Meng Xinrui had an illusion.
seem.
The person sitting in front of her playing the guzheng was not Wang Qian, but her mother.
That famous guzheng master in the country has also been her idol since childhood.
Wang Qian's temperament and the way she plays the guzheng are almost exactly the same as when her mother plays the guzheng.
He does not have the elegant temperament of a Western gentleman when playing the piano, but a kind of elegance unique to ancient Eastern culture, as well as a restrained temperament, and a solemn and mysterious atmosphere emanating from this guzheng music.
She had no idea what the song was.
Never heard of it.
I haven't heard Wang Qian talk about it either.
I don't know the title of the song, the score, anything.
but…
Just take a look at Wang Qian and listen to the sound of the guzheng.
Meng Xinrui could feel the battlefield of war and the general's majesty and unquestionable authority, which made her want to obey Wang Qian's orders.
this…
The shock in Meng Xinrui's heart suddenly turned into a blank. She was completely attracted by the song and shocked and conquered by Wang Qian's performance. Her mind was filled with images of war, cavalry, waving flags, and orders as powerful as mountains.
The thousands of teachers and students sitting across from the podium, as well as people outside the school, were in shock and silence.
No one speaks!
No one even moved, and no one was willing to look away. The only thing everyone did was to prick up their ears, not to miss the sound of the zither strings being plucked, and their eyes never left Wang Qian for a moment, not wanting to miss any of his movements or the changes in his temperament every second.
After a while, he was like a wise and brave general sitting in the center, commanding his troops.
In a moment, it was like riding a horse to the battlefield, witnessing with his own eyes his soldiers deploying their troops to kill the enemy, a commander who remained calm despite the collapse of Mount Tai!
After a while, he showed a smile, and then quickly disappeared. It turned out that he had returned to the camp victoriously...
The guzheng is played in layers.
Go into battle and kill the enemy step by step.
When the song ends.
Almost everyone has not recovered from that scene.
It seemed that the thousands of teachers and students attending the lecture were all soldiers returning victoriously from the battlefield, and the fighting ended under Wang Qian's military order.
Wang Qian's hands had left the guzheng, but his aura of majesty was still strong. Sitting there, he seemed like a general inspecting thousands of soldiers below the stage.
silence!
It lasted for nearly a minute.
Everyone gradually woke up.
But no one moved.
because…
The more sober I am.
The more shocked everyone felt.
The more clearly they understood what had just happened.
Just now, Wang Qian played a guzheng piece that made them unable to extricate themselves.
Many teachers and students in the piano department looked at each other, with some disbelief in their eyes, as if they were dreaming.
If they had not been sure that they were surrounded by teachers and students from the piano department, they would have almost thought that they were not taking a large class in the piano department, but a large guzheng class in the folk music department.
Everyone has several similar questions in their mind.
Was that really a guzheng performance just now
Was it really Professor Wang who was playing the guzheng just now
Was what they just heard a piece of guzheng music
Is this still their piano class
Is Professor Wang really a professor in their piano department
Some subtle discussions gradually emerged.
Ru Ke looked at Xiong Jia, Yan Ru, and Zhu Qiqi and asked, "Have you ever heard this piece of folk music that you are learning?"
Yan Ru shook her head affirmatively: "No!"
Several people's eyes still did not leave Wang Qian, who was sitting on the podium as majestic as a general.
Xiong Jia also shook her head: "I haven't heard it either. It should be a piece composed by Professor Wang himself. It sounds very nice. Although the technique seems simple, it is really nice to listen to. The expression is very clear and the structure is very complete, just like the piano piece "To Xue Rong". I can feel that this should be a piece about war. It has a very Chinese classical flavor."
“I love this piece.”
Xiong Jia's voice was slightly excited.
Ru Ke looked at Jiang Yu and Murong Yue, who were silent but staring at Wang Qian on the podium, and asked, "Jiang Jiang, Xiaoyue, have you ever heard Professor Wang play this piece?"
Jiang Yu shook his head and said nothing, his eyes still fixed on Wang Qian.
