"Whoosh~Chirp~~Chirp~~~~~~~Chirp~~Chirp~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

At Zhao Xingsheng's fingertips, the peculiar synthetic electronic timbre is like a laser refracting continuously, and it is like a sky full of aurora covering the night sky, unpredictable, covering the entire scene.

The heavy lobby drums, beating one after another, are getting slower and heavier, and they are getting heavier and heavier!

It felt like a prayer to the heavens, and it was really answered by the heavens, and the sky was full of light, and the gods came down and ruled over all things.

The bell resounds, heaven and earth communicate, and man and God are one!

"I'll go ......" Opposite, looking at Zhao Xingsheng's fingers that he could barely see, the keyboard player who was grinding the grass was stunned: "Keyboard god!"

Damn, how can you meet a keyboard god anywhere! An amateur band, how can there be such a god!

But I didn't know that Zhao Xingsheng was a piano master before, and he was almost admitted to the piano department of CCTV, although he gave up his piano career because of a hand injury, but he just felt that he couldn't reach the top, and it was not a waste, and the current level is still a performance level.

Coupled with the training of the band for such a long time, playing the keyboard is simply amazing.

The sound of the lobby drum fills in the bottom, indescribably thick, one of the drummer's drumsticks is beating the lobby drum, and the other lightning is generally beating on the row drum, knock boom, the drum sound is getting clearer and clearer, higher and higher, as if someone is ascending the immortal step by step.

The afterglow of Guxun and Guqin, echoing in this intense and psychedelic electronic music, is obviously extremely gentle, not even the rhythm is obvious, but it is very rhythmic, as if a caterpillar has drilled into the spine, and if it does not shake its body a few times, it is a little unbearable.

At the gate, Fu Han's two ears are not enough, what kind of arrangement!

What a fairy arrangement!

How did a piece of music that is obviously classical suddenly become a psychedelic electronic style?

But...... That's so good!

The state dove band is actually a bit neurosplit.

Half liberal arts and half science and engineering, the things I like are too bad.

Zhao Xingsheng and the bassist in the Department of Literature are particularly fond of various instruments and music in ancient times.

On the other hand, Lao Wang and the drummers of materials science are particularly fond of synthesized tones and various modern instruments.

Everyone in the band has a lot of personality and character, and there are often various improvisations.

If the improvisation is good, it is a stroke of genius, and if the improvisation is not good, it is the scene of the car accident.

So they can only be amateur bands, not professional.

For example, now, the bass player playing the guqin suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed.

"Hahaha......"

It's like a feather ascending immortal, happy in the world.

But the long laughter gradually became smaller, and it seemed to be dyed with a layer of sadness.

The bass player stared at the old king who occupied the mixer and pulled the clipper down, what are you doing, I haven't finished laughing yet, why are you pulling my microphone!

Lao Wang rolled his eyes back, don't steal the show! Now is not the time for you to improvise!

The laughter died, and the singing began.

It's not Gu Xiaobai.

It was Zhao Xingsheng who sang.

Gu Xiaobai is the lead singer of this band, but he just doesn't sing!

When Zhao Xingsheng was about to start singing, he had already put down the Gu Xun in his hand and pulled out a flute in A.

Xun will also blow the ones just now, and he will come temporarily.

But the flute......

The ethereal sound of the ancient horn disappears, and the faint sound of the flute creates a layer of sadness.

Zhao Xingsheng's bass sounded slowly.

"Yanyan Yu Fei,

The jaw of the jaw.

The son of Yu Gui,

Far from it.

Looking to the Buddha,

Stand and weep. ”

Zhao Xingsheng's voice is not good, and his singing skills are not very good, better than ordinary people.

Of course, this is according to Gu Xiaobai's standards.

In fact, he mainly suffers from a relatively low vocal range, and if it is a suitable sound area, it is not much worse than the grinding grass on the opposite side.

And this song is also the most suitable for him to sing.

Zhao Xingsheng and his teacher, when excavating various ancient tombs and monuments in the wilderness, barren mountains and mountains, got along day and night for ten years, faced wild beasts, faced disasters, and faced diseases, this kind of master-apprentice relationship is still different from ordinary ones.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the same as father and son.

