Early on Sunday morning, Fang Yan and Yuan Yuan met at the old railway station in Jiangdong City, preparing to go to Lu Dacheng's house in the suburbs.

This railway station has a history of nearly 100 years, and the terminal building and platform exude an old atmosphere. In addition to freight, there are only a few slow trains to the suburbs. Fang Yan bought a ticket and stood in front of the building, only to see Yuan Yuan get out of the taxi and drag a heavy bag.

"What is this?"

"Canned, canned food I bought for dogs. Yuan Yuan gasped and said. The bag contained all kinds of canned dog food in large tin boxes, and she spent a lot of money.

"Oh. ”

There was a big wolf dog in Lu Dacheng's yard, and he was very friendly to Yuan Yuan last time. Fang Yan regretted it a little, he should have bought two bottles of wine for Master Lu or something. There was no time, and the two got on the train.

The sun shone softly on the ground, rows of trees flew by outside the car window, and green farmland and low-slung houses were seen in the distance. Butterflies flutter and chase above the flowers.

Fang Yan had an envelope in his bag, which contained 3,000 yuan in cash. He asked Lao Liu how much repair money should be given to Lu Dacheng, and Lao Liu thought about it for a long time and said this amount.

"A lot less?" Fang Yan asked. After all, this piano is worth 100,000 yuan.

"Oh yes, you'd better ask him first. You give him as much as he wants, listen to him. Don't give too much money. Lao Liu said. "Ayutthaya has a bad temper. ”

Fang Yan felt that Lao Lu had a good temper.

As soon as he entered the door, the big wolf dog recognized Yuan Yuan first, trotted all the way to greet her, and then stood up to pounce on her, snorting and snorting very affectionately.

"Rhubarb, you're so good!" Yuan Yuan was so happy that she took out a large box of canned food and poured it into its big bowl.

"Woo. Rhubarb said.

Lu Dacheng was sitting in the courtyard, holding the Martin limited edition guitar. He swept the strings with his pick, moving his left hand up from the low grip and playing each fret once before stopping. Fang Yan thought that Master Lu's guitar performance level was also quite high.

The restoration of the guitar was successful.

Lu Dacheng slowly told Fang Yan. The knobs were removed and wiped, but the knobs of this model had long been discontinued, so they were put back on. The frets have been replaced with brand new ones of the same model. The neck is adjusted. The surface of the guitar has the hidden danger of slight cracks, and it is completely repaired.

But the guitar is still very shabby.

The cracked patent leather was peeled off, the guard plate was not reinstalled, and some traces of friction and small bumps were not repaired. Lu Dacheng thought twice and did not repaint, otherwise it would affect the tone of the guitar.

The large mottled marks have the taste of time and are not unsightly.

"Thank you, Mr. Lu. ”

"Hey, brother, sit down, sit down. Give it a try. Lu Dacheng asked him to sit on his small horse, and he moved a small bench and smiled innocently on the side. It's a smile that is both humble and proud of old-school craftsmen.

This limited edition Martin is the same as the OM-28, with a narrower fretboard and comfortable left-hand strings. I just changed the strings with a new one, and there is a kind of brittleness that is unique to the new strings.

An empty string note pops out, like an explosion. Fang Yan felt that the sound shot out of the sound hole of the guitar, like a bullet, hitting the courtyard wall and bounced back.

The volume is very loud.

The larger the resonance cabinet of the guitar, the louder it will be. Yang Zhenyu's guitar is an imitation version of Yi Pufeng, 42 inches. And this guitar is only 40 inches, but its volume is ...... Almost twice as much as the former.

However, in the ruined piano shop on Tamsui Street, the band also played about 20,000 pieces of xylophones of the same level as the OM-28, but the volume was far inferior to this one.

The volume is loud, but the sound is clear and transparent, and the bass is not a little muddy.

Fang Yan quickly climbed the lattice, closed his eyes, and felt the feeling of pressing the strings under each lattice. The strings are placed very low, but there is no beating, which is the result of Lu Dacheng's careful tuning.

Before this, Fang Yan had never played an expensive musical instrument. He is like going from a picture tube TV to a 4K high-definition TV, and the resolution, contrast, and color gamut have been substantially improved. It's amazing.

And this feeling, I can't stop at all.

"So good!"

"Hehehe. Lu Dacheng pulled his beard and said with a smile. "This limited edition is made of good materials and has a classic design, so it's the best in its price range. I'll tweak it for you again. ”

Fang Yan began to improvise a piece of blues. The structure of the blues is relatively fixed, generally a 12-bar cycle. The blues scale has one more "b3 (flat 3)" note than the pentatonic scale of 1, 2, 3, 5, and 6, and sometimes #4 and b7 are added to make the colors darker and more sad.

