Early in the morning, a bus drove out of the Dongcheng Art Institute.

In the car, there were seven or eight professors and more than a dozen students, all of whom were a little weak.

A student grinded hard in front of his teacher: "Teacher, my hand is injured and I can't play the carillon today." ”

"Hurt? Where?"

"I think it may be tenosynovitis, and it hurt badly last night. ”

"Did you go to the school hospital for a check-up?"

"No, I came back too late last night, I came early this morning, I didn't have time to go to the hospital......"

The teacher frowned and looked at the student seriously, and the student also looked serious.

"Okay, you don't play today, just take a break. ”

"Thank you, teacher!"

The student returned to his seat and gestured a V to his companion sitting next to him.

"No more playing?" his companion asked in a low voice.

"Hmm...... I don't have to play anymore, I won't be able to play the piano anymore, and I have an international competition next month, what if I lose......" said the student.

Later, his teacher actually saw it, but only shook his head.

These students, who were able to be admitted to the piano department, have already paid hundreds of thousands or millions of dollars.

and more than ten years of hard work by the whole family.

Think about how much a music lesson is right now.

A master class, and how much is it.

How difficult it is to force children to practice the piano.

Now, finally, the results are about to be released, and no one dares to bet on their careers.

But there were still people with different opinions, and in the front row, a boy turned his head and looked behind him: "Have you ever thought that if you can practice the carillon, is it more promising than a pianist?"

"Huh?"

"There are as many pianists as there are in the world, you play the piano all your life, maybe you won't be able to make people remember your name, but there is only one carillon, it's easier to be famous, right? ”

"It makes sense, maybe it's easier to get ahead than playing the piano, but the carillon is too hard to play......"

"No, don't forget, there's only one carillon, what if one day this carillon breaks down and you lose your job?"

"How can this thing be so easy to break, and it is now a landmark of Dongcheng, as long as Dongcheng is still there, the Bell and Drum Lyre must still be there......"

Behind the vehicle, several students whispered a conversation.

Each has its own opinion.

"Whoever you love to go, I won't go anyway. The boy who asked for leave just now shook his head, "I've been playing the piano all my life, if you want to change careers, you can go." ”

"Don't say that, some people want this kind of opportunity......

"Are you talking about Xiao Ming?"

"Hmm...... I saw that he was begging the teacher to come, so I sent the teacher to kneel......"

"Really, he's coming to me, I'll change it!"

"Even if you want to change, the teacher doesn't agree, I heard that he didn't pass the last assessment, and he may be expelled from school......"

"But his hand, have you seen it, it's so scary, I don't dare to stare at it......"

"yes, how can you grow like that......"

"I think he may be a waste of ...... in this life"

"Shhhhh......h

A few people didn't know whether it was schadenfreude or a sense of superiority, so they talked about it in the back and slowly got better.

They felt that it didn't seem so difficult to play the Hundred Bells.

After all, it's a kind of happiness to know that what you have is something that others can't get with all their might.

"Do you think Wang Mingsuo will be expelled from school......"

"It's not going to drop out, but I've heard that the teacher wants him to change departments. ”

"Transfer, where to go?"

"Triangle?"

"Poof, don't talk nonsense, if the triangular iron wants to measure the magnetic field, he may not be able to do it......"

"Really?"

"Of course it's fake!"

A group of people didn't know if they were joking or sarcastic, and they laughed in the back.

Ahead, a group of teachers didn't know why those students were happy again, but seeing that their emotions were stable, they were also a little happier.

"Let's hope one of them will make it...... Otherwise, I heard that I would be going to go to Central Yin or abroad to invite someone......" one professor sighed.

For a long time, Dongcheng University of the Arts has been a bit embarrassed in China.

is not ranked high, there is no superior bloodline inheritance, and the few masters who have come out often do not show their alma mater after going out.

However, several departments of Dongcheng University of the Arts, they feel that they are not worse than other schools.

At this time, if you can't figure it out yourself, you have to go to foreign aid, isn't that a slap in the face?

That's the last thing they want to see.

"By the way, I heard that Wang Mingsuo went to look for you yesterday?" a professor suddenly said, "Why didn't you let him try it?"

"Why give people false hope again? Another professor sighed and shook his head, "He can't even play the piano now, let alone the carillon." ”

"You say this kid is unlucky...... How many people can have a case of this strange disease?"

"Why is he a piano player, this life is a waste......

"I suggested that he move to the percussion side, after all, he would have no problem holding the drum sticks, if he spent another two years learning the snare drum, then the timpani, marimba, the xylophone, celesta, the vibrato...... After learning all these things, I may be able to go to the symphony orchestra to mix triangles in the end, and it can be regarded as not in vain for so many years...... After all, having a piano foundation is of great benefit to percussion. ”

"What did he say?"

