“do/mi/sol——————”

The voices of the boys and girls were like the sounds of nature, and the bright C major chords still echoed in the classroom.

Something blossomed from my heart.

More and more people begin to experience slight tremors in their shoulders or arms.

They were still chanting, but one after another they closed their eyes and raised their faces slightly.

They haven't looked at the blue sky for a long time. Although it is difficult to find blue sky in this city and there is no sky above this classroom, they feel that they are facing the sunshine.

No, as a speaker, I am part of the sunshine.

"Boys and girls, your breath is surprisingly long and stable." Fan Ning spoke loudly, signaling for everyone to stop and take a breath.

They closed their mouths and opened their eyes. You looked at me and I looked at you.

What a feeling is this?

Is this a chorus?

Carrying a bag of luggage, I came to this strange and noble place, facing an unknown life and an unknown destiny. There are even a considerable number of people who only have a few years left in their lives.

Moreover, there are people around here that I don’t know. They are anxious, have low self-esteem, are alienated and wary of each other.

But now, many of them are laughing among themselves.

Candid, relaxed, friendly and warm smile.

Because of a cooperative C major triad.

They were reminiscing about the feeling just now, and everyone still had something to say.

"The game continues." Fan Ning said with a smile, "Do you mind making it a little more difficult? Just a little bit."

The children showed eager expressions and nodded subconsciously, but when they heard Fan Ning say that the difficulty should be increased, they secretly clenched their fists.

"Listen to me singing." Fan Ning instructed the left area again, "do, do, xi, do."

Well, the change is too simple, just a new note is added, which is only half a degree lower.

They breathed a sigh of relief and repeated it.

"Still prolong it, but don't prolong it that long, follow my instructions -" Fan Ning demonstrated again and waved his hand, dragging out four beats for each note, "do, two, three, four; do, two, three, four; do, two, three, four; do, two, three, four;

xi, two, three, four; do, two, three, four.”

The children spoke again: "do——do——xi——do——"

It's easy to imitate, but it's a bit monotonous.

"Hey, you guys." Fan Ning waved to the middle area, "mi, mi, re, mi."

"mi——mi——re——mi——"

"It's yours." Fan Ning looked to the right, "sol, la, sol, sol, remember, your changes will be in the second one."

"sol——la——sol——sol——"

"Great." Fan Ning laughed happily, "Now, as per the old rules, I'll give you some time to strengthen your memory and prevent interference from others. With such a small change, I don't think there's any need for overtime? Or ten seconds."

The children nodded with anticipation. The feeling just now was so wonderful. What kind of sound will come out this time?

"Three, two, one, zero!"

"do/mi/sol——" "do/mi/la——" "xi/re/sol——" "do/mi/sol——"

A simple 1-4-5-1 (master-subordinate-subordinate-master) framework. Of course, Fan Ning made a slight modification, replacing level 4 with level 6, which is also a subordinate function, and turned it into a softer 1-

6-5-1, and then the first inversion is used for the middle two chords, which makes the melody line smooth and easy for children to remember, with only changing one note.

Under the tug of Fan Ning's inspiration thread, bright colors began to flow, light and shadow slowly rotated, returning to the origin after a brief and simple dislocation.

The fluctuations of the children's emotional and astral bodies can be seen clearly under Fan Ning's spiritual perception.

Generally speaking, it is a warm and long-lost touch, but each level is slightly different: the people who sing the bass do and xi feel their own depth and generosity, because they contribute the foundation of color; the speakers of the middle mi and re sounds

What you experience is comfort and tranquility, just like a newly born child lying in the warm arms of the mother; while the young girls singing the sol and la melodies above open the window lattice with their own hands in the high altitude, and pray for the children.

Let’s bring sunshine and breeze.

4 chords, 4 measures and 16 beats. The choir conductor Clark and piano accompanist Elizabeth who were watching could not help but squint their eyes in this comfortable sound field.

Chorus is really a magical thing. When these voices sound, even the cold tables and benches in the classroom become wonderful.

When they finished this round of chorus, they felt their hearts beating deeply and powerfully, and the hesitation and sadness in their eyes disappeared. They smiled more sincerely and happily, smiling at Fan Ning and smiling at the people around them.

"The last round of the game." Fan Ning deliberately frowned, "Well, it may take a while, it mainly depends on your cooperation."

Is there a tacit understanding? The boys and girls looked at each other.

Of course we are great. Aren’t those wonderful sounds just produced by our cooperation?

Their eyes showed the encouragement of "come on".

"hmm-hmm" Fan Ning hummed a common melody, "Students who can hum at least one part please raise your hands."

