Yang Jiansen, Li Jing, and Hao Jialing all turned around and looked at the person who asked the question.
Yang Jiansen whispered, "The people in the folk music department are so ignorant!"
Hao Jialing looked at the black straight girl who asked the question and whispered to Yang Jiansen, "Dean, this is senior sister Meng Xinrui from the Department of Traditional Chinese Music. She will graduate soon and has been admitted to the Department of Traditional Chinese Music of the Central Conservatory of Music to study for a doctorate. Senior sister Meng and I have performed together twice. She is very good at playing the guzheng and erhu."
Li Jing said with a little surprise: "She is Meng Xinrui?"
Hao Jialing nodded: "Yes, it's Senior Meng Xinrui."
Li Jing smiled and said, "No wonder you dare to stand up and ask questions now."
Yang Jiansen stopped talking too.
Meng Xinrui is a talented student in the Department of Traditional Chinese Music. Her grandfather is the former principal of Moyin School and her mother is a master of traditional Chinese music. She has both the ability and the background. To be superficial, she also has good looks.
Unfortunately, I was admitted to the Central Conservatory of Music to pursue a doctorate and left Magic Conservatory of Music.
Yang Jiansen wanted to say something, but in the end he held back and didn't say it.
After an eerie silence, when Meng Xinrui stood up to ask a question, heated discussions quickly broke out.
"Why are the folk music department asking questions? This is a piano department class. Professor Wang is a professor in the piano department, not the folk music department."
"That's Senior Meng from the Chinese Music Department. She has such a great temperament."
"It turned out to be Senior Meng with long black hair. I dare not say anything."
"By the way, what Senior Sister Meng said does make sense. Professor Wang did use a lot of folk music accompaniment in his arrangement of the song 'Earth'. I heard that the performers were all students from the Zhejiang Conservatory of Music's Department of Folk Music. This shows that Professor Wang does have some research on folk music, which may be beyond our imagination."
"Professor Wang didn't really write a folk music piece, did he?"
"It depends on how Professor Wang answers. With Professor Wang's talent, it's not a big deal for him to write some folk music. It just depends on how well he writes."
"I find it difficult to have Professor Wang in class. He always asks off-topic questions that are difficult to answer."
…
Jiang Yu said softly, "This is Meng Xinrui. She has been admitted to the Chinese Music Department of the Central Conservatory of Music to study for a doctorate. I heard about her from my mother. Her mother is Senior Chen Xi."
Ru Ke's eyes widened immediately and she asked in surprise, "She is Senior Chen Xi's daughter?"
Jiang Yu nodded affirmatively: "Yes, she is Senior Chen Xi's daughter, three years younger than me. I met her when I was a child."
Ru Ke smiled and said, "This world is really small. I heard Senior Chen Xi perform in Beijing a few years ago. I heard that her daughter is very good and even more talented than Senior Chen Xi. It's a pity that I have never seen her."
Murong Yue, Yang Zixuan and others also praised it.
"Is she Professor Chen Xi's daughter?"
"Professor Chen Xi rarely appears in public anymore. I heard he has retired and doesn't perform anymore. What a pity."
Several people discussed it for a while.
Meng Xinrui's mother, Chen Xi, is one of the most famous guzheng masters in China and a member of the National Folk Music Orchestra. She used to perform with the National Folk Music Orchestra throughout the country and even around the world, making great contributions to the promotion of national music culture.
Music geniuses like Jiang Yu, Ru Ke, Murong Yue, etc. are all familiar with the name Chen Xi.
Therefore, everyone's eyes looking at Meng Xinrui were no longer hostile, but rather friendly and curious.
Because Meng Xinrui's mother is Professor Chen Xi, and Meng Xinrui has been admitted to the Central Conservatory of Music to pursue a doctorate. In the future, she will be their junior and alumnus.
All I can say is…
It’s a small world.
Or rather.
No matter in what field, once you reach a certain level, the circle becomes very small.
Ru Ke looked at Jiang Yu again and asked, "Jiang Jiang, does Professor Wang have any research on folk music?"
