Reshaping life starting from the Junior Class of HKUST

Chapter 20 Wu Zhe's Concerto
Wu Zhe took the guitar, strummed the strings, and played a few chords.Still very happy with this violin.

"Okay, that's all for Brother Zhang." Wu Zhe said.

"Well, what do you want?" Brother Zhang asked happily seeing Wu Zhe's satisfaction.

"I also want to get the erhu and the flute."

"Erhu and Dizi! Ah Zhe, wait a moment, I'll get them for you, and then go into the inner room."

Wu Zhe and Ma San looked at each other, what's going on?These two instruments are displayed outside.

After a while, Zhang Ming came out with two boxes.

"Come on, open it and have a look, it's not comparable to the stuff out there. Ah Zhe is the one who buys it for you, and I really don't know how to take it out for ordinary people. But if you are not good at it, you really can't master these two instruments. Won't you show your brothers a hand?"

After finishing speaking, he looked at Wu Zhe with a smile.

Ma San couldn't see it anymore, and stepped forward and said: "Let's talk about things first, playing is not easy, and Ah Zhe won't run away."

After speaking, he first picked up the flute in the box.

"Master Zhou Linsheng's flute is one foot eight long, and it uses tear bamboo from Xiaoxiang bamboo. The handwork and material will not be missing in the future, but it will be very rare. But its intonation is in A key. It's not that masters can't play it, yes. Breath volume requirements are very high."

He said to Wu Zhe again, "Try?"

Wu Zhe nodded and said, "Okay!"

Looking at the appearance, Wu Zhe fell in love with this flute.Standard length, pale yellow in color, bright and smooth.There are also some natural imprints like tears on the flute.The twelve holes are neatly arranged, and there is a cyan tassel hanging from the end.pretty!
Wu Zhe took the flute, played the overtones a few times, and tried to find the pitch.Then asked Zhang Ming to take Zhang Dimo.

Wu Zhe closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his left leg was leaning forward slightly, his waist was straight, his head was upright, and his shoulders were flat. He raised the bamboo flute to his mouth with both hands, and his elbows naturally drooped.Coupled with the demeanor of practicing Buddhism in the past; a delicate and handsome appearance.That stop is the grand master's demeanor.

Ma San and Zhang Ming also praised secretly. When the flute sounded, Ma San felt that it was just a pleasant sound.Zhang Ming himself is engaged in music, so the so-called connoisseurs will know if they have it as soon as they reach out.

Wu Zhe performed a song that he had never heard before. The sound of the song is bright, transparent, round and thick.It's like a picture of Jiangnan water town unfolding in front of several people.

After playing the song, before Ma San recovered his senses, Zhang Ming hastily said, "Azhe, what kind of song is this, why have I never heard it before? And who did you learn your techniques from? What do I think of Nan? Both Pai and Beipai fingerings are used? And why is your breath so long? How do you change your breath?"

At this time, Zhang Ming was full of doubts.

Wu Zhe looked at Zhang Ming and didn't know how to answer. He learned the technique from the Internet and other masters. The music was composed after reading too many music scores recently, and combined with countless songs from later generations.

As for the breath, it is the instinct of my body, coupled with my abnormal control ability now, this song "Jiangnan" was created.

He could only helplessly say: "I said I learned it by myself, Brother Zhang, do you believe it or not?"

Zhang Ming looked at him with the expression of looking at a fool and said, "Do you think I believe it or not?"

Wu Zhe knew this was the result.Instead, Ma San said from the side: "I believe, Lao Zhang, you don't understand Ah Zhe. If others can't do it, it doesn't mean that Ah Zhe can't do it. We don't understand the world of geniuses. Ah Zhe can win three games in blind chess. Compared with this What's the difference!"

Zhang Ming was still a little dazed: "Azhe, did you really teach yourself?"

Wu Zhe could only touch his nose and said: "Brother Zhang, let's not talk about this, let's take a look at the erhu first, I am also very curious."

