Chapter 59: Become a Disciple
Lu Yunshu immediately waved his hands after hearing this, "No, no! How can I teach you when I'm like this?"
"Si Qiao, you don't know, based on my understanding of Zheng Yalan, if you lose this time, she will definitely embarrass you in public!"
"The most important thing is that we were all taught by the same teacher. Zheng Yalan knows everything I know."
In fact, Zheng Yalan works harder than her.
Therefore, even if he taught Siqiao everything he had learned, Siqiao would not have much chance of winning.
"It's okay, Yunshu, just go ahead and teach me."
Lin Siqiao had been mentally prepared from the moment she accepted the challenge, and she had even thought of the corresponding remarks.
"I was actually very interested in this when I was a kid, but my dad thought that learning this would be a waste of time."
"Later, I had no choice but to focus on studying."
"But I still practice secretly in private."
Lin Jiansheng's attention has been on the other children in recent years, and he has never cared about what Lin Siqiao has learned.
What's more, he is now in the Northwest, so even if someone suspects him and wants to investigate, let them do it.
Lin Siqiao probably didn't even remember a damn thing about her scumbag father.
After hearing this, Lu Yunshu looked as if she understood. She said how could Si Qiao dare to accept Zheng Yalan's challenge, it turned out that she had a trump card!
"Yun Shu, I need your help."
Now that Lin Siqiao had said this, there was no reason for Lu Yunshu not to help.
"Okay, I'll bring the bamboo flute to school tomorrow, and we'll take advantage of the time to practice in the next few days."
Lu Yunshu did what he said. After lunch the next day, he took Lin Siqiao to the rehearsal room in the teaching building.
"I have never used these two flutes. Try them first."
Bamboo flutes have completely different sound qualities due to their different materials. The two bamboo flutes Lu Yunshu brought were a purple bamboo flute and a bitter bamboo flute, both of which were top-quality products.
"I'll just use this one."
Lin Siqiao has already thought of the repertoire for the competition. The style of the music is more southern, the texture of the bitter bamboo is soft, and the tone is sweet and mellow with the flavor of bamboo silk, which is perfect for the performance.
"Okay, then play a piece so I can hear how good you are now."
Lin Siqiao nodded and played a relatively simple tune. There was no need to show off his trump card before going on stage.
Unexpectedly, Lu Yunshu was stunned after hearing this. She always thought that Si Qiao's words "yes" were just a simple "yes".
This is not just knowing how to do it, it can be said that you have mastered it, okay?
Lu Yunshu suddenly felt like he was showing off his skills in front of an expert.
"What's the matter?"
Seeing that she didn't speak for a long time, Lin Siqiao asked, "Is there something wrong?"
To be honest, she hasn't played this thing in a long time.
There shouldn't be any major issues with the pitch and rhythm.
“Yes, there are big problems.”
“It’s my problem!”
Lu Yunshu stroked his forehead with one hand, it was hard to understand the world of the academic master.
Everyone has only one head, so how do other people's brains look?
Anyway, I can’t teach it myself.
After school that afternoon, Lu Yunshu took Lin Siqiao to a place.
"Come on, follow me."
"Where are you going?"
"You'll know when you get there."
Lu Yunshu took Lin Siqiao to Wukang Road, walked along the alley, and came to the gate of an antique courtyard.
Lu Yunshu went up and knocked on the door.
After a while, footsteps were heard from inside, the door opened, and an old man wearing a Chinese-style gown and with gray hair poked his head out.
"You little girl, how long has it been since you last came to see your master?"
He turned his head and saw Lin Siqiao on the side, "Who is this?"
"Master, this is my friend, Lin Siqiao."
Lu Yunshu quickly pulled Lin Siqiao in front of Mr. Zhao.
"Si Qiao, I learned to play the bamboo flute from my master."
"But I have only learned a little bit. You don't know how amazing my master is at playing the bamboo flute."
When Mr. Zhao heard this, he slapped her on the head.
"I think it's far inferior to your ability to brag as an apprentice."
"No way, Master, could you please be gentler?"
"Be gentle, you won't learn your lesson."
The master and disciple started fighting as soon as they met. Lin Siqiao could only clear his cough a few times and nodded slightly.
"Junior Lin Siqiao, this is my first visit to your house, sorry to bother you."
"You are a man who knows the rules. Come in."
The three of them entered the house together. Lu Yunshu did not say any polite words and made his purpose clear in front of Mr. Zhao.
"Master, Siqiao is very talented in playing the bamboo flute!"
"Why don't you accept her as your last disciple, okay?"
Old Zhao glanced at his little disciple. This girl really deserved to be punished.
"Who do you think your master is?"
"Just bring anyone here and ask me to take him as my apprentice."
"How many do I have to collect in a year? Can I handle it?"
Lin Siqiao was also a little surprised. Lu Yunshu hadn't mentioned these things before coming. He only said that he would bring her to see someone.
"What's going on?"
Lu Yunshu had an expression that said, "Don't worry about it, just listen to me."
He went up and shook Mr. Zhao’s arm.
"Master, Senior Sister is clearly bullying. She is embarrassing you no matter if she wins or loses."
Mr. Zhao's focus is on the word "lost".
He also has some understanding of his eldest disciple, Mr. Zhao.
No one can compare to her in terms of diligence and hard work, but she is a little stubborn.
People like to take things seriously, and after Mr. Zhao gave them a few suggestions but to little avail, he just stopped talking.
But Master Zhao found it unlikely that the young disciple would lose.
"Really, Master, if you don't believe me, just listen to Si Qiao playing it for you and you'll know."
"Just a short paragraph!"
Even though he had brought everyone here, Mr. Zhao didn't give his young disciple too much face.
"Then let her come for a little while."
Lu Yunshu finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Si Qiao, now that you are here with the Master, don't hide anything. Show us your best skills."
Lin Siqiao understood what she meant, nodded, and played a famous Jiangnan song "Partridge Flying" in front of Mr. Zhao.
Lin Siqiao did not show off his skills too much, but added a little bit of his own ingenuity.
The adapted song has a gentle and tender style, giving people a sense of clear and distant reverie, with a strong Jiangnan style.
Until the end, the master and disciple still felt a little reluctant to leave.
"How is it, Master."
"I think Siqiao can do it."
Mr. Zhao didn't say anything. He picked out a new flute and gave it to Lin Siqiao.
"It's not enough to just know the Southern School's repertoire. Try another one."
"good."
Lin Siqiao knew that Mr. Zhao wanted to test him, so he immediately changed to a representative work of the Northern School, "Bird in the Shade".
This time, Mr. Zhao did not ask her to play just a short section. Lin Siqiao played the whole piece directly.
"Little girl, who did you learn this from?"
Mr. Zhao is not an ordinary person. This girl has solid basic skills and her own ideas.
Although she lowered the key of the song "Quail Flying", the style of the song is not abrupt at all.
It would be difficult to reach her level without ten or eight years of hard work.
Lin Siqiao was not nervous at all, after all, he had prepared his speech long ago.
After listening to this, Mr. Zhao was speechless for a long time. There is really no way to explain something like talent. Some people are like being chased and fed by God.
Actually, he is too.
Others who study for ten years cannot compare to him who studies for only half a year.
In this way, the look in Mr. Zhao's eyes when he looked at Lin Siqiao had a feeling of a hero admiring another hero.
Lin Siqiao also breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. It seemed that this matter should be settled.
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