Piano

Chapter 6 The first method of repairing the piano by choosing wood

"Besides, that string was made by you, and it is contaminated with your aura, so you have to stimulate it yourself, even I can't interfere." Feng Xi rolled his eyes.

"In addition, feelings are not things, and they cannot be made into sound unless they are at the extreme. Ordinary people want to appreciate the meaning of the music to the extreme, but they must have a pure heart. Therefore, those who do not have a heart cannot make strings. Of course It won’t be able to repair my main body.”

After Feng Xi finished speaking, she breathed out slightly, and Lan Xuesheng at the side shook her head and shook her head following her words, she grinned and bared her teeth for a while: "Hiss~ I understand."

"You mean, I not only want to help you make the strings, but also after the strings are finished, I have to play two pieces of music to consecrate them and offer offerings until the hidden things in the strings are removed." Rhythmic power' has been flickered out, so it can be wound for you."

Feng Xi laughed in response: "If you understand it this way, there is nothing wrong with it."

"Success." Lan Xue nodded, "Then how do I 'consecrate' it?"

"Generally speaking, if you can play your own qin music based on your own experience and reach the peak of your five aspirations, it is naturally the best." Feng Xi thought for a while, raised her finger and tapped the qin lightly Uh, "but that's not practical."

"For one thing, you are still young and have insufficient experience. It is indeed too difficult for you to compose suitable piano music."

"Secondly, time is tight. My main body has been broken for a long time, and we don't have that much time to wait for you to read all the world."

Feng Xi clapped her hands: "So, we have to take a shortcut quickly."

"Go, take a shortcut?" Lan Xue was surprised, and Feng Xi lowered her eyebrows lightly when she heard the words: "Yes, take a short cut that is not too big or too small."

"It's a fantasy to expect you to compose the music now, so let's practice it with the ready-made ancient music that is relatively easy to inspire the five minds in the string."

"I'm thinking about how to describe this kind of practice to you." Feng Xi stretched out his hand and rubbed his chin, "Let's put it this way...Xue Sheng, have you heard of the experience school and the performance school in the show?"

"I used to know a little bit about it when I was still chasing dramas..." Lan Xuesheng was slightly startled, "Experientialism means that actors blur the boundaries between themselves and their characters, and achieve an organic unity of the inside and outside, presenting the audience with the real life of the characters. ’ rather than ‘performance.’”

"And the performance school uses various techniques to 'shape' themselves into a character that is far from themselves, and deepen it to a certain extent, so that it has vitality?"

"Yes, that's it." Feng Xi nodded, "Xuesheng, I need you to be an 'experimentalist' first, completely substituting yourself into the Qujing, and fully experience the outside of the Qu, with a heart in mind."

"In this way, wait until you really discern the emotions in it, and then pull yourself out and transform into a 'performance school'."

"Emm... is it based on the meaning of the original song, and according to my own feelings, to create a second creation?" Lan Xue smacked her lips.

"Yes." Feng Xi smiled, "First reach the extreme, and then turn into the realm of transformation, and make it your own. Using this method, you can maximize your violin heart and give birth to strings. Meaning, recast the spirit of Qin Jian."

"This is equivalent to letting you step on the achievements of your predecessors and go your own way-this can save a lot of time."

"Okay, I understand." Lan Xuesheng nodded her head like a chicken pecking rice.

I don't know if Feng Xi looked too serious at this time, listening to her words, she always recalled her youthful years when she was still listening to the teacher in the classroom for no reason, and she sat upright unconsciously for a moment, He straightened his back.

"Then what should I do next—which string to make first, and which piece to practice?"

"It depends on you." Feng Xi smiled half a smile, "Happiness, anger, worry, worry, fear, among these five ambitions, which one do you want to get through first?"

"Hi...well." Lan Xuesheng hesitated for a while, "I feel like it's easier to understand, but the others seem a little complicated."

"Really? That's not necessarily the case." Feng Xi was noncommittal, and after speaking, he took out a sheet music from the piano and uploaded a large stack of materials, and then stuffed it into Lan Xuesheng's arms, "Take it."

"What is this, this, this?" Lan Xuesheng, who was suddenly stuffed with a handful of papers, was in a hurry, and almost fell back into the cushion on the spot. Spectrum, as well as He Ruobi's detailed life and specific specifications of Zheng Xian."

"By the way, do you have a working guqin here? It should be strong, durable, and have a good tone. It's best not to be tile ash. That thing may not be able to withstand the rhyme, and it may easily collapse."

"If you open the piano shop, of course you have a good piano in your hand." Lan Xuesheng struggled to sit upright again, but her face collapsed uncontrollably the moment she looked down at the stack of documents, "Babao gray tire , all silk strings, Yuzhen old paulownia wood—the piano is upstairs in the study, don’t worry, I’ll bring it out for you to see later.”

"However, it's fine if you give me the original score of "A Good Night Yin", why are you giving me so many records of He Ruobi's life? Could it be that "A Good Night Yin" was really composed by him?"

Lan Xuesheng frowned as she spoke, "The Song of a Good Night" was composed in the Sui Dynasty, but it was popular in the Ming Dynasty. Because the years have passed so long, the author of the original song is almost impossible to test.

There have always been two opinions about the original work in the Qin circle, one is that it was written by He Ruobi, a famous general in the early Sui Dynasty, and the other is that it was created by all members of the Yushan School.

In the past when she was practicing the piano, she only felt that although the fingerings of this piece were few, it had an elegant rhyme, and the artistic conception was long and leisurely. It seems today...

Could it be that this was really done by that martial artist He Ruobi?
But the history books never said that he was good at music!

Lan Xuesheng was full of doubts. Feng Xi, who had put away the piano, rested her chin with one hand, and casually said "guess". Seeing this, Xi raised her hand and patted her on the head lightly.

"Actually, you don't need to get too entangled in this issue." The girl smiled slightly, "Because, no matter whether He Ruobi is the author of this song or not, there are so many piano scores in the world that regard it as "A Good Night" in the solution. The original work of "Introduction" must mean that in his life, there must have been a period of time when his experience and mentality subtly coincided with the meaning of the song."

"So, you don't need to worry about it too much, just read his life and ponder the meaning of "A Good Night"."

"It's not a good habit to get to the bottom of it sometimes." Feng Xi slowly withdrew her hand, "After all, the boundary between 'truth' and 'false' may not be clear."

"——It's all in one thought."

"...En." Lan Xuesheng was silent for a long while, and then squeezed out a soft voice from her throat. Just when Feng Xi thought that she had completely figured it out and would not have any other strange problems, she But suddenly he raised his head with burning eyes.

"But actually, Miss Feng Xi."

"I still have a little bit of doubt, and I want to get to the bottom of it one last time." Lan Xuesheng rubbed her hands.

"Just a little bit."

(End of this chapter)