I Just Want to Copy Books in Peace

At this time, Du Caige began to play.

That fan is not bad, it looks like it. He shook his head slightly, and seemed to be immersed in the world of music.

But for professionals, it is only a few notes that can tell that Du Caige's guqin playing skills are very unfamiliar, and the music is out of tune, like stammering, stammering, and playing very reluctantly.

At first, old man Huo had sharp eyes and shook his head gently, clearly feeling dissatisfied.

But soon, he held his breath, leaned forward, narrowed his pupils, and opened his mouth slightly, as if he was immersed in the music.

Jiang Youxi was very puzzled. He also kept listening, but because Du Caige's playing was too... difficult to evaluate, ding ding dong dong, not a tune.

So he didn't hear why, he just thought it was normal.

But when he looked to the side inadvertently, he saw Uncle Huo's hand on his thigh, his fingers plucked back and forth.

Jiang Youxi's heart moved. Looking at Uncle Huo's demeanor, this action, is this song played by Brother Du actually boisterous?

Some information from Uncle Huo Yanying flashed in his mind.

Huo Yanying is a big celebrity in the Dahua country music circle, and also a weird one. His style is changeable, he is good at a wide range of fields, he is good at pop, he can also play folk music, he can play rock, and he can even control musicals and symphonies. It is said that he also has some research on jazz blues and even rap.

This gentleman has served as a professor at the Modu Conservatory of Music for many years, and was also appointed as an honorary professor by the Capital Conservatory of Music. He has written many popular songs, and has also made soundtracks for many film and television dramas.

In his position, he is no longer a low-level artist, but a national treasure-level artist, a guest of many dignitaries, and can even influence some policies in the field of literature and art to a certain extent. small group of people.

Huo Yanying is good at many kinds of musical instruments. It is said that he is proficient in all common musical instruments. Of course, Jiang Youxi thinks this is just a rumor.

After all, Jiang Youxi has practiced musical instruments herself, so she knows how much effort it takes to become proficient in a musical instrument.

Ordinary people, who spend 2 hours a day practicing a musical instrument for 3-5 years, are not necessarily proficient.

There are so many common musical instruments, and it is necessary to be proficient in all of them, unless Huo Yanying is an immortal cultivator, an old monster whose real age is already several hundred years old.

Thinking of such a big coffee, rushing to recognize Brother Du as his godson, Jiang Youxi couldn't help but envy.

Not to mention Huo Yanying, even if it is a musician one or two lower, if he is willing to recognize Jiang Youxi as his godson, Jiang Youxi will definitely kneel down and kowtow immediately.

Of course, Huo Yanying also knows that this is not enviable.

Huo Yanying became Du Ge's godfather, so it's hard to say who took advantage.

These colorful thoughts flashed through his mind, and when Jiang Youxi came back to his senses, Du Caige had finished playing the last note and stood up.

There was only one person applauding, the beautiful young waitress who winked at Huo Yanying.

The rest are cold-eyed.

Many of the people who came here to drink tea were music lovers, and it would be a shame not to cheer for Du Caige's apparently beginner-level performance just now.

Du Caige bowed and walked back to his seat calmly.

He bowed slightly to Huo Yanying, "Huo ... Godfather, I'm sorry, I'm not good at learning."

Huo Yanying tapped the tea table with her fingers in dissatisfaction, "What kind of barren stuff are you playing! You've been learning the guqin for so long, and you've learned it in your eyes?"

This old man does not cultivate, and he says he is a musician, and his words are so vulgar...

Du Caige thought to himself, the original owner who has learned the guqin, I haven't studied it seriously, it's not bad to be able to play it like this.

Huo Yanying raised her hand and touched his thick and long eyebrows, and said in a loss: "The song is really good. It's better than I expected.

What is your name? "

Du Caige said: "Swordsmanship of Jianghu."

"Xiaoao Jianghu?" Huo Yanying smacked her lips, as if she was tasting it carefully, "Xiaoao Jianghu...that tastes like that."

In this world, although there has been a prosperous era of martial arts, there is no Jin Gulianghuang. Instead, there are several other martial arts masters. The book "Swordsman" has never been published.

Huo Yanying got up and walked towards the guqin, "It's really a waste to be played like that by you, so I'll do it."

Before coming to the guqin, Huo Yanying sat down, her expression became solemn, her eyes watched her nose, her nose watched her heart, and she quickly entered the state.

He raised his thin hands, hovered over the guqin, and adjusted his breathing. Then, as if hearing the starting pistol, his hand dropped quickly.

A few notes flowed out, and Jiang Youxi immediately showed a look of surprise, and many of the rest of the tea-drinking guests looked back.

"This song..." Jiang Youxi asked incredulously, "Brother Du, is it really the same song you just played?"

Du Caige felt a little embarrassed: "Yes."

"Too, it sounds so good!" Jiang Youxi was so excited that she stuttered.

He closed his eyes, and with the music, a picture came to his mind:

A big river, majestic east, rushing, majestic momentum.

A flat boat floated down, and a few people were led by Eguanbo, with unrestrained bearing, singing to wine, rafting in the big river, and about to rush into the sea.

The sun is setting in the west, the red clouds on the horizon are stronger than blood, the melody of the piano is melodious, and there is a long laugh in the vastness.

The world laughs at me for being crazy, I laugh at the world and can't see through it!

The world is vast, and people are like duckweeds.

...

After the song was over, for a while, the whole teahouse was quiet, only the lingering sound.

Then suddenly, a guest stood up and applauded vigorously. As soon as the head opened, almost all the guests who were drinking tea stood up and applauded one after another.

The applause swept the entire teahouse like a storm.

As for those beautiful waiters, their pink hands are swollen.

Huo Yanying bowed slightly and greeted the guests.

The applause rose from wave to wave, but it finally subsided.

When the applause finally stopped, Mr. Huo Yanying said loudly: "Friends, this song was composed by my godson, and it's called Xiaoao Jianghu Song. In the future, this song will become the song of our teahouse. Everyone. If you like it, you can come and listen more often in the future.”

Some guests whispered: "The old man took his son away?"

"I haven't heard of this. It is said that he doesn't like the habit of recognizing godsons and goddaughters in the entertainment industry. In the past, there was a quasi-singer who wanted to worship him as godfather, but he didn't agree."

"You don't understand this. The king of singers is just a person's popularity, but the old man is a genius musician. If he recognizes his son, he will definitely only be a creative genius musician."

At this time, Huo Yanying slowly walked back to Du Caige's table. Someone recognized Jiang Youxi, but the old man would definitely not recognize this little fresh meat as a dry son.

That would just be the unfamiliar face?

They looked at Du Caige secretly and talked a lot: Who is this person holy?