Chapter 118 Qin

After knowing something that is completely contrary to one's three views, people will become overwhelmed and afraid, which is an innate fear of the unknown. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

After reading it, Wang Yao's hands trembled all over his body, his whole body was as cold as if he had been doused with ice water, and he endured the tumbling in his stomach and the discomfort of his body, Wang Yao continued to watch.

The second example is called the human bear, and it is also the Kangxi period, there is a beggar in a city who leads the bear into the city, this bear can write and write poems, but can not speak, someone rewards, this human bear will write a poem, and over time, there are good things that will be specially made to let the bear inscribe and write poems.

Once a beggar went out, there was a talented man in the city to ask for poetry, but the bear wrote a line, saying that he was from his province, and was captured by human traffickers when he was a child, and made him mute with dumb medicine, and then hunted a wild bear, pierced his whole body skin with a needle and wrapped it in bear skin, and the bear skin and human skin grew together and became a bear man, and earned dozens of family fortunes for the beggar for decades.

Wang Yao closed the book, because he really couldn't calm the churning and tyranny in his heart, just like the last time he injured the group of beggars, the feeling of blood rushing.

Wang Yao put the book back in its original position, gasped twice, and turned pale.

These things are the evils of human nature that he had never understood in the library before, and what evil beggars have lost their humanity under the trend of money and interests, and have become a monster, and I don't know how many human tragedies have been caused since ancient times, and families have been ruined.

The trafficked children recorded in this book are all from good families, otherwise they would not be able to read and write, so they will be targeted by these bad people who have lost their conscience.

Wang Yao couldn't help but shudder, it turned out that studying in ancient times would be so risky.

Wang Yao's brain was running rapidly for a long time, and finally gradually calmed down, glanced at Xu Feng and Mao Weitao, who were still discussing things, did not bother, and looked at Xu Qingmei who was writing along the ink fragrance, just as He Saifei beckoned to him.

"Didn't you say that you could draw and write, what do you think of my sister Xu's handwriting?" He Saifei hugged Wang Yao's shoulder and smiled.

The smell of perfume on He Saifei's body made Wang Yaodi feel a little relieved, and he looked down at the words Xu Qingmei was drawing.

The words of women and men are easy to distinguish, and there is also some relationship with the physiological structure, most of the men's words are called loose, outward, and the women's words are tight and restrained.

Xu Qingmei's handwriting is very beautiful, revealing a calmness that has been practiced all year round, even if she is stared at by Wang Yao, she will not tremble when she puts down her pen.

But Wang Yao didn't know those words.

"What kind of word is this?" Wang Yao looked at the words that he couldn't find in his memory, and suddenly felt that he was illiterate.

"This is a guqin score, not a word. He Saifeijiao smiled and knocked on Wang Yao's head, "It is a text sheet created by the ancients to record the piano score." ”

"But how do you pronounce it? I don't even have a pronunciation. Wang Yao was puzzled.

"Guqin notation was created based on hieroglyphs. Xu Qingmei put down the pen and explained, pointing to the word she had just written, the following 'wood' and 'one', the upper one 'clumsy' and the lower one 'four' composed of strange words, "This word should be analyzed from two aspects, the top is the fingering of the left hand, the 'clumsy' is the fingering, the 'four' is the fourth string, the lower 'wood' is the fingering, and the 'one' is the first string." ”

After listening to the explanation, Wang Yao instantly had the illusion that he was really illiterate, and looked at the somewhat yellowed guqin score.

"The host triggers the 'Guqin Subtraction Score' task to collect the basic information of the Guqin Character Score (0/100)"

The system that hadn't appeared for several days came out again, making Wang Yao almost forget its existence.

Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting have become the four good things of elegance, which are the four most representative cultures of Chinese civilization from ancient times to the present, all of which carry the weight of thousands of years of culture.

After Wang Yao has experienced the literary atmosphere of calligraphy and painting, he now has a special affinity for the piano score, he watched Xu Qingmei describe the piano score, and felt similar to calligraphy, but it was very different, when writing calligraphy, he would not be able to write with one spirit and spirit, but Wang Yao felt that the feeling of describing the piano score seemed to be more natural and relaxed, like a feeling of being outside the mortal world.

Calm, this is Wang Yao's biggest feeling when he looks at Xu Qingmei's description.

Wang Yao hesitated for a moment and asked, "Classmate Xu, can you teach me?"

Xu Qingmei shook her wrist and said with a smile, "Of course you can." ”

"Do you want to learn to draw music, or do you want to pick up girls?" He Saifei, who was sitting on a chair bored and peeling oranges, raised his eyebrows, and shook his upturned white legs and said with a smile.

Xu Qingmei and Wang Yao's cheeks flushed at the same time.

Xu Qingmei glanced at He Saifei in annoyance, and took out a book from the drawer and gave it to Wang Yao, "This is a primary score, there are dozens of guqin fingering techniques in it, you can describe this first." ”

Xu Qingmei said and squatted again, picking up a pile of waste manuscript paper that seemed to be abandoned from the rattan bucket under the table, "These are all old man's wasted manuscript papers, let's use this to practice, and compare waste paper with tracing." ”

Wang Yao nodded, those waste papers are sorted out, and most of them only write a comparison and don't want it, which shows that Xu Feng has an obsession with calligraphy.

But it's also quite wasteful, a few cents a piece of rice paper.

Wang Yao took out a soft hair from his back waist that was given by the Treasure Pavilion last time.

"You're prepared. He Saifei paused for a moment and said with a smile.

Xu Qingmei also looked at Wang Yao strangely, how could anyone carry a brush with him?

Wang Yao hurriedly explained, "Mr. Qigong asked me to carry a pen with me, so that I can feel the qi of the pen in my spare time." ”

"Feudal superstition. He Saifei blinked.

Sister said cautiously. "Xu Qingmei is colorful" The ancients wrote the pen as the pen of life, the insinuation as the pen of the song, the dragon flying and the phoenix dance as the wonderful pen, there is a god in the pen, and you can't say anything. ”

The orange that He Saifei stuffed into Yin Hong's mouth froze and blinked, "Hell, you two little husbands and wives are up?"

"What are you talking nonsense about, sister!" Xu Qingmei's face was slightly red, and she said helplessly, glancing at Wang Yao.

Seeing that Wang Yao was seriously looking at the book "Brief Meaning of Description", the brush in his hand was placed in the inkstone to polish the pen, his expression was not abnormal, and he couldn't help but feel a little delicate.

In fact, Wang Yao didn't notice He Saifei's ridicule, because he was reading the book seriously, more than 30 pages, and finished reading it in less than a minute, and understood some basic postures, such as 'wood' represents the right hand to play the word inward, and the fingering is erasure.

Wang Yaorun was full of ink, took the pen and drew a circle in the upper left corner of the first paper, and then began to draw according to the guqin score drawn by Xu Qingmei.

Xu Qingmei looked at Wang Yao's arm in surprise like a machine fixed in mid-air and did not move at all, her wrist trembled slightly, and beautiful words appeared under the soft tip of the pen, and they were extremely fast.

People who practice calligraphy know that calligraphy is mainly slow, and every stroke must be carefully considered, because the structure, arrangement and artistic conception must be considered, and there are few Wang Yao's 'sketching' methods, and it is very beautiful.

The size of those words was the same, and Xu Qingmei suspected that the spacing between the words was the same, which made her heart tremble.

"Are you a photocopier?" He Saifei looked at for a moment, blinking his big eyes and said.

"Let's not bother him. Xu Qingmei came back to her senses, pulled He Saifei to the other side according to her heartbeat, sat on a mahogany table, lifted the cover covering the guqin, and revealed a beautiful guqin inside.

He Saifei took a deep breath, "Like." ”

This guqin is made of the rumored Qi Nan wood, and the natural aroma is abnormal.

Xu Qingmei pursed her lips and smiled, looking at this guqin with love in her eyes, she wiped it on the silky strings with her bare hands, and the strings did not make the slightest sound.

Xu Qingmei looked up at the lampshade above her head, hooked the string with her left hand, and plucked it with her right hand.

Many people think that the guzheng and the guqin are stupidly indistinguishable, thinking that they are the same thing, but in fact they are not.

The first is the strings, the guzheng has 21 strings, the guqin has only 7 strings, and the second is the emblem, which only the guqin has, the emblem can make a string produce at least eight different overtones, although the guqin only has seven strings, but the subtle changes are infinite.

Then there is the sound, the same silk as the string, the sound of the guzheng should appear clear and lively, the sound disperses in all directions, but the guqin has a somewhat dull and hoarse sense of heaviness, not dispersed but echoes around the body.

The sound of the guqin sounds very lingering, very sad, very low-key, and very restrained.

The idiom of swaying back to the intestines comes from Song Yu Fuqin, and the beautiful man Song Yu's song "Gao Tang Fu" is all because it comes from the guqin, as well as the spring and white snow, and the high and low music are all related to this beautiful man through the ages.

So the sound of the guqin is very special and different from the feeling of any musical instrument, when the first note comes out, it is very catchy, but it makes people very uncomfortable, because it is a little depressing, but after a song, you can really feel what is called the aftersound.

Xu Qingmei's ten fingers are slender, or plucked, or outlined, or smoothed, as beautiful as a butterfly between two game flowers, and the leisurely popping up between the fingers seems to be like a river.

This is the famous "Flowing Water" in the guqin.

The meaning of the guqin is the most touching of all musical instruments, not only can there be auditory imitation, but also express a different scene in the audience's mind through the performer's state of mind.

This song "Flowing Water" will have different scenes when different people play it, some are rushing like the Hao Han River, some are thundering on the flat ground and stretching endlessly like a hanging waterfall, and some are like gurgling water, which is melodious.

Xu Qingmei's "Flowing Water" gives people a feeling of a gurgling stream, quiet and active.

Wang Yao's pen unconsciously began to change with the tune, and the lines were completely crooked by the tune, his original font was neat, but when the piano sounded, it unconsciously became soft and tactful, and it also made him recover from a certain venting scene.

Xu Feng and Mao Weitao, who were discussing the affairs of the troupe, also stopped, listening to Xu Qingmei's playing, and their faces were relieved.

Xu Feng has always been very proud of this granddaughter, who can endure loneliness and be able to learn an ancient music that few people mention in this era, as well as describe those tedious and boring piano scores.

"Meimei is playing the piano better and better. Mao Weitao exclaimed.

"It's okay. Xu Feng smiled proudly, saw that Wang Yao was still writing, raised his eyebrows slightly and got up and walked over, looking at which sheet full of piano scores written by Wang Yao.

The dense characters on a square piece of rice paper are neatly listed on it as if they were imprinted, which makes people feel a sense of dense phobia, but Xu Feng sees a trace of irritability in these words that have basically not changed except for the structure.

Xu Feng couldn't help frowning, looking at Wang Yao, who had stopped his pen and listened carefully.

What's wrong with this kid?