Murong Yue said softly, "We haven't heard it! We don't know when he composed it, maybe a long time ago. He just said that he studied folk music before he learned piano. Maybe he studied folk music for several years?"
How many years have you studied folk music
After hearing this, several people smiled bitterly.
Because just now Wang Qian said that he had studied piano for several years, which left thousands of piano department teachers and students as well as people who study piano outside the school speechless.
Now it is said that Wang Qian has studied folk music for several years, which seems to be a common practice...
only…
They stared at Wang Qian, their eyes still filled with a hint of shock.
Because they can hear that in this piece of music alone, Wang Qian's guzheng playing level is basically no weaker than those of several domestic master guzheng players.
Although, when watching Wang Qian playing, this piece of music is not difficult and the playing technique is relatively simple, but being able to use a simple piece of music to play such a fascinating rhythm and visual sense is a true master level.
Art is never just about showing off one's skills. Showing off one's skills is actually the most superficial thing.
so…
Isn't he not only a master pianist, but also a master guzheng player
Or is it that this is the only guzheng piece he can play to such a masterful standard
Several talented people from the Central Conservatory of Music were plunged into deep shock and self-doubt.
The small group of teachers and students from the Chinese Folk Music Department who were sitting in the middle quickly stood up and applauded wildly, looking at Wang Qian with admiration and shock in their eyes.
Then!
Thunderous applause rang out again from everywhere, louder than ever before, and the glass on the surrounding large windows was buzzing with the vibration of the applause.
Everyone stood up immediately, stretched out their hands and clapped vigorously.
At this moment, Wang Qian stood up from the stool in front of the guzheng, bowed gently to all the teachers and students who were applauding, and gradually came out of the state just now. The majesty and elegant temperament on his body gradually dissipated, and he became the easy-going, low-key and introverted Professor Wang.
Just standing on the podium, looking at everyone with a smile.
applause.
It just kept ringing.
It seemed that no one wanted to stop.
Thousands of eyes were staring at Wang Qian alone.
Even Meng Xinrui, who was standing behind Wang Qian, was clapping her hands vigorously. If there weren't so many people here and if the occasion wasn't wrong, she would have wanted to rush up and give Wang Qian a hug.
Only those in the industry who truly understand the situation can know what the song played by Wang Qian represents.
Only someone like her who has truly tried to compose guzheng music knows how difficult and excellent it is to create such a piece of music!
Just like many people know the piano piece To Xuerong.
Because this song is simple to learn and very nice to listen to, and because of the official intentional large-scale promotion, it has been broadcast in various training institutions across the country. Basically, most ordinary people in the country have heard this song.
However, many people have never heard of a song like the Magic City March.
so.
Simple, pleasant and representative music is the most rare and can best convey the connotation of simplicity represented by an instrument.
Although Meng Xinrui did not think that Wang Qian's guzheng piece had reached the realm of simplicity, she also thought that it was a guzheng masterpiece that would be easy to spread like the piano piece Zhi Xuerong.
Simple doesn’t mean it’s really simple, but it’s not bad either.
Being difficult doesn’t necessarily mean being good!
applause!
Still going on.
Li Jing clapped her hands vigorously and said to Yang Jiansen beside her with a smile: "Director Yang, you have to keep an eye on your Professor Wang."
Although Yang Jiansen's eyes showed shock, appreciation, and surprise, his expression was very solemn.
because!
Even Li Jing reminded him, so of course he knew the change in the situation.
It can be said intuitively that after this song.
Wang Qian was freed from the constraints of the piano.
She jumped from the field of piano to folk music, and with just one piece of music she reached the level of a master guzheng player.
So, will the teachers and students of the Chinese Music Department just sit there and watch
Yang Jiansen looked back at the teachers and students of the Chinese Music Department who were clapping the most enthusiastically and with fanatical faces, and he knew that they would definitely not end there.
The battle for Wang Qian has just begun.
