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Meng Xinrui has an illusion.

It seems.

The person sitting in front of her playing the guzheng was not Wang Qian, but her mother.

The famous guzheng master in the country was also her idol since childhood.

Wang Qian’s temperament and state when playing the guzheng are almost exactly the same as when her mother played the guzheng.

There is no elegance like that of a Western gentleman when playing the piano, but a kind of elegance unique to ancient Eastern culture, a restrained temperament, and a chilling mystery exuded by this guzheng piece. breath.

She doesn't know what the tune is.

Never heard of it.

I haven’t heard Wang Qian talk about it either.

I don’t know the name of the song, the score, anything.

But

Just looking at Wang Qian and listening to the sound of a guzheng.

Meng Xinrui could feel the kind of battlefield, the majesty and unquestionableness of the general, which made her have the urge to obey Wang Qian's orders.

This

The shock in Meng Xinrui's heart turned blank for a moment. She was completely attracted by this piece of music, and was shocked and conquered by Wang Qian's performance. Her mind was full of gold and iron horses, flags fluttering, and pictures like mountains and so on emerged. .

The thousands of teachers, students and outsiders sitting across from the podium were stunned into silence.

No one said anything!

In fact, no one moved and couldn't bear to look away. The only thing everyone was doing was to **** up their ears and not miss every sound of the guzheng strings being plucked. Their eyes did not leave Wang Qian for a moment, not wanting to I missed every move Wang Qian made and the change in his temperament every second.

After a while, like a wise and brave general sitting in the center, he mobilized his troops.

For a moment, it was like a commander in front of a horse formation, witnessing his soldiers arranging to kill the enemy, and the mountain collapsed in front of them without changing his expression!

For a moment, a smile appeared, and then quickly disappeared. It turned out that he had returned to camp in victory

The guzheng playing progresses step by step.

Go into battle and kill the enemy step by step.

When the song ends.

Almost no one recovered from that scene.

It seems that the thousands of teachers and students attending the lecture are all soldiers returning victoriously from the battlefield. The fighting ended under Wang Qian's military order.

Wang Qian's hands have left the guzheng, and his calm and authoritative aura is still strong. Sitting there, he seems to be a general inspecting thousands of soldiers in the audience.

Silence!

It lasted nearly a minute.

Everyone slowly woke up.

However, no one made any move.

Because

The more awake I become.

Everyone felt more and more shocked.

They knew more clearly what had just happened.

Just now, Wang Qian played a guzheng tune that made them unable to extricate themselves.

Many teachers and students in the piano department looked at each other with disbelief in their eyes, as if they were dreaming.

If they were not sure that they were surrounded by teachers and students from the piano department, they would almost think that they were not taking a major class in the piano department, but a guzheng class in the folk music department.

Everyone has several similar questions in their minds.

Was it really the guzheng that was played just now?

Is it really Professor Wang who was playing the guzheng just now?

Is what they heard just now a guzheng piece?

Is this still a class in their piano department?

Is Professor Wang really a professor in their piano department?

Some subtle comments gradually emerged.

Ruke looked at Xiong Jia, Yan Ru, and Zhu Qiqi: "You are studying folk music, have you heard of this piece?"

Yan Ru shook her head affirmatively: "No!"

The eyes of several people still did not leave Wang Qian, who was sitting on the podium as mighty as a general.

Xiong Jia also shook his head: "I haven't heard it either. It should be a piece composed by Professor Wang himself. It's very nice. Although the technique seems simple, it's really nice. The expression is very clear and the structure is complete, like It's like the piano piece "Zhi Xuerong". I can feel that it should be about war, and it has a very Chinese classical flavor."

"I like this piece very much."

Xiong Jia's voice was slightly excited.

Ruke looked at Jiang Yu and Murong Yue, who had not spoken but had been staring at Wang Qian on the podium, and asked: "Jiang Jiang, Xiaoyue, have you ever heard Professor Wang play this piece of music?" ?"

Jiang Yu shook his head and said nothing, his eyes still not leaving Wang Qian.

