abnormal musician

Chapter 350 I sincerely present "Serenade". (Please subscribe ~ monthly pass!)
Li Shaojie knew very well that at this time, any language would be superfluous.

Since there is a piano, then, musicians, we must use the way of comforting musicians.

The brother was deeply in pain and couldn't extricate himself.

And the cries from around were even more depressing.

If you want to "entertain" at this time, it will undoubtedly hit their pain points even more.

Because, they just lost their homes, they just lost their loved ones.

But in fact, not only seniors, but they need "entertainment" to heal their pain.

And if you blindly express your sadness, it will be even worse.

Therefore, in the selection of songs, it should not be too relaxed and happy, but it should not be too sad to add fuel to the fire.

"Quiet" and "Stable" can also contain a beautiful serenade, which is undoubtedly the best choice.

Serenade is a musical genre.

Generally, it is used to express affection and pour out love to the beloved.

The serenade at the beginning was a song that a man sang to his lover's window at night.

The serenade, a musical genre that originated in medieval European knightly writing, is also different from nocturne.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with saying that the famous domestic folk song "Little River Flows" is a serenade in terms of Western music genres.

"Love Song Under the Moon" is undoubtedly the best explanation.

Slowly, Li Shaojie played the piano.

The four measures imitate the starting rhythm of the guitar, which is slightly lighter, but not very lively.

The progression of notes was handled very slowly and softly by Li Shaojie.

Feisal was stunned for a moment, and the half-decomposition in D minor unfolded, quiet and lyrical, the harmony of 1645 was very gentle, and the rhythm of four and three beats was full of a rhythm of vitality.

In the dark night.

Among the dilapidated ruins.

The beautiful serenade swayed lightly.

The surrounding environment and the beautiful music formed an extremely strong contrast.

The beautiful music that was supposed to be played in the resplendent and resplendent concert hall now appeared in the devastated outskirts of the city.

But the dilapidated land that shouldn't be able to sound such a beautiful music sounded such a music.

The audience of the music has also become the most difficult refugee to appreciate art.

In such a place, it is undoubtedly a luxury to be able to enjoy such music.

But here is the place that needs the most artistic and humanistic care.

The faint cries around seemed to slowly stop after the music started.

The music that interprets the beautiful love has become the gentle hand of the lover, calming and gracefully soothing the inner trauma.

Music transcends time and space.

Like the music played by Orpheus, the son of Apollo, even the stones shed tears for it. The wonderful music even traveled to Hades, moved the boatman of the Styx, tamed the three-headed dog, and even the Nemesis and Pluto and Queen Pluto were all moved by it.

But Orpheus could not save the dead Eurydice.

Refugees who have lost loved ones cannot find those lost.

Where humanity is destroyed, there seems to be very little music can do.

However, the song seems to have life force.

Soothes the grieving.

These sad people are like Orpheus who lost Eurydice.

"Why am I the one who survived?"

Orpheus also wanted to go to the underworld with his wife, but the boatman of the river Styx refused to cross him while he was still alive.

Orpheus had to return to the world alone.

Since then, he lost all interest in it.

The dead body was buried at the foot of Mount Olympus, where the nightingales sang better than any bird anywhere.

The lyre that Apollo gave to Orpheus rose into the night sky and decorated the sky.

It was called Lyra by later generations.

The twists and turns of fate seem to return to modern times.

Just like Orpheus.

The brother who lost his family and became a refugee suffered a lot.

Once a happy life, now whispers of reality.

The strong contrast made him really wish to go to the kingdom of death together.

But the people of Sri Lanka have passed away, and so are the living.

The biggest role of beautiful music is to let the suffering people know that there is still beauty in this world, and beautiful things will belong to you.

The light of hope will not fade away.

The devil who plunders benefits and brings destruction in the name of anti-terrorism will one day be judged by angels.

Launching proxy wars to desecrate the sovereignty of other countries and wanton air strikes, no matter how powerful the beasts are, they will only be served on the dining table and become fish on the chopping board.