Jiang Yu stared at Wang Qian on the podium and replied, "Of course he has studied it, and I think he has a deep understanding of folk music. When he arranges music, he knows every instrument very well, and he will personally demonstrate to the musicians how to play. His performance is very high. Before, I heard him say that piano is just a hobby. He said he has many hobbies, and piano is not the only one, nor is it his best. I didn't believe it at the time and thought he was bragging."
Jiang Yu paused and said seriously, "After working with him for a few months, I believe what he said! Piano is indeed just one of his many hobbies, and not his strongest one. At least, I think his attainments in literature and calligraphy surpass piano. His understanding of other musical instruments may not be inferior to that of piano."
"This guy is a monster."
Jiang Yu gave Wang Qian a serious evaluation.
Murong Yue also nodded seriously and said, "Yes, Jiang Jiang is right. The more I interact with Wang Qian and the more I understand him, the more I feel that this guy is terrifyingly strong. He is so strong that he has refreshed my worldview and redefined the meaning of the term genius. We are really ordinary in front of him."
Jiang Yu also nodded in agreement with Murong Yue's words.
After being with Wang Qian for a few months, the biggest change in Jiang Yu and Murong Yue is that they have become much more reserved and low-key.
I no longer have the pride of graduating from a prestigious university and the confidence in my own talents.
Their previous pride and self-confidence were shattered in front of Wang Qian.
After hearing this, Ru Ke, Yang Zixuan and others remained silent.
They were speechless.
Because, they were also called geniuses by others and were the children of other people's families in everyone's eyes.
However, they compared themselves with Wang Qian.
Just as Murong Yue said: It's really ordinary.
They don’t know how great Wang Qian is in other fields.
However, in the field of literature and calligraphy alone, Wang Qian is already one of the leading figures of the new generation of literature and calligraphy recognized by most people in the domestic literary circles. He is the only calligraphy master of the younger generation and also a master of calligraphy who founded a new school.
Several of his ancient poems are comparable to the masterpieces in textbooks, and he is regarded by many as the number one ancient poet in modern times.
Talent is unmatched!
The light covers everything.
Even the halos of other geniuses were overshadowed by Wang Qian's brilliance.
so…
It is not surprising that Wang Qian understands some folk music. It just depends on how much he understands and to what extent.
Several people from the Baojia Street Band looked at Wang Qian expectantly.
They have no prejudice against folk music and are just looking forward to whether Wang Qian can bring surprises.
…
The discussion in the audience lasted for more than ten seconds.
Meng Xinrui, who had long black hair, also heard the discussions around her.
However, she ignored everyone else and just stared at the figure on the podium, waiting for Wang Qian's answer.
After the discussion quieted down a bit.
Wang Qiancai looked at Meng Xinrui and asked, "Classmate, what instrument do you learn?"
Meng Xinrui was stunned for a moment before she answered seriously, "I learned the guzheng and erhu, and I can also play the pipa."
Wang Qian also thought about it for a while, and then said: "In fact, when I first started learning musical instruments, I learned our own national musical instruments. Then I started to get in touch with Western instruments such as piano and violin. So, I must have studied folk music."
There was a heated discussion at the scene again.
Although everyone has some guesses, after all, Wang Qian used more than a dozen musical instruments in his songs, so he must have some research on folk music.
However, everyone was still surprised when they got Wang Qian's affirmative answer.
Meng Xinrui's eyes were slightly excited, and she immediately asked: "So, Professor Wang, have you also composed some folk music? Can you share it with us now?"
Wang Qian said softly, "Well, time is running out now. Besides, some of my ideas about folk music have not yet been finalized. If I rashly play it for everyone, it might make people laugh. So let's forget about it today."
Meng Xinrui: "No, Professor Wang's music will definitely surprise us. I implore Professor Wang to bring some different sounds to our folk music today."
There was some sincerity and desire in Meng Xinrui's eyes.
In recent years, the development of folk music has stagnated somewhat.
The mainstream repertoires played by everyone are still the songs composed by the older generation of masters decades ago, as well as some classical masterpieces handed down from history.
In the past ten or twenty years, there have been almost no folk music pieces that can be called masterpieces!
certainly…
It's not just folk music, the situation is similar in other classical music fields such as piano, violin, etc.
