Chapter 105 105 Brother Jiang presents a piano, a top-level collaboration across the century (second update
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Mainly because she had just finished talking to a man named Jian.
Lu Xiaohan was not familiar with Jian Zhe, and the two had only met a few times, so she smiled and said, "I met him on short video."
She was very defensive, and no one else knew her online account except the people in Class 15.
Someone she met on short video?
Oh, an Internet friend.
Jian Zhe nodded.
Bai Di was sitting lazily next to a child's stool, with one leg bent and a casual posture.
Holding a brush in her hand, she wrote a word in the shocked eyes of the child.
After she finished writing, she calmly put down the brush, walked out the door, and talked to Lu Xiaohan, "You two are still chatting?"
Bai Di was very surprised.
Guzheng is not her strong point, and her skills are not high. She plays "White Clothes" well only because she is the original author.
Lu Xiaohan shrugged and showed the phone to Bai Shi.
Bai Shi lowered her head——
Jian Zhongyou: [? ]
Lu Xiaohan has not replied to him yet.
Bai Shi flipped up, from bottom to top, and saw the change in their styles.
From [Today? ] [No. ]
to [1? ] [1. ]
and then to now.
The two of them sent messages almost every day, but Lu Xiaohan did not ask Bai Shi every day afterwards, especially during the time when Zhang Shize got into trouble.
But this Dean Jian is really obsessed with one person.
Bai Shi thought about it and returned the phone to Lu Xiaohan, "Give him my contact information."
Lu Xiaohan was stunned.
Then in ecstasy, she took the phone and sent it to Dean Jian——
[! 】
【！ ！ ！ 】
【！ ！ ！ ！ ！ 】
**
Jiangjing Conservatory of Music.
Jian Zhongyou was in the conference room, listening to a group of people having a meeting. He looked solemn, with deep wrinkles on his face. Although he played the guzheng for many years, he did not look feminine.
He sent a message to Yi Chi Da Wan as usual, and then put his phone aside.
He had almost given up hope for so many days.
He thought today would have the same result.
In the meeting, the principal was still talking about the student plan this time, "Prepare to recommend three batches to enter the Royal Conservatory of Music..."
Jian Zhongyou picked up the thermos cup beside him, twisted it open and took a sip while listening.
The phone lit up.
He opened a special reminder for "Eat a Big Bowl". After drinking water, he casually clicked on the page. He originally thought that he would see "." today, but he didn't expect that when he opened it, he would see
several
rows of exclamation marks.
Jian Zhongyou: [! ]
Jian Zhongyou: [! ! ! ]
Jian Zhongyou put down the cup with a "pop" sound, very excited. After such a long time of tacit understanding, he already knew what "Eat a Big Bowl" meant -
she agreed!
His movement scared the teacher next to him: "Dean Jian, are you okay?"
The teacher looked at it and saw only several rows of exclamation marks.
He was puzzled, so Dean Jian liked exclamation marks?
He was thoughtful.
"Nothing." Jian Zhongyou shook his head, motioning for the principal to continue. He took the phone and looked at it again. He ate a big bowl and sent her a WeChat number.
Jian Zhongyou squinted and copied it, returning to WeChat search.
It was a city tower avatar -
directly requesting to add a friend.
**
Bai Xi saw the friend request and clicked to accept. There were
several unread messages on the phone.
Dongwu: [There is an assessment at the end of the year. Do you want to recommend someone? ]
Bai Xi replied: [Is it okay?]
Dongwu: [Yes, but he also has to pass the assessment.]
Bai Xi was naturally clear about this. Ming Dongheng was a little bit behind.
Bai Li: [Thank you]
After she replied, she greeted Dean Jian again, told him that she had no intention of continuing to learn the guzheng, and went directly to the library.
Today Jiang Fuli went to the next city.
Not at home, nor in the library, Ming Dongheng took Jiang He and stood downstairs of the library waiting for Bai Di to come.
When Bai Di got off the bus.
Ming Dongheng was talking on the phone.
"Miss Bai." Seeing Bai Di, Ming Dongheng put down his phone, spoke respectfully, and handed Jiang He's backpack to Jiang He.
It was not until Bai Di brought Jiang He into the library.
Ming Dongheng turned back to the car and continued to talk to the person on the other end of the phone, "Yu Shen?"
"Were you talking to that Miss Bai just now?" Yu Hongyi asked.
"Yeah." Ming Dongheng just responded and didn't say much.
