Chapter One of the Night

   Chapter 133 Explosion

   The students in the front row turned their heads in unison.

   Xu Zhenghua really felt very embarrassed. He respected Xu Zhihu from the bottom of his heart, and he didn't want to leave homework or something at all - he was just busy and forgot.

   Mr. Xu Zhihu didn't feel so surprised, and nodded, "Yes."

   Then he started lecturing.

   There were whispers in the class for more than ten seconds, but then it became quiet again, and everyone listened carefully to the class.

  Xu Zhenghua took the composition book from Guo Kun, and took the pen.

   looked up, thinking blindly.

  , who was close, still glanced at him from time to time.

   I wrote it on the spot, it was awesome, and everyone was paying attention.

After four or five minutes, Xu Zhenghua seemed to have suddenly thought of what to write, and he began to write without any hesitation—Yuan Wei hurriedly stuck his head out, over his shoulder, and saw the title, "Liangzhou word".

  Tsk, I learned this.

   The wine and wine luminous cup!

   But soon she found out that she guessed wrong, it was "cold sand and the wind blowing".

  This is out of the realm of knowledge!

Yuan Wei has seen him write a song once, and the speed is very fast, almost in one go, without the slightest hesitation in the middle, it really convinces her - every time she talks to An Xiaojing about this point , she is also just a word, which is also one of the reasons why neither of them feel that there is any kind of love between them and Xu Zhenghua, but they don't feel unnatural when they are with him.

   is really talented!

   This talent is so arrogant that people have to admire it!

   Obviously this time too.

   I don’t know if he had been in a daze for a few minutes just now, if he was so awesome that he typed the draft directly. Anyway, once he started to write at this time, he immediately brushed the brush without adding any points, and completed it in one go.

   He wrote the score, but then he started writing the parts for the arrangement.

   It’s so arrogant that it’s still the same word—serving!

   Teacher Xu's question is actually very simple, and it is not difficult for the students. It is to let everyone choose a random poem from ancient poems, even if it is a five-character quatrain, and then compose a little piece of music.

   This assignment is the final exam—Mr. Xu has always disliked dogmatic exams.

  Yuan Wei also tried to write it herself. She chose a seven-character quatrain, and after she wrote it, she sang it by herself. It felt beautiful, but of course she knew that her writing was terrible.

   But even so, she took it seriously for more than ten days to write it!

   Lying behind Xu Zhenghua at this time, watching him write like that, Yuan Wei subconsciously began to read the score, trying to hum in his heart - but it felt that the song was very atmospheric.

   And when the later part was written, she was suddenly more surprised - drum, suona?

   This is a purely ethnic arrangement!

Cattle!

   It took only ten minutes, and the score was finished.

  Yuan Wei almost felt that he had nothing to say anymore, and the whole person was more or less sluggish.

  Guo Kun was very close, and he already had the score in his hand. Several male classmates over there came to look at it. From time to time, everyone turned their heads to look at Xu Zhenghua, their faces full of shock.

   However, Guo Kun knew it well. After watching it for more than ten minutes, he didn't dare to pass on the sheet music. He quickly returned it and gave Xu Zhenghua a thumbs up.

   The bell rang soon after class.

The Conservatory of Music is full of big classes. Each class lasts for an hour and a half, but every 45 minutes there is a get out of class break, and there is a 10-minute break. When the get out of class bell rang, Mr. Xu Zhihu quickly announced that the get out of class was dismissed, so many students brushed together again. Brush to turn his head to look over.

   And sure enough, Xu Zhenghua really got up and walked down to the podium, and respectfully handed over the manuscript, "I'm sorry Teacher Xu, I've been a little busy recently, so I forgot. I'm really sorry!"

   Mr. Xu took the manuscript and nodded, not embarrassing anyone, "Go!"

  Xu Zhenghua then got up and walked back. At this time, the old man had already taken out reading glasses from his pocket and put them on. He unfolded the manuscript, and looked at it - a beautiful beard with gray, could not help but slightly upturned.

