"Do you know? The gong and drum song of the disaster I just performed was a rapid wind. Captain Tian recalled the past when he was acting in the rivers and lakes to make a living from this noisy gong and drum, and he looked a little emotional.

Next, he enthusiastically "snapped" the drum, and the conductor's drum stick made a few cue movements upward, and several veterans beat it for a while.

Compared with the overwhelming effect just now, the gongs and drums this time are not so urgent, but have a more rhythmic sense of modulation and frustration, as if it is the rhythm of the characters in the opera when they appear in the opera.

"This music card just now is called four blows. A few of you recruits, you should learn from the veterans and learn the percussion performance of gongs, drums and hairpins, which is not only a performance on stage, but also strengthens your sense of rhythm and musicality. Okay, let's go!"

As if it had been arranged in advance, several recruits invariably picked up their own equipment and went to their posts.

Among them was a tall man with a fair face and bright eyes, surnamed Chen, who looked particularly modest.

He first sat down in the position of playing the board drum according to Captain Tian's instructions, and then modestly handed over the wooden stick in his hand and said to Captain Tian: "Captain, I can't do it!

"Chen Jie, what are you afraid of? In the Ji Opera Troupe, aren't you already a drummer?" Captain Tian glared at him, and Chen Jie finally raised the drum stick without giving up, and "snapped" twice, which was considered an order.

Several recruits have gongs, hairpins, and other percussion instruments such as wooden fish and bangzi. What Captain Tian handed me was a small boring gong.

I picked up the small boring gong, and then took the thin wood-like bamboo board that struck the boring gong, and knocked it with my hand, and the small boring gong made a crisp sound.

"Pay attention to the command movements of the board drummer. Don't beat around!" Captain Tian glared at me fiercely.

I'm a little unconvinced. Just now, a few recruits got the new guys, and they all involuntarily made a noise, why did Captain Tian stare at himself instead of them?

Besides, although he has been on the stage in his hometown, he has never played gongs and drums. Even if the old whims, play gongs and drums with everyone,

I am also a role in playing drums and gongs, and I have never played the little trick of small boring gongs. At the beginning of the training today, Captain Tian threw this toy to himself, what does it mean?

Do you mean that you can't support the big role in a small role? Or do you deliberately show your own ugliness? Actually, even if I have not been trained in the Xie family class, as a lover of literature and art in the countryside, I still understand the Gong and Drum Sutra a little.

Just now, Captain Tian and a few veterans showed the gong and drum music cards, saying that they are good music cards, and saying that they are vulgar are opening gongs and drums. In the countryside, opera troupes are invited to sing opera during the New Year's holidays, and gongs and drums must be played before the opera starts.

It is also known as opening (tòng), noisy, noisy. After the gong and drum section is played, the suona is played, which is called the blowing platform, also known as blowing through.

This kind of music was formed in order to attract audiences when the early operas were performed in the open fields in the countryside, and the opera was gradually abolished after the opera entered the theater.

The opening gongs and drums vary depending on the genre of the play. The gongs and drums used in Peking Opera are: Rapid Wind - Four Blows to the Head - etc.

However, although I understand it in theory, I have not experienced it in practice, and now it is really difficult for me to perform with these people.

Fortunately, Chen Jie is very kind, he did not despise these new comrades-in-arms because he was an actor in a professional troupe.

It belongs to the kind of indiscriminate beating, creating an atmosphere, I take this small boring gong, even if it is indiscriminately beaten, I can't hear anything wrong.

"I'm just indiscriminate!" I said.

I can't hear the way out of the door in the rapid wind, but since it is a professional training class, Chen Jie can't go down endlessly in the rushing wind, and the second song card is a bit complicated.

I started to symbolically follow the blow for a while, which was okay, but then the rhythm slowed down, and Chen Jie's command movements gradually became much more detailed and elegant.

Other people's big gongs and hairpins were all accurately beaten on the point by the command of the drummer, but I was busy and chaotic, not ringing when it should have been sounded, and ringing chaotically when it shouldn't.

"What the fuck are you going on? Are you deliberately making trouble?" Captain Tian couldn't help but scold as if he was waiting for me to make a mistake.

