War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 570 An Interesting Thing
After spending two days of free time at grandma's house, Wei Ran drove home with Sui Sui, picked up Guqin Youquan, and went straight to the high-speed rail station. Chen Luoxiang's practice banquet.

Because the incident happened suddenly, Wei Ran really didn't have any decent gifts to give, so he simply sealed 80,000 yuan in cash and put it in a gift box and sent it over.

This amount is precisely the amount of thanks given by Chen Luoxiang's teacher's friend who planned to buy the Guqin, and had to take away the reduced character score in the Guqin. Now Chen Luoxiang is taking the opportunity to go to learn the art , it can be regarded as a drag.

As for Guqin Youquan, which was brought to the banquet together, it was naturally at Chen Guangling's request to bring it there for his friends to enjoy their hands and eyes.

Accompanying Chen Guangling's family and many friends of their family to have a lively meal in the small courtyard in the suburbs, Sui Sui, under Wei Ran's signal, moved the Guqin Youquan out and put it on the rock under the walnut tree. On the table, let Chen Guangling and his son and their friends line up and play a few pieces with this guqin player to add to the fun.

"Brother, you can also play a song."

Chen Luoxiang, who had drank a few glasses of wine, also seemed much more cheerful, pulling Wei Ran to encourage him, "Since the first time we met, I have heard you play a song called Xianwengjiao."

"This. I'll forget it." Wei Ran hurriedly waved his hand, really not wanting to be in the limelight.

"Young man, just try."

A friend of Chen Guangling took the initiative to touch Wei Ran with a wine glass, half joking and half provocative, and said, "By the way, let us see how the apprentice Qin art taught by Old Chen is."

"Then let me try, I don't play well, so please don't laugh at me."

Wei Ran, who was a little drunk, picked up the wine glass, drank the remaining half glass of white wine in one gulp, and then walked towards the stone table where the guqin was placed.

Wei Ran is not a person who likes to show off, but this time he came as half of Chen Guangling's apprentice, so even if the fat man who was drinking with him just now was just making a drunken joke, he still has to Consider Chen Guangling's face.

"Can you do it?" Sui Sui approached and asked in a low voice.

"It's enough to make a sound after a few pushes." Wei Ran said, sitting on the stone bench calmly.

"What's your rivalry with a drunk fat old man?"

Sui Sui rolled her eyes, secretly thinking about how to help Wei Ran regain face later.

"Did I cause trouble for my senior brother?" Chen Luoxiang leaned closer to his father and asked awkwardly.

Chen Guangling glanced at his son, "Drinking is a mistake, let's learn a lesson. Your senior brother is a guqin collector, but he is not a piano player. Luo Xiang, you really caused trouble for your senior brother."

Chen Luoxiang grinned when he heard the words, and the guilt on his face grew more and more.

On the other hand, Wei Ran seemed indifferent, picked up the towel and wiped his hands carelessly, then calmly and lightly touched the silk string that Chen Guangling had just put on before the banquet started.

Amidst the trembling of the strings, the drunken and unrestrained quaint sound of the piano began to echo repeatedly in this small courtyard full of fireworks.

At the same time, Chen Guangling, father and son, and Sui Sui also showed surprise and surprise on their faces.

"It's "Drunkard""

A young man who was about the same age as Chen Luoxiang said in surprise, "How can you learn this song from me?"

"To shut up!"

Next to this young man, a middle-aged man who was about the same age as Chen Guangling slapped his son on the back of the head in a temper.

Among the people present, apart from Sui Sui who completely regarded playing the piano as a hobby, perhaps even Chen Guangling's wife could recognize what this piece of music was, and even hear something different.

But because these people's piano skills are different, their understandings are varied.However, the surprise on the faces of these people became more and more consistent, and apart from the fluttering music of the piano, the courtyard became more and more quiet.

