Can't use world famous songs, and can't use foreign folk music?

At first glance, it may sound like a difficult task.

After all, the general outline of these two repertoire basically includes all violin repertoire, unless Shen Wuhuan improvises a piece on the spot.

However, the improvised repertoire is inevitably not comparable to the well-crafted world famous songs, and it does not have the special charm of national music, so it is really not an appropriate thing to choose to improvise.

However, the students in the audience naturally wouldn't worry about Shen Wuhuan because of this.

After all, Huang Mengmeng may not know that Shen Wuhuan still understands our own folk music, but they don't know.

Isn't there anything in our country's music that can use vibrato?

Yes, of course, there is

It's just that even the most similar tunes have to be adapted, and some of the differences are very big, and they can't be simply copied.

Let's use an erhu analogy.

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However, there are three types of erhu trills.

One is the tremor of the original finger, and the sound produced by tightening and loosening is a vibrato.

The other is that the original finger is not loose, and the lower finger is quickly clicked to achieve the effect of vibrato.

There is also a vibrato that is produced by a quick flick of the fingers, which is suitable for playing open strings.

In this way, no matter which one of the three is used, it must go through a certain amount of thought, and it is not simply to take it.

Not to mention that this third type itself is similar to the kneading of the violin, and it can only be used as kneading the strings here.

But can this stump Shen Wuhuan?

"Okay, I won't choose either."

Huang Mengmeng's original intention was to embarrass her, let her discuss it with herself in a low voice, and this momentum will pass.

In the end, it's just for the sake of gas.

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"Please, the world's famous songs and folk music contain almost all the music known in the world, can you not recompose a piece on the spot?"

Huang Mengmeng exclaimed to herself.

"Well, I'm not going to do it again, but there's another way, isn't it, like dreaming about it?"

Dreaming about it?

Dream of you, a big-headed ghost

"Okay, let's start quickly, after the performance, our orchestra has to rehearse again."

After speaking, Shen Wuhuan walked towards Huang Mengmeng, "I didn't bring the piano today, so I'll use yours." ”

"Why should I lend you the piano?" Huang Mengmeng stalked his neck.

"You took away my piano before, and you don't want me to mention it for the rest of your life, so lend it to me honestly." Shen Wuhuan replied in the presence of the old god.

Huang Mengmeng suddenly lost her confidence and reluctantly handed the piano out.

Shen Wuhuan took the piano and stroked the surface of the piano to confirm that it was a handful

Well, an ordinary workshop piano.

If you think about it carefully, Huang Mengmeng's family has two international students coming out, and it is not the kind of money that cannot be spent, and the ordinary piano is normal.

However, Xin Xiangyang's family is not a rich man, and the piano is not particularly good, and the competition between the two is not very different.

"Look, this piano costs more than 600 euros."

Huang Mengmeng still used less than 500 euros last year, and this year it seems that she has improved.

"I didn't see anything, so I played it with your piano."

After Shen Wuhuan finished speaking, he began to introduce: "The song I played today, I'm afraid no one in this world has heard it except me, and what I want to tell is also the story of this song." ”

Is it over, isn't this a new song conference for Shen Wuhuan?

Shen Wuhuan stretched out his hand and gestured "2": "I heard this song twice. ”

"Everyone knows that my skills are much better than ordinary people, so do you know why I have such skills?"

Shen Wuhuan's sudden question stunned everyone present.

I don't know if she wants to tell a story or tell her own story.

"Is it through hard work?"

"Talented?"

Everyone has different opinions, but they are all telling their guesses in a joking tone.

Shen Wuhuan suddenly said seriously: "Actually, it's not, I learned these skills in a dream. ”

By this time, everyone knew that Professor Shen was telling a story.

"There is often a middle-aged man in a suit who plays the violin in my dreams, although I have never spoken to him before, but I always listen and observe from afar, his hands seem to have magical power, whether it is throwing a bow or a bow, it does not look like a person of our time, but it has a mastery far beyond the times."

The people present gradually listened and became fascinated.

"Every morning when I wake up, I can't help but recall what I have seen in my dreams, which is used as inspiration to improve my skills, and finally when I look around, there are very few people standing around me."

"But I was not satisfied with this, and finally one night, I let go of my reserve in my dream and walked forward to talk."

"'Hello sir, what if you could become a violinist like you?' The other party looked up at me, and suddenly smiled, showing his white teeth, this is the first time I have seen his appearance up close, it is a white man about forty years old, the high hairline and upside-down hairstyle are impressive, he put down the violin in his hand and asked me, 'You want to be a violinist like me There is only one way to go', I hurriedly asked, 'What way, I can give up everything for music!' ’。 'Give up everything? Then we can have a good talk, you happen to have what I need. I rejoiced, 'Well, whatever it is, whatever belongs to me, you can take it.' ’”

"After saying this, in an instant, I felt a chill all over me, and the man laughed again, but not like he had just laughed lightly, but laughed wildly, his neck leaned back, and the shadow shone on the distant wall, like a spear, and the hair on his head stood upside down, like two pointed horns, and just as I was chilled by his laughter, I saw him go from laughing wildly to just sitting quietly."

He picked up his violin and began to play.

"And the tune I hear comes from him."

Shen Wuhuan calmed down for a moment after telling the story.

There was silence for a moment, as if they were startled by the story she suddenly told.

Only Oriana seemed to think of something, but it felt somewhat strange.

After a while, someone finally timidly asked, "Isn't this story true?" ”

Shen Wuhuan just smiled and didn't speak, but he had even more doubts.

"And when was the second time you heard this tune?"

"What's the name of this song?"

Shen Wuhuan replied, "We'll talk about the second time, but I can tell you the name of this piece first." ”

"I call it 'The Devil's Trill'!"