Piano

Chapter 13
Since she retired, she hasn't played the piano seriously for almost eight years.

To be precise, it should be that after her grandfather passed away, she never played a complete piece of music from beginning to end.

Lan Xuesheng's eyes darkened, she felt that she was probably a little "near-native" at this moment, and she had clearly opened the curtain, but she didn't dare to touch the piano seriously for a moment.

——Afraid of touching the scene to make people fall in love, and also afraid that if I can't play it well, I will humiliate this good piano.

Lan Xuesheng pursed her lips. She stood beside the piano for a long time in a daze, until her legs felt a little numb, and then she carefully reached out and touched the empty surface of the piano.

This piano was originally made of eight-treasure gray tires, but when the lacquer was painted, people used lacquer mixed with malachite to push out large patches of green like pine needles on the surface of the piano.

Antler frost (there is deer antler frost in the eight-treasure gray tire), the natural light-colored star dots, matched with the white jade emblem, just become the frost and snow in the pine, so the piano looked from a distance, just like a piece of ink brush. pine snow map.

Lan Xuesheng's wrist paused slightly, and the movements on her fingertips were indescribably gentle—the fine silk strings were always very delicate, and she didn't play the piano for a long time, fearing that the strings would be easily broken if stretched on the surface of the piano for a long time, so she simply played One should be removed and put into the string box.

Therefore, the surface of the piano is now bare, and at a glance, except for the emblem inlaid with thirteen pieces of white jade, all you can see are green pines covered by snow.

This piano is called Yashang Tingsong, Lingji Style (also called Wanhe Song Style), it was the first piano that her grandfather Lan Tingsong cut for himself when he was just learning the art, and it was also his favorite piano during his lifetime.

When he was dying, he gave it to her as a gift.

He hoped that this clever qin named after him could accompany her by her side instead of him; he also hoped that she could take this "Wanhe pine" filled with his painstaking efforts and make good use of their Lan family's qin-cutting skills. Handed down.

It's a pity that she had a big fight with her father shortly after accepting this piano, and then retreated.

Lan Xuesheng's fingers trembled uncontrollably—the piano master Yun Se, who entered the industry at the age of 14 and emerged at the age of 16, became famous for a while, and disappeared suddenly when the scene was at its peak.

Now she is 26 years old, and she has already become the most ordinary one among all living beings.

Although she has been running a piano shop for these years, she has never accepted apprentices and started lessons like others.

There is a hurdle in her heart, she can't persuade herself, and she can't get over it.

Lan Xuesheng lowered her eyes, but this is something she has learned for more than ten years since she was a child, how can she discard it so easily?

If she didn't play for ten days, her fingers would feel uncomfortable, and if she didn't touch her for three months, her bones would itch.

But she couldn't get rid of her heart knot, and she didn't dare to let go of playing the piano, so whenever she got addicted to the piano, she would randomly pull a piece of cotton thread and sneak around the counter to get addicted.

Only when a customer comes to the door with a piano and asks her, the owner of the piano store, to change the strings and tune it, can she openly take the opportunity to touch two pianos and play two tunes.

——Up to now, she still doesn't know why she agreed to Feng Xi that day, it may be that Ah Si's food is too delicious, or it may be that the turtle-backed plum blossoms on Feng Xi's body really fascinated her eyes.

Of course, the most likely thing is probably the little unwillingness lurking in her heart. She likes to play the qin and also likes to play the qin.

She knew that there was a hurdle in her heart that she couldn't get over, so she wanted to find a reason for herself to overcome that hurdle——

She promised her grandpa that she would pass on the Lan family's piano making skills to the next generation.

Lan Xuesheng took a deep breath, and then carefully removed the piece of inspiration. The lacquer surface in her hand was as smooth as jade. She took out the string case, wiped the surface of the piano devoutly and attentively, and installed the strings.

"Grandpa, I will work hard to overcome that hurdle." Lan Xue murmured, and then slowly walked out of the room holding the Qin.

At that time, Feng Xi was giving him a belated education (fat) education (beating) according to Shuhu, Yiqin and Beast followed the sound and turned around to see the woman who came holding the piano, all of them were slightly startled .

"Damn it!" Shuhu, who was still begging for mercy, saw Lan Xuesheng's face clearly, and immediately slid back into the piano with a ghostly scream, while Feng Xi raised her brows indistinctly.