He not only has to compete with the piano departments of Zhejiang Conservatory of Music and Central Conservatory of Music, but also with the Chinese departments of famous schools such as Zhejiang University, Double Star, and even Peking University Shuimu. He also has to compete with the folk music department of Mo Yin, and later he will definitely compete with the piano and folk music departments of Central Conservatory of Music, Zhejiang Conservatory of Music, and several other music and art colleges!
all of a sudden…
Yang Jiansen felt that his idea of keeping Wang Qian in Moyin was so unrealistic.
Perhaps, it is unrealistic for any university to monopolize Wang Qian alone.
Hao Jialing clapped her hands excitedly and said to Yang Jiansen and Li Jing, "Director Yang, Professor Li, I was so excited to hear this piece of music. I really didn't expect that Professor Wang has such a deep understanding of guzheng music. It's amazing!"
Hao Jialing looked at Qin Xuerong who was also clapping and asked curiously, "Sister Xuerong, have you ever heard Professor Wang play this piece?"
Yang Jiansen, Li Jing, and several professors and leaders of Mo Yin looked at Qin Xuerong curiously, expecting Qin Xuerong's answer and hearing more about Wang Qian's life from Qin Xuerong, Wang Qian's girlfriend.
Qin Xuerong's pretty face also flushed, her eyes never leaving Wang Qian, and she answered Hao Jialing's question frankly: "I haven't heard of him! I don't know how deep his talent is. At present, I haven't explored it completely. I think I may spend my whole life studying and exploring him."
Qin Xuerong's answer made Hao Jialing stunned. She felt like crying. Unexpectedly, a handful of dog food was forced upon her, and she had to force her mouth to eat it. She cried out in her heart.
Afterwards, Hao Jialing, Li Jing and several other women looked at Qin Xuerong with envy, and a sour feeling brewed in their hearts!
Being able to be with someone like Wang Qian is truly a blessing that I have cultivated for several lifetimes...
Perhaps, it really takes several lifetimes of luck to have a burst of good fortune in this life and become Wang Qian's girlfriend.
But…
What about the person who divorced Wang Qian
Li Qingyao stood up numbly at this moment and clapped numbly with everyone.
Two lines of tears had already flowed down her cheeks and merged with the mask.
Many people around her noticed her situation and were very surprised by her reaction.
Because, even people who don’t understand music can hear that this guzheng piece has a brisk rhythm, passionate and solemn emotions, and there is almost no sensationalism.
So why was this woman wearing a mask crying
Li Qingyao didn't know why she was crying.
In short, she just couldn't help but shed tears.
There is only pain in my heart.
However, she still clapped her hands vigorously, giving him her most sincere applause.
A tissue was handed to her.
Li Qingyao was stunned for a moment, then turned around and saw Yu Jingruo's otherworldly face.
"Don't cry, this is the path you chose."
Yu Jingruo said softly, then turned and continued to look at Wang Qian.
Li Qingyao silently took the paper from Yu Jingruo and gently wiped the tears from her cheeks. The mask was already wet. She gently took off the mask a little and wiped her cheeks, then put the mask back on.
It's the path you choose, so just keep going.
…
The applause lasted for nearly ten minutes before it stopped.
Wang Qian was a little tired from standing, so he waved his hand and said into the microphone: "Everyone is tired of standing, don't stand and applaud, sit down and continue. I am also tired of standing, I want to rest for a while."
Everyone laughed at Wang Qian's joke.
The heated and tense atmosphere just now also dissipated.
The applause slowly stopped.
Everyone sat down one by one.
The scene became quiet again.
but…
But there is no real silence.
Because, arms were raised high in the air again.
this time.
Not only people from the piano department, but also students from the folk music department and other magic music departments raised their hands. Many people from outside the school also raised their hands and wanted to ask their own questions.
This guzheng performance made everyone unable to contain their excitement, and they had to say something.
Only some school leaders in the first row did not raise their hands, while many other middle-aged and elderly professors raised their hands and wanted to interact and say a few words to Wang Qian.
The atmosphere was warmer than ever before.
Wang Qian did not immediately call on anyone to stand up and ask questions. Instead, he looked at Meng Xinrui and asked, "Student, what do you think of the guzheng piece I just played?"
