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Chapter 510 Dizi, music

Chapter 510 Dizi, Music
Ayin laughed and said, "Let's not talk about that, do you think this bamboo tube can make what I want?"

Li Junge asked: "What do you want to do?"

A Yin said, "Can you make a flute?"

Li Junge was amazed: "You...do you know how to play musical instruments?"

A Yin laughed and said, "It's strange for you to ask this question. How many of the Miao family don't know how to play bamboo instruments? Lusheng and suona are a little more difficult, but I think the flute is easier."

Li Junge said with a smile: "The principle of sound is the same. It is not much more difficult than a bird whistle. The difficulty is the position of the sound hole. Do you know the position of the sound hole?"

Ayin put the bamboo tube across his mouth, spread his little hands and fingers to make a flute-playing gesture, and said: "I remember the position of the sound hole and the blow hole, and the position of the membrane hole is between the sixth sound hole and the blow hole." The middle position is slightly lower, and there are two horizontal holes at the bottom of the back..."

After speaking, he turned the bamboo tube over and said, "It's roughly in this position."

Now Li Junge became interested, and said: "Hahaha, that's easy, come on, just do what you say!"

Ayin said: "This bamboo tube is about the same thickness and length as the one I used in Miao Village, but the inner diameter is a bit smaller..."

After speaking, he picked up a scraped round bamboo stick and said, "Well, the inner diameter should be about this big."

Li Junge smiled and said: "Leave it to me, it will be done in minutes!"

After speaking, he took a bamboo stick more than one meter long, just enough to reach into the bamboo tube that Ayin brought, and coated it with resin and fine sand to make a sand file.

Spread a piece of sackcloth on the pottery workbench, put the bamboo tube on it, insert the sand file into the bamboo tube, then twitch the sand file back and forth with the right hand, roll the bamboo tube with the palm of the left hand, and start to polish the inner diameter of the bamboo tube.

While polishing, I used the round bamboo stick that Ayin found and put it on it for comparison. Soon the bamboo stick could be smoothly put into the bamboo tube, and the inner diameter of the flute was considered to be expanded in place.

In order to keep improving, Li Junge also wrapped the sand file with sackcloth, inserted a bamboo tube to polish the inside, and then dripped coconut oil on it and polished it again until the inner hole became extremely smooth.

Ayin stuck out her tongue: "It's such a trouble, I knew I wouldn't do it."

Li Junge said with a smile: "Don't! This is an elegant thing. Ayin, you surprised me so much. This must be done. Go back and ask Ding Lao to complete a poem with a painting, that is a masterpiece!"

Draw a straight line on the bamboo pipe, ask Ayin to play the flute, and press his finger on it.

The ink line is half-dry, and when A Yin puts his fingers up, he will wipe off part of the ink line, and then take the midpoint to open a hole, and six sound holes can be obtained.

When A Yin was ready to pose, Li Junge told her not to move, and took a bamboo brush by himself, ready to mark the position of the blow hole on the ink line in front of the center of her lips.

Getting close to A Yin, Li Junge stared at A Yin's lips, but he didn't write for a long time.

A Yin kept the posture of playing the flute and did not dare to move, but her face gradually turned red, and she couldn't help but cast a glance at Li Junge.

Only then did Li Junge regain his attention, and said embarrassingly: "Ayin, your lips are so beautiful. If only the bamboo pen in my hand was dipped in rouge, it would be fine. Then I should have a poem, "Dian Crimson Lips."

After speaking, he took a bamboo pen and stroked lightly on the flute, and a small cross appeared on the flute.

A Yin relaxed as if he had received an amnesty, handed the flute to him and said, "Bad boy! You will make fun of me, it's up to you next."

Li Junge laughed loudly: "Look!"

I took a ruler and an iron-footed compass, measured and drew, determined the positions of each hole in the flute, first made shallow holes with a small hand drill, and then carefully opened the shallow holes with a large wooden drill, and polished them smooth one by one.

After speaking, he handed the flute to A Yin: "Complete! Come, play one!"

A Yin couldn't help laughing: "Erpi, you are really music blind, and you still need to put on the flute plug and the membrane! Give me the round bamboo stick just now."

Li Junge handed the round bamboo stick to A Yin, and A Yin inserted the bamboo stick into one end of the blowing hole of the flute, blocked the bamboo tube, then tore off a piece of bamboo film from the inside of a piece of raw bamboo, dipped it in water and stuck it on the film hole, and began to tune. sound.

Ayin's memory and Li Junge's technique are fine. At least Li Junge, who is blind to music, can hear all the sounds of Miphasorasi very correctly.

A Yin nodded and began to adjust the position of the bamboo stick. Li Junge heard the pitch change again.

Ayin smiled at Li Junge: "Erpi, do you prefer to listen to high notes or middle notes?"

Li Junge smirked foolishly and said: "Match it with your usual singing voice, and then when you teach me, I can accompany you."

Ayin glanced sweetly at Li Junge, adjusted it a few times, carved the depth on the bamboo stick with the tip of the compass, and said to Li Junge: "Go and get a small piece of cork, fill it in, and the flute will be ready. "

Li Junge immediately ran to find a piece of cork branch, and polished it into a round stick slightly bigger than the bamboo stick.

Ayin took out a small knife and took off a small section. In front of the previous scale on the bamboo stick, a new scale was carved compared to the thickness of the cork, and then a layer of thin resin with water was applied to the edge of the cork, and the cork was pushed into the bamboo just now. Rod arrives at the location.

Then put the flute aside and take tapioca flour to make a paste.

Seeing this, Li Junge was not idle, and began to cut and scrape bamboo pieces, put them together into a small box, and pasted linen on the inside.

A Yin laughed and said, "Erpi, I'm going to stick the Dimo, but what are you doing?"