Times have changed.
Everyone’s pursuits are different.
There are fewer and fewer people who can calm down and concentrate on research and artistic creation.
Driven by interests, people's hearts become extremely impetuous.
Art, on the other hand, requires sedimentation and accumulation the most. Excellent works of art cannot be created in an impetuous atmosphere.
Therefore, the development of many cultural and artistic fields has almost entered a stagnant stage, which is an understandable and inevitable result.
In recent years, the country has also paid attention to this situation.
We cannot just develop the economy and forget our culture and art; we must develop the spiritual and cultural fields together with the economic fields.
Therefore, in the past two years, the country's support and attention to the field of art has been upgraded to a higher level, which can be seen from some programs on CCTV.
Every year’s Spring Festival Gala and large-scale evening parties feature a large number of traditional cultural and artistic performances, and CCTV has also produced many variety shows that promote traditional culture and art, which have received rave reviews.
These can all represent the attitude of the upper class.
Meng Xinrui has also been studying the creative direction of folk music in recent years, but she is too young after all, lacks experience and accumulation, so some of the pieces she created are very ordinary and not outstanding.
She came to Wang Qian's class this time with the purpose of learning.
She asked Wang Qian the question on a whim.
The students from the Department of Traditional Chinese Music who came to attend the class were told in advance not to ask questions or make trouble, and just to listen quietly...
Only teachers and students from the piano department were allowed to stand up and ask questions and interact.
Because this is the home ground of the Piano Department, and Wang Qian is here to give lectures to the students of the Piano Department.
Teachers and students from other departments are already granted permission to attend classes, which in itself is taking advantage of the Piano Department.
Meng Xinrui broke this unspoken rule.
She witnessed Wang Qian performing an excellent new piano piece live, and she had more expectations for Wang Qian, hoping that Wang Qian might also create something in the field of folk music.
She expects Wang Qian to bring some vitality to the field of folk music.
Just like the changes Wang Qian has recently brought to the field of piano.
The students from the Chinese Music Department around Meng Xinrui also looked at Wang Qian expectantly.
All the other teachers and students, as well as people from outside the school, discussed for a while and then looked at Wang Qian quietly.
Yang Jiansen took the microphone from Hao Jialing and said with a smile, "Professor Wang, you can take as long as you want in today's class, even until the evening. None of us here have any objection."
What Yang Jiansen meant was that Wang Qian should not worry about time and if he had any works, he should just satisfy Meng Xinrui's small request.
Wang Qian looked a little embarrassed.
but.
There was applause among the students.
Then…
The applause from the audience once again surged towards Wang Qian like a tide.
Every face was filled with excitement and anticipation, and every pair of eyes was sparkling.
Everyone agreed with Yang Jiansen's words and hoped that Wang Qian could continue teaching this class.
Wang Qian's heart softened and he shook his head helplessly, then waved to Meng Xinrui who was still standing there.
Meng Xinrui's face lit up with joy, and she quickly walked out of her seat, moving towards the podium with quick but elegant and steady steps.
The applause gradually died down.
Thousands of eyes looked at Wang Qian and Meng Xinrui with curiosity and anticipation, not knowing what would happen next.
Meng Xinrui came to the podium. She was not as tall as Qin Xuerong, but should be at least 1.6 meters tall. She wore a simple school uniform with her hair draped over her shoulders. Her face had the temperament of a queen in comics, which was very attractive.
However, as soon as Meng Xinrui came in front of Wang Qian, she bent down and bowed slightly to Wang Qian, then stood up and said respectfully: "Hello, Professor Wang!"
Wang Qian waved his hand: "There's no need for so much etiquette. I'm not much older than you. I just wanted to ask, did you bring your guzheng?"
Meng Xinrui smiled happily and immediately replied, "I can ask someone to get it for you in two minutes."
Before Meng Xinrui and Wang Qian could say anything, a professor from the Department of Traditional Chinese Music ran out with two boys.
Many eyes watched the three people from the Folk Music Department leave.
Meng Xinrui said softly to Wang Qian, "Professor Wang, please wait a moment."
