Because of the 60th anniversary of the Conservatory of Music, the school attaches great importance to this musical performance, and every rehearsal will use a camera to film the rehearsal from beginning to end, so that the director who organizes the program arrangement can find out the shortcomings. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

When Zhang Haiping left the rehearsal site, after obtaining Guo Dalu's consent, he deliberately copied a video from the camera to his mobile phone.

At this moment, he knocked on the door of the teacher Wu Qingshan's courtyard with this video, and after the nanny opened the door, Wu Minxia and others next to him followed in.

It's not a very big, but extremely elaborate little yard.

The courtyard is full of flower pots, there are all kinds of flowers in the flower pots, and on the east side of the courtyard, there is a small pavilion made of grape trellises, Wu Qingshan is sitting under the grape trellises at this time chatting and laughing with a few other old people.

Wu Qingshan's face is thin, tall, his short hair has turned completely white, reflecting the luster under the reflection of the light, there is a small incense burner next to him, there are several long sandalwood sticks burning in the incense burner, the breeze blows, the sandalwood incense head flickers and disappears, and a very good smell of sandalwood has filled the entire courtyard at this time.

Sitting next to Wu Qingshan was a thin old man in a Mao suit, even if he was chatting and laughing with friends at his old friend's house, this thin old man was still dressed neatly, and his short hair was neatly combed.

This thin old man is Tang Haiwang, who is known as "Tang Pipa" in the industry.

At that time, it was he and Wu Qingshan who united a group of traditional music artists, and with their hard work, there was the revival of Chinese ancient music.

There are several old people sitting next to the two, there are men and women, with different temperaments, in the middle of these people, there is a round stone table, there is a big tea sea on the table, there is a purple sand teapot with a big belly and a small mouth on the tea sea, at this time there is a curling smoke slowly coming out of the spout, and there are several small tea cups in front of the teapot.

After Wu Qingshan entered the courtyard, one of the old women with an extremely elegant temperament walked out of the pavilion, "Pingyun, Minxia, why are you here at this time?"

Although the old woman was old, her eyes were full of eyes and her posture was graceful, and just by looking at her charm at this time, you could guess what a beautiful beauty she was when she was young.

This old woman is Wu Qingshan's wife Fu Qingying, a representative figure of the contemporary Wuzhong Qingshan School of painters, and a very famous female painter in the industry.

"Master!"

Seeing Fu Qingying coming over, Zhang Pingyun and the others hurriedly greeted him, and Wu Minxia hugged Fu Qingying and asked softly, "Teacher, are they all there?"

Fu Qingying said with a smile: "Today, Mr. Tang was given a bag of good tea, he refused to enjoy it exclusively, so he took out a part of it for everyone to taste. ”

She looked at Zhang Pingyun and asked in a low voice, "What happened, why did you come here at night?"

Zhang Pingyun hesitated: "There was a little problem during the rehearsal of the show today, and we came here this time to ask the teacher ......."

Before he could finish his sentence, Wu Qingshan's clear voice sounded from the pavilion, "What are you muttering?

He sat in the gazebo and didn't get up, just turned to look at Zhang Pingyun, "You come here!"

Zhang Pingyun's body trembled, glanced at Fu Qingying, and said in a low voice: "That master, I'm ...... I'll go first!"

He didn't dare to say more to Shi Niang, and hurriedly walked towards the pavilion, and several people next to him glanced at each other, and also walked towards the pavilion at the same time.

At this time, in the pavilion, there was not only Zhang Pingyun's teacher Wu Qingshan, but basically all the teachers present gathered here.

Since the teacher is here, they, who are students, have to come up and say hello anyway.

When they saw Zhang Pingyun, Wu Minxia and several other teachers from the conservatory coming over together, Wu Qingshan, Tang Haiwang, and Bai Qingyu were all slightly surprised, and Tang Haiwang said in a low voice: "What is going on? Why are all these little guys here?"

Wu Qingshan knew his apprentice best, and said angrily when he heard this: "There must be something that can't be solved?"

Bai Qingyu, who was thin and tall next to him, laughed softly: "My female apprentice Min Xia is also here, a group of people came here in the middle of the night today, and they are not afraid to disturb Brother Wu, it can be seen that the matter is not small!"

Yang Cheng, a piano master who was already bald, smiled: "Let's see what they say first!"

Just when a few old people were muttering softly, Zhang Pingyun had already walked to the edge of the pavilion, and he bent down and saluted to several old people in the pavilion: "Hello teachers, you really shouldn't ...... to disturb you so late."

Wu Qingshan shouted: "Okay, okay, stop talking nonsense, what's going on?"

When Zhang Pingyun saluted the old people in the pavilion, Wu Minxia and others next to him also bent down and bowed to greet the teachers, and they didn't dare to be rude.

Zhang Pingyun walked up to Wu Qingshan, and after a slight consideration of the sentence, he said: "It's such a teacher, the college is going to celebrate the 60th anniversary recently, and we also participated in the rehearsal of this concert, during the rehearsal process, the new director came to the stage to play two songs, one of which I think may be the long-lost "Guangling San" ......"

"What!"

Wu Qingshan's face changed color, Huo Ran got up, he looked at Zhang Pingyun, and said sharply: "What is going on with you from the beginning?"

Several music masters next to him also looked surprised, "Xiao Zhang, this can't be a joke!"

"How is it possible that "Guangling San" reappears in the world?

Several old men got up in unison and stared at Zhang Pingyun, "Boy, make it clear!"

Zhang Pingyun was sweating profusely by several old people, his brain was blank for a while, and he couldn't speak, after a while, when Wu Qingshan's face became impatient, he finally calmed down, turned on his mobile phone, turned out the video of the rehearsal, and pulled the video directly into the clip of Guo Dalu playing on stage, "A few teachers, you can just listen to it!"

Wu Qingshan is extremely shrewd, and when he saw Zhang Pingyun clicking on the video, he couldn't wait to fast forward the video, as if he wanted to hide something, and knew that there must be something wrong with it.

He looked at Zhang Pingyun, "Don't fast forward, I want to see what the hell is going on from the beginning...... Huh?"

At this time, in the video of Zhang Pingyun's mobile phone, Guo Dalu sat in front of the guqin, and his right hand suddenly slid a little, and a series of extremely smooth and crisp sounds like clear stream water flowed out of Zhang Pingyun's mobile phone instantly.

"Scratch the piano and try the piano?"

Wu Qingshan was moved, "Is there still such a technique in existence?"