Qu Ning took Tang Key and asked her to bring the score of "Liang Zhu" and went to visit several famous musicians she had made appointments with in advance.

And the first place they set foot in was not a famous symphony orchestra apartment in Beijing, as Tang Jian imagined on the road, but on the contrary, it was a small courtyard surrounded by green mountains—judging from the quaint appearance of the courtyard and the faint sound of silk and bamboo, this family taught guqin, pipa and some folk music.

Although he couldn't figure out that Qu Ning Weishenme was going to bring her here, Tang Jian still didn't say a word, and according to her sister-in-law's wishes, he stood quietly at the door with her, listening intently to the smooth or perverse music coming from inside.

Qu Ning took Tang Key and waited patiently until the gray-haired old man in the room finished teaching this lesson, and said two words to the children, and then she led Tang Key to walk in lightly, and bowed lightly to the old gentleman first: "I've seen Mr. Ou." ”

The gray-haired old man obviously knew who she was, and hurriedly helped her up, and said in a trembling voice: "Your Royal Highness, how can you make such a great gift!" I can't afford to be old, I can't afford it! ”

"After Mr. Ou resigned from his position as a court musician, he lived in seclusion here to teach and educate people, and insisted on resigning all kinds of invitations to you from Japan, of course you can afford this bow," Qu Ning said to him firmly, and lowered his head again, "I know that your body has been very weak in recent years, and I shouldn't have taken the liberty to come to disturb you, but the matter of the sister needs Ou Lao to come out to preside, so I have no choice but to choose to disturb your purity, and I hope you Haihan." ”

At this time, Tang Jian curiously glanced at this old man with all white hair, but his eyes were still burning.

Qu Ning called him Ou Lao, and said the four words of court musician, Tang Jian vaguely guessed who this old man was: that was Mr. Ou Que Ruou, who had entered the palace to teach Chinese music in his early years, and later lived in seclusion in Beishan and was full of peach and plum in the music scene. It is said that this old gentleman is proficient in more than a dozen quintessential musical instruments, and is one of the most famous and influential figures in Chinese music.

However, this is also a very famous supporter of the royal family, although he retired early due to health problems, while imparting knowledge of musical instruments, he has been teaching his children Chinese studies, which also includes Confucius and Mencius's theory of serving the country and protecting the emperor.

Old man Ou squinted his eyes and glanced at Tang Key, and a slight glint flashed in his slender eyes: "Your Royal Highness Princess, forgive the old man for not being able to obey his fate." He said trembling and was about to kneel down, but Qu Ning's eyes were quickly grabbed by his hand, and the old man fell half-soft, crying above Qu Ning's arm, "Your Highness, if it is anything else, then the old man will obey." But His Royal Highness also knows that this national music is more important than the life of the old minister, and you want the old man to help score this tune, and this music will be popular again in the future, and what it hurts is still the national music of our country! Since the European style has spread eastward, music has become a subject of its own in those schools, but what they have learned is the piano and accordion, which can be described as a number of classics! The old man has lived in seclusion in Dongshan for so many years, and he teaches here, one is to retain the seeds of my country's essence, and the other is because it is located in a remote area, and the children are not easy to be polluted by those European winds and rains. How can it be that Western musical instruments have invaded the hearts of our people? I hope His Royal Highness can understand the hearts of his ministers! ”

Qu Ning helped him up, and a trace of irritability flashed imperceptibly in his calm eyes.

She glanced at the old man Ou, who was very ambitious, and sighed lightly, knowing that this old man was a stinky and hard stone in the pit, she still wanted to do Zuihou a try, after all, with this old man's status in the quintessential music scene, as long as he is willing to come forward to help with this, what she has to do in the future is to get twice the result with half the effort: "Old Ou, it's not difficult for me to be strong." In my opinion, some people have proposed before that middle school is the body, Western learning is for use, and it is said that the master is good at mastering the skills to control the country, and it is the same in the matter of music. If we blindly cling to the defects and refuse to accept the integration of Western music, and have to touch you to the death, I am only afraid that when we go to zuihou, we will lose both......" she swallowed the word zuihou - in fact, it may not be a lose-lose, but I am afraid that the quintessence of the country is declining, and Western musical instruments are becoming popular.

The so-called tolerance of the great power of the prosperous world has never been about excluding xenophobia, on the contrary, accepting and integrating Western affairs, removing the chaff, as she conceived, may be more conducive to the spread of the quintessence of the country.

After all, in the era she once experienced, the piano and violin became the most elegant performances, but the erhu and the like became "poor * silk", and even more quintessential musical instruments, which have since disappeared from history.

Qu Ning didn't want to see this, so she lowered her always proud head today, and spoke bitterly to this old man here.

But it's a pity that her hard work today is destined to be in vain.

Old man Ou was displeased, and waved his long sleeves: "Your Highness doesn't need to say much." In the old man's view, there is no Western music if there is Chinese music, and vice versa! If His Highness insists on this matter, the head of the old decrepit is here, and if His Highness is not satisfied, take it away! ”

Qu Ning sighed secretly, said kind words to appease a few words, and reluctantly led Tang Key out of the small building.