Murong Yue said softly: "We haven't heard it! I don't know when he composed it, maybe it was a long time ago. He just said that he studied folk music before learning piano. He may have studied folk music for several years. What?"

How many years have you studied folk music?

After hearing this, several people smiled slightly bitterly.

Because just now Wang Qian said that he had studied piano for several years, which shocked thousands of piano teachers and students in the audience as well as people who studied piano outside school and were speechless.

Now it is said that Wang Qian has studied folk music for several years, which seems to be a routine operation

Just

They stared at Wang Qian with a hint of shock in their eyes.

Because, they can hear that in this piece alone, Wang Qian's guzheng playing level can basically be said to be no less than that of several master guzheng players in China.

Although, when watching Wang Qian play, this piece is not difficult and the playing technique is relatively simple, but being able to use a simple piece to play such a fascinating rhythmic picture is a true master level.

Art is never just about showing off skills. Showing off skills is actually the most superficial thing.

So

Is he not only a master pianist, but also a master guzheng player?

Or is this the only guzheng piece that he can play to such a master's level?

Several Yangyin geniuses fell into deep shock and self-doubt.

The small group of teachers and students from the folk music department sitting in the middle quickly stood up, applauded wildly, and looked at Wang Qian with admiration and shock in their eyes.

Then!

Thundering applause sounded again from everywhere, louder than ever before, and the glass on the surrounding large windows was vibrating and buzzing with the applause.

Everyone stood up immediately, stretched out their palms and clapped hard.

Wang Qian stood up from the stool in front of the guzheng at this moment, bowed gently to all the applauding teachers and students in the audience, and gradually withdrew from the state just now, with the majesty and elegance on his body. His temperament gradually dissipated, and he turned into the easy-going, low-key and reserved Professor Wang.

Just standing on the podium, looking at everyone with a smile.

Applause.

It just kept ringing.

No one wants to stop, it seems.

Thousands of pairs of eyes stared at Wang Qian alone.

Even Meng Xinrui, who was standing behind Wang Qian, was clapping her hands vigorously. If there weren't too many people here and the occasion wasn't wrong, she would have wanted to rush up and give Wang Qian a hug.

Only those who truly understand the industry can know what the music played by Wang Qian represents.

Only someone like her who really tries to compose guzheng music knows how difficult and excellent it is to compose such a piece of music!

Just like many people know the piano piece "Zhi Xuerong".

Because this song is easy to learn and very pleasant to listen to, coupled with the official large-scale promotion, it has been spread among various training institutions across the country. Basically, most ordinary people in the country have heard it. this song.

However, many people have never heard of the song Magic City March.

So.

Simple, beautiful and representative music is the most rare thing, and it can best spread the connotation of an instrument representing the great truth and simplicity.

Although Meng Xinrui does not think that Wang Qian's guzheng piece has reached the state of simplicity, she does think that it is a masterpiece of guzheng that will be as easy to spread as Zhi Xuerong's piano piece.

Simple doesn't mean it's really simple, nor does it mean it's bad.

Difficult does not necessarily mean good!

Applause!

It's still going on.

While applauding vigorously, Li Jing said with a smile to Yang Jiansen beside her: "Director Yang, you have to take good care of your Professor Wang."

Although Yang Jiansen's eyes were full of shock, appreciation, and surprise, his expression was very solemn.

Because!

Even Li Jing reminded him, and of course he knew the change in the situation.

It can be intuitively said that after this song.

Wang Qian was freed from the constraints of the piano.

He jumped from the piano field to folk music, and reached the level of a master guzheng player with just one piece of music.

So, will the teachers and students of the Folk Music Department watch?

Yang Jiansen looked back for a moment and looked at the teachers and students of the folk music department who were applauding the loudest and with enthusiastic faces, and knew that they would not end there.

The battle for Wang Qian has just begun.

He not only has to compete with the piano departments of Zhejiang Yin and Yangyin, nor only with the Chinese departments of Zhejiang University, Double Star, and even Beijing University Shuimu, but also with the folk music department of Moyin. In the future, we will definitely have to compete with the piano departments and folk music departments of Yangyin Music, Zhejiang Music, and several other higher music and art schools!