   He read the manuscript very quickly, and before the class bell rang, he seemed to have finished it, but he turned back to read it again. This time, halfway through, the class bell rang, but he turned a deaf ear.

Although the classroom soon became quiet and everyone was waiting for him to continue teaching, he was still fascinated by the score in his hand. After a few minutes, he finally put down the manuscript, but took out a cigarette to light one, Erlang's legs When he turned up, he smoked happily - the whole class, waiting for the old man to smoke.

Halfway through the smoke of a cigarette, he said, "My dear fellows, please come and call your vice-president Zheng Fei for me!" After a pause, he smiled, "This is the last half of today's class. , give everyone a special class."

   Immediately someone raised their hands and stood up and went out to the administrative building to call for someone.

   Then Xu Zhihu looked up, found Xu Zhenghua's position after a while, and beckoned, "Xiao Xu, come here, come here!" Xu Zhenghua trotted down quickly, "Mr. Xu."

  Xu Zhihu held the cigarette in one hand and picked up the manuscript in the other, "Can you sing?"

  Xu Zhenghua was stunned for a moment, then quickly replied, "Yes."

   His voice, it is definitely not a problem to control this song.

So the old man was very happy, and he puffed out a big puff of smoke, "Which friends are invited to run errands, don't ask the female classmates to go, the female classmates are weak, so I want the male classmates to go, you guys go to the musical instrument room, just say I Xu Zhihu If you want to use it, borrow a big drum and a suona, and a guitar..."

   suddenly turned to look at Xu Zhenghua, "I'm afraid it's more suitable for you to have an electric guitar?"

   "Uh... yes."

  Xu Zhenghua understands what he means, is this to let himself sing live?

   Not only did he figure it out, but the classmates in the classroom also figured it out, so everyone immediately started whispering, and one by one, their faces were full of excitement - who doesn't like to watch the fun!

  This time, a dozen boys ran out in a mess and went to borrow musical instruments.

After a while, Zheng Fei, the deputy dean of the Conservatory of Music, rushed over at a trot, and even alerted the dean to come with him. The classmates who were in charge of borrowing musical instruments also came back with a big drum and a drum stand—and at this time, Xu Zhenghua was He was instructed to copy the score "Liangzhou Ci" that he had just written on the blackboard.

  The room was full of noise, and the excitement was outrageous.

  Xu Zhenghua finished copying the score, and when he turned around, he found that the old man was looking at the score he copied. Suddenly, he turned around and seemed inexplicably kind and kind, "The handwriting is too bad, it has no roots, you haven't practiced calligraphy well since you were a child?"

  Xu Zhenghua was very embarrassed and nodded.

  The old man said, "Go back to my house and pick up a few copybooks. You have to practice them carefully, and show them to me when you write them! Words are the **** of literati of my generation, and you can't ignore them."

This…

   No matter how stupid Xu Zhenghua is, he still understands that the old man is treating him like a private disciple, not to mention a person like Xu Zhenghua? So he just froze for a moment, and immediately agreed, "Hey, I'll go back!"

  The old man was very satisfied.

   turned around and pointed to Vice Dean Zheng Fei. He said, "His suona is good enough. I can play the drums. The two of us will accompany you. Let's perform your work for the students, how about it?"

   Xu Zhenghua can only say something, he can only quickly nod his head, "Okay!"

  The electric guitar was already in place, and the dean's secretary was busy plugging it in—how could there be no playback equipment in the large classroom of the Conservatory of Music, but this kind of ordinary large classroom for teaching is definitely not too good.

   But, enough is enough.

  The big drum was set up, and Vice President Zheng Fei also held the suona and looked at the part score.

   As the vice president of Tangtang, in front of Mr. Xu, he is also a junior among the juniors, and he only has to obey orders. Even the dean took the initiative to apply and wanted to play the drums for the old man, but he was blocked by the old man with one sentence, "Your drums are not good!" The dean did not dare to say anything more.