While wrapping linen cloth around a bamboo stick, Li Junge said with a smile: "Although I can't play the flute, I know a lot about literati. The one I made just now is called the flute room; the one I'm making now is called the flute." Gallbladder. When not in use, oil the gallbladder and insert it into the flute and put it in the flute chamber, which can play a protective role.”

A Yin said: "Oh, you really made it into an elegant thing, we don't pay so much attention on the mountain."

Li Junge said with a smile: "Just kidding, chili oil is often used on the outside of the flute, and the flute will become more and more red and more beautiful!"

"It is mentioned in "The Book of Music" that the flute is also clean. Gaigu made the flute, cut the cloud and dreamed the frost cloud, and Falong recited the different rhyme. It can cleanse evil spirits, accommodate elegance and righteousness, and make a righteous voice. .Its system can be described as good."

"This musical instrument has always been the main part of my Han family's court music. It has always been inseparable from the beautiful vision of governing the country and the pious hope for the country's prosperity and people's peace."

A Yin couldn't help sticking out her tongue again, and said with a smile: "No wonder you are so serious, but we just use it to express our emotions and brag about it."

Li Junge said with a smile: "There is nothing wrong with it. Heaven's heart is the heart of the people, and the sky listens to the people. It's always connected."

A Yin gave him a sideways glance, and also laughed: "The sky is big, and Erpi's tongue is the biggest. Anyway, you're the one who's touting."

After the pulp was boiled, Ayin took the flute, brushed a circle around the membrane hole, then took a section of reed and cut it, cut the inner membrane into small squares with the stitches of a small compass, kneaded the thumb and index finger into a small ball and then When it was opened, some fine wrinkles appeared on the reed membrane, and then it collapsed again, and the reed membrane was carefully attached to the membrane hole, so that the membrane pattern and the bamboo pattern of the flute were aligned horizontally.

Then he pressed the reed film lightly with his thumb a few times, adjusted the tightness of the reed film, wiped off the excess cassava pulp, raised his head and smiled at Li Junge: "Er Pi, it's ok, let's try it?"

Li Junge had been longing for it for a long time, and said, "Is it finally ready? Try it quickly."

A Yin smiled slightly, picked up the flute with his left hand, led Li Junge with his right hand, and came to the end of the dam beside the stone mill, let him sit on the corner of the big blue stone, and stood beside him, facing the small lake, Put the bamboo flute horizontally to his mouth.

A beautiful and melodious flute sounded from the side of the stone mill, passed through the forest tops, brushed over the reeds, passed over the small lake, echoed along the green mountains and valleys, and met the moonlight shining in the clouds.

The pure and flawless moonlight shines on A Yin's clear and beautiful face, the beauty is like jade, the moonlight is like water, and the sound of the flute is like a complaint.

Li Junge was fascinated by what he heard, and his heart was filled with peace and joy.

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He felt that he had turned into flowing water, into mountain wind, and finally into moonlight, jumping on the sparkling lake, playing on the reed leaves in the forest, and shuttling on the valley and creek.

This feeling is like entering the Tai Chi space, where the body can fly freely along with the thoughts.

The melodious and clear prelude gradually dissipated in the valley, and a melodious and soft tune slowly picked up.

It was the love song that Ayin sang in front of him in a low voice when they made love - "Birds Wokou San".

Li Junge couldn't help but hum along with the music:

"A gentleman welcomes guests, and a secluded person is his companion.

Gradually, gradually, the dynasty of the moon is over.

The dry magpie leaves the nest, the male and the female rise.

Lucky for you, Qingguang..."

Thinking that the original words here do not fit the current state of mind, he changed it casually like a ghost: "Weiji..."

The eyes of the two gradually met together, and they both remembered that charming moment on the mountain behind the Miao Village, their eyes were full of tenderness.

A love song slowly dissipated, A Yin put down the flute, but the eyes of the two continued to be entangled, as if they both stayed at this time and that time.

After a long time, only a "pop" sound was heard, and the two of them woke up from this dreamlike scene.

Turning his head, he saw that Huzi was standing next to him with a dazed face, and Huzi still raised his right hand empty-handed, and the pickup in his hand had fallen to the ground without realizing it.

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in the program.

Bell: "Music!"

Lune: "Music!"

Nian: "Music!"

Bell: "It's not only the magician's artistic accomplishment in bamboo lacquerware and architecture that is shocking! Ingris' melodious flute sound touched the hearts of all of us! Where does her elegance and beauty come from? This is the root , Her beauty does not come from appearance, but from the heart! What is this? Oh! She is no longer Venus, no longer Athena, at this moment she is the incarnation of the goddess of moonlight!"

Luen: "Oriental musical instruments, oriental music, oriental goddess! My heart is already drunk at the moment! What kind of song is this? The ancient, harmonious and beautiful words that Jungle read just now are the accompaniment of this song." word?"

Nian: "This is the greatest joy in life, it is a spring in the hard life on the island, it is the long-lasting truth of human nature, it is the desire to love and be loved..."

Bell: "How could this be? A wilderness survival program, how could it be like this? Such an artistic conception feels like a clear spring suddenly springs up in the desert, and green grass suddenly grows on both sides, and then flowers bloom in a blink of an eye... "

Lu En: "Yes, the world became cool in an instant, and there was a burst of floral fragrance in the wind..."

Nian: "This... this is love... I'm a little envious..."

Bale: "Lune, I have a feeling right now."

Lune: "I know, I miss my wife too, I can't wait to call her now and tell her I love her..."

Bell: "How about we fight now? Just on the show?"

Lun: "Good!"

Nian: "You... you are abusing... you are discriminating... you are trampling... the director! I want more money from the director!"

(End of this chapter)