First lady's personal tutor

This is still an audition.

But compared with the previous few random play, it has obviously improved a lot. At least we can hear the shadow of music.

At this time, the customer's expression relaxed slightly, which was a little patience for Wang Yong. I think Wang Yong has at least some basic skills. Of course, his preconceived impression remains unchanged.

"I don't know." As a professional, guzheng girl can't help shaking her head after hearing Wang Yong's audition clip.

She saw more technical things, Wang Yong even the most basic touch points are not accurate. In guzheng performance, players need to master the basic position of playing and the best position of playing string point. They also need to learn to choose different timbres on different string segments to enrich the performance means of music.

Generally speaking, the sound near the front beam is bright and rigid; The tone near the half of Zheng column is dark and soft. According to the needs of music performance, different changes can be made, and the position of the string should not be rigid at one point.

However, Wang Yong's fingers are obviously stiff and clumsy. Instead of playing the piano, they are playing cotton.

In the eyes of this guzheng girl, Wang Yong is still worthless.

"Don't you mind if I play some music?" Wang Yong is like consulting people.

It's just that this consultation is a little tricky, because Wang Yong uses Chinese, not English. How many people here can understand?

No one understood, so no one objected. So Wang Yong took out his mobile phone, searched online for a long time, and finally found the score and put it on.

Guzheng girl heard the prelude from the mobile phone, eyebrow angle slightly picked.

Because she heard that it was the prelude of "the love of life". This song was also her favorite when she first learned guzheng. For so many years, even if she closed her eyes, she could not play a wrong note.

Wang Yong even chose to play this in front of her. It's really like playing dagger in front of Guan Gong.

Wang Yong did not pay attention to the zither girl's contemptuous eyes at this time. He looked at chekia under the stage and said in pure English: "this song is dedicated to the beautiful miss chekia."

Cecia nods and smiles back, beautiful as a tulip in full bloom.

Many of the customers who were eating were attracted by chekia's beauty and couldn't move their eyes for a moment.

Only a few people remained unmoved. They didn't show any prejudice against Wang Yong from the beginning to the end. They just talked in a normal low voice and chewed food slowly.

This is the real upper class in Europe.

And the only thing that surprised those people was when Wang Yong said that sentence in English.

The authentic English classical pronunciation in that sentence made those people think that they met the children of the ancient aristocracy in England.

Unfortunately, when they saw Wang Yong clearly, they found that he was an Asian.

So they turned back and went on with their topic.

And this moment of effort, the prelude of "the love of life" also passed, and officially entered the main part of the song.

Wang Yong's head is slightly low, and his fingers fall gently on the string. His movements are slow and graceful. There is a kind of Taijiquan rhythm in it, which makes people feel that this fall is very particular.

"Why?" Even the guzheng girl is surprised to make a light voice. This kind of skillful and natural gesture is only seen in those masters in China, and she has never seen anything else. I didn't expect it to appear on a novice.

Ding Dong!

This is the sound of Mandolin in the love of life. It's used in the whole song. That's the beginning, that's the end.

Wang Yong skillfully entered the rhythm of the tune after the mandala bell rang. The guzheng string makes a distant and ethereal sound under his plucking.

Although the skills are still immature, they are at least proficient.

One by one, the notes flow at Wang Yong's fingertips, full of desolation and sadness. Instantly, the atmosphere of the whole restaurant cooled down. People were unconsciously attracted by Wang Yong's piano music and slowed down the rhythm.

For these foreigners, guzheng is a new thing. They are more attracted.

All of a sudden, Wang Yong's fingers trembled, and a rising string rose in the air. It was as if he was climbing a high mountain. On the winding road, a water wave lingered. Flowing for several meters, suddenly burst open.

The water drops seem to fall into the reality and splash into the pores of the people present.

Everyone could not help shivering, goose bumps rubbed out.

It was infected by the sound of the piano.

At the same time, Wang Yong opened his mouth in a deep voice, like a handful of jade beads in the river.

"Once upon a time, now, never again

Red leaves are buried in the dust

The beginning and the end are always the same

You in the sky

……

Wang Yong's voice is not so good, but I don't know why there is an unspeakable fit with the sound of guzheng.

It seems that Wang Yong plays and sings his own songs and tells his own stories.

Guzheng girl's expression gradually changed from disdain to amazement.

She really can't think of anyone who can combine sound and music so perfectly.

The emotion conveyed is exactly what the ancients advocated as "sadness without sadness".

A picture seems to appear in front of Guzheng girl.

As the wind and sand swept across the desert, Zixia fairy and sunset warrior were kissing on the sand castle. On the other side is an exaggerated figure, as if he had really given up everything, no longer nostalgia.

