Chapter 161 Flute Competition
"But just singing is boring." Ye Rou said, her fox eyes slightly raised, her gaze fell on Lin Manyong, "Why don't we have a competition."
Lin Manyong smiled.
She started learning the flute at the age of five and has been learning it for fifteen years today. She can confidently say that no one in Beijing plays the flute better than her.
Lin Manrong's eyes turned: "The loser must be punished."
Ye Rou pretended to be hesitant.
Seeing her hesitation, Lin Manrong became more confident and insisted, "Comrade Ye, are you scared?"
Ye Rou looked irritated and said unhappily, "Who's afraid?"
"Okay." Lin Manrong said with a smile, "The loser...will just agree to one of the other party's requests. How about that?"
She wanted Ye Rou to slap herself, but considering Lu Mingcheng was here, she didn't say it directly.
"Okay." Ye Rou agreed.
Lin Manrong looked at Teacher Zhou, and although she was smiling, she said with a hint of malice: "Teacher Zhou, you won't be biased towards Ye Rou, right?"
Zhou Yuqing said sullenly, "Let the people from your art troupe make their own judgement. I won't get involved."
Ye Yatou has extraordinary hearing, absolute musical sense, and amazing talent in music. After only one month of learning the flute, her skills are no different from those of professional masters.
Lin Manrong nodded with satisfaction.
Chi Keke sat on a chair beside her, her breathing was a little rapid and her face was slightly pale.
The people around her said angrily, "Lin Manyong relies on her father being a high-ranking military officer to look down on everyone. Now she's bullying Teacher Zhou's granddaughter. This is really too much."
Another person also said: "She just doesn't like pretty people. After Keke joined the art troupe, she always targeted her."
"Keke, your father is the political commissar of the military region, and happens to be Lin Manyong's father's superior. How dare she bully you?"
Chi Keke smiled bitterly, because Lin Manyong knew that she was not the real daughter of the Chi family. She shook her head and said, "Let's watch the game. Ye Rou may not lose."
Lin Manyong stepped forward, holding the flute, and said with a smile, "Comrade Ye Rou, I'll start first."
"Okay." Ye Rou nodded.
The spacious classroom was quiet. Lin Manrong was wearing a military uniform that was deliberately tight at the waist, a butterfly clip on her head, and her thick black hair was tied up with a red rubber band. There was a smile on her pretty face.
She held the flute, swept away her previous noisy and impetuous attitude, and became completely calm.
Lin Manyong looked at Lu Mingcheng shyly.
He was wearing a military uniform, standing straight, with a handsome and fair face, looking different from others.
Everyone in the art troupe knew that Lin Manyong liked Lu Mingcheng, so they jokingly said, "Captain, Lin Manyong is up there, hurry up and tell her to cheer."
Lu Mingcheng's face was not looking good. He didn't like Lin Manyong. Lin Manyong relied on her father and often bullied others in the troupe. He tried to stop her several times but it was useless.
No matter how others cheered him, he kept a cold face and said nothing.
Lin Manyong frowned and turned her head to glare at Ye Rou, waiting for her to win, so that this little bitch could slap her face to pieces!
She calmed herself down and began to play the flute.
"Jasmine Flower." Zhou Yuqing recognized the tune as soon as it started.
Lin Manyong has learned the flute for fifteen years and plays it really well. The high notes are light and melodious, and the low notes are pleasant.
"Lin Manrong is so good at playing the flute that no one in the art troupe can replace her over the years."
"Comrade Ye Rou is doomed to fail."
Ye Rou listened with a calm expression.
"Keke, Lin Manrong is playing the flute so well, is Ye Rou going to lose?"
Chi Keke shook her head. Lin Manyong was indeed talented, but she just played the flute without any emotion.
But even so, unless Ye Rou has extraordinary talent, she cannot defeat Lin Manyong.
