Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 191 The Angry Guitar
He Ping lightly touched Zhang Yu's arm, then smiled and said to the group of college students: "Hello, we both saw you reciting poetry here just now, and thought it was very good. I'm a little presumptuous, so I'm sorry."

The students did not show wariness or strangeness towards the arrival of the two, but instead made a welcome gesture.

There were about 20 students in this group of men and women, and they warmly invited them to sit with them.He Ping sat down on the lawn casually, and Zhang Yu saw him sit down, so he followed suit.

The students continued to recite poems, some of which were written by themselves, and some of which were famous works.

At first, everyone was still reading poetry in a friendly manner, but since Zhang Yu sat down, the boys seemed to have become athletes on the [-]-meter track.

After the two boys read aloud, the girls present all noticed the strange atmosphere.

Finally, after a thin and tall boy came out holding a guitar, the atmosphere in the arena reached an embarrassing climax, and the boys present let out a burst of laughter.

He Ping also let out a good-natured laugh, he understood the mentality of these boys too well, who didn't come from the ignorant age of the second year of middle school.

The faces of the girls changed a little, and they were both angry and funny at the behavior of these boys, and at the same time a little embarrassed.

What was supposed to be a good poetry reading was completely spoiled by these boys.

He Ping was a little surprised that someone came out holding a guitar and wanted to show off. The popularity of guitars on university campuses should have been after 86. At this time, it is undoubtedly a very interesting thing for someone to hold a guitar and play and sing on campus. Forceful thing.

The thin and tall boy first introduced himself, "My name is Cheng Siwei, and I am very happy to participate in the activities of our poetry club today. Everyone has recited their masterpieces, and I have no preparations. I will give you a live song, "Young My friends come to meet" as a gift to everyone, I hope you like it."

As soon as Cheng Siwei finished speaking, there was applause from below, as well as booing from the boys.

He Ping complained in his heart, this is called unprepared, brother, you are as shameless as me!
"Young friends

meet today

swing the boat

warm wind blowing gently

fragrant flowers and singing birds
spring is intoxicating

......"

Cheng Siwei didn't feel stage fright because of the booing of the crowd, but sang a song openly.

At this time, popular songs from Hong Kong and Taiwan have not yet entered the country. The song he sang was written by Zhang Meitong, composed by Gu Jianfen, and sung by Ren Yan. It is one of the most popular songs among young people in the past two years.

Cheng Siwei's voice is clear and clear, and his sense of music is also very good. The only pity is that he played a few wrong notes and the guitar was not tuned properly. However, these were amazing enough for the students present. After all, in this age Not to mention playing and singing on the guitar, many people have never even seen a guitar.

At the end of a song, the boys let out a booing sound after Cheng Siwei sang. The attitude of the girls changed a little. Several girls looked at Cheng Siwei with light in their eyes.

"One more, one more."

The students booed, but the tall and thin boy ignored everyone's voices and walked up to He Ping.

"Comrade, you always frowned when I played the piano just now, is there something wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's fine, it's fine." He Ping realized that his frown just now might have been a little obvious, which made the boy in front of him feel uncomfortable, so he spoke to comfort him.

Although Cheng Siwei was a little displeased with He Ping's frown just now, he still acted sincerely and said: "Comrade, if there is a problem with my playing or singing, please point it out. Your attitude makes me I don’t understand, I believe you must have frowned when you discovered the problem with my playing and singing. Now I ask you and you don’t say it, is it because you have already presupposed in your heart that I am a person who cannot accept criticism? This is for me It’s a bit offensive. If I have a problem, please point it out. Only criticism can make progress, okay?”

Cheng Siwei's words made He Ping a little impressed, the young man can do it!
If this young man is not sincerely asking him for advice, then He Ping must praise him, the young man is a good material for being an official.

In fact, when He Ping came here to say the first sentence just now, what He Ping recalled in his mind was the clichéd routine of pretending to be forceful and slapping faces in various online novels in later generations. , the development of things seems to be like this.

But the next few words of Cheng Siwei changed the direction of the matter. His seemingly frank and sincere attitude made He Ping a picky villain.

Meet a master!He Ping thought to himself.

No matter whether this classmate Cheng Siwei sincerely wants to ask for advice, or wants to show off in front of the woman he likes, He Ping must accept this trick. Who made him relax the management of facial muscles just now.

"It seems that I judged the heart of a gentleman with the heart of a villain. Let me apologize to this classmate first." He Ping stood up and bowed to the boy, and then said: "There are two main reasons for my frown just now. One is because the student played a few wrong notes when he played section B; the second is that the tuning of the guitar is not accurate, and this may be the reason that affected the performance of this student."

He Ping explained the reason for frowning, and the students around showed their original expressions, only Cheng Siwei couldn't accept it, "Impossible, I can understand if you say I played the wrong note, but my guitar is specially If you ask someone to tune it, you can’t make a mistake.”

Everyone's eyes turned to He Ping, wanting to see what he had to say.

Zhang Yu was also a little curious. He only knew that He Ping was a writer, but he didn't expect to be able to play the piano.

"Mind if I use your guitar?"

Cheng Siwei didn't believe He Ping's words. His guitar was tuned by someone specially with a tuner, so how could it be wrong.

He handed the guitar to He Ping, and he wanted to see how this man was going to make up nonsense.

He Ping took the guitar and played a chord that Cheng Siwei had played with the pick. The movement was a bit jerky, and he hadn't played it for a long time.

"This is the chord you just played."

A slight disdain appeared on Cheng Siwei's face, and he really didn't know what to do if he wanted to show off at this level.

He Ping first adjusted the first string to the standard pitch on his own. Without the help of any tools, tuning the first string to the standard pitch is entirely based on personal feeling. This thing requires not only practice, but also talent .

Then he holds down the 2th fret of the 5nd string, plays the open string 1st string and the 2nd string successively, and compares the two notes until the pitch of the 2nd string is consistent with the 1st string, and so on until the pitch of the 6th string is consistent with the 5th string.

After tuning the sound, He Ping played the chord just now again, and the melodious sound of the piano was transmitted to everyone's ears through the resonance of the piano box, as if there was a slight difference, but he couldn't tell.

Except for Cheng Siwei who had learned the guitar for a while, Zhang Yu was the only one who knew music theory. She immediately heard the difference between the strings of the guitar and looked at He Ping with brilliant eyes.

Cheng Siwei originally looked at the good show with his arms raised. It can be seen that He Ping tuned the guitar in 2 minutes, and after the tuning, it sounded better than before. Only then did he realize that he had encountered a real guitar today. tall man.

(End of this chapter)