War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 151
"How?" Wei Ran asked bluntly.

"Before that, let's solve its timbre problem first!" Sui Xin said after thinking for a moment, "Go to my dad for a piece of wire, and then ask for a piece of sandpaper."

Wei Ran nodded, hurriedly left the classroom, went back to the first floor to find Uncle Sui who was sitting behind the cash register playing Landlords, and asked for what Sui Xin needed.

The latter happily left the cashier work to Wei Ran, turned around and went into the warehouse on the first floor, and took the needed things in a short time.

Taking the wire and sandpaper back to the second floor, Sui Xin bent the wire into a hook, and without much effort, hooked out a small ball of rice paper with ink stains from the opening of the resonance box on the back of the guqin.

I unfolded the rice paper and looked at it, and it was written on it was "Crossing Ling Ding Yang" by Wen Tianxiang, but looking at the handwriting, I knew that it should be just a child's graffiti.

The wire in Sui Xin's hand continued to move in the resonance box, and the rice paper balls were also unfolded by Wei Ran who stood aside. Most of the rice paper balls were written with popular poems, and some were even drawn with a brush. out of the small animals.And even those morons watching around could tell that this scribbling graffiti must have come from the same person.

After clearing all the clumps of paper, an envelope half its normal size slid out.Seeing Sui Xin holding the envelope and looking at him, Wei Ran nodded quickly, and the latter was not polite, immediately opened the unsealed envelope, and pulled out two pieces of rice paper from inside.

Different from the graffiti on those scraps of paper before, the writing on these two pieces of paper is extraordinarily neat and powerful, but unfortunately, Wei Ran can only understand the slightly larger "Guangling San" three Character.

"This is the reduced-character score of Guangling San, and it is the most difficult piece of music in Guqin." Sui Xin returned the two pieces of paper and the envelope to Wei Ran, "Where did you get this qin?"

"It's from a friend." Wei Ran replied while taking the things handed over by the other party. Unfortunately, even though he held them in his hand, he didn't know many words on the two pieces of paper.

While he was staring at the paper in his hand, Sui Xin had already rearranged the qin, stretched out her hand and gently plucked the newly replaced strings.

With the plucking of the strings, the thick and long voice reverberated in the classroom for a long time, and those who watched the excitement also gave out cheers of amazement.

"Howling." Sui Xin murmured in Chinese that only Wei Ran could understand, then plucked the strings and played a particularly nice piece of music.

When the song ended, the boys applauded immediately, and some of them even expressed their desire to learn this in the tone of a bastard eating a weight.

But Sui Xin turned the guqin over again, pointed to the two lines of English under the word You, and said, "Wei Ran, the sound of this qin is much better than the guqin I have ever touched. I think its origin should be quite old. , so do you want to see what is under these two lines of English?"

"Will it not"

"Probably not." Sui Xin seemed to know what Wei Ran was going to ask, "There are only two lines of English that make it worthless, just be careful."

"Then come on." Wei Ran nodded simply.

"You come by yourself" but Sui Xin didn't want to hand over the sandpaper beside the table to Wei Ran, "Just by looking at the broken ice patterns on it, you can tell that this violin is not cheap. If I break it, it might sell it to my supermarket." I can’t even afford it.”

"What is ice break?" Wei Ran asked blankly after taking the sandpaper.

"It's the lines on its surface"

Sui Xin stretched out her finger and pointed to the densely packed tiny cracks on the surface of the guqin, "Only Guqins over a hundred years old will have such tiny cracks. Compared with grinding away that piece of English, destroying these cracks will really affect the its worth."

"There are so many things to pay attention to"

Wei Ran, who is completely a music idiot, signaled the mobs around him to stay away from him, then folded the sandpaper in his hand, and carefully scraped the two rows of English with the corner.

However, he didn't use much force at all, and the two rows of English were not only scraped off by the sandpaper, but even small pieces of it fell off.

Glancing at Sui Xin with a mournful face, Wei Ran found that the latter's chubby little face actually showed such an expression, "I really guessed right."

"Guess what?" Wei Ran asked quickly.

"Continue to scrape away those pieces." Sui Xin didn't say much, but urged Wei Ran to continue.

Under the polishing of sandpaper, the small fragments disappeared with the string of English, and then gradually revealed a white word "Spring".

Sui Xin took out a small awl from the stationery box, and gently moved it along the word "spring", drawing out groups of flocs similar to pulp.

"Youquan? Why do you seem to have seen this name before?"

Sui Xin muttered to herself, pushed the wheelchair and moved to the edge of the bookshelf, looked up her neck, and took down a book that was not too thick with the help of a Maozi aunt .

Searching along the catalogue, Sui Xin let out an exclamation, then shook the wheelchair and returned to the side of the long table, glanced at the Guqin and then at the book in her hand as if possessed by an evil spirit, her calm bun face also showed There was a growing look of surprise.

"What's wrong?" Wei Ran asked nervously.

Sui Xin pointed to the cover of the book in her hand and said, "This book is the modern analysis version of "Zang Qin Lu" written by a famous qin master named Yang Zongji in the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China. Yang Zongji is also the founder of the Jiuyi Qin School in the guqin world .In this Tibetan piano record, there is a record of Youquan's piano."

Speaking of this, Sui Xin compared the contents of the book and said, "Youquan, Leiyin style, new made of ancient materials. On the right side of the pool is engraved 'Lu'an Qinhuachai'. The sound is powerful, making the player strong and unable to let go. Although the ancient qin is not easy to obtain, no matter the new qin, there are bells for loose, pan, and press, and the four strings are especially powerful, which can be described as extremely wonderful. Such a new qin will not be able to be measured in the future."

