As the old saying goes: One sound becomes a Buddha, and one sound contains all things in heaven and earth.

The sound of the dong flute is very special, and probably no other instrument in the world has this quality.

If you say it's beautiful, then a lot of instruments have a beautiful sound, and if you say it can play a wide range, then a lot of instruments have a wide range.

In fact, the cave flute itself carries a kind of vicissitudes, as if a person in this world, after experiencing a lot of things, will become mature.

This vicissitudes of life represents the road a person has traveled and his life experience.

In the world, there is such a conclusion, the simpler the more eternal.

This conclusion also applies to musical instruments, the simplest instruments, which contain all things in heaven and earth, and can be called "eternal musical instruments".

in a hotel room.

"Xiaoyun, keep blowing it for me. ”

Yan Lide let Yun Feng blow over and over again, because it was always a little bit worse.

However, this was done by Yun Feng on purpose, and it was not until he felt that it was almost the same, and he blew out the "Song of Smiling Proud Rivers and Lakes" completely.

"This song ......" Yan Lide sat on the bed, looking at Yun Feng in a daze, he couldn't believe his ears.

He heard Yun Feng say that the flute was a little better than the piano and guitar, and he thought it was a hobby, and at most he could skillfully play music according to the score.

But......

The technique of this is simply no more professional, even more powerful than the professional musicians in the orchestra.

Cave flute, there is a sixteen-character flute trick, Yiyuan, quiet, strange peaks, ups and downs, turbulence, concealment, gathering, concentrating.

Yun Feng did it all.

Yan Lide opened his mouth and couldn't speak for a long time, and after a while, he asked, "Xiaoyun, when did you learn the dong flute?"

"This ......" Yun Feng scratched the back of his head and said: "I can't remember clearly, when I was very young, I saw my neighbor's uncle blowing every morning, and I thought it was very interesting, so I went to buy a handful and came back, and when I was fine, I would take it out and blow it." ”

Piano and guitar, his level will be amateur, and the length of time he will talk will not arouse the suspicion of others.

But Dong Xiao is different, after using the skill book, it will directly reach the professional level, and each level is also divided into high and low levels, and the skill book rewarded by the system is to directly improve this skill to the highest level in the level.

Yun Feng still remembers that in the Six Arts Musical Instrument Store, Liang Xixi said that he saw the evaluation of several Chinese folk musical instruments on the Internet.

Three years of pipa and five years of Xiao, a handful of erhu pulled off the waist, a thousand years of ancient Xun and ten thousand years of zither, only suona on the sky.

"Five-year Xiao" refers to the fact that it takes at least five years to blow the flute well.

Although there is an element of exaggeration, but it is true.

Therefore, in answering Yan Lide's own time of learning the dong flute, it cannot be said too short.

When Yan Lide heard this answer, he nodded slightly.

OK.

If he entered the Modu Conservatory of Music and started to study, then the word "demon" could not describe Yun Feng's talent in the field of music.

Return to Yunfeng's tune.

Yan Lide quietly recalled that the melody of the song was already very complete.

But......

I still feel like something is missing.

If Wu Zhongyu was here, he would definitely be able to point out the shortcomings.

After pondering for a while, Yan Lide gave up, and professional things should be left to professionals to do.

He looked at the time, and before he knew it, it was almost twelve o'clock in the evening, so he said to Yun Feng: "Xiaoyun, you write it down first, and show it to Lao Wu tomorrow." ”

"Good teacher. Yun Feng nodded and went to turn on the computer.

Listening to the melody and writing a simple score, he is now very proficient, and this piece is rewarded by the system, and the score of the Qin Xiao ensemble is firmly imprinted in his mind.

A few minutes later, both the brief score and the ensemble score were written.

The next day, Yun Feng got up early according to the biological clock time.

Because yesterday there were cards in and out, you can go to the Central Conservatory of Music for morning exercises.

When I came back, I happened to run into Wu Zhongyu and Wu Zhenhui.

The two were widowed and widowed, yawning all day, and their spirits were not very good, and they didn't seem to have slept well.

None of them noticed Yun Feng, who had already walked to the front, until Yun Feng greeted, "Teacher Wu, Teacher Wu, good morning." ”

"Ah, early. ”

"Xiaoyun, where did you go so early?"

......