Zhang Ming no longer struggled, and took out the erhu from the piano case.

Introduction: "Master Zhang Wenyuan's works are carved out of ebony as a whole. The skin is made of mang leather with large scales, and the strings are brushed with silver. The bow is made of young bamboo of black bamboo, and the bow strings are made of uniform white horse tail hair. .”

After the introduction, he handed it to Wu Zhe.

Wu Zhe was also polite, and took it with both hands.As soon as the piano is started, it feels very good when you press it down a little.I picked up the bow and tested the sound, and adjusted the shaft on the piano a few times with my hands to make the sound more accurate.

Pulling the stool, Wu Zhe straightened his back and sat down upright.The sound of the piano sounded, and the deep sound of the piano flowed out slowly.It is the famous song "Erquan Yingyue".

At this time, Wu Zhe's mind also recalled the depressed days in his previous life, with his parents accompanying him and his master giving advice.

The sound hits the ears, and a song breaks the liver and intestines.

Finish a song.

"Good!" Two voices sounded at the same time.

It was Ma San and Zhang Ming who stood up and applauded at the same time.

They may not be familiar with other musical instruments, but Ah Bing's "Erquan Yingyue" is Xicheng's business card, and because of this piece, Xicheng people like the musical instrument erhu.I have been familiar with it since I was a child, so how could I not know whether it is good or bad.

Wu Zhe looked at the two of them and could only stand up and hug his fists.Ma San and Zhang Ming calmed down, Zhang Ming still admired: "Azhe, you should go to the Conservatory of Music. I heard from the third brother that you are going to the University of Science and Technology soon. It's a pity, you already have the attitude of a master at such a young age."

Wu Zhe could only say: "Brother Zhang, stop boasting. Music is just a hobby. Just be generous if you don't make people laugh."

"I'm not kidding, I'm serious. How about these two instruments, are you interested?" Zhang Ming asked again.

"I like it very much, please let Brother Zhang cut his love, and ask Brother Zhang to make a price." Wu Zhe said.

Zhang Ming pondered for a while: "Azhe, you can pay [-] for the three musical instruments. There are people who are destined to sell the goods. I only hope that you will come to me more often when you come back in the future."

Wu Zhe was overjoyed when he heard that: "Thank you, Brother Zhang. I didn't bring so much money today, so I'll pay a deposit first!"

After speaking, he took out more than 2000 of his money, and Wu Zhe also knew that he had taken advantage of it this time. From now on, these two musical instruments are priceless things, let alone [-] or even [-]. .

The key point is that the two instrument makers no longer make musical instruments because of their age, and this time they are less favored.

Zhang Ming said: "What about the deposit, you take the things away first, and come to pay when you are free."

Zhang Ming also saw that Wu Zhe was not a person in the pool. Since he had become a favor, as a veteran Jianghu, of course he had done the favor to the end.

Wu Zhe didn't want to owe too much, so he thought for a while and said, "Brother Zhang and Third Brother have listened to my flute and erhu, but haven't heard my guitar. I'll play and sing a song by myself. How about you listen to it?"

The two didn't know what Wu Zhe was thinking, so they could only nod.

Wu Zhe plucked the string with his fingers.Open your mouth and sing softly:
before the frosty moon falls

sleepless night

Pick up a pen to disturb the candle
Difficult to write memories
read human stories

can't escape parting

Countless clouds and sunny days

half-life blizzard
Tears that cannot be blown away when the flowers fall
If you can't call back the lone goose, you will eventually fly south

who knows

Only the bright moon comes to accompany

Missing gives me a bit haggard between my brows

Half a lifetime of wind and snow can't blow away the tears left by the years
I can't change it back, the blue silk has turned into ashes

Who will write the ending, love and hate can't be finished
I just looked at the shadow and sighed in self-pity several times. . . . . . . . . .

(End of this chapter)