"What do you mean by that?" Wei Ran asked with a blank face. Although he understood every word of what the other party had just read, they were connected together like a heavenly book.

Passing the book in her hand to Wei Ran, Sui Xin pointed to the qin on the long table and said, "Leiyin style is the external style of this qin. If you haven't heard of Leiyin style, you must have heard of Jiaowei." ? Jiaowei is also a style of qin."

"What do you mean by what you said later?" Wei Ran asked after looking at the words in the book.

"New system of ancient materials, in terms you can understand, means that this qin is made of older qin or old wood like house beams or even coffin boards.

As for the following descriptions, simply put, they are all used to describe the sound of this qin. Scattered, pan, and pressed refer to different fingerings for playing the qin.The four-string You Xiongjun sentence is to praise the four-string of this qin with the best sound, and it is this string. "

Speaking of this, Sui Xin gently plucked the corresponding strings, and the melodious sound came again, it was really as pleasant as the bells in an ancient temple deep in the mountains.

Gently pressing the strings to stop the sound, Sui Xin turned the piano over again, pointed to the resonance box under the word Youquan and said, "This opening is called Longchi, if this piano is really that It is recorded in the book, so to the right in it, there should be the phrase 'Lu'an Qinhua'."

"What do you mean?" Wei Ran continued to ask.

"Qin Hua is a violin maker under Yang Zongji, and violin making means making violins. Lu'an is the ancestral home of this person." Sui Xin had already realized that Wei Ran was a layman who didn't know anything, so she explained it in great detail.

Seeing the look of anticipation on the other party's face, Wei Ran thought for a while, picked up the small awl on the table, and stuck it into the so-called dragon pool. The surrounding paper of the same color reveals the five vigorous and powerful small characters of "Lu'an Qin Huachai"!
"Wei Ran, can I use it?" Sui Xin looked at Wei Ran expectantly.

"How about Guangling San?" Wei Ran asked with a smile.

"It's a bit difficult, but it shouldn't be a big problem!"

This time, Sui Xin turned the piano back to the front with extra care, even took out two wet towels and wiped her hands carefully, and waited until the water stains on her hands were completely dry before gently plucking the strings and starting to play.And those onlookers returned to their positions before the sound of the piano sounded, and a few of them were smart enough to take out their mobile phones and turn on the video recording function.

In the melodious but passionate piano music, Wei Ran inexplicably remembered the old man who played "Waltz of Flowers" on the piano when he returned to the Battle of Stalingrad for the first time. And the little girl who detonated the grenade, and the light blue blanket fragments flying all over the sky in the explosion.

"I should have taken a picture of that little girl in the first place." Amidst Wei Ran's regretful sigh, Sui Xin also plucked the last string.

At the end of the song, not only those brats, but even Wei Ran couldn't help but want to learn the piano—even if he is a music idiot.

"I can't teach you"

Sui Xin looked enviously at the Guqin on the long table, and said regretfully, "At least before the Chinese New Year, my schedule is full, so I don't have time to teach you Guqin, and I don't have Guqin myself, only Guzheng."

"Uh..." Wei Ran scratched his head, could it be possible to learn this thing by yourself?

As if seeing Wei Ran's difficulty, Sui Xin turned the wheelchair and moved to the side of the bookshelf, pointing to the top row and said, "There are a few introductory textbooks on it, if you really want to learn, you can take it away and have a look. In addition I can also teach you some simple basics."

"Then I will trouble you." Wei Ran hurriedly thanked, and under the guidance of the other party, he took down several books from the bookshelf one by one.

For the next half a day, under the watchful eyes of a group of morons, Wei Ran learned some simple fingerings.Although it is far from being able to play the whole set of melodies based on these alone, at least the sound of plucking the strings every time is extraordinarily pleasant.

Seeing that the snow outside the window was getting heavier and darker, Wei Ran insisted on leaving a wad of rubles as tuition fees, and then he was with Sui Xin, his father, and the group of stubborn boys who refused to leave. While watching him off, he drove back to the studio holding the piano case.

"I forgot to ask how much this piano is worth." It wasn't until Wei Ran closed the shutter door that he realized that he had forgotten the most important thing.

After thinking about it, he gently carried the guqin to the long table and put it away, then took out his cell phone and called Karp.

After the call was connected, Karp on the other end asked in a flat tone, "What's the matter?"

"Mr. Karp, I would like to ask where did you buy that guqin?" Wei Ran asked politely, he didn't waste this afternoon, at least he knew that the quantifier of this guqin should be bed rather than frame.

"Rennes, France, an underground auction house specializing in the sale of stolen art." Karp asked after explaining in a flat tone, "What's wrong? Is there a problem with that Huaxia wood?"

"It's not a big problem." Wei Ran asked after him, "What's the matter with stealing art?"

"It's just some thieves who specialize in stealing antiques." Karp explained indifferently, "It is said that the wooden board was stolen from England, but I don't know the specifics. I bought it because it was cheap. "

"I see, Teacher Karp, thank you for helping me buy that piano." Wei Ran said politely, and then hung up the phone.

"Youquan, that's a good name."

While Wei Ran was muttering to himself, he plucked the strings lightly, and a melodious and melodious sound filled the studio, and he did not want to disperse for a long time.

(End of this chapter)