Meng Xinrui said with a slightly trembling voice: "Professor Wang's piece is of course very good. It is the best guzheng piece I have heard in the past ten years. I would like to ask Professor Wang, what is the name of this piece? Did you compose it yourself?"
Meng Xinrui's question is also the question that most people at the scene want to ask.
So everyone looked at Wang Qian, waiting for his answer.
Wang Qian did not disappoint everyone. He looked at thousands of faces and eyes and said with certainty, "Yes, this is a Guzheng piece I wrote by chance before. I didn't think of a specific name at the time, so I just randomly put together some Guzheng ideas and ideas for other instruments and named it Thirteen Strings. The Guzheng piece I just played is the ninth one! So, I call this piece Guzheng Nine Songs in my heart."
quiet!
Every pair of eyes widened from anticipation to shock.
Even a fairy like Yu Jingruo, who was always calm and seemed not to care about any worldly affairs, looked at Wang Qian who said these words on the podium with slightly wide eyes.
Although, Yu Jingruo also graduated from the Performance Department of Beijing Film Academy like Wang Qian, he has a family background in art and is currently studying in the Chinese Department of Zhejiang University. Therefore, his knowledge and artistic accomplishment are extraordinary, far superior to Li Qingyao, and basically not inferior to professional art students.
Therefore, she also understood the meaning of what Wang Qian said.
This means that Wang Qian has extraordinary research results in the field of folk music.
only…
He had never made any public release of his work, and studied silently on his own until this piece, which he called the Ninth Guzheng Song, became a sensation, and everyone knew about it.
Just from this Guzheng Ninth Piece, which he named himself, we can get a glimpse of his research on folk music and the information about the thirteen sets of strings he mentioned.
Therefore, everyone couldn't hold back their curiosity and had to ask for clarification.
Similarly, Xiao Dongmei, who had always been introverted, elegant and quiet, was also staring at Wang Qian with wide eyes.
Wang Jingshan said directly to Su Jiangsheng: "Director Su, do you think what Professor Wang said is true?"
Wang Jingshan was obviously a little suspicious.
He is a young writer with some achievements, and he is well aware of how rare it is to achieve extraordinary results in one field. However, Wang Qian has become a master in the two major musical art fields of piano and folk music. And perhaps he is not only a master of guzheng in folk music, but he may also have extraordinary attainments in other musical instruments.
To him, this was simply a fantasy.
Not to mention, Wang Qian's achievements and level in the field of literature are far ahead of him!
The only thing Wang Jingshan can boast of is that his novels have sold much more than Wang Qian’s literary works…
This is because Wang Qian’s literary works have never been published.
Literature, calligraphy, piano, and pop songs are all top-notch in the country!
Plus the master-level folk music
Wang Jingshan only felt his scalp tingling, it was really so terrifying.
Su Jiangsheng did not express his opinion, but just said: "No matter what, the guzheng piece that Professor Wang just played is very unusual, which shows that he has a deep attainment in guzheng. As for other folk instruments, it depends on whether Professor Wang will share them with us in the future."
"Professor Wang is a truly talented person."
Su Jiangsheng finally praised Wang Qian.
Xiao Dongmei said softly: "As for Professor Wang's character, he would not bother to lie."
Xiao Dongmei did not say anything about the pride and confidence that she saw in Wang Qian.
People who have such pride and self-confidence will absolutely not bother to lie or deceive others.
Because she is such a person.
She is usually humble, low-key and reserved when facing other people, but in fact she is extremely proud and confident in her talents.
However, after meeting Wang Qian, her inherent pride and confidence have become less confident and proud, especially now that Wang Qian is here, she feels like she has met her teacher.
Proud? Confident
In front of Wang Qian, it's not worth mentioning.
After a few seconds of silence.
What followed was more enthusiastic raising of hands to ask questions.
Everyone raised their hands!
Including Xiao Dongmei, everyone raised their hands to ask Wang Qian two questions.
Yu Jingruo and Li Qingyao also raised their hands. They just wanted to say a few words to Wang Qian.
Jiang Yu, Murong Yue, Ru Ke and other members of the Baojia Street Band also raised their hands.