It wasn't until he stood on the pebbles outside the courtyard, looking at Qu Ning's somewhat gloomy, even slightly tired face, that Tang Jian tentatively asked her, "Sister-in-law, what were you arguing with that old Mr. Ou just now?" ”

Qu Ning raised the score in her hand, sighed, but regained her spirit in an instant, and replied: "I have already asked someone to send this score here to Ou Lao, so that he can pass it over, I want to pass on to him such a concept: If the melody of Yue Opera can be accepted by the piano, then is it not that the rhythm of the piano can also be integrated by our national quintessential instruments?" Piano and erhu, guitar and silk and bamboo orchestra, not so incompatible...... "In some popular music in later generations, composers still tried to integrate Chinese classical music with Western rhythm and rhythm, and some of them did a good job and were widely accepted. But it is a pity that Chinese pop music has never been able to be transmitted to Europe and the United States, but those English, French and German songs in Europe and the United States have been sung by countless Chinese people.

This is the sorrow of the quintessence of the country.

This is the regret that cannot be made up after holding on to the missing for too long.

The most regrettable thing is that even though she is a princess who cannot be disobeyed and should be respected and respected in the eyes of Mr. Ou, after reading the letter in which she personally expounded her theories and ideas, he still chose confrontation and stubbornness.

For such an old Ou, she can only say that she not only admires his persistence, but also laments his rigidity and old-fashionedness, and similarly, she also deeply regrets.

On the side, Tang Key's mouth opened wide in surprise, almost out of shape for a few seconds.

She couldn't imagine that behind her short-lived performance that successfully attracted the attention of many people, Qu Ning still had such a far-reaching plan.

But when she remembered Mr. Ou's attitude, she had no choice but to sigh lightly: "But it seems that Mr. Ou is not good here." ”

"Hmm." Qu Ning sighed helplessly: Sure enough, life is not as good as □□she wants, and it is impossible for everything to develop as she wants.

She turned her head to look at Tang Key: "It seems that we have to go a few more houses, can my sister still hold on?" ”

A well-behaved bright smile bloomed on Tang Key's face: "Sister-in-law, don't worry, I'm not tired yet." ”

"Good boy." Qu Ning touched her forehead lovingly.

***

Qu Ning took Tang Key and walked away with several houses.

One family, like Ou Lao, had no room for negotiation at all, so they turned them away. The other two are children learning the organ all over the yard, and there is a melodious and pleasant sound of the organ, Qu Ning stands at the door and listens to the half-sound, Zuihou goes in and talks with the young gentlemen inside, and then shakes his head helplessly and leaves.

She immediately realized a very serious problem: among the musicians she visited, none of them had considered the issue of "compatibility between China and the West", and none of them had considered letting the piano be used as the background to accompany the guzheng, or using the erhu and violin ensembles to play and so on. Chinese music and Western music can only choose one of the two, and it is impossible to learn from each other's strengths.

And many of her ideas, whether in the eyes of Westernized people or musicians who maintain tradition, are a kind of deviant and incomprehensible "impossible".

After visiting the family, Qu Ning stood at the door of the Zuihou family with Tang Key, and the music score in her palm had been pinched by her and was full of sweat.

Her eyes were even a little stiff, she glanced back at Tang Key, and there was even a faint hint of despair in her eyes: "Third sister, am I really wrong?" "Ten years ahead is a genius, a hundred years ahead is a madman, and her ideas will not be understood by people of this era, right?

Tang Jian watched her family come over, looked at her originally neat sideburns, and at this time there were faint beads of sweat, watched her initial cloud light breeze no longer exist, and looked at her A person who originally said that she "didn't know anything about music", but was running back and forth for things she didn't quite understand.

In the futility of her efforts, Tang Jian suddenly felt a liliang that made her heart beat - as if she had come back to life.

Obviously, she is the one who loves the piano, wants to make the music more perfect, and wants to rely on music to prove that she is still useful, isn't she?

Weishenme wants to ask someone else to run for her, to be busy for her, to work so hard for her?

Tang Jian heard a dry voice coming from her throat: "Sister-in-law, since everyone is unwilling to do it, let me start from scratch." I don't need everybody, I just need some...... Some little apprentices will do. As long as they are familiar with the instrument, open-minded, and willing to work with me and those who are learning Western music, I think we can start from scratch a little bit of shiyan, even if it doesn't work once, I still have time ......."

Qu Ning's eyes lit up, and she suddenly turned to Tang Key: "If you open this mouth, before you make a little progress, you can't leave it alone, and you can't be afraid of hardship and tiredness." ”

Tang Jian suddenly had a premonition of unhappiness in his heart: weishenme suddenly felt that his sister-in-law's eyes were very bright like a fox at this time?

But the words had already been spoken, and even the blood in his body seemed to be burning, Tang Jian was still silent and nodded.

The author has something to say: Anyway, it's my birthday today, and I wanted to hide from the lazy chapter...... I still couldn't bear it, so I wrote until 4 o'clock in the morning~~

So I went to sleep...... Well, can you ask for a lot of messages as a birthday gift?