The computer was placed behind the electric piano, Qi Qingnuo sat next to Yu Xinting, and the two read the score together. Yu Xinting didn't start immediately and asked Yang Jingxing first: "How to play here?"

Yang Jingxing said: "You discuss. ”

Qi Qingnuo doubted: "There should be a half-rest here, and there should be a ...... here."

After discussing and creating for a while, Yu Xinting began to play a very soft prelude, and after ten seconds, Qi Qingnuo began to chant...... Well......

Qi Qingnuo's voice is slightly neutral and slightly impurity, but she is more familiar with the melody, and her humming is more emotional. The vocals here can be regarded as instrumental music and piano ensembles.

As soon as the effect came out, Yu Xinting and Qi Qingnuo knew that Yang Jingxing's simplicity in music structure was not cutting corners. As a novice composer, Yang Jingxing has used a variety of techniques in his first few works, the framework of "Sun in the Rain" is already relatively large, and "Wind and Rain on the Same Road" can be regarded as more complicated, but the feeling of reading the score of this chanting song is concise and smooth.

Qi Qingnuo's voice was louder, but it lowered faster, and his mouth opened much less. Yu Xinting's ten fingers are even more gentle, as if stroking the piano keys.

Generally speaking, beauty seems to be inseparable from sadness, but this piece feels just beautiful, beautiful, thorough, and innocent. The piano accompaniment is composed in C minor, and Yu Xinting plays a little slower and lighter, and Qi Qingnuo also becomes more gentle.

A little over three minutes into the coda is the vocal responsibility. Yang Jingxing applauded after listening: "It's better than I imagined." ”

Qi Qingnuo licked his lips: "Are we better than you think or yourself?"

Yang Jingxing was shameless: "It's all of them." ”

Yu Xinting looked at Yang Jingxing: "Although nothing has changed, it sounds good...... It feels like ...... I don't know. ”

Qi Qingnuo analyzed: "It's relatively clean...... It is more appropriate for children to sing. ”

Yu Xinting agreed: "Yes, yes. ”

Yang Jingxing was anxious: "You say I'm naïve!"

Qi Qingnuo agreed: "That's it." ”

Yu Xinting shook her head: "Doesn't it feel very clean...... Not a special child, a teenager is eleven or twelve years old. ”

Qi Qingnuole: "So precise...... Fu Feirong's singing should be suitable, and her voice feels very good about this...... Let's call it a girl, innocent...... I'm so nostalgic. ”

Yang Jingxing said: "Cherish it now." ”

Yu Xinting grinned.

Next, Yang Jingxing played the piano and asked Yu Xinting to sing it again, she was not as good at singing as Qi Qingnuo, but she felt pretty good, and it seemed a little more naïve.

At ten o'clock, Qi Qingnuo hurried to go home, and Yu Xinting also went back to the dormitory. Yang Jingxing recorded a piano track and practiced guitar for more than an hour before leaving 402.

Although those who study classical guitar in the conservatory are not very worthy of fingerstyle guitar, the expressive power of any instrument is actually endless, and it can never be played. There are also masters of the harmonica. Yang Jingxing didn't feel anything when he played Cinderella before, but now he knows a little about it, and only then does he realize that his fingerstyle guitar has just started, and the road is still long. Of course, if you learn the classical guitar well, fingerstyle guitar will be casual, but classical guitar is as strict and precise as the piano, and self-study seems to be very unreliable, and Yang Jingxing has no time to study it now.

Yang Jingxing went to Fu's house at a quarter past twelve, ordered some supper, ate for about ten minutes, and Fu Feirong came back on her brother's motorcycle, and still hadn't removed her makeup.

Yang Jingxing showed the manuscript to Fu Feirong, hey, girl, a trace of embarrassment flashed on her face, but then those tadpoles made her even more embarrassed. After a long time, Fu Feirong didn't get the melody of the first sentence out accurately.

The new waiter was two years older than Fu Feirong, and took the time to stand next to him and watch, and asked Fu Feirong: "Girl, have you heard it? Who sang it?"

Fu Feirong shook her head: "Of course not." ”

Fu Feirong's sister-in-law called the waiter to do something with sharp eyes.

It seems that Fu Feirong has worked hard to learn by herself, at least she knows the notes throughout, but the singing score is not smooth, there is no absolute pitch melody at all, she has to try to sing it for more than ten seconds to have an approximation.

Yang Jingxing was not in a hurry, eating and drinking slowly, and he watched and did not remind him. Half an hour later, Fu Feirong finally finished a few pages of scores, and her forehead was sweating.

