The beginning of a small three, singing and crying water friends

Chapter 55 Opening of the Music Festival

"Shushashasha..." Chu He sat at the table and wrote the melody at a very fast speed.

Surrounded by a group of people who have been stunned.

Although Zhang Zhe had heard that Chuhe wrote songs very quickly, it was precisely because of this that he invited Chuhe.

But... no one ever told him it was such a quick way.

This is no longer a block, but a thriller.

How long does it take?

Zhang Zhe glanced at the phone subconsciously.

Damn, it's only been less than 15 minutes, isn't it?
Although it's just a rough melody, it's too fast, can it really work?
Zhang Zhe looked at Chuhe who had put down his pen, and swallowed.

"How about... let's slow down? Actually, it's not that urgent..." He was a little panicked. This song was going to be taken to the music festival. If something went wrong, it would not only be them, but the entire Chinese music scene that would be ashamed.

"?"

Chuhe looked at him suspiciously, "Didn't you tell me that time is tight and the task is heavy?"

"..."

Zhang Zhe opened his mouth, but finally said nothing.

What's the matter with feeling a little bit inexplicable?

Forget it, let him toss about it, after all, he can beat himself by a few blocks in songwriting.

After the melody was finished, Chuhe handed it to the band teacher who was waiting by now.

"This is the complete song. Let's practice and hone some of the details in it. Don't have psychological pressure, just follow my rhythm."

"Okay." The band leader didn't care about Chuhe's words. He just took a quick glance at the side and he knew that the song was not easy.

Zhang Zhe saw that he had nothing to do here, so he found a corner and sat down consciously, and gave up the stage of the music studio.

Is the song written in just 15 minutes really okay?
He has nothing in mind.

"Here the guzheng starts, yes, you must hold down the rhythm, don't mess up, the flute is ready, the sound should be fuller, relax, you are too nervous..."

Chuhe has already started to get busy.

The people Zhang Zhe recruited were all professional, and they got along quickly, but Chuhe still kept improving and demanded to do the best in every detail.

With the improvement of proficiency, everyone gradually tasted the extraordinaryness of this song.

Different from Western symphonies, Chuhe's song has a melodious melody, and everyone seems to have a misty Jiangnan ink painting in front of them.

The unique charm and delicacy of traditional Chinese musical instruments add a bit of sadness to this song.

It seems that there are mountain springs and streams lying next to my ears.

Zhang Zhe was completely dumbfounded.

Chuhe always seems to surprise people.

Once this song comes out...

He didn't dare to think further.

The impact of this may not be as simple as just one country.

After playing a song, Chu He fell into deep thought. After a while, he walked up to the young lady who was playing the guzheng and asked, "You play the guzheng very well. What's your name?"

"Gong Lan."

Chu He nodded, "There will be a guzheng solo of about 20 seconds in the middle of this song, can you finish it?"

The current song is a simplified castrated version of Chu He. After all, the running-in time is still too short, but after listening to the song they played just now, he thinks that Gong Lan can try it.

"it is good."

Gong Lan's temper seemed a bit cold, but she agreed very simply.

Playing such a piece for the first time made her feel a lot of pressure, but after only practicing it twice, she was completely immersed in the artistic conception of this piece.

"Okay, then let's do it again, this time you control the rhythm yourself, get ready, let's play the zither!"

……

In the next two days, Chuhe almost lived in the music studio.

In addition to teaching the band to practice the song, he still has a lot of work to do, and the post-production work of the entire song is almost done by himself alone.

At this time, the time is approaching the opening of the music festival.

Even with little publicity from the organizers, there's been a lot of buzz about the festival online.

The main reason is that many well-known international bands will come this time, and they are themselves topical.

Related discussion posts can also be seen everywhere on major social media.

"Recently, I saw that some celebrities reposted something about an international music festival on their social software. Does anyone know what this is for?"

"The international music festival held in China is a bit hard to describe."

"Who says it's not? It's uncomfortable to spend money to find it. It's an equal exchange, but it's actually being hanged and beaten by others. It's not that I look down on our country's orchestra, which is obviously not an opponent."

"You can't say that, and there is no rule to compare, but you can't compare. I think we should increase publicity to let more people get in touch with this kind of music, so that orchestral music can develop in our country."

"You think too simply, let alone say that you are 30 years behind, even if it takes another 50 years, it will be enough to catch up with those foreign bands."

"To be honest, I really can't appreciate that kind of music. I might as well listen to Chuhe's "Flastic" again if I have the time."

"Good guy, can this also involve Chuhe?"

There are many people participating in the discussion, and Chuhe doesn't care.

He is still very confident in his songs, at least it will scare those who feel that their country's orchestra is not good enough.

……

Friday at six o'clock.

Chuhe brought Jiang Xiaorou to the gate of the opera house.

"Chuhe, this way!"

As soon as the two got out of the car, they saw Zhang Zhe standing at the door and waving at them.

Not only Zhang Zhe, but also director He Changlin, and the anchor who had been with Chu He, Yinzi, were also there.

After greeting them, Chuhe looked at Yinzi and asked curiously, "Why are you here?"

Seeing Chuhe, Yinzi was also very happy, "Hey, although I don't hang out in this circle now, I used to be a member of the circle anyway, so I came here to join in the fun. It's you, I heard you made a big noise again?"

It is widely rumored on the Internet that where there is the Chu River, there are rivers and lakes. This is not just a joke.

"Look at what you said, it's just an exchange music festival, it's not a big deal." Chuhe shook his head indifferently.

"Heh, there is already a lot of noise on the Internet, the nature of the exchange? Just talking about it, this music festival has long been interpreted by these netizens as a symphony competition at home and abroad. Anyway, come on. This time is our home field anyway, don't be ashamed .”

"Don't worry." Chu He agreed.

"By the way, there is one more thing I want you to help me with." Yin Zi suddenly had a flattering expression.

"what?"

Chuhe immediately became vigilant, and he found that something was wrong with today's money.

"It's not a big deal. I'm going to hold a concert next week. Will you help me keep the venue in check?"

"What? A concert? Aren't you out of the entertainment circle?" Chu He looked confused, wondering why an anchor wanted to hold a concert.

"I'm not reconciled." Yinzi smiled unnaturally, "Let's talk about the details later, the music festival is about to start, so go in quickly."

"Success, let's talk later." Chuhe looked at the time, and it was time to go in and get ready.

After saying hello to a few people, Chu He led Jiang Xiaorou into the backstage.

(End of this chapter)