Wang Qian nodded, and then said to everyone: "I feel embarrassed to refuse you all when you make such a fuss. It's not good for you to do this."
Upon hearing Wang Qian's words, thousands of people at the scene laughed softly and kindly.
Meng Xinrui's lips curled up slightly, and she whispered, "Everyone believes in Professor Wang's talent and wants to listen to more of his music."
Then, in a different tone, Meng Xinrui asked curiously in front of everyone, "Professor Wang, do you want to play a guzheng piece?"
Wang Qian put his hands behind his back and said calmly, "Try it. Play a guzheng piece that I tried before for everyone to listen to. If you don't play it well, I will no longer play the guzheng in public. Just practice it in private."
Meng Xinrui immediately said, "No matter whether Professor Wang plays well or not, we will like it."
Snap, snap, snap…
Applause broke out again.
Everyone gave face to Meng Xinrui and even more to Wang Qian. Even if Wang Qian really didn't play well, no one would ruin his performance.
After all, no one has forgotten that this is the piano department's large classroom.
Wang Qian is a professor in the piano department.
He has proven himself once again in the field of piano, released his fifth piece and achieved success.
There was no need for him to get involved in the field of folk music. He was pushed by Meng Xinrui and everyone to play a guzheng piece.
If Wang Qian didn’t play well in the end, everyone would laugh at him.
That's so inhumane.
Wang Qian let Meng Xinrui stand next to the podium, then turned around and continued to talk about some difficult points of the song Flight of the Bumblebee that had just been played.
but…
The attention of thousands of people in the audience was not focused on Wang Qian's lecture.
Everyone is looking forward to Wang Qian's next Guzheng performance.
Some impatient students would look back from time to time to see if the students from the Department of Traditional Chinese Music had delivered the guzheng.
Jiang Yu, Murong Yue, Ru Ke, Yang Zixuan and Yan Ru are the ones looking forward to it the most!
Juliet was surprised and said to Zhongya, "Professor Wang is going to play the guzheng? Is that really possible? The arrangement and accompaniment of pop songs are different from individual guzheng pieces."
She had also listened to Wang Qian's song "Earth" and was deeply impressed by the arrangement and accompaniment of many folk music, which embodied the unique cultural temperament of China.
However, she feels that composing music for just one instrument is different!
The difficulty level is not on the same level either.
When creating a piece of music independently, it is necessary to express the characteristics of the instrument and the cultural symbolic meaning behind the instrument as a national instrument.
In other words, it must have a certain level of artistry and cultural temperament.
It is not on the same level as the soundtrack and arrangement of simple pop music.
This is also one of the most important reasons why, in the past two or three decades, there are still quite a few popular classic songs in the Chinese music scene, but there are almost no classical instrumental songs.
Yu Zhongya remained noncommittal and said softly, "Let's see. This person's talent may be beyond your imagination. He may bring us surprises."
Juliet immediately remained silent and began to listen attentively to Wang Qian's explanation of the song Flight of the Bumblebee. She wrote down all the key points and went back to practice them well. This was her biggest gain today.
In a moment!
Not even ten minutes yet.
Several breathless students came in from the entrance behind the podium, lifting a heavy and majestic guzheng together.
A middle-aged professor directed several students to help put the guzheng away. He said to Wang Qian with a hint of respect, "Professor Wang, this is the best guzheng in our department. Would you like to try it first?"
Meng Xinrui said to Wang Qian, "Professor Wang, this guzheng is the treasure of the Magic Music Department. It was made by a master of musical instruments over 20 years ago. He spent several years making it. The master passed away 10 years ago. This guzheng was his last masterpiece. My mother used this guzheng when she performed at the Golden Hall in Vienna for the first time."
After listening to Meng Xinrui's words.
Wang Qian looked at Meng Xinrui with a little surprise.
Unexpectedly, her mother had performed folk music in the Golden Hall in Vienna
They are definitely members of a national folk music orchestra. Almost every one of them is a national treasure-level folk music master, and most of them are the last generation of folk music masters.
Because, in the past ten to twenty years, there have been only a handful of new generation folk music masters.
