The Book of Drums

On the crumpled and dusty cover, two words are simply written in block letters. The characters are written in traditional Chinese, very thin, very powerful, with a kind of charm of thin gold body, Liu Yufan can see at a glance that this is a handwritten book, not the kind of printed version.

The book is not thick, about seven or eight millimeters, it is very light in his hand, looking at the book in his hand, Liu Yufan feels a strong sense of history.

Gently turning the first page, on the yellowed paper, a line of beautiful fly-headed small letters met Liu Yufan's eyes. The characters are written in vertical layout from right to left.

Yu has been learning drums since childhood, and has traveled through several provinces with the opera troupe for decades, and has a lot of experience in drum music. Therefore, Yu devoted himself to several years, taking the folk ruler method and the oral transmission of drum music, and wrote a drum scripture, Mo Ting. ”

The introduction is less than 100 words, but Liu Yufan admires it. This is a veteran who is truly obsessed with music research. Looking at this book, Liu Yufan seemed to see the figure of Mr. Mo Ting working diligently under the lamp.

"Xiao Fan, give you this book. The second master doesn't understand the score written later, this book was left by a master who taught me to play the drums, if you can understand it, just keep it. The second uncle looked at Liu Yufan and said. In the past few days, Liu Yufan has learned from him, and he can almost replace him alone, this kid's unusually high surname on the drums also makes the second master love it. This book was also his beloved thing, and he took it out to study when he had nothing to do, but after all, he had never studied sheet music, he didn't understand music theory, and he couldn't understand anything other than the common terms used to play drums. Now that Liu Yufan's talent has been discovered, he has the idea of giving away books.

"This~~ Second uncle, this book is your treasure." Liu Yufan wanted to accept it, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was not appropriate, and said with some hesitation.

"What's the baby, it's not a baby, I can't understand this book, it's a stack of broken paper in my place, take it and take it!" The second uncle waved his hand as if he didn't care.

Liu Yufan knew that the second uncle didn't want him to be upset, and he didn't break it, he only kept the second uncle's cultivation in mind, and secretly thought that he couldn't spoil the book in his hand, and after thanking him, he accepted it.

Back home, Liu Yufan looked at this "Drum Sutra" like a treasure, flipped through it from beginning to end, Liu Yufan counted it, there were a total of 83 large and small drum scores recorded, there are complete sets of large scores, and there are only a few small sections of musical phrases, and the way of notation is really as said on the first page, it is a form that integrates the two means of ruler notation and folk oral tradition. It's a pity that Liu Yufan only knows a little about the ruler spectrum, but he doesn't go too deep. Therefore, he only knows the general principle of notation in the "Drum Sutra", but he can't read it.

"Alas, I still don't have a lot of knowledge about music theory. If only I had a copy of Basic Music Theory in my hand. Liu Yufan closed the book, and couldn't help but think of the book ordering with the bookstore owner when he went to the market years ago.

"I don't know if he'll be able to get his hands on it." Thinking of this, Liu Yufan really didn't have much confidence in his heart. Just because this place is too remote, the kind of more professional reference books, let alone here, I'm afraid that the Xinhua bookstore in the county town can't find it.

"Forget it, I don't want to think so much, let's talk about it when I have a chance." Liu Yufan also knew that this matter was not in a hurry, so he put the "Drum Sutra" on hold first. In the period before the start of school, he put most of his energy on getting familiar with those drum music segments, of course, Liu Yufan didn't think about making any name for himself in this area, but now he can't touch the keyboard, and he just uses drumming as a way to exercise his wrist.

After the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, according to rural customs, the year is over. However, for the rural areas that are mainly agricultural, there is little work in the fields, and it is still the season of "cat winter", and most people sit at home to play cards and watch TV.

However, the businesses in Zhumaying Street have been busy one after another.

On this day, Zhao San'er, the owner of Sanwei Bookstore, took the only bus in the town into the city early in the morning and began to buy goods.

Speaking of which, Zhao San'er's bookstore has been in Zhumaying Street for some years, almost the same time as the first batch of "old three" college entrance examinations. It is said that Zhao San'er is also a "cultural person", he used to have good grades when he was in school, but because he did not perform well in the college entrance examination, he fell off the list, and he was unwilling to do work in the field at home, and slowly became obsessed with martial arts novels. The conditions at home are not bad, and when his parents saw him like this, the surname Suo was left to him, and opened a book store for him on the street, renting novels, selling stationery, not to mention, the business was actually doing very well. Students from several schools in the vicinity of Zhuma Camp, as well as some young people in society who have nothing to do, like to rent books here to read. I read a dime a book, although the money is not much, but it can flow for a long time, and the income is not bad.

At that time, there were no so-called online novels in later generations, and most of the books available for rent were martial arts such as Jin Yong, Gu Long and Wen Ruian, as well as Qiong Yao's romance novels, which were almost the main spiritual food for young people in that era.

Of course, Zhao San'er also bought some reference books and the like, but most of them were for show, and many books couldn't be sold for several years.

After sitting in the car for more than three hours, Zhao San'er finally got out of the car that was crowded like a sardine can. Out of Haicheng Bus Station, Zhao San'er went straight to Longfa Wholesale Market. Almost all of his books here are wholesaled here.

