95 On the bank of the nameless river, on a piece of bluestone, a lonely figure stood silently.

It has just fallen for the first time since the beginning of winter, and in three days, it will be the New Year.

The surface of the river has formed a thick layer of ice, and a thick layer of snow hangs on the dead branches of a few old willow trees not far away. As far as the eye can see, the land is vast.

There is a chill in the air, and even if you are wearing a thick down jacket, you will feel a trace of chill entering your body after standing outside for a long time.

"Sister Ya, unconsciously, you have been away for more than half a year. Are you looking at me? In three days, our Meizu iPhone will be launched. This first machine, I gave it a code name, called Yazhi, this machine, I made a gift to you, do you like it? Facing the vast earth, Liu Yufan muttered in his mouth.

What hit my face was a chill to the bone. A cold wind blew, mixed with a few snow particles, hit people's faces, and quickly turned into ice water.

"The company's business in China has plummeted to 40 percent, and this machine will become the last straw that overwhelms it. It won't take until the Spring Festival for me to kick the company out of China. Liu Yufan looked at the vastness in the distance and said quietly, as if he was talking to Sister Ya, and as if he was talking to himself.

"But that's not enough. I said, I'm going to pull the whole Sony company to give you a funeral! This mobile phone will bring countless wealth to the legend, and these riches will be turned into a knife and pierced into the heart of Suo Ni Company! Liu Yufan's gaze suddenly became sharp.

Not far away. A distant sound came, looming. Because the distance is too far, it is not very real to hear, but the melody gives people a sense of desolation, silence, and vastness! The sound of the flute was accompanied by gusts of wind, and there was a faint sense of integration with the heaven and earth. In an instant, Liu Yufan's mind was confused by the sound of the flute. Some get lost.

It's just that the sound of the flute is intermittent, and there are several breaths in between. It stopped abruptly, as if waiting for something.

"The sound of this flute should be in harmony with the piano. I don't know why it's only the sound of the flute. Liu Yufan thought silently in his heart.

In the past six months, he has been coming here for a walk almost every few days, watching the grass on the shore turn from green to yellow, but his state of mind has not been quiet for a moment. Sister Ya's shadow not only did not fade with the passage of time, but became clearer and clearer.

Every half a month or so, Liu Yufan can always encounter the sound of the flute, and sometimes he sees a flat boat as far as his eye can see. But more often than not, they only hear the sound of the flute and do not see the person. On two occasions, Liu Yufan also asked people to find a small boat and tried to find the person who was playing the flute, but it didn't take long to move forward. It's like encountering a labyrinth, the surrounding sky is vast, and I don't know where to go, and slowly, Liu Yufan gave up this idea.

He's naturally a big connoisseur when it comes to music, but in front of this flute. But he didn't have a sense of superiority. Liu Yufan is not specialized in wind instruments, but he can be sure that as long as this person is willing to come out to perform, with his songs, he will definitely be able to become a Taishan Beidou-level figure in the Chinese folk music industry!

"I don't know what kind of person it is to play such a mysterious tune." Today's song, obviously, Liu Yufan heard it for the first time, but when he heard the first sound of the flute, he judged that this piece must have been played by the person before. This unknown song seems to be integrated with this heaven and earth, interpreting the scenery at this moment perfectly! Liu Yufan was sure that he had never heard this tune, but the desolate and simple melody was only heard once, and he remembered it firmly in his mind.

"After all, this should be the third song I've heard." Liu Yufan took out the notebook he was carrying, brushed it down with a few strokes, and recorded the melody of the flute just now. With Liu Yufan's level of composition and ear power at the moment, Mo can say that it is a flute song with only a single melody, even if it is a piano piece, as long as its texture is not particularly complicated, he can also record the whole piece completely after listening to it once. This kind of ability seems a little incredible to ordinary people, but for those musicians, it is not very difficult to do.

Three miles away, deep in the middle of the lake, on a small isolated island covering an area of only a few acres, in a small pavilion completely made of wood and withered grass, an old man in a green shirt stood with his hands in his hands. He held a hole flute in his right hand, and the color of the bamboo was a deep reddish-brown, faintly revealing a heavy black light, which looked like it had been infiltrated for a long time.

In this cold day in the middle of winter, the old man only wore a single coat, but on his face, there was no hint of coldness, his complexion was ruddy and shiny, and he looked full of vitality.

Strange to say, with the size of this small island, if it is three miles away, there is absolutely no reason not to see it. However, more than ten feet away from the island, it is completely impossible to see the appearance of the island, as if there is a natural barrier to cover it.

The old man's eyes seemed to open and close, but three miles away, the young man's every move on the shore fell into his eyes.

Behind him, a woman in a blue cotton cloak sat quietly on a stone bench in the pavilion. In front of her, there is a simple guqin, the whole body of the piano presents a dark red color, and at its end, there are faint traces of burning.

