There have been countless versions of "My Motherland" in the original world.

A version of the battle of the movie "Shangganling".

Outer part. A version sung by Grandma Yinglan in the fifties.

Many celebrities have sung the changed version in the follow-up......

However, the version that impressed Zhou Yang the most was that year, Grandma Guo held a "Concert of Artistic Achievements in Singing for the People" in the Great Hall of the People.

That year, on TV, the moment the suona sounded, Zhou Yang's goosebumps all over his body rose, his emotions followed the melody, and the whole person was so excited.

But......

At the rehearsal site of this concert, Zhou Yang found that he did not feel this way.

The melody of the suona is similar to before, it is still loud, and the faint shock is also extremely strong, but the mood only rises halfway, and finally falls.

When the subsequent erhu sounded again, a strong sense of separation permeated itself, as if the emotions had been faulted, and the suona and erhu not only did not blend, as if they were competing to show off their skills.

"Starting from suona, it seems to ...... Well, that Teacher Tong, why don't we change positions? Don't you sit here and move somewhere else? ”

"Teacher Tong, I think...... The last part of the suona doesn't seem quite right. ”

Zhou Yang's comprehension of music is okay for ordinary people, but in front of these masters, there is definitely a suspicion of having an axe.

But......

When the memory of the concert in the original world collided with the rehearsal in this world, Zhou Yang still recognized some different places.

For example, the position of the suona master Tong Yuan and the suona master in the original world seems to be different, for example, the end of the middle part of Tong Yuan's blowing seems to be different from the original world.

"What's not quite right? Is it in the score, or in the method of blowing? Tong Yuan looked at Zhou Yang's appearance and suddenly frowned slightly.

"It doesn't feel right." Zhou Yang shook his head after thinking for a while.

"What kind of feeling do you need to find?" After listening to Zhou Yang's ambiguous answer, Tong Yuan's brows furrowed even deeper: "Can you tell me in detail, is it a matter of timbre, or tone, or loudness?" ”

Zhou Yang pondered for a while, trying to recall the familiar melody in his memory, and after pondering for a long time, he shook his head again: "Can you meet again?" ”

He found himself unable to speak.

It seemed that the two of them were blowing about the same time, and he could only listen to it over and over again.

Although Tong Yuan felt speechless about Zhou Yang's ambiguous and inexplicable words in her heart, she still nodded, and she was very tired She picked up the suona and blew it again according to the score.

After blowing......

Zhou Yang lowered his head, and all kinds of doubts echoed over and over again in his heart, as if it was exactly the same again, but it seemed to be ......

It's not the same.

He couldn't shine it.

Then he looked at the erhu master Zhang Zunlian, he felt that Zhang Zunlian seemed to be fine with blowing, but it seemed to be a little different from the melody in his memory, as if time was a little faster.

But let Zhou Yang find where to find the fastest, he couldn't find it.

"Xiao Zhou, otherwise, let's come here first today, everyone is very tired, and their perception of music is more or less biased, otherwise, let's come back tomorrow after resting."

Zhang Zunlian looked at Zhou Yang, his eyes were sometimes deep, sometimes dazed, and sometimes when he lowered his head, he finally patted him on the shoulder.

He felt that Zhou Yang was too tired.

Zhou Yang nodded after listening, asked Zhang Zunlian for the video of the rehearsal of "My Motherland", and left.

The next day.

The musicians gathered to rehearse and find their mistakes......

The second day the concert seemed to be a little smoother, the results were much better than the first one, and some core problems were identified, but it still didn't taste right.

After the rehearsal, everyone looked at the chair in the corner.

The chair was empty, and Zhou Yang didn't come over.

Of course, Zhang Zunlian and others didn't care whether Zhou Yang came or not, and Zhou Yang himself had very little help for concerts of this level, but he was not an important figure.

No one thought that Zhou Yang could point them out.

But on the third day.

It was the morning of July 28......

When Zhang Zunlian walked into the rehearsal room of the Huaxia National Theater, he saw that Zhou Yang had been waiting on the stage for a long time.

"Xiao Zhou?"

"Teacher Zhang, I know what's wrong, Teacher Zhang, why don't you change all the seats, and at the same time, there is also this paragraph, I think this tone is a little higher...... But I'm not sure either, maybe a little lower...... Why don't you give it a try? ”

Zhang Zunlian saw Zhou Yang coming over excitedly, and began to talk to him about various issues of "My Motherland" with his eyebrows.

From suona, to erhu, to guzheng......

What Zhou Yang said was still so ambiguous and quite unprofessional, but Zhang Zunlian listened, his eyes became serious.

According to what Zhou Yang said, he carefully watched the rehearsal video again......

The more you look at it, the more serious it becomes.

About ten minutes later, other musicians came over one after another.

Zhang Zunlian sorted out Zhou Yang's ambiguous words, and finally his eyes lit up.

Then, he ignored Zhou Yang, but walked towards the conductor Qiao Yu, he chatted with Qiao Yu for a long time, Qiao Yu glanced at Zhou Yang from time to time, and then nodded again and again, his eyes were full of appreciation.

It seems that Zhou Yang's suggestion is very enlightening!

About half an hour later, Zhang Zunlian walked towards Zhou Yang again.

"Xiao Zhou, just try it according to your feelings!" He looked at Zhou Yang's eyes full of surprise.

Before, he was still a little puzzled why Zhou Yang was so unprofessional, but now, he suddenly realized that the so-called professionalism seemed to be meaningless in the face of absolute talent and keen perception of music.

After Zhou Yang looked at Zhang Zunlian's surprise, he didn't feel very happy, but breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart.

A new round of rehearsals has officially begun!

This time the rehearsal was very smooth, almost a one-time pass......

After the rehearsal ended, Tong Yuan looked at Zhou Yang in disbelief who was still silent in the corner.

She never dreamed that the problem that had plagued her for a few days was found by Zhou Yang to the point......

"This man ......"

"He should be a talented creative monster, and he can't be measured by the foundation of music...... Zhang Zunlian shook his head, although he was shocked in his heart, but sometimes God seems to be so unfair.

"Hey!"

"Mr. Kenneth, I've made another piece of music for the 'Go Home' saxophone, where are you now, do you have time to come and listen to it?"

"I also think of a passage from "The Last Mohican...... John. Is William Puss on the side? ”

Just when he wanted to chat with Zhou Yang, he suddenly saw Zhou Yang stand up suddenly.

Then, I took out my mobile phone and started calling excitedly!

Zhang Zunlian was stunned......