All at once

Yang Jiansen felt that his idea of ​​leaving Wang Qian in Moyin was so unrealistic.

Perhaps, the idea of ​​any university trying to dominate Wang Qian alone is unrealistic.

Hao Jialing applauded happily and said to Yang Jiansen and Li Jing: "Director Yang, Professor Li, I am so excited to hear this piece of music. I really didn't expect that Professor Wang has such a profound knowledge of guzheng music. It's so amazing." ”

Hao Jialing looked at Qin Xuerong, who was also applauding, and asked curiously: "Sister Xuerong, have you ever heard Professor Wang play this piece?"

Yang Jiansen and Li Jing, as well as several professors and leaders of Moyin around them, all looked at Qin Xuerong curiously, looking forward to Qin Xuerong’s answer and hearing more about Wang Qian’s life from Qin Xuerong, Wang Qian’s girlfriend. in appearance.

Qin Xuerong also blushed, her eyes never leaving Wang Qian, and answered Hao Jialing's question calmly: "I haven't heard of it! I don't know how deep his talent is. At present, I haven't finished exploring it yet. I I think I may spend my whole life studying and exploring him."

Qin Xuerong's answer made Hao Jialing stunned. He felt like crying. He was caught off guard and a large amount of dog food was thrown over him. He also forced his mouth to go up to eat the handful of dog food. He cried loudly in his heart. out.

Afterwards, the women Hao Jialing and Li Jing looked at Qin Xuerong with envy, and there was a sour taste brewing in their hearts!

Being able to be with someone like Wang Qian is truly a blessing earned over several lifetimes

Perhaps, it really takes several lifetimes of luck to have a burst of good luck in this life and become Wang Qian's girlfriend.

But

What about the person who divorced Wang Qian?

Li Qingyao stood up numbly at this moment and applauded numbly along with everyone.

Two lines of clear tears have flowed down my cheeks and merged with the mask.

Many people around noticed her condition and were surprised by her reaction.

Because even people who don’t understand music can tell that this guzheng piece has a lively rhythm, a passionate and solemn mood, and almost no sensationalism.

Then why is the woman wearing a mask crying?

Li Qingyao didn’t know why she was crying.

Anyway, she couldn't help but shed tears.

In my heart, there is only pain.

However, she still clapped hard and gave him her most sincere applause.

A tissue was handed to her.

Li Qingyao was stunned for a moment, then turned around to see Yu Jingruo's face that looked as if it were a fairy.

"Don't cry, it's the path you choose."

Yu Jingruo said softly, then turned to look at Wang Qian.

Li Qingyao silently took Yu Jingruo's paper and gently wiped the tears on her cheeks. The mask was already wet. She gently took off a little of the mask and wiped her cheeks, and then put the mask on again.

It’s your own path, so go ahead.

The applause lasted for nearly ten minutes before stopping.

Wang Qian was a little tired from standing, so he waved gently and said into the microphone: "Everyone is tired from standing. Stop clapping. Sit down and continue. I am tired from standing too and want to take a rest." Son."

Everyone laughed at Wang Qian's joke.

The warm and tense atmosphere just now also dissipated.

The applause slowly stopped.

Everyone also sat down one by one.

The scene became quiet again.

But

But there is no real silence.

Because, one arm was raised high in the air again.

This time.

Not only people from the piano department, but also students from the folk music department and other magic music departments raised their hands. There were also many people from outside the school who also raised their hands, wanting to ask their own questions.

This guzheng performance made everyone unable to contain their excitement, and they had to say something.

Only some school leaders in the first row did not raise their hands. Many other middle-aged and elderly professors raised their hands and wanted to interact with Wang Qian.

The atmosphere was unprecedentedly warm.

Wang Qian did not immediately call the person to stand up to ask questions and interact. Instead, he looked at Meng Xinrui and asked: "This classmate, what do you think of the guzheng piece I just played?"