The teachers and students of the Chinese Traditional Music Department raised their arms and almost stood up from their seats.
The teachers and students of the piano department also stood in an orderly manner, raising their arms in large numbers.
Everyone was crazy about interacting with Wang Qian and wanted to know what Wang Qian's words meant.
Meng Xinrui was stunned and silent for a few seconds, but was quickly awakened by the countless hands raised at the scene. She asked hurriedly, "Professor Wang, the thirteen sets of strings you mentioned, are they thirteen pieces of music? And are they thirteen pieces of folk music? Are they all guzheng pieces? Or are there pieces for other instruments? Can you show them to us?"
This is also the question that most people at the scene wanted to know, and Meng Xinrui also asked the core question.
Wang Qian looked at Meng Xinrui, then at the thousands of curious kids in the seats, and said softly: "The Thirteen Sets of Strings is just a temporary name I came up with a few years ago. It doesn't mean anything. Some of them are just fragments of my ideas and cannot be called songs. Of course, there are indeed more than just Guzheng."
"My hobbies are quite broad. I have done some research on folk instruments such as the guzheng, pipa, yangqin, xun, flute, xiao, erhu, etc. When practicing, I occasionally write down some inspiration fragments based on these instruments, but most of them are just fragments and not systematic. I have not sorted them out yet."
"So, the ninth piece of the guzheng that I'm playing for you today is actually the most complete piece. As for the other contents, they are too scattered, so I won't show them one by one today. Time doesn't allow it either. I'll talk about them later when I have the chance."
Meng Xinrui and most people present felt sorry after hearing what Wang Qian said.
It’s a pity that I couldn’t continue to listen to other folk music played by Wang Qian.
However, no one forced Wang Qian.
Wang Qian looked at Meng Xinrui and said, "Student, you can take someone to take down this treasure of your folk music department. Be careful not to damage it. This guzheng is really very good, the best I have ever used."
Meng Xinrui calmed down, smiled at Wang Qian, and said, "Professor Wang has done so much research on the guzheng. If you like this guzheng, I can give it to you!"
The conversation between the two was not a whisper, it was done in front of thousands of people at the scene.
Everyone was surprised when they heard what Meng Xinrui said.
In particular, most of the students of Mo Yin know the origin of this guzheng. Even Jiang Yu and Ru Ke, top students of the Central Conservatory of Music, almost all know that this guzheng is a musical instrument that Meng Xinrui's mother, Professor Chen Xi, has used for many years. It has been used in many large-scale top performances internationally. To put it in a broader sense, it has almost become a cultural symbol of Chinese elements abroad.
And in terms of value alone.
This guzheng is worth at least one million.
And as time goes by, it will become more and more valuable, and may even become an antique collection in the future.
Meng Xinrui, gave this guzheng to Wang Qian in front of so many people
The most important thing is that Meng Xinrui herself practices Guzheng and is also known as the future successor of her mother, Professor Chen Xi. How could she give away this Guzheng, which has important symbolic significance
Many teachers, students and school leaders of Moyin were puzzled by Meng Xinrui's choice.
Wang Qian looked at Meng Xinrui deeply. He didn't know Meng Xinrui's identity yet.
But when he heard Meng Xinrui speak so confidently, he knew that her identity must be extraordinary, otherwise how could she be qualified to give away the treasure of the Magic Music Department with just a few words
There were so many Moyin leaders at the scene, but no one stood up to object...
Does that mean these leaders are not qualified to oppose Meng Xinrui, or they have agreed with Meng Xinrui's choice
Without thinking too much, Wang Qian shook his head and refused: "Forget it, I don't want it. I see that you like the guzheng so much, this must be your favorite thing. A gentleman does not take away what others like. I won't take it."
Meng Xinrui was slightly disappointed.
In fact, she had an urge to become a disciple, and this guzheng was considered a gift.
If Wang Qian accepted it, she would wait until the class was over and then go to Wang Qian to become his disciple. Wang Qian would probably not refuse.
Unfortunately, it was rejected.