When he was young, he used to eat and drink at the teacher's house, and he used to get along with the little sister day and night, like a brother and sister.

Once, the teacher also planned to introduce the little junior sister to him, but neither of them called.

But if there is no love between men and women, it does not mean that there are no other feelings.

Looking at the teacher, and then at the little junior sister, Zhao Xingsheng recalled everything in the past, and his voice, in the thickness, brought a trace of sadness.

His deep timbre is like an ancient king in the wilderness, generous and sad, and like the earth roaring and the mountains echoing.

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

"This song ......"

The audience, especially the guests of the History Department, widened their eyes.

On the stage, Zhao Xingsheng's teacher's eyes also widened suddenly.

Wait, what's going on with this tune?

Most of the people present are not engaged in music, so they are not sensitive enough to music.

When I listened to the melody just now, I just felt quaint and atmospheric.

When the bass player recited in ancient pronunciation, the old man was still silently picky in his heart and found a few pronunciation errors.

But at this time, when Zhao Xingsheng sang directly, all his thoughts seemed to disappear!

"Yanyan" is a poem in the Book of Songs.

What is recorded in the Book of Songs is not actually poetry, but songs.

In other words, poetry is not divided in the first place.

The Book of Songs has a spectrum, but it has long been lost in the long years.

As a shining pearl of ancient Chinese culture, from ancient times to the present, almost every dynasty and every generation has tried to compose music for the Book of Poetry.

The most recent one was the Qing Dynasty's "Complete Book of Musical Scores".

However, none of these later compositions have been affirmed and inherited by later generations.

I always feel that something is missing, and if something is wrong, it is useless for you to appoint it.

Originally, the most in the Book of Poetry are folk songs from all over the world, how vivid and down-to-earth folk songs are, how can they be compared to the official compositions in the later period?

But when they heard Zhao Xingsheng's singing, they suddenly felt.

It feels ...... Why is it so weird?

It's like having a puzzle piece that has been missing for a long time......

I don't know who it was, so I secretly put it together.

This is the real, original ......

The ancient song "Yanyan"!

Despite being an old song under a psychedelic electronic soundtrack!

The deep voice echoed in the hall, like the first king weeping and the four fields mourning together.

After another paragraph, Gu Xiaobai put down the flute, smashed his fingers hard, and took over the accompaniment of the chime tone.

And Lao Wang is also back, he did not play the guitar, but tapped the pads, and all kinds of synthesized sound effects paved the audience, and the extraordinarily rich information bombarded people's ears and made people overwhelmed.

Zhao Xingsheng picked up the MIDI breath controller next to him and put it in his mouth.

He controls the pitch wheel with his left hand, jumps on the keyboard with his right hand, and has a MIDI breath controller in his mouth, using the light and heavy of his breath to control the change of timbre.

Under the control of the three envelopes, Zhao Xingsheng synthesized and produced the gorgeous sound effect like the aurora in the sky, as if it came to life, as if it was alive, as if it was like a light snake flying in the sky, with a strong sense of space, under the excellent sound of the scene, it surrounded the audience, attracting people to subconsciously look up and look around.

And this sound can reverberate like an organ, it can vibrate like a violin, it can bounce like a drum......

But no matter how the timbre changes, the sound of chimes, drums and guqin still comes steadily, not soothing.

On the other side, the keyboard player grinding the grass had his knees shattered.

And the face of the lead singer is even more unsightly.

Two people squirt each other:

"Look at the people, it's obviously the lead singer, and even the keyboard plays so well!"

"No, this is someone else's keyboardist, singing so well, aren't you ashamed to be the lead singer?"

The state dove band didn't know that the other side was torn up, and Lao Wang's fingers knocked down heavily.

"Click, click, click!" Three thunderclaps in a row, one louder than the other, each more terrifying, like the wrath of the heavenly monarch, the earth echoed.

Then the rain of "......" sampling sounded.

"Whoa...... Whew......"

Pre-stored sampled sounds, howling winds, lightning and thunder, and pouring rain.

The audience was stunned.

At this moment, Gu Xiaobai raised his head: "Yanyan is flying, and her voice ↗ is down"

A swift through the clouds!

The iconic high-pitched voice instantly exploded the audience.

This is the real lead singer!