"Qing'er, the person on the shore, do you deny it?" The old man turned to look at the woman who was stroking the qin and asked lightly.

"Teacher, Qing'er doesn't recognize him, and he has no impression at all." The stunning woman who was called Qing'er heard the teacher ask this question again, although she was a little impatient, she still replied.

He lingered here for half a year, looking sad, if it wasn't for the thought in his heart, he wouldn't have come to this. Half a year ago, I rescued you from the river, and when you woke up, you had no memory of what happened before, and I am afraid that you really knew this person, and I don't know. Don't you really want to meet him? Perhaps, he will be able to help you regain your previous memories. The old man said indifferently.

"No need. What about remembering? Qing'er now just wants to follow the teacher to learn the way of music and rhythm, and forget those things in the mundane world. The woman said, her slender hand was lightly raised, and with a light pluck on the strings, the guqin suddenly emitted a clear, vigorous, and rich sound.

Seeing that his student insisted on doing so, the old man was no longer reluctant. This is the contemporary master of the Tianyin Gate. He is a master of music and rhythm, but unfortunately he was born at the wrong time and is completely isolated from modern society. Fifty years ago, when the previous master, his master, was buried on this island, he has lived here alone. Living a life of isolation.

In modern society, technology is developing with each passing day, but those traditional things are gradually declining. Jianghu, sects, martial arts, and cultivation, these things have now been completely reduced to things in novels and movies, and how many people really know about their existence.

Tianyinmen, an ancient sect that has been inherited for more than 1,000 years, is at the peak of its heyday because it specializes in music and rhythm and does not like to fight with others. Not many people know about the existence of this sect either. Moreover, Tianyinmen accepts disciples very strictly, because of the rhythm of music, the requirements for people's understanding are very high, if there is no extraordinary talent, it is impossible to learn the inheritance of Tianyinmen. Therefore, this sect has always been very low-key, and the number of people is scarce, and sometimes, even one person passes from one person to another, if which sect master is not responsible. Or if you don't find a suitable disciple, it's likely that the sect will disappear. But fortunately, until the generation of the curtain is in the sea, the inheritance has never been broken.

Half a year ago, Murong Canghai rescued the woman from the water, and after treating her, he found that the woman had lost her memory, but to his surprise, she had a very good talent for music. For so many years, Murong Canghai insisted on going out once a year to find someone who was destined, but he never found it. It wasn't until the appearance of this woman that he gave birth to a glimmer of hope.

It's just that after getting along for half a year, Mu Rong Canghai slowly discovered that although this woman's understanding of music and rhythm is excellent, it seems to be a little short of his requirements. Take the song "Cold River Snow" just now, the sound of the flute in the curtain is rich and far-reaching, on the other hand, the sound of this woman's piano, although it can still be harmonious with it in rhythm, but in terms of performance skills and charm, it is still a lot worse. At this time, the curtain was even a little doubtful that he had chosen the wrong object.

It's just that although this woman's understanding is a little poor, her heart is extremely hard and patient, no matter how high the standard set by the curtain is and how difficult the song is, she has no complaints when she practices, and it is precisely because of this that the curtain has not given up her guidance. Of course, guidance is guidance, but the curtain has never been brought under the door. Otherwise, the woman would not call him the "teacher", but should be called "master".

"Forget it, whether you can enter my Tianyin Gate depends on your fate." The old man with the flute in his hand looked at the woman who was immersed in practicing the piano, ignored her, turned around and walked straight away, walking towards two thatched huts more than ten meters away.

On the other side, Liu Yufan left the nameless river and turned back to Legend Entertainment, it was already seven o'clock in the evening.

After a simple meal, Liu Yufan immediately walked to his piano room.

Although the spread of the Legend Group is now bigger, and compared with Legend Real Estate, Legend Technology and Legend Network, the profits brought by Legend Entertainment to Legend Group are not as obvious and main as before, but Liu Yufan is still used to treating this place as his base camp, and his office has never been changed.

This large piano room, located diagonally opposite his office, covers an area of nearly 200 square meters, and has undergone professional acoustic training, and its degree of professionalism is comparable to that of some small professional sound halls.

In the center of the room, a Steinway nine-foot grand piano sits quietly, with the lid open and a row of black and white keys glittering in a soft white light.

During this time, Liu Yufan was entangled in mundane affairs, and he was depressed for a long time because of Jiang Ya's accident, but no matter what the situation, he never interrupted his piano practice. Music, especially piano music, has become a part of his bones and blood.

It's just that now, more often than not, he plays some sad and sad tunes, and those joyful and passionate tunes are rarely heard from his hands. It's like Beethoven's "Passion" sonata, which he used to like very much, and he rarely plays it now. More often, he still likes to play songs like "Pathos" and "Moonlight".

