10. Erhu half-hangers and early Internet celebrities

It's not a matter of struggling with the division every day, Han Fei decided to go back to his hometown for two days to change his mind, and it is very pleasant to stay in his hometown for two days, no noise, and the air is good.

Behind the old house is a verdant bamboo forest, the sunlight hits the bamboo leaves and casts a shadow like a chicken claw, there are bamboos, there are meat, as if they are in the human realm, there is no chaos of cars and horses, and there is no miscellaneous work. A few dozen steps through the bamboo forest is a small river, and if you are lucky, catch a few mussel shells and catch a small fish, and dinner will be another delicious addition.

Grandma passed away early, and grandpa was alone in his hometown, but the life of the old man was not boring at all. Grandpa used to be a soldier, dozens of years older people still have a straight back, every day when he gets up, he first takes care of the house according to the housekeeping standards, and then makes a bowl of delicious noodles by himself.

Grandpa is a "sweeping monk", one hand erhu is very good, in recent years, the family conditions are good, father no longer let grandpa serve those few acres of land, grandpa followed the village drum team to run red and white things, not to make that money, is just to enjoy themselves.

Grandpa's erhu was originally learned from an artist who ran the rivers and lakes, Han Fei once questioned his grandfather how he could make good music if he didn't know music, grandpa only said one sentence, some people are taught by God when they do music, and later they entered the army and followed the cadres who were engaged in literature and art to learn more tunes from the music club.

When his grandfather pulled out the sound of the hooves of thousands of horses galloping, Han Feili became a brainless fan, so he followed and learned this instrument. Han Fei would read the score a little, but his grandfather said that people with spirituality don't read the score, and they can pass it on by word of mouth. Han Fei only regarded it as a pastime, and never thought of taking the professional route or anything.

It's actually a bit difficult to pull up the erhu. Physically, the bow must maintain a certain friction value on the strings, otherwise it will squeak and squeak very harshly, and the solid friction between the strings is a burst sound, which is more manic than the gentle tone of the flute, which is a solid and gas-like friction. Therefore, if you often walk around the music area of station B, you will find that in the video of erhu and suona performances, the barrage will always be full of souls.

Someone once ridiculed Han Fei and asked him to ask the girl out to play a song "Erquan Reflecting the Moon", when the time came, everything was silent, and there was only the erhu sound of resentment and admiration and crying in the world.

However, the reality is that people will not come out to listen to you play an erhu song, and when it comes to erhu, most people's first impression is a long shirt and sunglasses with a broken bowl of street performing, miserable, dark, pitiful, and weak, and unconsciously associate these words with erhu.

In the evening, after dinner, Han Fei took out the bamboo bed in the hall and placed it in the open space outside the house to prepare for the cool. My sister couldn't wait to climb onto the bamboo bed while eating ice cream, grandpa took two sips of a teacup in one hand, and fanned his sister with a pu fan in the other, Han Fei sat in the corner of the bamboo bed and began to fiddle with the erhu.

Kneading the strings, swinging the bow, opening and pulling.

Humphrey was not fast, and his left hand skillfully kneaded the strings, matching the speed and strength of his right hand to pull the bow. After all, without a long-term and repetitive training, it is difficult for the hands to develop a perfect tacit understanding, which is the lack of control in the industry (many times everyone thinks that the player pulls like chopping trees and cutting trees is actually because the player's skills are not deep enough).

The song is "Katyusha", my sister followed the beat, and my grandfather hummed softly while listening: "Just as the pear blossoms are blooming all over the world, the river is floating with a soft light veil, Katyusha is standing on the handsome bank, and her singing voice is like a bright spring light......"

After the song was played, grandpa and sister both gave appreciative applause, and Han Fei was a little proud.

"Brother, you pull me a cherry ball. The little girl grabbed Han Fei's hand and shook it.

"How do you sing Cherry Maruko? I don't remember the song?"

"Then I'll sing you a paragraph first, and then you can play it, okay?"

"Okay, you can sing. ”

"Crackling, crackling, not lazy in doing things; crackling, crackling, learning is not afraid of difficulty, we work down-to-earth; crackling, crackling, reading is really diligent......"

didn't wait for the little girl to finish singing Han Fei before she remembered this tune, and pulled it up with her sister's singing, singing and singing, but it also complemented each other, and the little girl jumped up on the bamboo bed.

Grandpa didn't speak, but watched the two brothers and sisters play with a smile, relieved, happy, and all kinds of good moods welled up in his heart.

The more he pulled, the more he felt it, Han Fei felt like he was in the heart for a while, the fingering of kneading the strings became more and more stable, and the strength and speed control of the bow were appropriate.

Maybe he is really a buried literary and artistic worker?

For the first time, Han Fei had a lot of doubts about his future choices, maybe he could really try to take a completely different path from before.

The heart is stirring, but the work in hand has not stopped, and after the performance of "Cherry Maruko", there is a song "Doraemon".

Did you enter the ZONE?

Han Fei remembered the omnipotent ZONE state in "Kuroko's Basketball", it is said that this ZONE is really not the author's blindness, the basketball god Qiao Gangster once said in an interview that he sometimes enters a peculiar state during the game, at this time he feels that his shooting feeling is extremely silky, he calls this feeling ZONE.

Han Fei wants to take advantage of this momentum to challenge a more difficult repertoire, if you don't measure yourself, you can't do it, just do it.

"HN Song", kneaded the strings and opened the whole song.

The melody came out slowly, Han Fei was a little excited, but the movements in his hands began to be disordered, "Crunch-" sound, the bow pulled out a harsh sound, Han Fei finally stopped, and sure enough, it still didn't work.

An accidental state explosion does not mean that Han Fei has always been able to maintain a strong strength, an invisible ceiling is on top of Han Fei's head, after all, he is not the chosen son of A Bing's predetermined fate.

Han Fei has a number in his heart, one year flute two years of sheng, three years of erhu humming, industry rumors are honest and do not deceive me, sure enough, he is still too young, too simple.

However, tonight's sudden good state made Han Fei's concept begin to change a little, and the balance of choice slowly tilted to the other side, maybe, it can really be a new way?

……

Star City, a dormitory in Xiaoxiang University.

Han Yu was lying on the bed reading "Introduction to Communication", her roommate was bored and scrolling through posts on the Tianya forum, and the whole dormitory was quiet.

"Ah, so handsome, so handsome, Han Yu, hurry up and take a look. The roommate suddenly screamed, and the peaceful atmosphere was broken.

"Li Min, you're crazy, ghosts shouting and screaming. ”

"Come and see, handsome guy, if you don't look at it, you will definitely suffer. ”

"What handsome guy is so evil, can he catch up with Wu Yanzu by half?"

Han Yu put down the book, dragged a chair over, and sat in front of the computer. I saw a title hanging on the screen: Brother Rice Noodles, this is the only one who can wear a school uniform so handsomely.

Han Yu snatched the mouse and slid the wheel down to look at the picture of the landlord. Picture 1 is a full-length photo, a young man wearing a blue and white school uniform T-shirt holding a fence in one hand and rice noodles in the other hand is about to put it in the pot;

Li Min followed Han Yu to read the post again, and said with a on his face: "Oh my God, this little brother is so handsome, and his smile is so infectious, my girlish heart is about to burst." ”

Han Yu didn't say anything, and Li Min continued to chatter next to him: "Eh, why don't you react at all?

"You send me the URL link on QQ, and I'll go home." ”

"Tsk, what about immunity? Why do you have to be secretly watching alone. ”

"Send it to me, Da Minmin, don't be verbose. ”

"Okay, okay, I'll send it to you right away. ”

Han Yu cleaned up, carried his bag and went out, leaving only his roommate still posting.