Yun Feng explained: "I went to the sports field of the Central Conservatory of Music for morning exercises. ”

Wu Zhenhui patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Yes, in our business, the body is very important, and it is a good thing to exercise more." ”

Wu Zhongyu seemed to be in a heavy mood, and did not speak again after saying hello.

Yun Feng didn't ask about the progress of the composition, and he would know after a while.

Back in the hotel room, Yun Feng went to take a shower first, and from the door of the bathroom, he heard Yan Lide talking to Wu Zhenhui.

"Alas, it's still difficult. ”

"I didn't sleep all night, so I picked up a few small pieces of melody and came out, and I can't accept the old man. ”

"That's your own problem, it's about age. ”

"Lao Wu wanted to win over those foreigners with their noses up to the sky, and he wanted to prove that our Chinese folk instruments and music are good, but he couldn't calm down and didn't find any inspiration. ”

"You have been running around at home and abroad all these years, and you don't have any inventory?"

"I have enough stock for instruments, and I don't even have half a note for music. ”

"Why don't you find foreign help?"

"It's not that you don't know what kind of person Lao Wu is, if you agree to find foreign help, I will call last night. ”

......

Yun Feng listened for a while, then walked out of the bathroom.

At this time, Yan Lide slapped his thigh and said, "How did I forget this!"

"Don't be surprised. Wu Zhenhui raised his eyebrows and asked, "What good ideas have come to mind?"

Yan Lide didn't answer, but asked towards Yunfeng, "Xiaoyun, what about the score you wrote last night?"

Yun Feng stopped wiping his head and replied, "In the computer." ”

"What spectrum ......" Before Wu Zhenhui finished speaking, Yan Lide got up and went out, "Huh, Lide?" Wu Zhenhui had no choice but to ask Yunfeng: "Xiaoyun, what score is Lide talking about?"

Yun Feng replied truthfully: "It's the melody I played at your place yesterday, and I tried to make up for it last night." ”

"Oh. Wu Zhenhui responded, not thinking deeply.

After a while, Yan Lide came with Wu Zhongyu.

After Wu Zhongyu watched on the computer for a while, Yan Lide asked, "Old Wu, how is it, can it be used?"

Wu Zhongyu didn't answer, but turned his head to look at Yun Feng and asked, "Is this really the piece you completed?"

Yan Lide interjected: "It's indeed Xiaoyun's finished song, he blew it at me all night last night." ”

Yun Feng also nodded.

Wu Zhongyu said again: "Where's your dong flute? Blow it to me." ”

Yun Feng took out the hole flute from the instrument box and blew it in front of the three of them.

Listening to this, Wu Zhenhui's eyes widened, his mouth opened widely, his brows furrowed, and even his hair trembled.

Not to mention how this song is, just the level of the has already amazed him.

After listening, Wu Zhongyu sighed: "Lide, I regret it." ”

The piece was very well written and very rhyming, and she liked it just by listening to it once.

At the same time, he was also amazed by Yun Feng's talent, a hole flute, in one night, can perfect the melody of more than a dozen notes into a song with such a high degree of completion.

When Yan Lide heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood that she was referring to Yunfeng's transfer, smiled bitterly, and said, "Old Wu, isn't this matter already in the past?"

Wu Zhongyu didn't reply to him, and continued to ask Yun Feng: "Xiaoyun, tell me what you want to express when you create this piece?"

A song or lyrics need to have a poignant or moving theme, at least the idea or creativity should be central enough to bring the listener a sense of picture and continuous output.

In this way, it can be a complete work.

Yun Feng had already prepared a set of rhetoric, and said directly: "Free and elegant, unruly, happy and hateful, smiling proudly!"

A hint of surprise flashed in Wu Zhongyu's eyes, and he really couldn't guess this kid.

Most of his peers write about love, but Yun Feng either writes about national feelings, childhood, or martial arts.

She asked curiously, "Why do you want to write a tune like this?"

"This ......" Yun Feng scratched his head and pretended to be embarrassed: "I recently read another martial arts novel called "Dart Man". ”

"I know that. Yan Lide and Wu Zhenhui said in unison.

"You men, don't you have a martial arts dream in your heart, no matter how old you are?" Wu Zhongyu's husband is also reading this novel.

"Right. ”

"It's a romance that belongs to men. ”

......

Yan Lide and Wu Zhenhui looked at each other and smiled.

"Xiaoyun, go and call Tang Yu and the others over. Wu Zhongyu already had some ideas about Yun Feng's song, and then added: "Remember to ask them to bring musical instruments." ”