As for public performances, he rarely participates in them now, and he has received some invitations one after another, but he has shirked them on the grounds that he is not feeling well. I used to love standing on the stage and enjoying the spotlights, flowers and applause. Now he seemed to have suddenly lost interest in all of this. His music is only for those closest to him. Even, sometimes, only for himself.

Stand quietly in the middle of the piano room. Liu Yufan was stunned for a while, and slowly took out a somewhat crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and put it on the music stand next to the piano. On that piece of paper, I wrote down a few lines of simple score, but there were no lyrics or song title, which was the unknown song that Liu Yufan heard when he was by the river this afternoon.

Slowly paced to a row of instrument stands on the side of the piano, on which many wind instruments were placed horizontally. Mainly qu flute and flute, but also some gourd silk and baou. In addition to practicing the piano, sometimes, Liu Yufan also likes to play a few ancient songs to express his feelings.

His footsteps. Staying on the far left side of the instrument stand, he took out a black-gray flute about one meter long and black and gray from the bottom row.

This is a bass flute in the key of A, using the finest purple bamboo, which is the top-of-the-line nine-section flute. The whole flute is densely packed. The workmanship is exquisite, and it is a rare boutique. At the bottom of the flute, the producer's signature is engraved, and it is the word "Madi".

Liu Yufan is Ma Huaiyuan's protégé, and he has had several encounters with Ma Di, the master of the northern flute. Ma Di also highly admires Liu Yufan's skills in playing the flute, and although the two rarely see each other on weekdays, they have never broken contact. And most of the flutes used by Liu Yufan here are also fine products that have been personally identified by Ma Di. Like the big A purple bamboo flute that Liu Yufan is holding in his hand at this moment, if it is placed on the market, the price of one is at least more than 2,000 yuan, which is still an appraisal in the usual sense. And for example, the market price of each flute in Liu Yufan's collection must at least double this standard, and it may not be able to be bought.

With both hands holding the flute, six fingers lightly covering the sound holes, feet naturally open shoulder-width apart, arms slightly open, and the body and body form the most comfortable 45-degree oblique angle. The lower lip is lightly pressed on the blow hole, which seems to be sticky, which is in line with the essence of "tight inside and loose outside" in flute playing. Liu Yufan has been immersed in wind instruments for several years, and all he has received is the guidance of famous teachers. If he is willing, I am afraid that after a few performances, he will be able to make a name for himself in the field of folk music.

I took a deep breath, and when it was seven or eight minutes full, the diaphragm muscles sank slightly, and a gentle and thick air flow slowly exhaled from the air mouth formed by my lips and poured into the hole.

A thick and long flute sound suddenly filled the more than 200 square piano room. Although there is no reverberation, the thickness of the flute itself is enough to form the most natural harmony, although it is just a simple melody, but the sound quality of the flute is vividly interpreted!

The melody is low, desolate, and simple, and with the rhythm of this flute, Liu Yufan's body sways freely, as if he is completely immersed in this ancient and vigorous tune.

After the song was blown, he stood there for a long time, silent for a long time.

"I thought that I was half an expert in wind music, but today I realized that my level is really not enough to see." Liu Yufan let out a long sigh and put the pipe flute back in its place. This song made him understand the gap between himself and the mysterious person he had never met, when he was playing it just now, although Liu Yufan also imitated the melody of that song at all, but it was in vain and without its spirit, listening to the tune he blew, how could he not find the kind of taste he heard at that time. Moreover, in a few of the sentences, when Liu Yufan was playing, he actually had a feeling of breathlessness. He was in the prime of life at the moment, full of breath, and with great skill, ordinary tunes would not have such a problem with him at all. To be able to make him feel this way, the difficulty of this song can be seen!

Although this problem can be solved by circulating ventilation, Liu Yufan knows that it is not the feeling he wants. Of course, when he heard this unknown song, he felt that the whole song was completed in one go, without the slightest reluctance, and he couldn't hear any stiffness in the ventilation, let alone any cyclic ventilation, in the final analysis, his skills were not enough.

However, this piece made Liu Yufan a little interested. It's been a long time since there has been a tune that has made him feel that way. It was the first time that he had mastered all the flute playing techniques and felt such a challenge.

"I don't know what kind of song this is, if I have time, I can discuss it with those friends in the flute world, maybe some of them know this song." Liu Yufan thought to himself. For some reason, he has an inexplicable liking for this unknown tune, and he has an urge to make it.

But at the moment, there is a more important thing waiting for him to do, because the most lethal stab to Suo Ni and other digital companies - the Meizu iPhone is about to be launched, and it is foreseeable that this will be another powerful earthquake in the digital product industry! (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )