Music is art in itself.

Art needs talent, comprehension, and even more so-called divine aura.

In the past, Zhou Yang has always been a dead person.

It's the same with everything, if you don't know it, you will delve into it, even if there is a wall in front of him, he will use his head to break it apart or break his head and bleed.

Afterward......

He understands that many things are completely useless, not only will they not be able to break through the south wall, but they will also make themselves fall into a daze and go crazy.

Inside the Huaxia National Theater.

Contemporary music masters are disassembling the collaborative scores of various instruments in "My Motherland" over and over again.

Harp, sheng, flute, erhu......

Zhou Yang seemed to be in the midst of a dazzling array of musical instruments, and was dazzled.

Instruments are naturally the same, and many scores are universal, but when you really play them together and make people emotionally resonate, you will realize that every melody and every note is not simple.

"It's been two days......"

"He didn't seem to say anything, he stayed here all day, he didn't take the initiative to communicate with us, and he asked him questions like a novice who didn't know anything......

"His foundation is not very good, he seems to know little about some musical instruments, I have observed him for a long time, and I can't find anything outstanding about him, it seems that he is not as good as those music students I took before."

"Although we have a saying in China that people cannot be disguised and the sea cannot be measured, but ......"

"He really doesn't look like he can make a famous song in my opinion!"

The coming of the saxophone master Kenneth really shocked the suona master Tong Yuan, and even felt that Zhou Yang was covered with an inexplicable aura for a while.

But after getting along with Zhou Yang for two days, that layer of aura was shattered in an instant.

In the music industry, she can't even see that Zhou Yang has any, even the slightest unique talent.

Words and deeds, understanding of music, cognition of musical instruments, and even the splitting of song scores and understanding of timbre, she only felt mediocrity and ordinariness in Zhou Yang.

It's like a layman who has only been studying music for a year.

But this layman can create an amazing tune.

"Perhaps, he is really an ordinary person......"

After hearing Tong Yuan's doubts, erhu master Zhang Zunlian subconsciously looked at the corner of the stage, the young man who was staring at the famous instrument masters rehearsing the repertoire, but he was sitting silently on the side in a daze.

He has always believed that the creation of music requires talent and experience, and a young man in his early twenties will not be able to write a song like "My Motherland" under any circumstances, at least in his cognition.

"Then why ......"

"I don't know, let's see."

Zhang Zunlian shook his head, then picked up the erhu and walked towards Zhou Yang with a smile.

When Zhou Yang saw him coming, he immediately stood up and shouted, "Teacher Zhang." ”

The words are very respectful.

Although Zhang Zunlian has a skeptical attitude towards Zhou Yang's talent and incredible creative ability, he has to admit that he has a good impression of Zhou Yang.

This young man is very emotional and very respectful to everyone, especially after standing in front of you and looking at you with sincere eyes, you unconsciously want to talk to him.

"My Motherland" runs through the whole [Zhang Xia Artistic Achievement Concert], the beginning is the melody of the instrument and the chorus, and the end part is Zhang Xia coming out with the apprentices and singing the song together, so the most important part of the whole concert is the beginning and the end.

If in these two links, the heavier one is heavier, then the beginning is slightly heavier than the end.

After all, the idiom "preemptive" is also very applicable in the music industry.

Zhang Zunlian showed Zhou Yang the "Erhu Score" he had compiled, and talked to Zhou Yang about his concept of playing a two-word ensemble.

Zhou Yang was still the same as before, and fell into silence after reading the score, as if he was desperately digesting something, until Zhang Zunlian finished speaking, Zhou Yang was still thinking deeply.

Zhang Zunlian didn't care, he was used to Zhou Yang's reaction, he just patted Zhou Yang on the shoulder, said: "Don't be too tired" and returned to his position, and began to think about the scene during the rehearsal.

Although the suona master Tong Yuan felt that it should be useless to find Zhou Yang, she finally came over and brought the score to Zhou Yang to see.

The suona in "My Motherland" is very important, especially when the melody sounds, it will render all the emotions in people's hearts and drive the overall atmosphere of the concert.

Zhou Yang is the "original" of "My Motherland", Tong Yuan naturally wants to tell Zhou Yang his understanding of suona scores, and ask Zhou Yang's opinion.

I was disappointed with the results......

Zhou Yang didn't have any opinions.

Just scratched his head and stared blankly at the score.

After Tong Yuan looked at Zhou Yang's appearance, the sense of doubt in her heart became stronger, and she even wondered if Zhou Yang was the "original" for a while.

Sunset.

Another day passed in a hurry.

It's getting longer and longer until the concert starts.

Zhou Yang seems to be a marginal figure, at first these masters could still talk to Zhou Yang, but after two days, they began to look for Zhou Yang less often.

Even after the end of the day, some people couldn't remember whether Zhou Yang had been here or not, and what he had done.

Kenneth is not like these people......

After only seeing Zhou Yang and chatting about "Going Home", he never came to the Huaxia National Theater again, and he didn't even use the StarWorld Hotel arranged for him by the leaders of the Huaxia Music Association.

Today in Yanjing, tomorrow I went to Xiangnan, the day after tomorrow I went to an unknown small county in Zhejiang Province to eat barbecue, and in the afternoon I left for the Bund in the magic capital to take pictures......

It seems that coming to China is not to pursue art, but to eat, drink and have fun at your own expense.

It wasn't until July 25, when the first rehearsal of the concert began, that he took his assistant and John with him. William Puss wore a straw hat and floral pants to the training room of "My Motherland", changed into a chorus clothes, and asked the team not to line him in the center of the conspicuous part, but to line up in the corner, after roaring twice, he felt very immersed.

The concert, which everyone was waiting for, was, for him, a game.

"Many people understand music as an art, and think that it is a solemn, rigorous, and high-end listening experience......

"But the so-called art, the so-called music, are all defined by man......"

"You can play music very seriously, you can play music, you can play with a stiff face, you can play with a hippie smile......"

"It doesn't matter, something that is too rigid can only lose its aura."

By chance.

Zhou Yang heard him talk to John. After William Pus said such a sentence, Zhou Yang's heart shook slightly, and he felt that his head vaguely seemed to be enlightened.

It was a strange feeling, as if he felt a light churning in his mind, and then turning over and over again, making his tense nerves begin to relax gradually.

Kenneth said so, but as rehearsals were about to begin, he abruptly gave up on the idea of singing in the crowd.

He is an American, and he sings "My Motherland" with a group of Chinese people, there will always be a sense of disobedience, and the era expressed in this song is anti-American. Aid. The years of the dynasty......

He added an inexplicable sense of joy, and if he didn't do it, it would affect the atmosphere of the whole song......

…………………………

On the afternoon of July 25.

The first rehearsal of "My Motherland" is finally about to begin.

The musicians sat on the stage and began to tune their instruments.

The national choir and some of the stars took the sheet music and watched it over and over again, simulating the singing.

The conductor at the beginning of the music "My Motherland" is named Qiao Yu, who is 80 years old this year, and is the earliest and most outstanding generation of musicians in China.

Although he was very old, his steps were unusually steady, and after he walked to the podium step by step with gray hair, he tapped the baton.

At the solemn scene, some people felt nervous, and as the lights dimmed, the hearts of those famous musicians inevitably felt a little turbulent.

It seems to be a grand event.

As the baton fell, Tong Yuan picked up the suona and began to blow selflessly......

The beautiful and uplifting melody reverberates throughout the concert hall, accompanied by chorus, pushing the melody of the whole song to a very strange height.

However, after the first performance, Tong Yuan inexplicably felt empty in his heart.

It's not just Tong Yuan who feels empty, but also the erhu master Zhang Zunlian, obviously everything is fine, all kinds of atmosphere and accompaniment are very good, but they feel that there are shortcomings, or rather, something has not been rendered in place.

The second time they played, they still had this problem, the seemingly perfect chorus could also make the audience emotional, but when they saw the rehearsal in front of the camera and the sound of the instruments, they realized that the atmosphere of the whole music was not yet rendered.

I spent an afternoon rehearsing.

The coordination between the instruments also began to gradually become wrong, and they tried to find the reason, but after searching for a long time, they still couldn't find it.

Evening......

After the last recital......

"The score is wrong, I have to change it again, everyone's score is taken out and looked......" Conductor Qiao Yu knocked on the board, keenly aware of the reason.

It was raining heavily.

The score of "My Motherland" was discussed again under the leadership of Qiao Yu.

In fact, these are very normal, every perfect concert is preceded by rehearsals and run-in in all aspects, even these famous musicians are not exempt from vulgarity.

The discussion continued until ten o'clock in the evening, when everyone began to get tired.

Just when everyone was going to comb through the score again tomorrow......

Zhou Yang, who had been staying in the corner and had never spoken, stood up.

"Teachers, or ......"

"Hear what I think?"

“……”

The exhausted musicians turned their heads to look at Zhou Yang, only to see the young man suddenly come out of the darkness.