls and cicada chirps.
The tune suddenly became sad, and contrasting with Fan Menghua's dance behind him, it was hard to recover for a moment.
Ying Wenlin breathed a sigh of relief, with an inexplicable look on his face.
The piece played by Xu Qiao was still the piece he composed, but he made some subtle changes, such as the changes in the local accent.
Unexpectedly, Xu Qiao's skill in using the sanxian was even better than his. The original Youziqu was a hasty product, after all, there was only less than a day to arrange the music.
The final result is not bad, but it is still a long way from being a classic. However, Xu Qiao's adaptation has elevated the artistic conception of the song to a higher level, worthy of being included in the textbook category.
The crowing of roosters, the barking of dogs, the chirping of cicadas and the croaking of frogs are all the sounds of hometown.
The traveler who is far away feels lost and lonely, and he thinks of the songs of every tree and grass, every insect and bird in his hometown.
The ambition to leave home and pursue his dreams independently faded at a certain moment, and he finally thought of his mother who was waiting at home forever.
The melody belonging to the hometown drifted into everyone's heart.
Why do I feel like crying...
I think of the pond behind my hometown, where frogs gather in the summer.
I'm a little homesick.
When Xu Qiao played the last note, Fan Menghua's movements froze and the program was completed successfully.
The villagers cheered in unison, and the comments were flying. Min Yang sat aside, looking unhappy. We agreed to be in the audience together, but you went on stage alone.
Xu Qiao put away the sanxian, and before he could return it to Ying Wenlin, he was grabbed by the wrist and asked in an eager voice: "Xu Qiao, do you want to join our national orchestra?"
Before Xu Qiao could refuse, Ying Wenlin immediately said, "This sanxian is for you."
In my hand is a sanxian, the body of which is made of old wood and covered with python skin with golden flowers.