There is a serious gap among the master-level folk musicians.
Therefore, this also demonstrates that the status of folk music masters of Meng Xinrui's mother's generation is higher.
Wang Qian put away his thoughts and said to Meng Xinrui and the professor of Chinese Music Department: "Actually, you don't have to give me such a good guzheng. I will just play it casually. If I don't play it well, I will be very ashamed."
Professor Minle smiled and said, "For Professor Wang, of course we need the best."
Wang Qian didn't say anything else. He walked over to the guzheng, reached out his hand to test the sound and feel, and found that it was indeed very smooth and had been tuned to its best condition. It seemed that the daily maintenance was done very well.
It is worthy of being the treasure of the Magic Music and Folk Music Department.
"good!"
Wang Qian said the word "good" seriously to praise the guzheng.
Meng Xinrui and the professor of the Chinese Music Department both showed a satisfied smile - as long as Wang Qian could be satisfied!
The professor of the Chinese Music Department extended his hand to Wang Qian, inviting him in. He then turned around and led several breathless and sweaty students off the stage and back to their seats.
Meng Xinrui did not leave, but just stood beside Wang Qian and watched.
Facing thousands of pairs of eyes, she was not at all nervous. There was only Wang Qian and the guzheng in her eyes.
No one spoke.
There was almost no one taking the lead.
The applause suddenly broke out.
Li Jing applauded and said to Yang Jiansen, "Director Yang, what do you think of Professor Wang's guzheng?"
Yang Jiansen shook his head: "I don't know, I haven't heard it! But, the level should be pretty good. No matter how Professor Wang plays, you are not allowed to stand up and ask questions later."
Li Jing smiled: "Director Yang, are you afraid that I will ruin your performance?"
Yang Jiansen didn't say anything, but just looked at Li Jing seriously.
Li Jing didn't look afraid of Yang Jiansen at all. She turned around and continued to look at Wang Qian.
I saw that Wang Qian had already sat down in front of the guzheng. He became a little softer and more reserved, and then his face gradually showed some resoluteness, courage, and at the same time, a calm and steady aura.
applause…
Gradually stop.
Everyone looked at Wang Qian expectantly.
Wang Qian did not move.
He just sat in front of the guzheng, staring at it, without moving a single muscle, for a full five minutes!
Thousands of people in the audience remained silent, and tried their best to look at Wang Qian and the guzheng without blinking, for fear of missing the next exciting moment.
Meng Xinrui, who was closest to Wang Qian, also stood very quietly beside him, holding her breath. She tied up her long, straight black hair with a hairband on her wrist to reduce her presence.
She knew that Wang Qian deliberately called her up to watch from a close distance, and there must be some meaning to that.
So, she focused all her attention on Wang Qian.
The audience of thousands of people remained silent for five minutes.
Just looking at Wang Qian who was sitting there doing nothing.
Some impatient people can't wait any longer, but they dare not speak or make any noise for fear of disturbing something.
At this time…
Wang Qian slowly raised his hands, and there was a solemn and murderous aura condensed in his whole body, but at the same time, there was a temperament as steady as a mountain.
It was as if he was a great general sitting in the center of the battlefield.
The atmosphere in the whole venue seemed to become tense.
Meng Xinrui, who was standing next to Wang Qian, even had an urge to kneel down, as if she was a soldier standing in front of the general and needed to kneel down and obey orders.
Jingle Bells…
Wang Qian's hand suddenly moved.
A burst of rapid music unique to the guzheng sounded.
Everyone's heart couldn't help but be gripped by this voice, becoming extremely nervous and uneasy.
It seems that a war is imminent and I am involved in it, not knowing whether I will live or die!
Extremely solemn and murderous.
Wang Qian was still extremely focused and devoted himself to it wholeheartedly.
The left hand plays quickly, and the right hand shows an extremely skillful finger shaking technique...
The melody is tense and mysterious.
It seemed as if there were heavy and rapid drum sounds in it.
An image of an impending war emerged clearly in everyone's mind!
Meng Xinrui widened her eyes, staring at every movement and every detail of Wang Qian's playing of the guzheng, listening to every sound that was played.
This is…