Chapter 583 The Shock of "Erquan Yingyue"

Outsiders listen to the excitement, insiders listen to the doorway.

The beginning of this piece "Erquan Yingyue" brings out a sighing feeling, which is a kind of sad sentimentality, loneliness and desolation.

Unlike the sadness in ordinary erhu music, the imagery displayed in this piece is more vast.

Zhang Tinglan held her breath and listened quietly.

Ma Shaohui stopped making a fuss, as his family knew his own business.

He was a master when he was young, but he has been playing around for so many years, and his skills have never been able to make further progress, but have regressed a bit.

Otherwise, he would not have called his apprentice to help.

This kid really has something, at least his level is one of the best at his age.

"Erquan Yingyue" starts with a sigh, and as the music continues, it seems to be blown by the wind.

It's cool.

During the Qingming Festival, the temperature is not high, and the air is also cool after the autumn rain.

"Erquan Yingyue" renders this desolate atmosphere even more strongly.

The first part of the song is like telling a story. In the bustling park, it seems that only the erhu player is left.

The sky and the earth are vast, the crowds are surging, and the performer sits there alone, looking even more lonely.

But until here, the music is still relatively calm.

Then the music began to change, and the rhythm became passionate.

Many people think that "Erquan Yingyue" is a very sad song, but it is not entirely true.

The sad version is not the original version. In fact, it is easy to understand from A Bing's perspective.

As a blind street performer, would A Bing be in a state of crying and despair when he received the invitation to record?

Obviously not! His original song actually has happiness in it, a kind of happiness that his music is finally appreciated by someone.

The sad tune has a slightly cheerful melody. The open-mindedness, grief, regret, and indifference in the song are intertwined. This is "Erquan Yingyue".

The adapted version of "Erquan Yingyue" is also nice, but he is not in the mood that A Bing played this song at the beginning. The new version is too sad, and it makes people cry, like a brand new song.

Xu Nuo played the erhu, and Ma Shaohui's face turned dark.

It seems that this kid is still hiding!

It is not unfair for him to lose.

Even if he uses all his strength, he is estimated to be about the same as this kid.

Ma Shaohui was a little scratching his head. He was excited to see the young man's level. Later, he felt that his level was quite high, so he planned to let his apprentice come to see if there was any value in training.

As a result, he played the apprentice directly.

Ma Shaohui glanced at the apprentice who was listening very seriously and sighed.

I don't know where this monster came from.

At the end of "Erquan Yingyue", a kind of indifference that burst out in repression and silence was revealed.

This kind of indifference is not a compromise, but a kind of indifference after fighting against fate. Ten years of drinking ice can't cool the blood.

"Erquan Yingyue" reached its climax in such a complex emotional interweaving. A heavy bass, like a big hand, pulled everyone back to reality.

The audience woke up from their dream.

The familiar scenery and the familiar park were still in front of them.

"Erquan Yingyue" was like telling a story, bringing them into the life experience of the protagonist.

The lingering sound was endless.

"Good!"

The audience began to applaud vigorously.

Zhang Tinglan was shocked, "Xiao Xu, did you write this song?"

As a qualified plagiarist, Xu Nuo agreed without any psychological barriers, "Yes."

"Too great!" Zhang Tinglan's beautiful eyes were full of brilliance.

"Who is your teacher?"

Xu Nuo shook his head, "I don't have a teacher."

Zhang Tinglan was not asking about the kind of teacher in school, she was asking about the real teacher.

That is, who is the master, for example, Zhang Tinglan's teacher is Ma Shaohui.

This kind of master-disciple relationship is many times closer than the teacher in school.

In fact, until now, the master-disciple relationship still has meaning.

The school provides universal education, which teaches basic things, and the main purpose is that all students can understand.

However, there are still many levels between understanding and mastering. Learning from a master is the best way to bridge this huge gap.

It’s not that the teacher doesn’t want to teach in class. First, the students’ levels in the class are different, so it’s impossible to explain in detail.

Secondly, the teacher will not easily tell about his treasured skills.

Zhang Tinglan asked him who his teacher was, thinking that he must have a teacher.

This is a recognition of his level.

Xu Nuo’s answer made Ma Shaohui explode, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"Really not."

Ma Shaohui sneered twice, "Let me guess, is it the apprentice of old man Wang? Or the new disciple of old man Zhao?"

Xu Nuo shook his head.

"Or old man Chen?"

"Don’t bother, it’s none of them."

"Hey, except for these few people, I really don’t know which of the old guys who play erhu has the ability to teach a monster like you."

"Really no teacher?" Zhang Tinglan looked at Xu Nuo carefully.

"No." Xu Nuo denied it straightforwardly.

"Have you learned from these masters?" Zhang Tinglan asked again.

"No, I learned it myself."

Ma Shaohui jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on, "You fart!"

The old man was so angry that he cursed.