Seeing that everything was almost ready, Mr. Xu Zhihu looked into the classroom with a smile, "Dear students, this is our last class, I thought we were a little dissatisfied with the ending, but it's just right, today, Xu Zhenghua I handed in his homework, and I thought it was pretty good, so I took this opportunity to perform this piece of his work to everyone on the spot. There is only one meaning. I hope everyone understands that music is really beautiful. Let’s share this song with you all!”

  The classroom was quiet for a moment, and then applause began to sound.

   and getting bigger.

  The old man smiled, turned around and took the drumstick from the dean, walked to the big drum and stood still.

  Xu Zhenghua held the electric guitar and tried the sound test - the sound was not very good.

  As a piano student, his piano is definitely ok, but in addition, among his elective instruments, there is a guitar, not too much contact with electric guitar, but he also played for a while.

  It’s okay, not too hand-made.

  Xu Zhihu turned his head, "Then... start?"

  Xu Zhenghua gave a thumbs up, "Yes."

   Zheng Fei raised his suona, "Yes."

   The old man was in his seventies, but his face was red at this moment. He was silent for a moment. When almost all the noise in the classroom disappeared, his first hammer fell.

   Not to mention, the old man is so old, and the drum is still playing so vigorously.

   The key is that he has stopped reading the score, and it seems that he remembered it?

   Electric guitars come in quickly.

   Just a drum and an electric guitar.

  Xu Zhenghua is more serious than ever before - his attitude is comparable to that in the recording studio, not comparable to that in commercial performances. Then, he opened his mouth and sang, "The cold sand and the wind are blowing..."

   This voice came out and burst directly.

   The chest voice he gave was full, and he seemed very powerful.

   The vast majority of people present heard him sing live for the first time, and they were shocked by this voice.

   "Jincao bows its head and the hills are continuous.

  The moon shines in the sky for a thousand miles of wine,

   looked up at the flying geese in the north. "

  The classroom is actually frighteningly quiet at the moment, only the sound of a guitar and a drum is left.

   When he sang the sentence "The moon shines on a thousand miles of wine", Xu Zhenghua's high-pitched voice hit the outside, giving people a sense of desolation and emptiness. I don't know how many people in the classroom can hear goose bumps.

   I don't know how many girls, looking at Xu Zhenghua at this time, all look like nympho.

  Yuan Wei looked at him fixedly, a little lost for a while.

   "The Yellow River is far above the white clouds,

   An isolated city of Wanren Mountain. "

   The movement was a bit loud. From time to time, people appeared at the front and rear doors of the large classroom, and the latecomers squeezed the people who came first. After a few words of lyrics, twenty or thirty people poured in from the front and rear doors of the classroom.

   "Why should the Qiang flute complain about the willows?

  The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass. "

   is a particularly high-pitched voice, and almost everyone is fascinated by it.

   Mr. Xu Zhihu's big drum was playing loudly and powerfully.

   "Hey yo...

   hey hey…

   hey hey…

   hey hey…”

   This is a desolate and agitated voice.

   Extremely strong and beautiful.

   stared at Xu Zhenghua on the podium, and before he knew it, Yuan Wei suddenly shivered.

   "The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, and there is a lonely city of Wanren Mountain.

Why bamboo flute complain willow, spring is not degree Pass.

   hey hey…

   hey hey…”

   When no one noticed, Suona suddenly entered.

   drums, suona, desolate male voice.

  Everything is perfectly in line with the "Liangzhou Ci".

  The desolation and tragicness of the desert.

  The blood and soft intestines of the border pass.

   is followed by a suona solo - high-pitched agitation.

Frankly speaking, this piece of music was just released dozens of minutes ago. Whether it is the singer or the accompanist, the time to get the score is the shortest, even only ten minutes. It is really not proficient. Xu Zhenghua, probably because it was written by him after all, so he sang it smoothly. In many other places, the three people didn't cooperate well. However, under this circumstance, such cooperation, singing It sounded in the big lecture hall of the Conservatory of Music, but it made people feel like the sounds of heaven.

   is not a long song and ends with the final drum and guitar sound.