Meng Xinrui said with a slight tremor in her voice: "Professor Wang's piece is of course very good. It is the best one among the newly composed guzheng pieces that I have heard in the past ten years. I would like to ask Wang Professor, what is the name of this piece? Did you compose it yourself?"

Meng Xinrui’s question is also a question that most people at the scene want to raise.

So, everyone looked at Wang Qian, waiting for his answer.

Wang Qian did not disappoint everyone. He looked at thousands of faces and thousands of pairs of eyes and said with certainty: "Yes, this is a guzheng piece that I accidentally wrote before. I didn't think of a specific name at the time. , I randomly put together some ideas about guzheng and other musical instruments, and named it Xiansuo Thirteen Sets. The guzheng piece I just played is the ninth piece among them, so I call this piece guzheng! Jiuqu."

Quiet!

Pairs of eyes turned from anticipation to shock, and their eyes widened.

Even a fairy like Yu Jingruo, who had always been calm and seemed not to care about any mundane things in the world, looked at Wang Qian who said these words on the podium with slightly wide eyes.

Although Yu Jingruo also graduated from the Acting Department of Beijing Film Academy like Wang Qian, his family background is that he is still studying in the Chinese Department of Zhejiang University, so his knowledge and artistic accomplishment are extraordinary, far above Li Qingyao, basically No less than a professional art student.

So, she also understood the meaning of Wang Qian's words.

This means that Wang Qian has extraordinary research results in the field of folk music.

Just

He has never made any announcement to the outside world. He studied and studied silently by himself. It was not until the ninth guzheng piece he called himself became a blockbuster that everyone knew about it.

You can get a glimpse of it just from the ninth guzheng piece named by himself, which shows his research in folk music and the information he mentioned about the thirteen sets of strings.

So, everyone couldn't help the curiosity that burst out in their hearts, and they had to ask clearly.

Similarly, Xiao Dongmei, who had always been reserved, elegant and quiet, was looking at Wang Qian with wide eyes at this moment.

Wang Jingshan said directly to Su Jiangsheng: "Director Su, do you think what Professor Wang said is true?"

Wang Jingshan was obviously a little suspicious.

He is a young writer with some achievements, and he knows very well how rare it is to make extraordinary achievements in a field, while Wang Qian has become a master in the two major music art fields of piano and folk music. And perhaps there is not only one guzheng master in folk music, but there may be other instruments with equally extraordinary attainments.

In his opinion, this is simply a fantasy.

Not to mention, Wang Qian's achievements and level of literary works are far ahead of him!

The only thing Wang Jingshan can offer is that his novels sell much more than Wang Qian’s literary works

This is because Wang Qian’s literary works have never been published.

Literature, calligraphy, piano, and pop songs are all top-notch in China!

Coupled with the level of master-level folk music?

Wang Jingshan felt his scalp was numb, it was really scary.

Su Jiangsheng did not express his position, but just said: "In any case, the guzheng piece that Professor Wang just played is very extraordinary, which shows that he has a deep knowledge of guzheng. As for other folk instruments, we will have to wait and see later. Will Professor Wang share it with us?"

"Professor Wang is a truly talented person."

Su Jiangsheng gave Wang Qian one last compliment.

Xiao Dongmei said softly: "Professor Wang doesn't bother to lie."

Xiao Dongmei did not express the deep pride and confidence she saw in Wang Qian.

People with such pride and self-confidence will never bother to lie and deceive others.

Because she is such a person.

She is usually humble, low-key and reserved when facing other people, but in reality she is extremely proud and confident in her talents.

However, after meeting Wang Qian, her inner pride and confidence have become less confident and proud, especially now that Wang Qian is here, she feels like meeting her teacher.

Proud? confidence?

In front of Wang Qian, it is not worth mentioning.

After a few seconds of silence.

What followed was more enthusiastic raising of hands to ask questions.

Everyone raised their hands!

Including Xiao Dongmei, everyone raised their hands to ask Wang Qian two questions.

Yu Jingruo and Li Qingyao also raised their hands. They just wanted to say a few words to Wang Qian.

Jiang Yu, Murong Yue, Ruke and other members of the Baojia Street Band also raised their hands.