Yang Jingxing said: "Hmph again." ”

Fu Feirong snorted again, full of intermittent mistakes, it was really miserable to hear. Yang Jingxing turned on the computer and played the melody of the piano for Fu Feirong to listen to.

Fu Feirong at least heard a little: "I'm singing fast." ”

Yang Jingxing said: "You give me the mp3 back to listen to it and figure it out, don't worry...... This is the melody, this is the accompaniment, and when you are familiar with it, you can play the accompaniment and sing. ”

Fu Feirong's sister-in-law came over and asked, "Does Panpan also want to buy a computer?"

Yang Jingxing said: "It's better to have. ”

"Buy, buy!" This sister-in-law is very generous.

After Yang Jingxing's copy was good, Fu Feirong listened to it with MP3 and earphones, and then helped Yang Jingxing pour beer, and resolutely said: "If I can't do it, forget it." ”

Yang Jingxing said: "I respect your decision, but I think you can." ”

Fu Feirong bit her lip: "I work hard." ”

Yang Jingxing smiled again: "Don't be pressured to sing because you were afraid before." ”

Fu Feirong hehe: "This is different...... What else is there to do?"

Yang Jingxing said no, and then insisted on checking out and left. Fu Feirong chased after and asked, "Can I let Sister Ran teach me?"

Yang Jingxing said: "Yes, what she teaches is not necessarily the best." ”

Fu Feirong nodded: "I know." ”

On Thursday, Yang Jingxing and Qi Qingnuo continued to enjoy the Hundred Flowers Cup, and after the vocal works in the morning, the instrumental works began in the afternoon. It's really lively, all kinds of musical instruments are up, and the national drum is beating loudly. The competition does not accept electronic music registration, so Yang Jingxing and Qi Qingnuo's works have made changes in the arrangement and orchestration. Despite this, there are still some works that are a bit out of the mainstream, and to put it mildly, they are experimental in nature. To put it more well, it's real art, not commercial music.

Luo Jiaqian commented on a ten-minute erhu work: "Long and boring. The song she wrote herself is a guitar accompaniment, a very girl's theme, and the gentleness and sadness along the way are not difficult to listen to or excellent, but the authors love their own works, just like parents love children.

Anyway, after four or five hours a day, everyone was quite bored except for hearing their own works, but the applause for each work was warm. There are a few pianos, duets, strings, and strings by professionals that have been unanimously recognized, but there is nothing new and it is estimated that they will never be performed on a large scale.

It wasn't until the last period that Yang Jingxing and Qi Qingnuo felt that a flute solo was good, with a fresh and rich flavor, and it was not non-mainstream. The introduction of the work said that the author was an old man in the countryside and did not know any theoretical knowledge at all, and the work was sorted out and sent by the regional cultural unit.

It seems that there is a real difference in life.

Qi Qingnuo also asked if Yang Jingxing taught Fu Feirong to sing last night, and Fu Feirong had any evaluation of the song itself, and then said: "She is too pure...... Can you tell us what your plans are?"

Yang Jingxing said: "There is no long-term plan for the time being. ”

Finally, at noon on Friday, Yang Jingxing and Qi Qingnuo ate dumplings together for the winter solstice festival, Yang Jingxing asked for thirty pork cabbages, and Qi Qingnuo fifteen leeks exchanged ideas.

In the afternoon, there were a total of more than a dozen works, one after the other, one after the other, but there was no finale. The lineup of "Clouds and Fog Disperse" is relatively large, and the folk music part is still there, but the electric guitar and electronic organ are gone, and the trumpet, trombone and timpani are replaced.

In general, it is still a good work, the structure is clear, the melody is decent, the orchestration and arrangement are not conventional, but the overall melody is not particularly eye-catching. The judges' scores are also divided into many items, and Qi Qingnuo should have a relatively high score in terms of personal characteristics.

Next is Yang Jingxing's "Sun in the Rain", according to the score sent by Yang Jingxing, the organizers of the competition still equipped him with a brass group, a string group, and a harp, snare drum, and clarinet. The piano is not the main character.

He Hongchui also told Yang Jingxing that the casual collocation music like him and Qi Qingnuo is not traditional enough, and the music itself is not formatted enough, and it is difficult to win the award. Bringing the work is also about participation.

It's just a high school auditorium, no acoustic structure, and the orchestra is relatively thin, with three trumpets, two horns, two violins, and a viola, and the notes played by a viola are no longer felt like they are being passed to the back row.

The conductor, who was not yet thirty years old, was obviously not bothered to understand these so-called works deeply, so he looked at the score and let the orchestra finish.