Li Shaojie believes that although the rescue of art is insufficient, at least one tragedy should not be expanded into countless greater tragedies.

To be alive is to be lucky, to be alive is everything.

To live is to have greater hope.

At the very least, Li Shaojie hopes that these suffering people can overcome their sorrow, live well and live happily.

Above the ruins, in the quiet night, there is only the sound of the piano singing like a nightingale.

The spread is not far, but the number of refugees in this batch is not large for the time being.

Just as contagious as sadness is peace of mind.

The turbulent colors of the music began to change.

It was a serene passion.

Can feel a kind of just right caring, not offensive caring.

Good things can always bring people healing.

A peaceful and beautiful serenade, like the whisper of the goddess of the night.

The unceasing sobbing sound also disappeared.

As if tired from crying, she calmed down.

In the extreme fatigue of mind and body, after receiving such comfort, he finally fell asleep slowly.

The night sky returned to silence.

Among the ruins, the wind also seemed to calm down.

Feisal's complexion improved a little.

Although it still hurts, the tense feeling has relaxed.

Faisal wanted to learn this serenade very much, and wanted to play this serenade to more people.

Of course, I also want to play for those who only live in their own memories.

"Brother, this piece of music is given to you by me."

After playing, Li Shaojie said softly to Feisal.

"I know what you think, brother, but brother, you are a pianist and a musician. Sometimes, musicians can do very few things, but sometimes they can do a lot."

Feisal nodded silently.

Yes.

If you go to rescue refugees, in fact, with your own strength, you really can't save a few.

However, if you, as a musician, call for the attention of the international community, you can really get help.

Moreover, using music to educate refugees can help these innocent children grow up physically and mentally.

Children are the future of a nation.

Don't let the children degenerate because of the war.

What Li Shaojie wanted to say was naturally so.

"It's late, go to bed early."

Hearing Li Shaojie's words, Feisal nodded.

The red eyes are full of exhaustion.

Feisal knew that he couldn't blindly immerse himself in grief.

Because children still need themselves, the people of their own country, and their own music to soothe their pain.

Like Li Shaojie said.

Musicians may not be able to do a lot, but they can also do a lot.

Li Shaojie solemnly handed over the score of the Serenade to his senior brother.

The music score is very delicate, and it seems that it has been prepared long ago.

Faisal felt warm and touched in his heart.

Yes.

Although the world is like hell, I still have my respected teacher and kind-hearted juniors.

He glanced at the cover of the sheet music.

There are several lines written on it.

It seems to condense the friendship between the brothers and sisters, and also condenses the distance between the two nations.

It is the friendship between the two countries.

Yes, Huaxia, which had been invaded by foreign enemies for a hundred years and had come up step by step from humiliation, felt the pain of xlya at this moment.

[Chinese musician Li Shaojie, sincerely gifted to senior brother, XL sub-pianist Faisal]

[May the world be peaceful, I wish the brothers happiness, and hope that XL Ya will be born again. 】

Trembling, he opened the cover.

On the title page, there is a paragraph written.

[Art can't control war and interests, but at least let art protect the last kindness and beauty of people. ——In the post-war ruins, the reunion of musicians from the two countries. 】

[May the friendship last forever. 】

Feisal treasured it.

Perhaps, this moment will not be known to the world because there are no audiences and reporters.

But after many years, this story may become a good story in the history of music and be passed on to the world.

Silent all night.

The next day, after Li Shaojie and Lu Qiuer got up, they went straight to an abandoned house whose ceiling had been blown away.

Although the ceiling was blown up, after cleaning, the dilapidated walls around were repaired, and it can already be used as a classroom.

As a teacher, Lu Qiuer also started to take care of the children.

In the past, I taught high school, but this time, I teach children of elementary and junior high school age.

No way, the current teacher resources are scarce.

Teachers from nearby schools were injured and sacrificed a lot in order to protect their children.

And the teachers who are about to arrive later are also on their way at this time.