"The last time you said you had a good piano in your hand, I didn't pay much attention to it," Feng Xi said, getting up to meet her, and lovingly touching the forehead of the clever piano, "I just found out when I took it out today. , You are really a rare good thing."

"How to say?" Lan Xuesheng blinked blankly, although she knew that the material of the listening pine on the cliff in her arms was really good, but she never thought that it could be so good that even Feng Xi was somewhat surprised.

After all, as the first violin made by Fuxi himself back then, Feng Xi's body was outrageously expensive from head to toe, and she has lived for so many years, she must have seen countless precious violins, so she would not care about it This little idea of ​​hers.

"This qin has an aura." Feng Xi bent his eyes and smiled, "Although it is still very weak at the moment, but if the opportunity is right, in time, it will be able to practice and develop the spirit of the qin."

"I can see that the person who made it must have put their heart into it."

"Well, I really put my heart into it. It can even be said that this is almost the one he made with the most painstaking care." Lan Xue responded with a smile, and then started to tidy up the piano table that she had previously used as a shelf.

After setting up the table runner and the non-slip mat, she carefully placed the guqin, then picked up the score and sat down, shaking her fingers a little nervously.

"... Let me tell you first, I haven't played the piano seriously for several years, and my fingering may be a little rusty. I need to recover first. Don't laugh at me later." Lan Xue groaned.

"I'm a glass-hearted person. When people laugh at me, my spirit will immediately become abnormal. I'll show you my picks every minute."

"Yeah, don't worry Xuesheng, even if you play the split note today, I won't laugh at you." Feng Xi perfunctorily comforted her, and Lan Xuesheng got her answer, and then she turned around and played with the strings with peace of mind.

She hadn't played the qin seriously for many years, but now when she touched the strings, Lan Xuesheng's ten fingers were really stiff.

Fortunately, she has been practicing the piano for a long time, and the fingering of hooking, picking, picking, picking, splitting, and wiping has long been integrated into her muscles and has become instinctive. She has practiced the piano score several times carefully, and she can already He played the song "Good Night Yin" smoothly and proficiently.

Yes, it was this feeling of playing the piano, and it was time to add her own understanding to the piece.

Let her recall He Ruobi's life...and the kind of "joy" she wanted.

Lan Xuesheng calmed down, and slowly transformed herself into the high-spirited general of the early Sui Dynasty 400 years ago.

She saw that frivolous young man who was riding a horse and whipping his whip, step by step to become the general manager of Wuzhou, who is proficient in everything, and the joy gained on the battlefield reached its peak at the moment when Chen Jun was defeated. She suddenly moved her ten fingers——

The sound of the piano poured down like a river in an instant, and accompanied by the bright moon, it slapped on the river bank. The unique sound of gold and stone of the eight-treasure gray tire was accompanied by overtones (one of the three tones of the guqin) to form a golden sound. Feng Xi listened to the sound of the piano, but unconsciously He frowned heavily.

　The eight-treasure gray tire has a lot of gems added!So the sound of the piano will have a little sound of gold and stone!
　　It is difficult to say the specific gemstone type

　　Precious gems such as amber, red and green gems, malachite, pearls, gold, silver, coral shells, etc. may be ground and added inside, and the timbre and color effects of different gems may be different. Some red pianos have a big face. Probability added cinnabar.

　　Of course, these are all good pianos, made of real lacquer, and the pianos of a few hundred yuan like the one of certain treasure are probably modern technology. I heard the teacher said that there are varnish paints and pigments, and that kind of piano can't be played.

　　My personal suggestion. My personal suggestion is that if you want to learn the piano, a certain treasure that you are learning to play has just passed the four-digit rating and you can play it. If you are serious about learning, it is best to find a familiar and reliable person to buy the piano. The piano in the physical store is low. Because of the four-digit number, it is basically impossible to play, and the practice piano that can be played is at least two thousand?
　　At least that's how I learned it (about 16 years ago). Now that the price changes, the price may also change.

　　The main cost is not simply materials, but more labor. A good piano can only be cut by hand, and the machine cannot replace it. It takes one to one and a half years to make a piano with the help of modern technology, so the cheap ones really need materials. In doubt, either the workmanship is doubtful or the paint is doubtful, and the tire is too thin.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)