"People are all following the rhythm, why can't you even hear the drums?

"Captain Tian, I won't. Although I was angry in my heart, I didn't dare to confront it in front of me, so I cowardly distinguished it.

"Aren't you the pillar of the Xie Jiaban Yangge team, why can't you even hear the gongs and drums?" Captain Tian saw me openly recognize the bear. It's a bit of a retreat, and then the sarcasm comes.

"Captain Tian, it's me who is not good. The beating is too fast-paced. Seeing that Captain Tian was so angry, the drummer hurriedly examined himself, and then told me with a pleasant face:

"Wenhua, let me tell you, this gong and drum are not complicated. Remember, the drum sheet is ''

"'Bang' is a big gong, you are a small boring gong, Qi is a hairpin, and you are a small boring gong. That's the trick, do it again. Saying that, Chen Jie patiently and slowly made the second command action, the big gong and hairpin closely cooperated, and I carefully operated, and finally knocked out the correct "Bang Qi Qi".

"Hehe, Wenhua is smart!" Chen Jie praised a sentence, and then, a new gong and drum practice.

Chen Jie's gesture changed, and his left hand continuously knocked down into the air, which was the striking gesture of the small boring gong. He knocked seven or eight times in a row, and I struck seven or eight times in a row.

"Good. Chen Jie praised me, "The rhythm is all beaten." ”

"What's good?" Captain Tian next to him didn't know what was going on, and found out what was wrong with me again, "What kind of sound is your little boring gong? It's not aesthetic at all. ”

"Little boring gong, isn't this the sound of the bang?" I couldn't help but distinguish a sentence, thinking to myself, this little boring gong, does it still have to strike the sound of a big gong?

"Look at me. "Captain Tian pushed me aside again as if he were tidying up housekeeping in the morning, and demonstrated it himself.

He took the small boring gong in his left hand, and the striking board in his right hand aimed at the center of the small boring gong and struck it a few times, and the sound was really mellow, not as light as I struck.

I seemed to have found the trick, took the small boring gong, and struck it three times towards the center of the circle.

"Knock again, knock a few more!" Captain Tian ordered. I struck it seven times in a row, and the small boring gong made seven sounds.

"Chen Jie, listen to it, how about this sound quality?" Captain Tian no longer found fault with himself, but let Chen Jie speak.

"There was no problem with the rhythm. Chen Jie had no choice but to evaluate matter-of-factly, "But listening to the sound, the first four strokes are more powerful, and the last three strokes are still a little light." ”

"Wenhua, do you know? That's the fundamental question. You don't have enough strength in your hands. Don't underestimate this little boring gong, without the process of tempering, you can't pass the test.

"Force is the basic skill of a percussion instrument. This is true for small boring gongs, as well as for drums, large gongs, and large and small cymbals. Well, in order to keep up with the rhythm and pass as soon as possible, go and practice yourself!"

As he spoke, Captain Tian's hand pointed to the corner of the wall, and it seemed that he was going to have a single soldier coach and give me a punitive measure.

"Captain Tian, let's practice together. Chen Jie saw that the captain really wanted to punish me, and he couldn't bear it, so he pleaded: "If you don't practice together, you can't find his sense of rhythm!"

"One minute on stage, ten years off stage. If you don't practice hard, where do you get the skills? How can you train your strength?" Captain Tian insisted that I go and "eat Xiaozao." ”

"It's nothing, isn't it just 'eating a small stove'? "I knew that a punishment was inevitable, so I just surrendered. I know that if I don't accept this punishment, Captain Tian has even more destructive tricks waiting for me.

"Since Wenhua has practiced alone, we can't practice together in this martial arts field. As soon as Captain Tian left, he announced: "Let's have a few buddies, let's practice our own ones!"

So, in the empty canteen, the big gong was beating alone, the golden cymbals were clapping alone, and Chen Jie was holding the mallet with both hands, beating the drum vigorously one by one, and the crackling and crisp sound seemed to be full of infinite emotion in his heart.

"Boom, boom" I followed the tapping essentials of seven consecutive movements, and struck the small boring gong over and over again.

At first, there was a bit of the beauty of brass instrumental music, but slowly, the sound of the babble turned into noise, which made people feel irritated and uneasy.

