The guzheng player on the stage is dressed in a rose-red silk Tang costume, calm and restrained, and the sound of the qin is high and elegant.

Bai He couldn't help but say: "This performer is quite similar to Mr. Big." ”

"He is Mr. Zhou, the successor of Qin Zheng."

"What is Qin Zheng?" Bai He is diligent and inquisitive.

"It is the Shaanxi Zheng School, Shaanxi was called the land of Sanqin in ancient times, and the Zheng music that spread in Shaanxi is called Qin Zheng."

Qin Xiaojin patiently popularized science: "The traditional Zheng music was divided into two schools, the north and the south, and later in the first national guzheng textbook symposium, there was a vast nine schools of China, Shaanxi Zheng, Henan Zheng, Shandong Zheng, Chaozhou Zheng, Hakka Zheng, Zhejiang Zheng, Fujian Zheng, Mongolian Zheng, North Korean Zheng ......"

Qin Xiaojin treasured it, and Bai He smiled like a flower and said: "Plus your Qin family's cloud zheng, it happens to be ten factions, and it has become perfect." ”

Qin Xiaojin was a little weak by that smile, and hurriedly turned his gaze to the stage again.

The performer on the stage sang "Qin Tuqing" like a cry, and the feelings of being in a foreign country and missing their homeland and relatives in the song were not only displayed to the audience in the zheng, but also vividly expressed in the performer's expression and performance.

"Mr. Zhou's "Qin Tuqing" uses the characteristics of local music in Shaanxi, which is not only a representative repertoire of the Shaanxi Zheng School, but also a famous song in the entire Zheng music."

Qin Xiaozu introduced the performers on the stage with an expression of admiration on his face.

"Mr. Zhou, his father and sister have been committed to promoting the Chinese Zheng to the world, and have played a significant role in promoting the Guzheng to the international stage.

Bai He nodded: "After all, the simple notation is now only used in our country, and the stave is commonly used all over the world." ”

"I once taught a foreign student abroad, and he couldn't read it when he got it, but he was easy to understand when he turned it into a stave."

Qin Xiaojin was a little surprised after speaking: Hey, how can you chat with a layman and have a common language?

Qin Xiaojin couldn't help but peek at Bai He, she was staring intently at the stage, with a fascinated smile on her face.

Is this the standard smile of a nymphomaniac?

Qin Xiaojin stared at Bai He and frowned, but Bai He suddenly turned around at this time, which startled him.

"You're peeking at me?" Of course, Bai He found out and pointed it out directly.

"Where?" Qin Xiaojin's eyes flickered, and he turned his gaze to the stage, his cheeks burning obviously.

Mr. Zhou on the stage had finished the performance and was getting up and bowing, and Bai He and Qin Xiaojin all applauded with the audience.

Bai He said: "If what you just said is true, then Mr. Zhou's father, Mr. Zhou, can be called the chief designer of the reform and development of 'China Zheng'." ”

Qin Xiaojin: "...... "Is there any benefit in me lying to you?"

The recital continued, and Mr. Zhou, who walked off the stage, left the scene and met Qin Shanhai as soon as he walked out of the side door.

"Brother Shanhai!"

"Xiao Zhou!"

Qin Shanhai greeted Mr. Zhou warmly.

"I'm just about to go in and watch you play, how many shows are you?" Qin Shanhai asked.

Mr. Zhou smiled: "I just finished the performance and got off the stage." ”

Qin Shanhai: "......" is so embarrassing!

"I just came out to be busy, I didn't expect you to finish the performance......" Qin Shanhai explained embarrassedly.

He's just getting angry outside the door!

"Are we still afraid that we won't have a chance to watch each other play? When my concert with Li Qingfeng, Jiang Xixi, and Chen Weimin was held in Cloud City, I will send you tickets. Why don't you just invite you to join in, and call it 'Zheng Xing Wufang'. ”

"Okay." Qin Shanhai showed great interest.

"Then it's settled."

Mr. Zhou thought for a while and said, "Last time Mr. Qin passed away, it happened that my father also passed away, so I couldn't go to Yuncheng to attend Mr. Qin's funeral, please bear with me." ”

"Each other, each other."