However, it will be achieved soon.

All Lu Qiuer had to do was organize the children among the refugees and arrange them into classes in batches.

Post-disaster education is crucial, not for education, but for guidance.

To be honest, it's hard to communicate.

The cramped Arabic is barely enough to ask a few simple things in life.

It's really not enough.

However, it is still possible to have local officials who can speak English to communicate and make some arrangements for the children first.

But Li Shaojie was not in a hurry to do anything.

After the arrangements are made, take the children to choose musical instruments to play.

Under such conditions, it is very lucky to have a musical instrument as a toy.

The children were not impatient, and happily played the instruments, trying to make sounds.

Sun Yichen and other musicians who came with them also played with the children.

There is no teaching of music theory, and no boring teaching of musical instruments.

Just presentable, let the children try to make sounds, and then make regular sounds, until they come up with a short simple melody.

Playing is the main thing.

After the arrangement, Li Shaojie started to do his own thing.

As a UNESCO Charity Ambassador, use your status well while doing these things.

Li Shaojie wanted the world to know the tragedy here.

I want the voices of these children and the pain of the children to be known to the world.

They need attention, they need love.

It may be more meaningful to call for and do some works as a charity ambassador.

Li Shaojie started composing.

Make a pop song.

Harmony and melody are not complicated, but very simple.

Simple singing and simple melody can spread better.

The end of the melody was gently stretched, and then a gap was opened.

It was like falling into a trough, going around in circles, climbing up step by step, and returning to the original point.

In the mystery of the notes, Li Shaojie's blessings for this place are included.

Although I have suffered unspeakable suffering, I hope that after going around, Damascus will still become the Damascus with the fragrance of roses.

The production of the song and the filling in of the lyrics are not too difficult.

After making a general appearance, Li Shaojie had a new plan.
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Instead, let the children sing by themselves.

The immature voice of a child can often touch more people.

Li Shaojie is not trying to become famous for himself, but wants to call the world's attention through the most innocent and kind voice.

Just as he was thinking, Li Shaojie walked over to Lu Qiuer.

"Sister, what did we do wrong?"

A childish voice asked suspiciously.

It's a gray-faced, but delicate-faced little fellow.

"You didn't do anything wrong, it's just bad luck."

It can be seen that it is not just Lu Qiuer.

The eyes of the several helpers who came with them in the country also started to turn red.

"Sister, our home is gone, what should we do in the future?"

A little girl had a timid look on her face.

The experience of this period of time is something a little girl can bear.

But she also knew ignorantly that at least these yellow-skinned, black-haired brothers and sisters in front of her were helping her rebuild her homeland.

The sensible is distressing.

It seems that I lost my childhood and became sensible overnight.

"The home is gone, we will rebuild it."

Lu Qiuer patted the little girl's head.

An accompanying official was patiently interpreting.

"You guys, grow up quickly, study hard, and when the time comes, build a house for your compatriots that will never be bombed, okay?"

"it is good!!"

The immature voices of children around answered in unison.

Grow up quickly and study hard.

Build a big, strong house.

The kids seem to have a purpose.

"However, although everyone doesn't know how to build a house yet, we can also do something."

Lu Qiuer clapped her hands.

"Then let's go now and make our city more beautiful, shall we?!"

"it is good!"

The pale ruins looked extremely depressing.

Lu Qiuer took the children to the ruins.

The accompanying officials transported cans of gouache out of the car.

Lu Qiu'er distributed the gouache, and took the children to graffiti on the ruined walls.

This scene was faithfully captured by the United Nations documentary photographer.

Li Shaojie watched quietly from the side.

There was a smile on his face.

Children, are rediscovering their childhood.

Use colorful gouache paints to paint and paint on the walls.

When the interest comes, she will splash a whole box of gouache on the wall with the encouragement of sister Qiu'er.

On the walls that have not yet collapsed, draw graffiti from your childhood.

The pale ruins are gradually being painted in rainbow colors.

(End of this chapter)