Regardless of the size of the institution, the conservatory is just that.

Every season of the year is filled with a variety of conferences, performance seasons, and thematic concerts.

Especially like Huaguo Academy, as the first college of Huaguo, all departments have endless activities and activities throughout the year, not including small activities such as music weeks organized by students.

However, unlike orchestra, keyboard, singing, conducting, composition, musicology, and other musical disciplines with Western cultural colors, the reason why folk music is called Chinese music in China is precisely because it is a local cultural phenomenon inherited from China for 5,000 years.

Although the development and inheritance of folk music at this stage is on a downward trend in China, there are still a group of people who are working the issue of revitalizing Chinese music.

As the first institution of Chinese music in Asia, the Huaguo Conservatory of Music is resisting this banner.

A conference room in the corner of the backstage.

"Director Ye, I think the clip of horse racing can add a little bit of Western music elements. ”

It was a young bamboo flute teacher from the Department of Folk Music who spoke, his expression was a little apprehensive, the woman opposite him who became Director Ye actually didn't look old-fashioned, on the contrary, he looked extraordinarily young, the reason why he was nervous was not just because the other party was his top boss, but more importantly, because he knew the other identity of the other party.

"Hai Ling, I think Chengsheng's idea is good, we can try it this time. Adding to the speech was the oldest man here, who was holding an erhu in his hand.

It's just that Ye Hailing still didn't make a sound.

Moment.

Her gaze fell on the figure in the corner of the conference room, and she opened her mouth slightly: "Brother Shen." ”

"What do you think?"

Her voice is not as distinct as her lute, and it sounds exceptionally warm and comforting.

was named, and Shen Qingci naturally couldn't pretend to be deaf and dumb anymore.

After a pause, he sat up.

"It's the trend. ”

Four simple words show his attitude.

"You know that better than I do. ”

Seeing Ye Hailing's eyes move, Shen Qingci sighed lightly: "Try it, Xiao Ye." ”

"Good. ”

To everyone's surprise, Ye Hailing ended everyone's afternoon and almost decided the theme of this forum meeting.

"Tell us what you think. These words were still asking Shen Qingci.

Shen Qingci stood up, "As an erhu solo piece, horse racing is characterized by majestic momentum, unrestrained melody, and the sound of strings is used to imitate the neighing of Gunma. ”

After a pause, he continued: "This involves skills such as jumping bows, fast bows, and pulling strings, which Hou Lao mentioned just now. ”

"As we all know, the development of piano performance technology can imitate the sound of almost all instruments, and I think that if the piano part is added to the existing Chinese orchestra composition, this can not only enrich the timbre and make the harmonic effect of the music richer, but also the addition of the piano can also better decorate the folk music stage. ”

"Audibly, visually, it gives you a sense of refreshment. ”

"But what remains unchanged is horse racing, as long as the piano part arrangement is reasonable, it will not dominate. ”

Shen Qingci's words quickly got everyone's response, in fact, everyone sitting understood it, but they were just waiting for the person who put forward the plan.

Discussion room.

Someone asked, "Director Shen, do you only need a piano to join?"

"A piano is enough. Shen Qing said.

Ye Hailing, who had been silent for a while, also suddenly asked, "Do you play?"

Shen Qingci coughed, "I have already written the score for the piano part, but." ”

Just then, his phone rang suddenly.

Looking at the caller number, Shen Qingci smiled, "Wait a minute, everyone." ”

As he spoke, he answered the phone.

"Hey, Mr. Shen, where are you? I've already arrived at the opera hall. "The phone was noisy, filled with the sounds of various bowed instruments.

"You're now in the southernmost conference room backstage. ”

After answering the phone in front of everyone and speaking, Shen Qingci hung up the phone again, "I'm not suitable, but I have an excellent candidate." ”

"You're going to be satisfied. ”

After a while, there was a soft knock on the door.

Then the door was gently pushed open.

Qin Jian couldn't imagine that this was the scene in the room, and he was dumbfounded.

The dean of the Department of Folk Music, the deputy director, and the professors of various subjects of folk music all stared at him in unison.

"Why are you standing stupidly, come in. Shen Qingci greeted, and then introduced to everyone: "Qin Jian, I think all teachers are familiar with it, and all the piano parts on this stage are completed by him." ”

Qin Jian was stupid, Shen Qingci didn't say that in the message, he didn't know what the stage was at all, except for the words he heard from the little cutie just now.

But although he didn't know what was going on, he had to follow the words of the scene, and when he walked into the room, Qin Jian nodded politely to everyone: "Director Ye is good, Director Hou is good, professors and teachers are good." ”

As he spoke, Shen Qing called him to sit down beside him.

Qin Jian's participation promoted the speed of the meeting, and soon Shen Qingci took out the voice he had written overnight and discussed it with the arranger of "Horse Racing", and it didn't take long to perfect the details.

After the whole process, Qin Jian also figured out what was going on.

Although it seems like a good thing no matter how you look at it, as the opening participant of this major event, he is the only Western instrument in all folk music, and it is a rare opportunity to show his face across fields.

But he always felt that something was wrong, as if he had been deceived.

Listening to the speeches of the big guys, he silently looked at the score in his hand.

In one word, difficult.

It's filled with a lot of bass tremolo, and the fast interval of the right hand across ten degrees is also a headache.

Qin Jian knew the speed of horse racing.

Horse racing, horse racing, can he be slow in horse racing?

In the end, everyone reached an agreement and decided to add the piano part to the rehearsal two days later.

"No, let's start in a moment. ”

When Shen Qingci said this, he didn't look at Qin Jian's face on the side at all, which also made the bigwigs of the folk music department feel a little drumming in their hearts.

Although the name of this Qin Jian is indeed loud enough, everyone can see that this kid has just gotten the score, can he do it in less than 20 minutes?

"That's it, go on stage right away. ”

Ye Hailing snapped and closed the conference book in front of him, and Qin Jian's heart trembled.

...

The bigwigs came to the stage from the backstage, and the opera hall immediately fell silent.

Professor Hou, who is in charge of conducting the Chinese Orchestra, spoke a few words to everyone, and then explained the adaptation plan one by one.

Each member of the voice carefully recorded his or her own scores.

Finally, he introduced to everyone the supernumerary who temporarily joined the opening concert - Qin Jian.

Everyone's reaction was quite good, after all, they straddled two professional fields, but they really didn't have much enthusiasm, except for the little cutie who didn't care about the eyes around and shouted loudly.

Soon, a black grand piano was moved to the center of the stage, as if feeling some not very friendly eyes, Qin Jian took the initiative to ask the staff to move the piano to the left rear, so that it would not block most of the voices.

Then the members of the voice department took their positions, and Professor Hou stepped onto the podium.

In the expectant eyes of all the teachers and students of the Department of Folk Music in the audience, Professor Hou waved his hands.

Nine erhu roared in unison, with the roar of a fiery horse.

A scene of the prairie ecology emerges in front of every listener's eyes in the intertwined music.

..

Qin Jian didn't have anything to do in the first forty bars, but he didn't dare to slack off at all.

As he counted the bars, his brow twitching on his thighs, the five fingers of his left hand.

And the faster you jump, the faster you jump.

...

"Where's his score?"

Ye Hailing's angle in the audience saw very clearly, there was nothing on the empty piano.