Thanks to so many of them, the things they played were not as good as Yang Jingxing, Qi Qingnuo, and Yu Xinting playing in 402. The grandeur of the song is again with agility, and here it becomes shriveled and stingy.

Of course, first-time listeners will not compare this version with the version of 402. Several of Qi Qingnuo's classmates looked at Yang Jing and said that it was good, not bad.

Qi Qingnuo said: "This trumpet is not as good as your blowing." ”

Finally, there are a few finale works, and the people who are sitting in the front row also applaud vigorously.

So many pieces have finally been played. Next, the leaders and artists began to speak, summing up and congratulating on how successful the competition was. At the same time, the organizing committee began to count the scores of all the works, and the rankings will be announced later.

But many people in the auditorium didn't care, and they all had to go home for dinner at five o'clock, and at least a third of them left. The rest of the people made a fuss, like some kind of drinking party, and everyone introduced each other and walked around to get to know each other.

He Hongzhui walked to a position about ten meters away and shouted: "Yang Jingxing, Qi Qingnuo, you come here." Yang Jingxing and Qi Qingnuo hurriedly passed, and the remaining few could only watch who made their skills inferior.

He Hongchui took Yang Jingxing and Qi Qingnuo to the rostrum, and waiting for them was the older generation composer Ding Sangpeng. After shaking hands with the two juniors, Ding Sangpeng first praised Qi Qingnuo, saying that she had made good attempts at innovative breakthroughs in the performance of folk musical instruments, and she should continue to work hard.

The old man was very kind, but he was no longer energetic, and although he spoke clearly, his voice was relatively quiet. Qi Qingnuo was relatively close, and after listening to the praise, he said thank you, and wished the old man good health.

Then Yang Jingxing and Ding Sangpeng asked: ""The Sun in the Rain" should be a grand work, right?"

Yang Jingxing was embarrassed: "I originally thought so, but I didn't finish it." ”

Ding Sanpeng said: "The competition conditions are limited, and there is not much preparation time...... Young people will have many opportunities in the future, and if they don't win awards at one time, don't pay attention to continuing to work hard in the future. ”

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Thank you for encouraging me to come on." ”

The old man looked at Yang Jingxing, and then at Qi Qingnuo, and instructed: "Pu Yin hasn't published a work for a long time, you have to work together." ”

Qi Qingnuo nodded: "Don't worry." ”

Yang Jingxing also said: "We will." ”

Ding Sangpeng said to He Hongchui again: "These two young people are good. ”

He Hongchui also thanked him, and then helped the old man to go elsewhere.

I really didn't expect that people who had lived for two dynasties would appreciate such a trendy and commercial music, Qi Qingnuo's expression was moved: "I think of my grandfather." ”

Yang Jingxing asked, "Are you still alive?"

Qi Qingnuo shook his head: "My mother is from Pingjing, I went to her a few times when I was a child, and my grandfather was old at that time, but he was very good to me...... You see, my mother is so small, and I follow my grandfather. ”

Yang Jingxing said: "You follow your father." ”

Qi Qingnuo said: "But my personality is like my mother. ”

Yang Jingxing said: "I think there are more like your father. ”

Qi Qingnuo said: "In my bones...... How much do you know about me!"

Yang Jingxing apologized: "It's not that you're superficial, it's me." ”

Qi Qingnuo sneered: "You still want to go deeper?"

Yang Jingxing said: "There is gravity. ”

Qi Qingnuo tugged at the corner of his mouth to change the topic: "What about your grandfather?"

The awards ceremony is held at 6 o'clock, divided into age groups, but not vocal and instrumental. First, those under the age of 36 will announce five excellence awards and receive the awards on stage, and then: "The third prize winner: The composer of the folk music ensemble "Clouds Open and Fog Disperse", and Qi Qingnuo, a junior of the composition department of Puhai Conservatory of Music, please come to the stage. ”

Qi Qingnuo raised his eyebrows and glanced at Yang Jingxing after hearing the name of his work. Yang Jingxing smiled wickedly: "Treat." ”

Qi Qingnuo accepted the congratulations of his companions, but refused to give him a hug, and then walked briskly to the rostrum in the usual posture of walking at school.

Then the second and first prizes were announced, a song and a piano trio, respectively. When the first prize was announced, Luo Jiaqian and Xu Xuesi all looked at Yang Jingxing.

Yang Jingxing turned his gaze and said, "It's not me who you heard wrong. ”

Luo Jiaqian comforted: "It doesn't matter what is going on. ”

It took more than ten minutes for Qi Qingnuo to come back with the certificate, trophy and 8,000 yuan in bonus. Yang Jingxing himself didn't win the award, so he took other people's eyes.

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