Yu Hongyi did not ask any more questions. "By the way, I heard from Chen Jingyu that you are also a fan of Mr. Bai. I have inside information. There will be ten autographed photos at the auction today..."
"What?!" Ming Dongheng exclaimed.
**
Bai Xi took Jiang He to do homework in the library.
Mr. Jiang was not here today. It has been two weeks in a row. Ning Xiao and Tang Ming are not used to it.
In the evening.
Jiang Fuli just came back from Linshi.
He lazily parked his car in the parking space opposite the library. When people came out of the library, he honked the horn slowly to remind Bai Mi that he was opposite.
Of course, there was no need for him to remind him.
There was only one other car like his in the whole Xiangcheng, and the fact that it was parked here had already attracted a lot of onlookers.
Many people even took out their phones to take pictures.
Jiang Fuli lowered the window, and those people hurriedly took their phones and ran away.
"Teacher Jiang." Ning Xiao and Tang Ming came over to say hello.
Jiang Fuli casually rested his left elbow on the lowered window, tilted his head slightly, and his dark hair hung down. His expression did not change, and he only asked slowly: "What's the ranking?"
He was asking about the ranking of Jiangjing University's app.
Tang Ming subconsciously looked at Ning Xiao.
Ning Xiao was very calm: "561."
Tang Ming was about to cry: "...728."
Jiang Fuli: "Ha."
Ning Xiao and Tang Ming: "..."
Every time they thought they could do it, Master Jiang would always give them an accurate blow.
Study, you must study hard, you must study to death!
Bai Di opened the passenger door, "You can ask me too."
Jiang Fuli calmly raised the car window, pretending not to hear this sentence.
In the back seat, Jiang He was squeezed into a small corner by an object.
The car quickly drove to Qingshui Street. There were few cars passing by here, and Jiang Fuli parked the car in a very empty place.
Bai Di got out of the car and was about to say goodbye to Jiang Fuli.
"Wait." Jiang Fuli opened the door of the driver's seat and got down.
Bai Di still had earphones in her ears, so she casually said a word and waited for him.
Jiang Fuli walked around Bai Di, opened the door of the passenger seat, and glanced at Jiang He. Jiang He silently retracted his feet, and he casually picked up a very inconspicuous gray rectangular bag from the back seat.
It was more than one meter long and almost occupied the entire space of the back seat.
"Here." Jiang Fuli handed the thing to Bai Di.
This length and width.
Bai Di could tell at a glance that it was a guzheng.
She did not take it immediately.
Jiang Fuli held the bag strap in her right hand, rubbed her right wrist with her left hand, and sighed: "It's so heavy..."
Bai Shi: "..."
She slowly hooked the strap with two fingers, and then shook it twice. She lifted more than 30 kilograms with ease.
"Oh," Jiang Fuli looked at her two slender fingers without changing his expression, "I just found something at random. It's much cheaper than Jiang Xiaoniao. Try it first. If you're not used to it, look for it next time."
Jiang Jing Art Exhibition.
A group of people who came to the exhibition looked at one of the booths -
empty.
"Didn't they say that Huanpei Guzheng would be exhibited here?"
"Yes, where is the Guzheng?"
"..."
Many students from the Conservatory of Music wanted to see Huanpei Guzheng.
I want to see what a 288w Guzheng looks like.
"Oh, that," the staff came over to take a look and smiled, "it was bought by a customer before it was even put on display."
It was bought just like that?
A group of people were in a mess, and they didn't even see each other.
Who would come to see an exhibition? They didn't even take a look, and they just bought it?
**
Ji Heng's yard.
It was a bit lively here in Ji Heng today, and the lights were on very high.
As soon as Bai Mi entered, he saw Lance sitting at the stone table in a depressed mood. Ji Shaorong occasionally talked to Lance. Not far away were Ren Qian and Ren Wanxuan, who were talking to Ji Heng. The
clothes that Ji Heng made for Lance were not dry yet after being washed today.
At this moment, Lance was wearing a retro green long shirt with yellow flowers, and pants of the same color underneath. The whole person looked a bit like a long cucumber.
Ren Qian was talking to Ren Wanxuan and Ji Heng, ignoring Lance.
Seeing Bai Di coming back, Lance's eyes lit up, "I'll wait for you..."
He switched to English halfway through.
Ren Qian saw Bai Di coming back, and he also stood up, smiling and said, "Ah Di is back."