Almost at the same time as the last sound of the piano dissipated, the fat old man who had just encouraged Wei Ran to play the piano said with emotion, "Guangling, you have taken in a good apprentice."

"I am not qualified to be Wei Ran's master"

Chen Guangling was as humble as ever, "Don't say I never taught him this song, even if I played it, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to achieve that artistic conception."

"What artistic conception?" Sui Sui asked curiously.

Chen Guangling personally poured a glass of wine for Wei Ran, but he didn't rush to answer Suisui's question. Instead, he looked at his friends and said, "I think Wei Ran played this song for himself. .”

"What do you mean?" Sui Sui asked blankly, "Did you play it well?"

"If this is not good, we people can play cotton in the future."

The fat old man took the conversation with a wine glass, and said with the same meaning, "Before I kept saying that Guqin pleases me, and I thought it was bullshit, but now I really believe it, just like what Old Chen said, This piece was played by this young man for himself."

"What do you mean?" Sui Sui, who was getting more and more confused, simply looked at Wei Ran who had already taken the wine glass.

"How would I know"

Wei Ran clinked glasses with Chen Guangling and the fat old man, drank it all and said, "I learned this piece by myself, but I never thought that one day I would have the opportunity to play it to so many people. That's probably what it means."

Chen Guangling and the fat old man looked at each other, smiled at each other, and didn't say anything more in a tacit understanding.But the young man who was slapped by his father before couldn't help asking, "Brother Wei, where did you learn this song, and how did you learn it from me?"

"Snapped!"

Before the young man could finish his sentence, his father hit the back of his head again, even stronger than the previous hit.

When the young man covered the back of his head and closed his mouth aggrievedly, the middle-aged man laughed and said, "It's not in vain, Old Chen, I can see that you are showing off on purpose." Well, it’s fine to show off that your son has worshiped Mr. Liu, but you still have to show off that you have taken in a good apprentice, and you, a good apprentice, also have a good piano that everyone is jealous of, don’t you?”

"Old Zhou is right, today is indeed not in vain."

While the fat old man agreed, he had already picked up the wine bottle, "Old Chen, come on, brothers and sisters follow the old rules."

"Yes, I will punish myself, I will punish myself!" Chen Guangling happily took the wine bottle, picked up the glass and drank three glasses in a row.

"What charades are these guys playing?" Sui Sui asked curiously Chao Wei Ran.

"The old man with a strict wife is just an excuse to drink more wine at parties. Doesn't your father often do that?" Wei Ran explained with a hippie smile.

"That's true." Sui Sui nodded in agreement, and turned her curiosity to when Wei Ran learned to play the piano, and how many pieces she learned.

It was easy to fool Suisui, and Wei Ran, who sat on the wine table again, also found that Chen Guangling's friends were also warm to him, but they never mentioned the topic related to the piano, so they continued The banquet, it seems, is really a group of middle-aged old friends, an ordinary "admission banquet" held for the children of good friends.

It seems that the piano music taught by the metal book is not ordinary.
Wei Ran has probably guessed something, just now what Chen Guangling and the fat old man said
"Playing it for myself" is nothing more than reminding those friends around me not to play that piece of music.

Otherwise, the young man who looked about the same age as Chen Luoxiang wouldn't have made such a big noise when he bumped the back of his head into his father's slap.

Of course, guesses are guesses, since Chen Guangling reminded his friends so vaguely, there is no need for him to ask his doubts at the wine table.

The lively meal lasted until after nine o'clock in the evening, and under the arrangement of Chen Guangling's wife, the satiated people took several cars to a nearby hotel.After all, although the environment of this small courtyard is good, there are only three main rooms in total, and only one bedroom, so it simply cannot accommodate so many men, women and children.

Until sending everyone into the same hotel, Wei Ran, who deliberately stayed at the end, took advantage of Sui Sui's time to check in with his ID card, and found him sitting on the sofa in the hotel lobby, who seemed to be waiting for his Chen Guangling.