The teachers and students of the folk music department almost stood up from their seats with their arms raised high.

The teachers and students in the piano department also raised their arms neatly and densely.

Everyone wanted to interact with Wang Qian crazily, and wanted to know what Wang Qian’s words meant.

After Meng Xinrui was silent for a few seconds in shock, she was quickly awakened by countless palms suddenly raised again at the scene, and then hurriedly asked: "Professor Wang, the thirteen sets of strings you mentioned are ten. Three pieces of music? And are they all zither pieces? Can you show us some?

This is also a question that most people at the scene want to know, and Meng Xinrui also asked the core point.

Wang Qian looked at Meng Xinrui, then looked at the thousands of curious babies on the seats, and said softly: "The Thirteen Sets of Strings is just a temporary name I made a few years ago, and it doesn't mean anything. Some of them are just A piece of my thoughts cannot be called a piece of music. Of course, it is not just a piece of music."

“I have a wide range of hobbies. I have done some research on folk musical instruments such as guzheng, pipa, dulcimer, xun, flute, flute, erhu, etc. During practice, I occasionally wrote some inspiration fragments based on these instruments. I have recorded them, but most of them are just fragments and not systematic. I have not yet compiled and supplemented them."

"So, the ninth piece of guzheng that I played for you today is actually a relatively complete piece. As for the other contents, because they are too scattered, I will not show them one by one today, and there is not enough time. Allowed, let’s talk about it later when we have the opportunity.”

Meng Xinrui and most of the people present felt regretful after hearing Wang Qian's words.

I regret not being able to continue to listen to Wang Qian's other folk music.

However, no one forced Wang Qian.

Wang Qian looked at Meng Xinrui and said: "This classmate, you can lead someone to take down this treasure of your folk music department. Be careful not to damage it. This guzheng is really very good. Well, it’s the best I’ve ever used.”

Meng Xinrui calmed down, smiled at Wang Qian, and said, "Professor Wang has done such research on guzheng. If you like this guzheng, I can make the decision to give it to you!"

The conversation between the two was not a whisper, it was said in front of thousands of people at the scene.

Everyone was surprised when they heard Meng Xinrui's words.

Especially most students of Moyin know the origin of this guzheng. Even Jiang Yu and Ruke, top students of Yangyin, almost all know that this guzheng is the instrument that Meng Xinrui’s mother, Professor Chen Xi, has used for many years. It has been used in many large-scale and top-level performances in the world. To say the least, it has almost become a cultural symbol with Chinese elements abroad.

And in terms of value alone.

This guzheng is worth at least one million.

And as time goes by, it will become more and more valuable, and it may become an antique collection in the future.

Meng Xinrui, in front of so many people, gave this guzheng to Wang Qian?

The most important thing is that Meng Xinrui practices guzheng herself and is also known as the future successor of her mother, Professor Chen Xi. How can she give away this important symbolic guzheng?

Many leaders of Moyin’s teachers and students were puzzled by Meng Xinrui’s choice.

Wang Qian took a deep look at Meng Xinrui. He didn't know Meng Xinrui's identity yet.

But when he heard Meng Xinrui speak so confidently, he knew that her identity must be extraordinary. Otherwise, how could she be qualified to give away the treasure of the Demonic Folk Music Department in just one sentence?

With so many Moyin leaders present, no one stood up to oppose

Does that mean these leaders are not qualified to oppose Meng Xinrui, or do they agree with Meng Xinrui's choice?

Without any further thought, Wang Qian shook his head and refused: "Forget it, I don't want it anymore. I see you like the guzheng so much. This must be your favorite thing. A gentleman doesn't take what others like, so I won't want it. ”

Meng Xinrui was slightly disappointed.

In fact, she had an urge to become a teacher, and this guzheng was regarded as a ceremony to become a teacher.

If Wang Qian accepts it, she will wait until this class is over and go to Wang Qian to become his disciple. If Wang Qian comes, he will not refuse.

Unfortunately, I was rejected.