Qin Shanhai patted Mr. Zhou's shoulder and said with emotion, "Ling Zun's death is a huge loss in the guzheng world, Qin Zheng is the earliest and longest school in the guzheng genre, once brilliant, once declined, and even once became a masterpiece. Ling Zun was the first to put forward the idea of 'Qin Zheng to Qin', and for the revival of Qin Zheng to fight for a whole Jiazi, now Qin Zheng is shining again, Chinese Zheng to the world, Ling Zun's credit to each of us will keep in mind. ”

"Mr. Qin and his father are pioneers in promoting the Chinese Zheng, the older generation has left, and our middle generation will take over the banner and pass on the national art from generation to generation."

Qin Shanhai thought so: "Life has an end, and there is no end to travelers." ”

The conversation was interrupted by a female voice.

"Mr. Qin, the playing zither I brought with me actually fell off, and soon it will be my turn to go on stage, can I borrow the piano from Mr. Qin?"

A very gentle female voice comes from a very soft woman, and her gentle temperament is as gentle as water with the unique grace of Jiangnan people.

"Okay, I'll pick one." Qin Shanhai said goodbye to Mr. Zhou.

Mr. Zhou made a "please" gesture and watched Qin Shanhai and the lady leave.

Qin Shanhai took the woman to his piano room and said: "The zithers here are all 'Dunhuang' playing zhengs, you can try one yourself." ”

"Time is pressing, I'm afraid I can't try them one by one, Mr. Qin, these guzheng are yours, you are most familiar with them, I will play the stage in a while is our Zhejiang school's "Alpine Flowing Water", which guzheng do you think is suitable?"

The woman was obviously anxious, but she still spoke slowly, gently, gently, and tactfully.

So, Qin Shanhai picked it up......

The concert site has reached the last program: the ensemble of Qin Hu, Qin Xiaojin, and Gong Yi "Unforgettable Tonight".

Familiar melodies filled every corner of the hall, causing everyone to hum along.

The white lotus held Qin Lang and Qin Langhua and gently shook their bodies with the melody.

Qin Langhua had fallen asleep in Bai He's arms, and Qin Lang was still immersed in the performance on the stage, his eyes were blazing.

"What's your favorite song of the evening?" Bai He asked Qin Lang.

Qin Lang pointed to the stage: "I like this one the most." ”

Bai He smiled dumbly, Qin Lang is still young, and his artistic cultivation is not enough, it is understandable that those profound Zheng songs cannot appreciate the essence of it, and even, the high and low songs, only the popular ones can be passed down for a long time.

Bai He's thoughts drifted away, and the performance on the stage had come to an end.

On the same stage with his two proud protégés, Professor Qin Hu was full of emotion, and when she got up and bowed after the performance, she couldn't help but have tears in her eyes, and gave a big hug to Gong Yi and Qin Xiaojin respectively.

After hugging Qin Xiaojin, Qin Hu couldn't help but take Qin Xiaojin's hand and said to the audience: "The third generation of our Yunzheng, my Xiaozu is finally back!" ”

In the thunderous applause of the audience, Professor Qin Hu had laughter and tears on his face.

Aunt's excitement made Qin Xiaojin, who was like a son, feel very fluctuating, if he said that he was sorry for anyone in the past ten years, it would be his aunt.

His aunt raised him and taught him Zheng herself, she was a teacher and a loving mother.

And his decision and practice of going overseas finally hurt his aunt's heart, but his aunt unconditionally indulged him.

Thinking of this, Qin Xiaojin hugged Qin Hu again and whispered in Qin Hu's ear: "Auntie, I'm sorry, I love you......"

Although the voice was very soft and soft, Professor Qin Hu kept nodding his head and patting him on the back, indicating that she heard all his thoughts.

Seeing the scene of the mother's kindness and filial piety, Gong Yi on the side always applauded vigorously, his face was a smile of relief, and his eyes were moved tears, but his mood was also a little inexplicable, and he couldn't tell whether it was envy or jealousy.

How can students and teachers compete with each other?

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