Playing the acoustic guitar, the blues has the most flavor.

The sound is full of air, and each note seems to be superimposed with a faint shadow, open and stretched, and the light shines wantonly. Its sound is full of elasticity and texture, both soft and delicate, but also wild.

Fang Yan fell in love with this guitar completely, he quickly hooked the strings, the index finger and middle finger of his right hand pointed the strings, and added various overtones, fusing all kinds of techniques together, all pouring into the guitar.

Squeeze the potential of the guitar and eat it completely. He played for 10 minutes in one breath before stopping, stroking the guitar with satisfaction. The improvement of musical instruments has raised the expressiveness of music to a new level.

Love.

As soon as Fang Yan looked up, Lu Dacheng was looking at him blankly. Yuan Yuan and the big wolf dog were also stunned. There was still Lu Dacheng's daughter-in-law standing in the courtyard, and a young man in his 20s, all attracted by the sound of the piano and walked out.

Quack, quack, quack. The young man opened his mouth and slapped his face.

Lu Dacheng's jaw was about to drop to the ground. He couldn't have imagined that Fang Yan's guitar level was so high. A standard blues passage is wildly deformed, overwhelmed, and incomprehensible.

"You...... Who did he learn guitar from?"

Fang Yan was embarrassed, saying that he was self-taught. He stood up again and greeted Sister-in-law Lu. The young man's name was Daqing, and he was Lu Dacheng's apprentice, and he always smiled and didn't speak.

Fang Yan played the piano again, and Lu Dacheng enjoyed listening to it very much.

At noon, Lu Dacheng set up a small wooden table in the courtyard and left Fang Yan and Yuan Yuan to eat. Shallots mixed with tofu, fried peanuts, bamboo shoots and fried pork, and a stewed chicken with baby cabbage boiled in chicken broth. No one drank, Fang Yan ate very sweetly.

Lu Dacheng's words became a lot. He told Fang Yan a lot about wood.

Wood is the key to making musical instruments. For example, the core front panel of this Martin is North American spruce wood, and the sound travels extremely fast inside it, exceeding 5,000 meters per second. The speed of ordinary wood is about 3,000 meters per second.

Different wood has different acoustic impedances. The smaller the loss of sound, the higher the conduction efficiency. Different positions of the guitar require different woods. Some expensive wood is dried for more than 20 years before it can be used to make a violin.

"What if it's a cheap guitar, for example, a guitar for 1,000 yuan?" Fang Yan asked. He always plays the piano at this price range.

Master Lu waved his big rough hand and said, "That's not called a guitar." ”

“……”

After lunch, Fang Yan prepared to leave. Lu Dacheng never mentioned the money, standing at the door, Fang Yan had no choice but to ask: "Teacher Lu, I'll give you the repair fee." ”

Lu Dacheng was very simple: "Oh, you give me 100." ”

Fang Yan couldn't believe his ears, he thought, a set of Martin strings on the guitar is more than 100. Lu Dacheng gave the guitar a new life, but refused to charge. He was not wealthy, and fixing the guitar was his craft to earn money to support his family.

Fang Yan took out his mobile phone and sent a red envelope of 100 yuan to Lu Dacheng. He didn't have ink, and the men didn't need to say anything to each other.

"Come and play when you have time. I've always been there, and it's not far away. Lu Dacheng said with a smile.

"Teacher Lu......"

"Hey, don't be a teacher, listen to the students. Just call me Lao Lu. ”

"Brother Lu. ”

Fang Yan and Yuan Yuan took the bus back to the city, and they had mixed feelings along the way. He respects Lu Dacheng very much and wants to be his good friend. He just felt that his ability was too small to help Lu Dacheng make musical instruments.

Yuan Yuan said: "Teacher Lu and Aunt Lu don't seem to be on the Internet, and they don't know you." ”

"It seems to be. Fang Yan took his mobile phone and asked Yuan Yuan: "The one that Brother Lu just said is called Brazilian rosewood, right?"

"Yes. ”

After a search, Brazilian rosewood is an endangered tree species and has long been banned from logging. As a top-quality material for making musical instruments, the stock is very small, perhaps, only in the United States.

Yuan Yuan leaned on Fang Yan's body, flicked his ponytail around, and asked, "Why are you going to the United States to buy wood?"

"Kind of like that. ”

The car drove into the bustling downtown area of Koto. Fang Yan thought that one day he would go to Brazilian rosewood and ask Lao Lu to make a peerless musical instrument.

However, the United States is really still a little far away.