Jianghai City, an ordinary coastal city in northern China, belongs to the earliest batch of coastal open cities. It's just that it's still in its infancy, and it's not growing fast, and there are only three main roads in the city, and most of the buildings on both sides are low-rise buildings from the 60s and 70s.

Longfa Wholesale Market is a large-scale wholesale market, covering an area of more than 10 acres, with more than 1,000 self-employed units, covering clothing, food, hardware, electronic products, stationery and other aspects, and is a veritable large-scale wholesale center.

At this time, there are no taxis, and the buses are not very convenient, but fortunately, the Longfa Wholesale Market is not far from Jianghai Station, and it is more than a mile away, and it doesn't take long to walk.

The Long Fat wholesale market is full of people, and it seems to be always the case all year round. Everywhere was the shouting of the stall owners, the sound of music playing on the tape recorder, and the sound of people choosing their goods.

Zhao San'er went straight to a shop called "Parkson Stationery and Sports Supplies Wholesale". This is a relatively large wholesale outlet, two-storey three-room house, with a total area of about three or four hundred square meters, which is divided into two large areas, the east side is all kinds of stationery and sporting goods, and the west side is the entire three walls plus four rows of large bookshelves, all of which are packed with books. Zhao San'er's bookstore is simply pediatric compared to this.

There were about seven or eight customers in the store, and it didn't look like a wholesaler, just individual customers. This is also a common occurrence. There are more books here than in Xinhua Bookstore, and many people who like to read books will come here to find books.

"How is Boss Li's New Year!" Zhao San'er saw a bald fat man sitting behind the counter holding a book, and walked over with a smile.

"Yo, San'er is here, hehe, the New Year is good, the New Year is good, and you are here to buy again?" The fat man put down the "Wesley" in his hand, stood up with a smile on his face, and handed over a "three fives" at the same time

"Boss Li is really good, he smokes outside." Zhao San'er took the cigarette with a smile, took out the fire and lit it, took a beautiful puff and asked, "Have you bought new goods?" ”

"Well, there's a big row over there, all of them are new, by the way, have you read Wesley's book? I've got a few copies, and they're absolutely good-looking! The fat boss picked up the book in his hand and shook it.

"Yes." Most of the bookstores are old bookworms, and when they heard that there were new goods, Zhao San'er hurriedly took the "Wesley" in Li Fatzi's hand, and was attracted after only a few pages, and even called for good books.

"You pick it yourself, and tell me when you're done." Seeing that Zhao San'er put down the book a little unsatisfied, Li Fatzi said happily.

About half an hour later, Zhao San'er returned to the counter of the fat boss with a stack of books, the latter did not raise his head, pointed to a saleswoman not far away and said, "Pick it up, old rules, how many sets do you need to tell Honghong." ”

"Hey, Derle!" Zhao San'er said, and then said to the female saleswoman who came over: "These books, bring me three sets of the same, and put them on." After speaking, as if he wanted to think of something again, he took out a crumpled book from the old leather bag, flipped through it, and then said to the fat boss: "By the way, do you have this book here?" ”

"What a book?" The fat boss said as he took the notebook in Zhao San'er's hand, looked at the title of a book written on it, and muttered.

"Foundations of Music Theory? I don't know what kind of book this is, if you go over there and flip through it, the reference books are all there. The fat boss pointed to the corner and said.

"Excuse me, what book did you just say?" A voice sounded behind Zhao San'er, and Zhao San'er looked back, but it was a customer in the store. An old man in his sixties, very thin, with white hair, but a pair of eyes that were very bright, was wearing a set of washed white blue tunics, and the whole person was very neat.

Zhao San'er was a little puzzled, because he didn't know this person, but he still said, "Oh, it's just this book." As he spoke, he handed over the notebook in his hand.

"Li Chongguang's "Foundations of Music Theory"? This comrade, who wants to buy this book? The white-haired old man asked with some curiosity.

"Ah, you ask this book, it's for someone to enter, I haven't even heard the name of this book." Zhao San'er said with a smile.

"Oh, that's right." The old man thought for a while, and then said: "Wait a minute, this book is difficult to find, I can't find it here, I just have one at home, and I don't need it now, since someone wants to read it, give it to him." ”

"Ouch, old man, you are such a good person!" Listening to the old man's words, Zhao San'er immediately raised his thumb and said.

"Hehe, don't dare to be, don't dare to be, you wait for me for a while, my house is not far from here, I'll go back and get it for you." The old man said, turned around and walked out of the store.

"You said that there are really such people, the first time they met, they actually gave a book to a person they had never met." Looking at the old man's back, Zhao San'er smiled and chatted with the fat boss.

"Oh, you said he, this old man is not simple, a cultural person, he usually comes to me, I heard that the person turned out to be a professor in a school in Yanjing, and he was persecuted during the Great Revolution and stayed here, alas!" The fat boss said with some emotion.

After a while, the old man returned, still holding a book with a brown cover in his hand. When he got closer, Zhao San'er could see it clearly, it was "The Basis of Music Theory"

"Hehe, comrade, you can help bring this book back, let him study hard. Unexpectedly, in this place, there are still people who know this book, alas! The old man's last sigh looked a little lonely.

"Okay, old man, don't worry, I'll take care of the book, you're such a good person!" Zhao San'er said with a smile.

Listening to Zhao San'er's words, the old man just shook his head with a smile, and slowly walked out of the bookstore with his hands behind his back.

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