She was slightly disappointed, but in her heart she recognized Wang Qian's character even more. Then she smiled and said, "Well, thank you Professor Wang for your teaching today. Can you please give us a copy of the score for the guzheng piece just now? Also, can you give it a more formal name?"
The ninth piece of Guzheng!
It sounds too academic.
No name is as easy to understand as Zhi Xuerong.
Wang Qian looked at the teachers and students of the Chinese Music Department who were eagerly looking at him, and nodded in agreement: "Okay, I'll write the score for you when I have time. If you don't have time, just wait for me to upload it on Qianqian Jingting."
There was a pause.
Wang Qian continued, "As for the name of this piece of music, let's call it General's Order."
The three words "General's Order" were spoken with such force that they reached the ears of everyone in the audience, as if there was a fleeting sound of swords and horses colliding and fighting.
Meng Xinrui exclaimed: "What a good name, this name fits the occasion so well."
When thousands of people at the scene heard the name, they all praised it and applauded. It was obvious that everyone liked and recognized this name very much.
The general's order sounds very powerful, and it also exudes the solemn and murderous aura of the battlefield.
Meng Xinrui waved to the Department of Traditional Chinese Music, and several students quickly came up and took the guzheng away.
When Meng Xinrui left, she bowed slightly to Wang Qian and said to him sincerely, "Thank you Professor Wang for giving me a lesson. My name is Meng Xinrui. Once a teacher, always a teacher. Professor Wang will be my teacher from now on. If I have any questions about folk music in the future, I will ask Professor Wang for advice."
After saying that, Meng Xinrui turned around and looked at the thousands of people at the scene without waiting for Wang Qian to answer. She walked back to her seat and sat down with a firm and calm gaze.
After seeing this scene, many dissatisfied teachers and students from the piano department calmed down and were no longer so averse to Meng Xinrui and the teachers and students from the Chinese music department.
applause!
It rang again.
Everyone knows.
This scene may become a legend in the field of folk music in the future.
But…
After hearing this, Wang Qian looked at Meng Xinrui's back in silence.
I now have one more student
Will you come and call me again in the future
Have you asked me, the client
Do I agree
Wang Qian decided to come less often or not at all to Moyin in the future so that he wouldn’t meet Meng Xinrui.
I watched as the treasure of the Folk Music Department was sent away.
Wang Qian was just about to say something else and end the class.
Suddenly, thousands of people at the scene raised their hands again.
Among them was Meng Xinrui, who had just sat down and was not yet sitting firmly.
Everyone's enthusiasm for interacting with Wang Qian remains high.
Wang Qian ignored the folk music students on Meng Xinrui's side, glanced around, and saw Yu Jingruo raising his hand at the back. His eyes lit up slightly and he gave him an imperceptible smile. Then he smiled at Jiang Yu and Murong Yue and the others. Then he saw Xu Xiaoxiao who was excitedly raising her hand in the crowd, and nodded slightly.
I also saw Chen Xiaowen and Sun Jing, who also gave them a smile.
Of course, Qin Xuerong in the first row also raised her hand enthusiastically, looking at Wang Qian with a smile on his face, and the words “Call me, call me” were written on his forehead...
However, Wang Qian would not ask questions to anyone among those he knew. He gave Qin Xuerong a big smile, which made Qin Xuerong smile even more happily.
He glanced around.
Wang Qian saw Juliet and Yu Zhongya in the front row raising their hands again, but he still ignored them and noticed a woman with a quiet and elegant temperament. Her temperament was a bit similar to Yu Jingruo, but she had a strong scent of books and a kind of restrained tranquility. She did not have the fairy-like appearance of Yu Jingruo.
After a moment of hesitation, Wang Qian pointed at the quiet woman who raised her hand and said, "Student, this is you."
Only then did he realize that the middle-aged man sitting next to the quiet woman was someone he knew.
Moreover, it was Su Jiangsheng from the Chinese Department of Shuangxing University, who he had just met not long ago and came to Moyin in person to invite him to give a lecture.
So…
Could this woman be a student of the Chinese Department at Shuangxing University
Wang Qian felt a little regretful for calling her.