Zhou Yan was playing the flute upstairs, and many people downstairs were looking everywhere when they heard the sound of the flute, and finally saw Zhou Yan upstairs after looking for a long time.

There is free music to listen to, everyone is willing, the key is that Zhou Yan's flute is really good, better than the TV set, loud enough, clear enough.

The two little girls from the makeup group came out to look at it for a while, Hong Xin looked at Lin Juan next to her and quipped, "Look at your idiotic appearance, be careful that Ha Lazi is about to flow out." ”

Lin Juan's face was thin-skinned, and she suddenly turned red again, and her head shrank back embarrassedly, not daring to look upstairs again.

Seeing Lin Juan's shy appearance, Hong Xin smiled, and then sighed secretly.

Who doesn't like a boy like Zhou Yan?

College students, beautiful and able to speak, the most important thing is that there is talent, talents from ancient times to the present are popular, it is not surprising that Lin Juan is obsessed with him. But Hong Xin knew that a man like Zhou Yan was destined not to be something that Lin Juan, a little girl, could hold, so Lin Juan's feelings must only be unrequited.

But fortunately, Zhou Yan is not a playboy, and he usually keeps a normal distance from his female comrades. Otherwise, as long as Zhou Yan provokes a little, Lin Juan's girl will be completely trapped.

……

Zhou Yan is playing the famous song "Partridge Flying" at the moment, this song is so well-known that it is equivalent to "Erquan Reflecting the Moon" in Erhu, even ordinary people who don't know the flute have probably heard it.

He was sitting on the windowsill just now, looking out at the vast sky through the window, although it was not yet autumn, the color of the grass and trees had faded, far less green than when he first came.

When he saw this scene, he thought of "Partridge Flying", and it was also Zhao Songting's version.

"Partridge Flying" was originally a folk music in southern Hunan, and the score was first seen in the "Chinese Yale Collection" compiled in 1926, which was mainly circulated in Jiangnan in the form of silk and bamboo ensemble and Xiao solo.

However, later the lyrics and music were adapted into a solo flute piece, which was first adapted by Lu Chunling, and later another bamboo flute master, Zhao Songting, also changed a version, which is also very famous.

Compared with the brisk and bright version of Lu Chunling, Zhao Songting seems subtle and profound, which is more suitable for the scenery in front of him.

When Zhou Yan played the flute, He Wuming was silently practicing Peking Opera on the roof of the opposite building, and when he heard the flute, he stopped his movements and leaned on the stone pier and listened quietly.

He Wuming knew that this was Zhao Songting's version of "Partridge Flying", and he had tried it, but this version was quite demanding on technique, and the effect of his blowing was very bad.

He couldn't help but sigh that Zhou Yan's flute skills are indeed very strong, and this piece is very well controlled, but it is a pity that the flute in Zhou Yan's hand is too poor, which makes the overall performance flawed.

In the next few days, Zhou Yan would go upstairs and play the flute twice a day, each time the tune was different, and the rest of the crew was not annoyed later, he got tired of it first, and began to play tricks, no longer playing those famous songs, but playing some unknown songs, and making arrangements casually.

Sometimes he thinks about the tunes he has heard before, blends them into this era, and creates some musical collisions.

However, these collisions of his, in this crew, except for He Wuming, no one else can hear it.

……

"Director Hou, you're going to the Qiao family's compound ahead."

On the road from Dongguan Town to Qiaojiabao Village, there was a blue Volga, because the road was uneven, the car was bumpy, and Hou Xiaoxian, who was sitting in the back seat, was about to be shaken.

He rolled down the window slowly, taking a big breath.

"The Red Lantern Hangs High" is about to start filming, and as a producer, he naturally wants to come to the scene, but this rural road really doesn't dare to compliment, which makes him suffer from the old nose.

When the driver saw him like this, he said with concern, "Director Hou, do you want me to drive slower?" ”

Hou Xiaoxian waved his hand, "No, hurry up." ”

Driving slower not only does not relieve the discomfort, but also prolongs the painful time, Hou Xiaoxian chose to solve it quickly.

After taking a few breaths of fresh air, Hou Xiaoxian also felt a little better, and as the car got closer and closer to Qiao's compound, he heard the sound of a flute.

Hou Xiaoxian listened attentively, and the sound of the flute seemed to come from the direction of the Qiao family's compound, and as the distance got closer and closer, it became clearer and clearer.

"Master driver, do you hear the sound of the flute?"

The driver rolled down the window in front of him and listened carefully, "It seems to have the sound of a flute, and it's weird and good." ”

Hou Xiaoxian nodded, although he didn't understand the flute, but the sound of the flute was really good, he thought that there was a clip of playing the flute in the movie, so it didn't seem particularly strange that there was a flute sound in the Qiao family's compound.

In the sound of the whistle, the car staggered to the gate of the Qiao family's compound, Hou Xiaoxian hurriedly got out of the car, retching for a while and didn't vomit anything, but he was much more comfortable.

"Director Hou, drink slowly."

"Thank you." Hou Xiaoxian took the mineral water, and didn't dare to drink too much in one sip, so he took a sip lightly, feeling better again.

The sound of the flute has not stopped, and at this time, standing at the gate of the Qiao family's compound, I can hear it more clearly, and I can vaguely judge that it is coming from upstairs.

The driver beckoned the staff at the door to help carry the luggage, while Hou Xiaoxian tiptoed inside to look inside, but he couldn't find where the flute player was.

He asked the man who helped him move the box, "Little brother, who is playing the flute here?" ”

It was Jiang Mengfei from the scenery group who moved the box for Hou Xiaoxian, and he replied with a smile, "It's the soundtrack artist of the group, Zhou Yan." ”

"Oh." Hou Xiaoxian was stunned, and then asked, "Where is he blowing?" ”

"We can't see it when we stand here, it's blocked by this gate, we have to go into the courtyard, pass through here, and we can see it when we look up. Director Hou, you live over there, and I'll take you there. ”

"Thank you very much."

Hou Xiaoxian followed Jiang Mengfei into the gate, passed through an alley, and then looked up and saw a white young man sitting on the windowsill on the second floor playing the flute.

"He is Zhou Yan."

Jiang Mengfei smiled, carried Hou Xiaoxian's luggage and walked to a room in the small courtyard on the side, but Hou Xiaoxian didn't follow, still staying where he was, staring at Zhou Yan who was playing the flute upstairs.

Now this song is different from what Hou Xiaoxian heard on the road just now, it is a new one, and this song is even more lofty and rough.

Jiang Mengfei put Hou Xiaoxian's luggage into the house, and turned his head again, "Director Hou, do you want to go into the house to have a look?" ”

Hou Xiaoxian didn't answer, but asked Jiang Mengfei, "What kind of tune is he playing?" ”

Jiang Mengfei laughed, "Director Hou, you are embarrassed for me, I can also tell whether he plays the flute or the flute, as for what kind of music he plays, I really can't hear it, or I will help you ask him when he comes down in a while." ”

Hou Xiaoxian shook his head, "No, I'll ask myself, how did this go up?" ”

Before Jiang Mengfei could answer, Hou Xiaoxian had already found the stairs next to him, and walked directly in the direction of the stairs, don't look at Hou Xiaoxian's forties, his steps were quite light, Jiang Mengfei was stunned, and he went up to the second floor.