   Mr. Xu Zhihu was out of breath, but his face was red.

   There was thunderous applause in the classroom.

   The three stood together and bowed slightly towards the curtain below.

   And the camera at the back of the classroom faithfully recorded the whole process from start to finish.

  …

   "You don't know, so many people in our classroom at that time applauded like crazy..."

   The time is already afternoon.

  Yuan Wei sat cross-legged on the sofa, vividly describing to An Xiaojing the bleak and elegiac-like "Liangzhou Ci" in the last composition class this morning.

"At that time, there were a lot of classes in the building, and many people heard the sound and ran over. Damn, you didn't see it, I told you, crazy, completely crazy! We are all studying music, ordinarily not so. I don't know, but this is different, who passed through this scene, the front door and the back door were blocked by people, and many teachers from other classrooms also came over to listen, absolutely shocked!"

   "When the song falls, that applause, **** it... It's definitely a few minutes!"

"Oh, by the way, you haven't seen Mr. Xu playing drums, have you? It's old and strong, that drums! This! Even Xu Zhenghua said that the old man's drums are very exciting! By the way, and our Dean Zheng, I don't Knowing that he can still play suona, it is very good and impassioned! The most awesome thing is this... Even Xu Zhenghua said, I really did not expect that Teacher Xu would come out like this..."

  An Xiaojing eats melon seeds and spit out the skin.

The newly won trophies are also the first awards in her singing career, but they were placed on the coffee table at this time. She returned to the imperial capital at noon. After getting off the plane, she originally planned to go home to rest first. By the way, I took the trophy and received a call from Yuan Wei on the way. I was immediately itchy, and Jin Chan cleverly switched cars in the middle to escape and ran over. Unfortunately, Xu Zhenghua was not blocked, but Yuan Wei was waiting for her at home.

   So she nibbled at the melon seeds and looked at the score, listening to Yuan Wei bragging there.

She didn't see it, she could only listen to what Yuan Wei said. After receiving Yuan Wei's call, she actually called another classmate and even called her own cousin. Pang Yongxi called and asked, and the answers were almost identical.

   A super burst performance.

   The problem is that before the performance, Xu Zhenghua still only spent less than 45 minutes to temporarily write the score—this matter has also spread within the Conservatory of Music, and the more it spreads, the more magical it is.

An Xiaojing is already quite popular now, and the new album is ready for everything, and only needs to be released. I can't say anything else, at least she has more than 90% confidence in the seat of the first-tier female singer, and she can sit firmly. .

   But… it’s different.

   No matter how popular you are in the music world, you are still just an ordinary student in the Conservatory of Music.

Who doesn't want to play on the campus they know best in front of the classmates they know best, just like Xu Zhenghua played today - Rao is that An Xiaojing is now self-confessed success, when he heard this, I am still too greedy, I only hate myself for not being able to see it with my own eyes, and I only hate that the person who is in the limelight is not me.

   "Let him sing to me at night...I can't imagine how desolate and tragic..."

  The big handful of melon seeds in her pocket when she was in the hotel, she finally finished eating, she clapped her hands and said this to Yuan Wei.

Yuan Wei just wanted to nod his head, but curled his lips again, and instantly recovered from the gossip state and entered some kind of battle state that both of them understood in seconds, "Take it down! He hasn't slept at home for several days! "

   paused and looked at An Xiaojing, "Hey, did you not take what I told you last time!"

"what's up?"

   "It's just that he probably raised another one outside!"

"Oh."

  An Xiaojing hesitated for a while, then smiled, "I have something to use in my heart? Who does he want to support, can you manage or I can manage? Pretend you don't know!"

  Yuan Wei sneered, his face full of sarcasm, "The album is about to be released, by the way, and it has won an award... It seems that the time is almost right?"