This is a soothing, gentle folk song that is widely sung in the north of Tioleon.

At first, only one or two people raised their hands, and the rest showed habitual submissiveness, hesitation, and low self-esteem. But when they thought of the wonderful feeling just now and the mutual recognition in their eyes, they finally raised their hands one after another.

"Then let's take the first ten people who raised their hands." Fan Ning said, "Please change seats with them and let them sit in the first few rows in the middle for the time being."

At Fan Ning's suggestion, they hummed together using the vowel a. The pitch and rhythm were generally satisfactory, and there was an octave difference between men and women.

"Now, let's all sing the scales together with me, but there is one more request: please look at my gestures and follow me."

"Do." Fan Ning said, and at the same time stretched out his right hand, making a fist gesture.

"Do——" the children imitated.

"Re." Fan Ning opened his right fist, put his five fingers together, and pointed his fingertips diagonally upward.

"re——"

"mi——" put the five fingers together, with the palm facing down. "fa——" make a fist with four fingers, with the thumb facing down. "sol——" put the five fingers together, with the palm on the left side. "la——" make a virtual fist with the five fingers. "xi——

—" Extend your index finger diagonally upward. "Do——" Return to making a fist.

Fan Ning led everyone to walk up and down the scale four or five times until the set of note names and gestures were completely memorized.

Clark, the student chorus conductor, looked thoughtful, but Elizabeth, the girl in the green dress in front of the piano, tilted her head in confusion and thought.

Why doesn't Professor Fan Ning give piano lessons or teach them to learn music notation?

"Very good." Fan Ning nodded in approval, "Well, the students in the front row singing folk songs, please try first to see if you can follow your own gestures and sing."

"As for everyone in the left, middle and right areas, they still follow me and memorize a set of sounds, but this time there are 8, please cooperate with gestures."

Inspired by Fan Ning's inspiration, three and five minutes later, as Fan Ning prepared to take the shot, a four-part chorus with a length of only 8 bars and a slow and square rhythm sounded in the classroom.

"do/mi/sol——" "xi/re/sol——" "la/do/mi——" "sol/xi/mi——" "fa/la/do——" "mi/sol/

do——” “re/sol/xi——” “do/mi/do——”

A practical harmony sequence (15634145), which was called "Canon Progression" in the previous life, brings a somewhat sacred and solemn sense of progression to the vocal singing. Fan Ning still transposes the lines of each voice.

The progression is smoother and easier to remember. On top of the pillar chord composed of three parts, it is a nostalgic ballad swaying with warmth and warm wind.

Two outstanding professional students saw more things. When someone in each voice group could hardly remember what the next note was, the gestures of the people around him allowed him to remember and follow up, and the fragments he remembered clearly

, and used gestures to remind others that there was a more dangerous accident, but Fan Ning on the stage still had two hands.

"It only lasted half an hour from the beginning, without any theoretical basis, and more than 50 people with just some talent in singing, performed the four-part chorus, and the first chorus went smoothly?" Clark was shocked.

You must know that chorus and solo singing are not the same thing. There are many people with good voice conditions and good pitch. People who usually sing brilliantly will be led astray once they sing different pitches or rhythms with others at the same time.

Chorus is also different from singing in unison. Singing in unison means that everyone sings the same melody. Sometimes the difference between men and women is an octave. It is essentially the same musical material as solo singing.

And here are four voices.

Clark naturally heard a lot of flaws, as well as a lot of sounds that came in late when switching chords, but there was no confusion or interruption, and it just went smoothly without any danger.

"You guys are so cute." At the end of the 8th section, Fan Ning praised sincerely.

Cute? Several boys and girls were stunned after hearing this encouragement and praise.

From the time when they were a little older, their lives were filled with the same routine of labor, fatigue, sleepiness, scolding and threats from factory owners and foremen. Their lives were filled with heavy housework, farm work, debts, diseases, calculations about food and clothing, and brothers.

The death of a sister and the tears, complaints and scoldings of parents.

Can you still be called cute while living in this world?

Aren’t people the fuel for machines or the nutrients for the soil?

The music echoing in the mind soaked into the withered spiritual garden, and the grievances seemed to have a place to talk to. The corners of the eyes were moist, and the tip of the nose was sour. The light soaked the air, dripped on the face, and flowed on the skin. The gray-white world filter was removed, and everything was restored.

It has the colorful colors it should have.

"I have just started. From now on, you will teach them according to the above content, and two or three conservatory students will gradually come to help you. The above eight units will be about one per week until New Year's Eve

, I will come to check and accept the results every time I complete a unit, and I will come here often."

Fan Ning handed Clark and Elizabeth two textbooks.
To be continued...