"It seems that you have something to ask?" Chen Guangling asked with a smile.

Wei Ran spread his hands, but he didn't speak. Since the other party was waiting here, he would naturally tell him something.

"Wei Ran, whether it's piano skills or mood, you are far beyond my expectations. Even if I talk about that song, I'm afraid I can't compare to you."

Chen Guangling handed Wei Ran a cigarette, picked one up himself, and explained while strolling towards the entrance of the hotel, "But what really surprised everyone was actually the song you played, The Drunkard itself."

"something wrong?"

Wei Ran took out the kerosene lighter from the desert from his pocket, helped the other party light the cigarette in his mouth, and asked casually at the same time.

"It's okay, but there's a problem because there's no problem."

Chen Guangling said something that Wei Ran couldn't understand, and then he explained slowly, "The Wine Madness is said to be written by Ruan Ji, one of the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove during the Three Kingdoms period. I won't explain who Ruan Ji is, anyway, that's not important.

The important thing is that the score of Jiukuang we are playing now was compiled by Guqin player Mr. Yao Bingyan, based on "Magic Secret Score" and referring to "Xilutang Qintong". "

"So?" Wei Ran asked.

"To put it simply, in the Three Kingdoms period, no one knew what kind of drinking maniac Ruan Ji played. In fact, those who played this piece in later generations have always been doing reading comprehension."

Chen Guangling sighed, staring at the scarlet flame of the cigarette butt and sighed, "There are countless luthiers trying to restore the original appearance of this piece, but the most successful one so far is only Mr. Yao Bingyan."

Speaking of this, Chen Guangling snuffed out the cigarette that he had just taken a puff of, looked at Wei Ran and said, "Wei Ran, I don't know where you found the score for the drunken maniac you played, but at least that's what I heard. It is most likely to be the one with the highest similarity to the original spectrum.”

"Since no one knows what the original score looks like, how do you think my playing is the most similar to the original score?"

Wei Ran also stubbed out the cigarette he had only taken a puff of, and asked straightforwardly the doubts in his heart.At the same time, he also murmured in his heart that the only time he heard someone else play Drunkard live was only Sui Xin, a girl in Volgograd with poor legs.

But for Wei Ran, a music idiot who can't even sing the national anthem out of tune, he really can't tell the difference between what he played and what Sui Xin played back then.Anyway, in his eyes, it was nothing more than an evaluation of "good to hear".

"This is the charm of traditional Chinese music, isn't it?"

Chen Guangling laughed loudly and patted Wei Ran on the shoulder, "Our Huaxia music scores are not as precise or rigid as foreign staves.

To use an easy-to-understand but inaccurate analogy, our music score is similar to the "sesame oil, a little salt, and an appropriate amount" in Huaxia's recipes. When it reaches a certain level, how much is the right amount? In fact, it all depends on the chef's own understanding. .

This has led to difficulties in the inheritance of piano scores, but it also endows those ancient songs with infinite possibilities.Pursue the tune of the original score, and bring out the old and bring forth the new to give your own understanding on the way of pursuit. "

"It's the first time I've heard it"

Chen Guangling smiled, "I remember Sui Sui once said that you study history?"

"The War History of World War II" Wei Ran answered briefly.

"Aside from knowing that the little devils in Gou Ri should be killed, I probably know far less about World War II than you do, but we still know a thing or two about the history of China."

Chen Guangling continued with a smile, "Just like our Chinese history, later generations pursued the historical truth hundreds of thousands of years ago, and learned historical experience and lessons in the process of pursuit, and then wrote the history belonging to this era. Guqin It doesn’t matter whether it’s the guzheng or the guzheng, in fact, the truth is the same, it’s a very interesting thing, isn’t it?”

"Indeed, it is indeed a very interesting thing."

Wei Ran stroked the tattoo on the tiger's mouth, but vaguely understood the true meaning of the existence of the metal book.

(End of this chapter)