  An Xiaojing looked indifferent, "Whatever you say! I haven't left him anyway! We are both okay! And I'm stupid, stupid, I don't know who he raised outside."

  Yuan Wei simply hugged his shoulders, his sneer became more and more obvious, "Just be smart! You really think that the album is finished, you can rest easy? If you don't try to leave him, you dare to let it go?"

  An Xiaojing did not speak, and gradually came back to her senses, "What do you... mean?"

Yuan Wei continued to sneer, "Since you've become popular, your IQ has really dropped! Is your brain flooded? Or is your head full of money? He's all alone, eldest sister! No matter how awesome he is, he writes songs. No matter how fast, it’s impossible to have as many as you want, right? Besides, it’s all his works, and there are always good and bad, right? You, me, Jin Xiaoqing, and maybe that Du Xuelan, the four are divided!”

She snorted coldly, "I know you want to leave him quickly, who wants to accompany someone to sleep when he is called, just like his mother Ji Nv, you have to call your husband when you open your mouth... But I ask you You know, you can't leave him now! At least you don't dare! Then please come up with some brains! If there is a fifth, sixth... You are sure that he will not leave him before you leave him , are you tired of playing?"

  An Xiaojing suddenly became serious.

After a while, she nodded earnestly, "That makes sense! I didn't expect that a stupid person like you would occasionally think of something reliable! ... Sit down! Sit down! Let's not talk about it, we can hurt each other, we can Swear at each other, but can't really fight! You sit down! Then you say, what should we do?"

  Yuan Wei leaned over and whispered a few words.

  An Xiaojing looked up at her with a shocked expression, "You're so **** capable!"

Yuan Wei immediately sarcastically said, "You still have the face to talk about me? If you didn't make a **** start, I'd need my **** to hurt for three days? Fuck, I haven't figured it out yet, what's the point of that! You're so cheap. !"

   "You're cheap! You think I want it, I..."

   Halfway through speaking, she waved her hand, "Come on, what's the use of talking about this!"

   After a pause, she said, "Actually, after getting used to it, it's very refreshing."

   "Bah!"

   Yuan Wei spat at her directly.

  An Xiaojing didn't take it seriously and thought for a while, "How about, try it? Wouldn't it make us look too cheap?"

  Yuan Wei didn't seem to care at all, "It's already cheap!"

  An Xiaojing thought about it and thought it was right, "Then I... make a call?"

  Yuan Wei hurriedly urged, "Try it!"

He commented again, "The two of us are good friends after all, and we will leave some room for each other in everything. If someone else squeezes in, I am afraid that the one who wants to kick away first is us! Fight, just say we two. We're all here, we just took a shower together..."

  An Xiaojing glanced at her with a look of disgust, "As expected, you're still a slut!", but she still picked up her phone.

   "Hey, husband..."

   "If you have something to say, I'm busy!"

   "Are you coming back at night? I just landed and came home..."

   "Oh, I can't do it today. I'll call you when I'm free these two days."

   Xu Zhenghua actually hung up the phone quickly.

  An Xiaojing spread her hands.

   Yuan Wei said, "I heard two women talking on the phone?"

  An Xiaojing nodded, her face serious, "The situation is very serious!"

  Yuan Wei was nodding, ready to mock An Xiaojing's afterthought, but An Xiaojing's cell phone suddenly rang, she glanced at it and connected, "Hello?"

   It was Lu Ming's voice on the other end of the phone, "Xiaojing, I heard just now that Zhenghua sang in your school class? It is said that the live effect was superb? He wrote that song in ten minutes?"

  An Xiaojing was stunned for a moment, "Is the news spread so fast? You already know?"

Lu Ming said anxiously: "Sorry, I know it's too late! The news should have come out at noon, after all, there is the Conservatory of Music! Can you contact Zhenghua quickly and ask about the song? Is he going to sing by himself? I remember he's finished recording the album, if he doesn't use it himself..."

   (end of this chapter)