After practicing about three times, my wrist felt sore, and I could have persevered by gritting my teeth.

However, thinking about Captain Tian's fastidious face and ill-intentioned difficult attitude, I suddenly felt that my dignity had been greatly insulted.

For the sake of discipline, in order to be able to stay as a literary soldier, I can force a smile in front of him, and now, he is not in front of him, why should I be so stiff?

Once the anger of young people comes up, they can't take care of it so much. I looked out the window of the canteen, and outside the window was the edge of the barracks, which was separated from the road by a barbed wire fence.

On the other side of the road, there is a white river beach. In the distance of the beach is a dense thorn bush, and on the thorny side is the Tang River flowing through the houses. The sky was clear, the sky was very blue and blue, and the white clouds were swaying in nothingness.

I think nature is beautiful, and so is the world. It's just that my mood is not as comfortable as in the car class? Come to think of it, it's all caused by this desire.

Because he wanted to be a literary soldier, he swallowed his anger at Captain Tian's bullying. If it weren't for this reason, according to his temper, he would have turned against him a long time ago, right?

When I was thinking about it, I saw a thorn bush in the distance swaying, and two men and women came out of it.

Then I remembered the night I stood guard, and the person who peeped at Yingzi was chased into the thorn bush by a dog.

If that person was none other than Captain Tian, then he had an ideological source for taking revenge on himself so maliciously.

Yes, if you don't keep yourself out of the performance team, you will inevitably have entanglements with him after being with him for a long time. Over time, that big secret will be difficult to keep.

However, his martial arts are already outstanding, and he will not be able to do it without a good reason.

So, I tried to make myself ugly everywhere. The more ugly he is, the more he will have a good reason to leave the collective.

Thinking of this, where did I still have the mind to practice hard, and threw the little boring gong "Bang Chang Chang" on the ground, and the wooden board that hit the small boring gong was thrown out of the window by me.

"Wenhua, Wenhua......" Seeing that I looked rebellious, Chen Jie hurriedly ran over to dissipate my anger,

Of course, Chen Jie is a person who has mixed up with the experience of art groups, and he knows how to deal with such awkward scenes. He took out a piece of paper and handed it to me.

When I looked at it, it was written on the paper that was the Gong and Drum Sutra, and the small boring gong part of it was marked:

XX-XX-XXX

XX-XX-XXX--X--X--X

I read this set of gong and drum sutras and knew that this was Chen Jie teaching me to be lazy! It turned out that no matter how strong the perseverance of a person who practiced gong and drum beating, the strength of his wrist was also limited.

In order to relieve fatigue and not let the master scold, then, you have to use the method of beating flowers. There is Zhang Youchi to take a break. Among them, in the middle of the beating, add some rest and extension charms to reduce the burden on the wrist.

"Lao Chen, thank you!" I looked at those gongs and drums and knew his kindness. Thanksgiving.

"It's nothing, the artist's bowl of rice is not delicious! Except that people in society look down on you and scold you for being ninth-rate. We are also self-degrading within ourselves.

Alas, this is better in the army, but in the local troupes, beating and scolding apprentices often happens! Come, Wenhua, practice slowly. You don't rely on this to eat anyway.

"Your good martial arts will make you shine on the stage sooner or later! Now, don't take a bullshit!"

After saying that, he picked up the small boring gong on the ground again, and handed me a preparatory striking board in his hand, so that I made the small boring gong make a gurgling sound again.

The morning of the first workshop passed. The horn of eating sounded, and people gathered in the canteen to eat, and saw the white rice,

I forgot about the unpleasantness of the morning. Indulge in a feast. It seems that the release of appetite can also hide the discomfort of the mood.

Although the teaching team emphasized not to talk during meals, after a while, people began to laugh and laugh. Several recruits from Heilongjiang Province spoke in a standard Northeast accent, and they spoke very presumptuously:

"Damn, I originally said that I was a literary and artistic soldier of the Shenyang Military Region, but I thought it was in a big city in Shenyang! I didn't expect that the barracks were in this small ravine, and the high-rise buildings could not be seen. Not even a woman with long hair ......"