But behind the sandstorm, Zixia fairy's puzzled voice came: "that man is so strange."

"I saw it, too. He's like a dog."

Inexplicably, guzheng girl only felt heavy in her heart. She seemed to understand something that she had not been able to understand after watching movies more than ten times before.

At this time, Wang Yong's song also sang the last sentence.

"Flowers will wither (only wish)

But I'll open it again (for you)

The love of life is vague (waiting)

Beyond the clouds

After singing, Wang Yong got up gently, bowed slightly to the audience and said, "I'm sorry."

This is Wang Yong apologizing for disturbing everyone.

It's just that no one blamed him, and everyone looked at the stage a little distracted.

It's like having lost one's soul for a long time.

Wang Yong was a little flustered. I've been practicing this piece of music for a long time. Is it still so bad that people can't bear to look at it directly?

Thinking of this, Wang Yong looked carefully at chekia.

Chekia was not absent-minded, but she embarrassed Wang Yong more than absent-minded.

Because cecia's head was down and she didn't know what she was doing. It's like I didn't listen to Wang Yong at all.

A touch of sadness flashed in Wang Yong's eyes. It seems that I really like the movie, "like a dog.".

Wang Yong moves his steps and wants to step down.

Just started, but saw the customers under the stage suddenly wake up. Then one eye radiated the light of surprise, and Chong Wang Yong clapped his hands.

Wow

The applause was warm and lasting. No one yelled or stood up. There is just continuous applause and moving light in everyone's eyes.

They understand Wang Yong's music.

At this moment, music has no borders.

Cecilia was also awakened by the applause. For the first time, she was so calm that she trembled and turned pale.

She looked at Wang Yong and squeezed out a smile, but reluctantly.

While Wang Yong didn't notice, cecia pinched the tableware back to its original shape, but her hands still trembled and her eyes flickered with a strong color of hesitation.

She seems to have encountered some difficult problem.

"May I have your name, sir? I want to tell the teacher, I really met a person who can achieve the unity of human and music! " At this time, the guzheng girl rushed to Wang Yong and asked excitedly.

Before the contempt for Wang Yong completely disappeared, replaced by incredible surprise, with faint worship.

Although Wang Yong's skill is insufficient, he is far beyond her in the integration of emotion and music.

It's something she's been chasing for a long time.

Today, I saw it in a beginner.

"The name is not necessary. It's just a coincidence that my heart is full of sorrow. " Wang Yong declined.

Guzheng girl refused to give up. She stood in front of Wang Yong and said stubbornly, "since you don't want to say your name, how about playing another song? I want to learn something from you, even a little bit. In addition, don't you think this is also a good time to carry forward our Chinese culture? It's hard to find such a group of people who understand music abroad. "

Guzheng girl is talking about the customers in the restaurant.

Indeed, the performance of these foreigners surprised Wang Yong. He didn't expect this to happen before.

"Mujun! Don't pester the guests At this time, the lobby manager saw that the old town girl stopped Wang Yong and immediately came over and scolded.

The guzheng girl named Mujun reluctantly retreated to make way for Wang Yong.

But there is still a touch of stubbornness in my eyes, obviously I didn't give up.

I do not know why, looking at the girl's eyes that wipe stubborn, Wang Yong heart move.

He saw himself.

"Good! I'll play one more. However, my skills are very poor. I can only say that it's a show of ugliness, not a promotion of national quintessence. " Wang Yong nodded and agreed.

The curtain gentleman facial expression one joy, the way of exultation: "won't. The music exchange between different countries is more about feelings. As for techniques, how many of these foreigners know? "

That's true.

With a smile, Wang Yong went back to the stage and sat in front of Guzheng again.

Seeing Wang Yong's action, customers immediately looked forward to it.

They really want to hear Wang Yong play another song.

Wang Yong thought a little, then said in English: "next I play this song called - to die and live. I hope you will forgive me for the poor technique. "

"Living to death?" Mr. Mu frowned.

She has never heard such a guzheng song. Is it a song created by Wang Yong?

Looking at Wang Yong again, he didn't explain to her. Instead, he put his hand on the string and began to play.

After the current several notes sounded, the confused Mujun suddenly brightened up.

It turned out that it was not a piece created by Wang Yong himself, but a famous Chinese song that many beginners of Guzheng would practice.

Mujun has practiced for thousands of times.

But she never thought of translating that famous song into Chinese with the four words of "to die and live".

It was not until I heard Wang Yong's translation that Mujun felt surprised. There was no more suitable name than this!

The song "Guanglingsan" is Ji Kang's eternal masterpiece!