"Go to my room." Bai Di glanced at the new cups in front of Ren Qian and Ren Wanxuan, and filled them with tea, but neither of them drank it. She only said to Lance.
At first glance, you can tell what's going on with the two people in the Ren family.
"Grandpa, I'll go in first." Bai Di followed Lance into the house.
Her room was Ji Mulan's before, with a desk and a small square table. An eight-fold screen separated the outside from the bed, and it was very private. Lance sat at the small square table.
Bai Di gave Lance an injection as usual.
Then he unzipped the zipper and took out the guzheng.
The brown-black body of the zither has 21 strings neatly arranged. The strings glow silvery in the light. Bai Shi adjusts the zither column to the appropriate position and tunes it.
She then gently presses the strings.
The sound is crisp and penetrating.
...?
Bai Shi opens her phone and sends a message -
[How much does your zither cost? ]
Of course she can tell that the tone is superb.
Teacher Jiang: [2888]
Bai Shi calculates the price and compares it with the price of Dayong -
[Impossible]
Teacher Jiang: [280 million, transfer money]
Student Bai: [. ]
The zither in the school is indeed a bit rough, but this zither is a timely rain for Bai Shi. As she presses the strings, inspirations keep coming to her mind, and she quickly writes lines on paper.
"What?" Lance looked over with the silver needle on his hand.
This word is completely different from the Chinese characters he has learned. He can recognize each character when it is separated, but it is very confusing when it is put together.
Lance was confused. Did his Chinese teacher keep something back?
Bai Di was too lazy to explain this thing that could not be explained clearly to foreigners: "Paralysis."
Lance sat up straight immediately.
Outside.
Ren Qian and Ren Wanxuan came in the afternoon. Bai Di did not tell Ji Heng about Ren Wanxuan. Ji Heng was quite nice to Ren Wanxuan. He even invited them to stay for dinner.
"I haven't finished my homework yet." Ren Wanxuan spoke subconsciously when mentioning dinner.
She found it difficult to understand why Ji Heng still lived here. Wasn't Bai Di a member of the Xu family now? Why didn't she take Ji Heng to move out and move to a better house?
Ji Shaorong did not say anything.
Ren Qian looked at Ren Wanxuan, then smiled and said to Ji Heng, "She still has a tutoring class today."
At this point, Ren Qian asked again, "I have invited famous teachers from North City. They have taught people who have been admitted to Jiangjing University. Do you want to let Bai Shi come and study with Wanxuan?"
Beside, Ren Wanxuan bit her lip and glanced at Ren Qian.
But she didn't say anything else.
Ji Heng was stunned. This was indeed not a bad thing for Bai Shi, but...
"I'll ask her." He put down the embroidery needle and picked up the cigarette bag next to him.
Ren Qian and Ren Wanxuan left. Lance, wearing a dark green shirt, pulled the needle out of Bai Shi and was very excited: "What are you eating?!"
Outside.
Ren Qian looked back and asked Ren Wanxuan: "Have you met that foreigner?"
Lance's image was very frivolous.
Ren Wanxuan was very averse to the fact that Bai Di wanted to take classes with her, "I don't know him. There are all kinds of people in this area."
Qingshui Street has all kinds of people.
If it weren't for the Xu family, she didn't want to show up here this year.
Ren Qian just asked casually.
No one would associate Lance, a little old man, with a surgical genius.
What he should care about is how to repair the relationship with the Ji family. Fortunately, Ji Heng is very tolerant of Ren Wanxuan, who is a generation apart.
It's just Bai Di...
Ren Qian has a headache. He feels that Ji Heng can't control Bai Di, so what about the Xu family?
**
Bai Xiangjun's role song has a clear theme.
Writing lyrics and composing music are not difficult for Bai Shi. She has experienced a lot, and most of them happened to her personally.
Jiang Fuli's guzheng appeared at the right time. In just three days, she had finished writing the whole song.
However, there is one thing. She used the reduced notation. She had not learned modern music theory, and the original owner had no knowledge of modern music theory.
She could learn modern music theory, but it was too late.
Thursday.
Physical education class.
Class 15 and Class 8 were still together. Bai Shi sat under the shade of the tree, lazily looking at a whole page of reduced notation.
The phone lit up. It was a message from Jian Zhongyou -
[How do you think she plays? ]
Bai Shi clicked it and listened to it, and wrote him a comment.
