"I have confirmed the time for Wu Hongrong and Qian Jinyun. There is no problem with either of them. The demo of the new song will be recorded next Saturday and should be completed next Wednesday." Chen Minhao came out of the study and said to Kang Hui.
"That's good. Do you need me to make any preparations?" Kang Hui nodded. In fact, she was also full of expectations for Chen Minhao's new song.
Chen Minhao said: "Two things. You need to prepare several confidentiality agreements. Several of Qian Jinyun's classmates and teachers will also participate in the arrangement of the new song. In addition, you can help me find a music theory teacher, someone more senior."
Kang Hui asked in confusion: "Haven't you written all the songs? Why did you suddenly think of finding an arranger?"
Chen Minhao said: "I now realize the truth: a person who can write lyrics and compose music but doesn't know how to arrange music is just like a bun with thick skin and little filling, there is no future."
Central Conservatory of Music, a music classroom on the fourth floor.
After hearing Chen Minhao's agreement, the students gathered together suddenly became happy, and the music classroom immediately turned into a sea of laughter and laughter.
In the middle of the classroom stood a beautiful woman. She was wearing a pink-purple short shawl coat, paired with a bright yellow velvet knee-length skirt and a pair of black high boots. It was difficult to tell from her appearance. her age.
She clapped her hands and signaled the students to calm down, and said: "First of all, we would like to thank Qian Jinyun for fighting for this opportunity for everyone, but there are a total of twelve of our classmates, so many people went there in a mess, and it was a bit rude. , so it’s impossible for everyone to participate in the arrangement of Chen Minhao’s new song. So, in addition to Qian Jinyun, I will bring two more classmates.”
The enthusiasm in the entire classroom cooled down quickly as if a basin of cold water had been poured on it. Everyone held their breath and looked at the teacher carefully, hoping that the teacher would call their name.
This teacher is Qian Jinyun’s current professor, Qu Rong, Department of Folk Music, Central Conservatory of Music.
Qu Rong looked around the classroom and said: "Wang Jia and Li Hui have been having a hard time practicing the piano recently. When I went back to the teaching building to pick up things at 10:30 last night, I saw the two of them still practicing in the practice room. Then they Let the two of you go.”
Qian Jin was calm and calm. He looked around at the faces of the classmates who had not been named. Everywhere he looked, they were as gray as ashes.
Wang Jia and Li Hui were so excited that they wanted to cry. They agreed to buy clothes and cut their bangs after class today, preparing to look their best to meet Chen Minhao.
At 4 o'clock on Monday afternoon, Qian Jinyun parked her car in the parking lot of the Central Conservatory of Music, waiting for Wang Jia and Li Hui. As for the teacher Qu Rong, she had her own car.
Qian Jinyun put on his headphones, shook his head and hummed: "I will send you away, thousands of miles away."
Two strange women patted the car window. Qian Jinyun was feeling a little baffled. When he concentrated, he saw that it was Wang Jia and Li Hui.
It would be a pity not to use this kind of makeup technology to shoot Douyin face-changing videos.
"I didn't expect you to look good with makeup on." Qian Jinyun praised sincerely: "But why don't you usually wear makeup?"
Wang Jia rolled his eyes and said, "I usually have no motivation. Sometimes before going to bed at night, I think about getting up to put on makeup and go to class tomorrow morning, but when the alarm clock rings the next day, I think it's okay and I just sleep for half an hour and get up to take a nap. It’s nice to go out at the end of the day, and then when class is about to begin, the students will be completely naked.”
Qian Jinyun asked: "Then why are you wearing makeup today?"
Wang Jia and Li Hui looked at each other, smiled, and said, "I am very motivated today."
When Chen Minhao took the guitar to his studio, he found that Wu Hongrong, Qian Jinyun, and his teachers and classmates had already arrived.
After Qian Jinyun briefly introduced a few people to each other, he couldn't wait to ask: "Teacher Chen, what is the title of your new song?"
Chen Minhao held the guitar and tuned it while saying: ""Blue and White Porcelain"."