She was a little disappointed, but she recognized Wang Qian's character even more in her heart. Then she smiled and said: "Well, thank you Professor Wang for your teaching today. I can invite Professor Wang for the guzheng piece just now." Can you give us a copy of the music score? And can you give me a more formal name, Professor Wang?”

The ninth piece of guzheng!

It sounds too academic.

There is no name as easy to understand as Zhi Xuerong.

Wang Qian looked at the teachers and students of the folk music department who were looking at him eagerly, and nodded in agreement: "Okay, I will write the score to you when I have time. If you don't have time, you can just wait for me in Qian. Qian Jingting please upload it.”

There was a pause.

Wang Qian continued: "As for the name of this song, let's call it General Order."

The three words "General's Order" were spoken loudly and resoundingly in the ears of everyone in the audience, as if there was a fleeting sound of gold and iron horses clashing and fighting.

Meng Xinrui praised: "What a good name, this name fits so well."

When thousands of people at the scene heard this name, they all praised it and burst into applause. Obviously everyone liked and recognized this name very much.

The general's order is very imposing as soon as he hears it, and there is also a chilling atmosphere of the battlefield.

Meng Xinrui waved to the Folk Music Department, and several students quickly came up and moved the guzheng away.

When Meng Xinrui left, she also bowed lightly to Wang Qian and said to Wang Qian sincerely: "Thank you Professor Wang for teaching me a lesson. My name is Meng Xinrui. Once a teacher, always a teacher. Professor Wang He will be my teacher from now on. If I have any questions about folk music in the future, I will ask Professor Wang for advice.”

After speaking, Meng Xinrui turned around and looked at the thousands of people present without waiting for Wang Qian's answer. She walked back to her seat calmly and sat down with firm eyes.

Many dissatisfied teachers and students of the piano department calmed down after seeing this scene, and they were no longer so repelled by Meng Xinrui and the teachers and students of the folk music department.

Applause!

It sounded again.

Everyone knows.

This scene may become a legend in the field of folk music in the future.

But

After hearing this, Wang Qian looked at Meng Xinrui's back and was speechless.

Do I have one more student?

Will you please call me again in the future?

Have you asked me about this client?

Do I agree?

Wang Qian decided to come to Moyin as little or as little as possible in the future, so that he would not run into Meng Xinrui.

Watch the treasure of the folk music department being sent away.

Wang Qian was just about to say something more and then end the class.

Suddenly thousands of people at the scene raised their hands again.

Among them is Meng Xinrui, who has just sat down but has not yet settled down.

Everyone’s enthusiasm for interacting with Wang Qian is still high.

Wang Qian ignored the folk music student on Meng Xinrui's side, glanced around, and saw Yu Jingruo raising his hand behind him. His eyes lit up a little, and he smiled imperceptibly, and then looked at Jiang Yu and Murong The Yue people smiled, and then saw Xu Xiaoxiao in the crowd who was jumping for joy and stretching out his hands, and nodded slightly.

I also saw Chen Xiaowen and Sun Jing, who also gave them a smile.

Of course, Qin Xuerong in the first row also raised his hands enthusiastically, looking at Wang Qian with a smile on his face and the words "call me, call me" written on his forehead

However, Wang Qian would not ask questions among the people he knew, but gave Qin Xuerong a big smile, which made Qin Xuerong smile even happier.

Looking around.

Wang Qian saw Juliet and Yu Zhongya in the front row raising their hands again, but still passed them by, and noticed a woman with a quiet and elegant temperament. Her temperament was somewhat similar to Yu Jingruo, but she had a strong scholarly atmosphere. And a kind of introverted tranquility, without Yu Jingruo's fairy-like appearance.

After being stunned for a moment, Wang Qian pointed at the quiet woman who raised her hand and said, "This classmate is you."

At this time, he saw that the middle-aged man sitting next to the quiet woman was someone he knew.

Moreover, it was Su Jiangsheng from the Chinese Department of Double Star University who came to Moyin personally to invite him to give lectures.

So

Maybe this woman is a student in the Chinese Department of Shuangxing University?

Wang Qian regretted calling her a little.