Suddenly she remembered something: [Can you use reduced notation? 】
Jian Zhongyou is a serious guzheng learner. He started playing guzheng when he was eight years old. It has been sixty years now. He is more familiar with guzheng than himself. He has written many papers on guzheng and studied no less than a hundred history books.
Dean Jian: [? ]
This is a question to Bai Shi.
Bai Li: [[Picture]]
Bai Li: [Can it be translated? ]
Jiangjing Conservatory of Music.
In the office, Dean Jian picked up a pair of glasses and put them on, then clicked on the picture that Bai Shi sent him. It was a reduced score.
He took a look, then took his own guzheng and slowly pressed the tunes of Bai Shi one by one.
After copying the entire tune, Dean Jian could not hide his shock.
"Dean." A student knocked on the door outside.
Jian Zhongyou came back to his senses and said, "Come in."
After the students left, Jian Zhongyou was busy looking at the whole song. He took a pen and changed the entire abbreviated score into a five-line score. The abbreviated score was only the part he studied. After changing it to a five-line score, he could string the whole song together from beginning to end.
After the change, he played more fluently.
The whole song was grand, magnificent and tragic. It was the first time that Jian Zhongyou heard a song with such complex emotions.
Getting a good song is a simple and straightforward thing for a musician.
Dean Jian: [!!!]
Dean Jian: [Where are you from!]
He sent the modified five-line score back to Bai Shi.
After the PE class, Bai Li clicked on the picture and saw the five-line score sent by Dean Jian. She didn't understand it very well, but she could read it together with the reduced score. She
didn't understand why Dean Jian was so excited.
Bai Li: [A song written for a friend]
Dean Jian: [? ]
Dean Jian: [You wrote it? ? ? ? ]
Bai Li: [1]
Jian Zhongyou's calm attitude towards Bai Li was really hard to understand.
He calmed down for a long time, and during that time he didn't even think of asking Bai Li why she didn't use the five-line score to record it.
After all, few people know the reduced score now.
He only asked seriously: [Such a good song can't be spoofed. Who arranged it? ]
Bai Li: [I don't know]
Dean Jian: [……]
**
Friday.
Zhang's backyard.
Yan Lu was practicing shooting, and Sister Xin was standing in the corner talking on the phone with someone, "Yes, another week..."
After hanging up the phone, Sister Xin couldn't help but sigh.
Yan Lu turned on the spot, and the gun obediently circled in her hand, smoothly and naturally.
"Sister Xin, let's sing the song you bought last time." Yan Lu put away the gun, her face was cold and gorgeous. She had to join the crew the day after tomorrow, and there was no time left.
Sister Xin frowned: "But..."
She listened to the demo, and with her unprofessional eyes, the lyrics and music of that song were not good enough.
By then, An Qi and Man Xi would think it was a joke, but Yan Lu's role song in the crew was so bad that she would inevitably be cyber-bullied.
Yan Lu comforted Sister Xin, "I'm not a professional singer, can I still become famous by singing? As long as I play my role well, the audience will change their minds later."
"Squeak--"
The back door was pushed open.
Wen Qi came in noisily carrying a flower pot, and greeted the two of them skillfully: "Sister Yan, Sister Xin."
Behind him.
Bai Zhu and Ning Xiao each carried a flower pot.
Sister Xin quickly stepped aside and let a few students put the flower pot down.
Seeing a truck parked outside, she and Yan Lu also went to move a few times, and the group of people finished moving the flower pots in a few minutes.
Aunt Zhang came in from the front with a bunch of Coke.
Bai Xi opened the pull ring of the can with one hand, and took out two pieces of paper that were stacked casually from her school uniform pocket with the other hand, and gave a USB flash drive to Sister Xin: "This is the song, the demo in the USB flash drive."
"Ah?" Sister Xin stared at her hand for a long time, and then took it blankly, "You've finished everything? You can also arrange music?"
Bai Xi took a sip of Coke leisurely, raised her eyebrows, "I only participated in writing lyrics and composing music."
"What about arranging music?" Sister Xin asked subconsciously.
As for the arrangement -
it was Jian Zhongyou.
On an ordinary day, Bai Xiangjun wrote the lyrics and composed the music, and Jian Zhongyou, the dean of Jiangjing Conservatory of Music at the top of the modern music pyramid, arranged the music. A top-level collaboration across centuries...
was born!
Yan Lu takes off~ See you tomorrow my dears~
ps: I may put all the lyrics in the main text tomorrow. The lyrics are about 170 to 180 words (I may put part of it because it is too long).