""Blue and White Porcelain"?" After Qian Jinyun heard the title of the song, his imagination immediately opened up and he fell into a reverie: the uppercase China in English means Huaxia, and the lowercase china means porcelain, which is why China is called China. Such a coincidence, is it because China is called China because of its famous porcelain? Or is it because of the prosperity of China that porcelain is called porcelain by its place of origin? Who comes first and who comes last? The Chinese style song I prepared today is called "Blue and White Porcelain".
However, the question of which came first, the chicken or the egg, is irrelevant. What is important is that purely from the title of the song, it gives people the expectation of a strong Chinese style.
Qian Jinyun stared at Chen Minhao with admiration, his eyes were literally shining.
After Chen Minhao noticed the fiery eyes, he adjusted his sitting position slightly, trying to avoid looking into Qian Jinyun's eyes: You really can't afford to offend people with too much imagination.
Chen Minhao placed his right hand on the strings, and his slightly hoarse yet clear voice sounded:
[The plain embryo outlines the blue and white brush strokes, which turn from thick to light,
The peony depicted on the bottle is just like your first makeup,
The scent of sandalwood comes through the window and I understand my thoughts,
The pen on the rice paper is half-way placed.
The glaze color renders the charm of the lady's picture and is kept privately.
And your beautiful smile is like a bud waiting to bloom.]
Chen Minhao's simple and soothing guitar sound and hoarse voice resounded throughout the room and into the hearts of everyone present.
"Open your mouth and kneel down, this sounds so good." Wu Hongrong touched his chin and thought excitedly: "Chen Minhao's Chinese-style songs are very good when he opens his mouth. The first few lines of each song can It captures people's attention."
As a professor of Yangyin Folk Music, Qu Rong can be said to be an expert in the field of Chinese folk music. She can naturally hear more things: Chen Minhao's singing voice is simple yet tender, with a hint of the tone of Kunqu Opera in his hometown, coupled with the beautiful artistic conception. Lyrics, no wonder Dean Shi Jiazhi repeatedly wanted to invite Chen Minhao to give lectures at Yangyin.
But it’s no wonder that Chen Minhao refused without hesitation every time. Although Chen Minhao may be a little proud of his talents, Chen Minhao does have the capital to be proud.
[The sky is blue waiting for misty rain, and I am waiting for you.
Smoke curls up from the kitchen, thousands of miles across the river.
The writing on the bottom of the bottle imitates the elegance of the previous dynasty,
Just think of me as foreshadowing my meeting with you.]
Everyone felt a gentle and delicate emotion of lovesickness, but if they wanted to express it, it was like a clamp in their mouths, and the charm was unique. It rains in June in everyone's heart, neither urgent nor sudden, and in the drizzle of the south of the Yangtze River, ink is splashed into the painting, and water is added to form a poem: Miaowu Baizhi is worried about Yanzhu. The Qiong River is a thin stream of rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
[The banana trees outside the fence are exposed to the showers and the door knockers are turned green,
And I pissed you off when I passed by that Jiangnan town,
In splash-ink landscape painting,
You are hidden from the depths of ink.]
A picture of mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River appeared in front of everyone's eyes in an instant, and there was only one word "beautiful" in their minds.
Qu Rong is a girl from a water town who has been married to Beijing for more than 20 years. When she heard the words "And I pissed you off when I passed by that small town in the south of the Yangtze River," she suddenly missed the bananas in the south of the Yangtze River, the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the door knockers in the south of the Yangtze River, and the rain in the south of the Yangtze River. Patina.
[The sky is blue waiting for misty rain, and I am waiting for you.
The moonlight was salvaged and the ending was fainted.
Just like the blue and white porcelain handed down from ancient times, it takes care of its own beauty,
Your eyes are smiling.]
Qu Rong suddenly remembered a poem he once liked when he was young: "I walked through the south of the Yangtze River, and the faces waiting for the seasons were like the blooming and falling of lotus flowers."
As Chen Minhao finished singing the last line, his guitar sound immediately stopped, but everyone was still immersed in the Jiangnan ink painting that Chen Minhao used his voice to outline.
(End of chapter)