"This kid is a dead brain, he doesn't want to give up ......"

"Also, from playing the piano to playing triangle...... Ah, I don't mean to look down on triangles!" a professor was straightforward, and after saying half a sentence, he found that another professor from the percussion department was glaring at him, and immediately changed his words, "After all, playing triangles is also quite powerful, and you need to measure the magnetic field......"

You measure the magnetic field!

Your whole family is measuring the magnetic field!

The percussion professor rolled his eyes and stopped talking.

If it weren't for the percussion, I wouldn't be here to be angry with you.

The piano is the king of musical instruments, are you?

The atmosphere in the car, which was cold and hot for a while, soon arrived in the suburbs.

There was still about a kilometer to go, when I heard music faintly ahead.

"Hey, someone is playing the Hundred Bell Glyphs?"

"Playing so early?"

Although the fiddle is placed in a soundproofed factory, this soundproofing equipment can only isolate the sound of some of its small bells.

When those big bells ring, don't try to block it with any soundproofing equipment.

At this time, the low bell sounded, after some sound insulation reduction, seemed a little muffled.

But the melody, the rhythm, the power, the dynamic......

"It's a great ......."

"I'll go, I was stumped here last time, and I can't live or die......"

"This kind of momentum, is my strength really too small?"

"Great, who's playing this?"

"It's Xiaobai. ”

"Only Xiaobai can play so well. ”

"I guess it's only a little white. ”

The windows of the bus were sealed, and it was faintly inaudible in the bus.

When the bus arrived at the factory area, everyone immediately jumped out of the car.

The factory area is shrouded in the incomparable splendor of the bell.

The workers who came to work in the morning stopped at this time.

The low "hum" sound of the big bell, like a mischievous dragon, echoed in the air.

Under the interference and obscuration of the sound waves themselves, they are far and near, strong and weak, as if they are reverberating around them.

The incomparable sense of atmosphere, the acoustic effect that looks ahead, looks behind, and changes in the ears is something that no modern amplifier can create.

And above the low bell, the jumping notes are like the light reflected on the dragon's body and the splash of water.

There was a little girl, probably a factory child, who was bathing in the sun with her hands outstretched, cheering and jumping in the bells, two small pigtails, swaying up and down.

"It's all here......"

"It's coming soon!"

"It's coming! It's coming!"

After the low bell was trampled again, the low bell was jumped and stomped.

Yes, stepping on it, such a heavy bell, only by stepping on it, can this strength be achieved.

More than a dozen large bells, which were jumped and stepped on, and the sounds that are difficult to describe in words erupted.

With a "bang", countless bells interfered with each other and covered each other in the air......

It's like more than a dozen streamer bombs exploded, and countless streamers intertwined in the air, covering the whole world.

This is the hardest part of the whole performance.

The seemingly simple melody is just a simple jump up.

But the effect is something that no other instrument can reproduce, or even match.

Gu Xiaobai is a musician, but he is also a physicist.

When he wrote this melody, he calculated all the ways in which sound waves traveled.

At this moment, this melody has gone beyond the scope of all human instruments, all ordinary "melodies".

The bells rang one by one, like adding reagents in turn to a delicate chemical experiment, producing an unparalleled effect.

At the sound of the bell, the little girl's eyes suddenly widened, she tilted her head slightly to the left, hey, she can hear the bell in her left ear, but she can't hear the bell in her right ear.

Turning my head to the right again, I can hear it in my right ear, but I can't hear it in my left ear.

Cover your ears and shout loudly, you can hear it.

What's wrong with my ears?

In the air, sound waves, which are invisible to humans, are like waving interspersed streamers, stacking wave after wave.

Weaving and intersecting in the air, it is as if using sound as a pigment to paint a huge painting.

Harmonics cancel out harmonics, harmonics and harmonics intensify, and on top of simple melodies, new melodies are born.

Then it counteracts again, strengthens again, and gives birth to a renewed melody.

Layer upon layer, stack upon stack.

Endless and endless.

The layers of bells that shade each other are getting higher and thinner.

It's like the grass and trees are thriving, and high-rise buildings are rising from the ground.

It's like stepping up the line step by step, looking back at the earth.

It's like the peace of the prosperous world, looking back on the past suffering.

At this moment, I don't know how many people can't help but burst into tears.

What a "Prosperous Peace"!

Hearing such a paragraph, they finally understood why this song is called "Shengshi Taiping".

They finally understood how far the Lyre of Bells and Drums could go!

"Quick, go check it out!"

One of the students couldn't take it anymore and rushed over and pushed open the door of the factory.

A familiar figure, sitting in front of the carillon, looked up at the sky and burst into tears.

Zhao Xingsheng held up his mobile phone and said into the phone: "Xiaobai, did you hear it? I told you, this child is simply a godsend!"