Xu Nuo laughed, "Teacher Zhang, I'm not lying, no one really taught me."

Zhang Tinglan stared at him for a long time, "Okay, I believe what you said."

"You are just soft-hearted, you believe whatever others say." Ma Shaohui was angry, "This kid is a bitch!"

Xu Nuo was unhappy, "Why am I a bitch?"

Ma Shaohui didn't even wear sunglasses, and glared at him, "You sneaked up on me! Bullying an old man like me!"

Xu Nuo didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Really not."

"You kid just heard that I was playing the erhu here, so you sneaked over to mess things up!"

"Wait a minute, uncle, you came here by yourself." Xu Nuo spread his hands.

"Humph, you just know that I like the erhu, and you did it on purpose!" Ma Shaohui was still unconvinced.

Zhang Tinglan looked at Xu Nuo, "Xiao Xu, your talent is amazing. Are you interested in learning erhu from me?"

Xu Nuo shook his head like a rattle, "Thank you, but I don't have the time."

Ma Shaohui was shocked, "Boy, my apprentice is a master, you must think it through!"

He called his apprentice over to train this kid, and he was just joking with him before.

According to his thinking, since this kid has no master, he must be overjoyed and agree to learn from his apprentice, but who would have thought that he actually refused.

There was an uproar in the live broadcast room, "Fuck, Zhang Tinglan actually wants to accept a disciple?"

"That's awesome, Master Zhang's disciples are all masters in the circle."

"Nuoyan directly refused, what a bold move!"

"Well, that's normal, his current development is not something that can be restrained by the erhu."

"Erhu is good, but it's just so-so for him."

Zhang Tinglan, who was rejected, was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at Xu Nuo, trying to see his heart from under the sunglasses and mask.

"Hey, kid, this opportunity is rare." Ma Shaohui couldn't help but said.

Zhang Tinglan suddenly smiled, "It seems that the erhu doesn't catch your eye."

Xu Nuo shook his head, "Actually, I like the erhu very much, but for me, there are still many important things to do."

Zhang Tinglan pondered for a moment, "Okay, I can see that the erhu is indeed a bit small for someone like you, listen to me play a song."

After that, Zhang Tinglan posed and played a song seriously.

The master is worthy of being a master. Uncle Ma's boast of being the fourth in the country may be a bit conservative.

Zhang Tinglan's pitch is stable and flawless. Her left and right hands cooperate smoothly, which is a bit arbitrary.

Her rhythm is clean and clear, her emotions are just right, and coupled with her excellent image, it makes people intoxicated.

The lsp in the live broadcast room are almost drooling.

"This temperament is absolutely amazing!"

"If she plays the erhu in the park, I will go to support her every day!"

"I think you are just greedy."

"This is the visual and auditory enjoyment, but it's a pity that only old men play the erhu in our park."

When the song ended, the audience applauded.

"Your erhu has reached the pinnacle." Xu Nuo praised sincerely.

"I am ashamed of myself."

Ma Shaohui laughed, "Boy, now you know that there are always people better than you, right?"

"With your talent, if you practice hard, you may surpass me in less than three to five years." Zhang Tinglan looked at Xu Nuo and tried to save the situation.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I am not interested in this."

Zhang Tinglan sighed regretfully, "Master, you really found a good seedling this time. What a pity."

"Hey, this kid doesn't know how to appreciate it. I will find you another one later!" Seeing that his beloved disciple was a little disappointed, Ma Shaohui quickly comforted him.

"Xiao Xu, I heard from Master that you played a few songs. Do you have the score?"

Xu Nuo was stunned for a moment, "No, I just played it casually on impulse."

"Then can you still remember the score?" Zhang Tinglan asked again.

"Uh, I didn't bring any paper."

"I have it, I have it!" A person who came to the park to paint in the crowd was very happy, "Hahahaha, I brought paper!"

Xu Nuo looked at him speechlessly. Why was he so excited about bringing paper?

"Well, please lend me some paper so I can write down the music."

"Hey, I'm your fan, can I get an autograph later?" The young man winked.

"Hey, do you know him?" Ma Shaohui was stunned and asked.

"Yes, I know him too well! There is no one in the entire Chinese music scene who doesn't know him!"

People gathered around to ask.

When Xu Nuo was recognized, he quickly took the paper and wrote three music scores with a pen.

"Don't go, young man, who are you?" Ma Shaohui grabbed Xu Nuo who wanted to run away.

"Nuoyan!" The young man got the autograph and said happily.

Ma Shaohui was stunned: "Good guy, are you the one who wrote the song?"

"Uh, that's right, I am the one who wrote the song." Xu Nuo didn't pretend anymore and showed his cards directly.

"The genius that Lao Zheng was talking about, it turns out to be you!" Ma Shaohui came back to his senses and patted Xu Nuo's shoulders fiercely.

"Teacher Ma, I'm sorry. I was filming a show and never expected to run into you two."