After the song ended, Lin Manyong put away her flute and walked off the stage. Looking at Ye Rouzhi, she was very proud and said with a smile, "Comrade Ye, you will accept the punishment when you lose. You won't deny it, will you?"
Ye Rou stood up. Her 1.68-meter height, coupled with her four-centimeter high heels, made her look down at Lin Manyong. She smiled and said, "I won't default on my debt. Comrade Lin Manyong, what about you?"
Lin Manrong felt a little short of breath due to the height pressure. The smile on her face faded and she said unhappily, "I don't know how either. Let's get started."
Ye Rou took the flute that Zhou Yuqing had someone bring to her.
Her bright red lips were pressed against the door, the silver metal flute was placed horizontally, and her slender fingers pressed on the keys.
A string of smooth flute sounds flowed out.
"What song is this?"
Chi Keke listened attentively and said, "Comrade Ye Rou is playing "Butterfly Lovers."
Lin Manyong's face suddenly darkened.
She had been learning the flute for fifteen years and considered herself talented, but her flute teacher stopped her from playing "Butterfly Lovers" after she had played it once, saying that there was no emotion in her playing. She was not satisfied and changed teachers to learn again, but was stopped again, with the same reason.
When Lin Manrong heard that Ye Rou was going to play "Butterfly Lovers", she felt that she had secured the victory in this competition.
The most difficult part of "Butterfly Lovers" is the emotional transition between the flute sounds. How can someone who has not experienced it play the tragic transition from great joy to great sorrow, and from great sorrow to death?
But the more she listened, the stiffer her smile became, and her expression became uglier.
Ye Rou's fingering is skillful and her movements are graceful.
She stood in everyone's gaze, her wide skirt fluttering, and for a moment, everyone was drawn into the melody.
"Butterfly Lovers" is divided into three parts, namely falling in love, resisting marriage, and turning into butterflies. In the first part, the sound of the flute is charming and melodious, and the tune is light and lively, which makes everyone smile.
Suddenly the sound of the flute changed, it was Yingtai's sad and courageous resistance to the marriage, the melody gradually rose to the third part, the flute sounded like weeping and complaining, it was the poignant sound of Yingtai crying at the grave and finally jumping off the grave.
Ye Rou played "Butterfly Lovers", bringing her own state of mind into the whole performance, the joy when she accepted Jiang Chen's proposal, the decisiveness when she lifted the big stone and pointed it at Village Chief Li, and the fear that Jiang Chen would die and never see him again when he hugged her to block Fang Tian's gun.
Everyone present listened with extreme attentively.
After Ye Rou played the last note, she put away the flute. Everyone present was still immersed in their emotions and unable to extricate themselves.
"Good!" One person applauded first.
The applause broke the silence and everyone applauded at the same time.
Ye Rou looked at Lin Manyong.
The sound of the flute was like a sword, and the eyes were like knives. Lin Manyong slumped in her seat, her face pale.
She lost.
Seeing this, Ye Rou smiled and said, "Comrade Lin Manrong, my request is: you must apologize to Teacher Zhou for your lie."
Lin Manyong's face looked grim. She held the flute tightly and pursed her lips.
She never apologized and never bowed her head to anyone.
Now facing Ye Rou's request, she couldn't open her mouth and was unwilling to apologize.
Lu Mingcheng said coldly: "Lin Manrong has to admit defeat and apologize to Teacher Zhou quickly."
Comrade Ye Rou's request was not outrageous, and he didn't understand why Lin Manyong was hesitating.
It would have been fine if he hadn't spoken. As soon as he opened his mouth, Lin Manrong's face immediately darkened. "I'm not apologizing. I didn't do anything wrong."
Ye Rou smiled and said, "If you don't apologize, I will change my request. Comrade Lin Manrong, please slap yourself in the face twenty times."
Never underestimate a girl's intuition. Ye Rou guessed what Lin Manyong would ask of her if she lost just from the malicious looks she gave her several times.
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