Seeing that the atmosphere was getting weird, Wang Sisi glared at Wen Zheng angrily and hurriedly rescued Feng Yuyan.

She smiled and said: "Can Miss Feng play the dong Xiao or Qin Xiao?"

This question was a bit idiotic, but at least it relaxed the atmosphere in the room a lot.

Feng Yuyan still didn't understand why, so she followed her words with a hint of arrogance and replied: "I can play the piano, flute, and dongxiao. I learned musical instruments for a while when I was a child, and now my hands are not too good."

Wang Sisi just smiled and nodded.

Feng Xiaoyong, who was standing next to Wen Zheng, gave Wen Zheng a thumbs up while holding back a smile.

Recalling the days when he was oppressed by his elder brothers and sisters in the past 20 years, he has never been so happy as now, and he is still the eldest brother!

Feng Yutang sneered: "You're talking nonsense. You'd better have some real skills. You'll stumble later. Hum, I have a good relationship with many friends in the media. Some people have long suspected that you are sanctimonious, just because of your wretched appearance.

, the singing speed is definitely not that fast!”

Wen Zheng glanced at him speechlessly.

I just said that casually, but you have to think about it in a different way, who is the old dirty turtle?

soon.

The paper and pen were delivered, but the piano and flute had to wait a little longer because the errand boy went to buy it now and hadn't come back yet.

Feng Shixiong was slightly embarrassed about this.

Wen Zheng said unconcernedly: "You happen to have time to write a score for me."

"Do you really want to write it now?"

Feng Shixiong was pleasantly surprised but also a little worried, "It's better to just write it down casually. You don't have to adapt it according to the ancient music. After all, it may have been perfected by a few generations. Although I like collecting these things, I don't

How do you understand, just listen to it happily."

Wen Zheng smiled and said: "Then just think that I am also perfecting it. We traditionally use five tones, which are the five characters of 'Gong Shang Jiao Zheng Yu' that can be seen in the music score. Although there are few, they have endless uses. The order, mode, etc. are flexible and changeable.

, can fully express the rich musical connotation."

"Great happiness must be easy."

Feng Yuyan couldn't help but interjected.

Feng Yutang hurriedly echoed: "It's a lot of verbosity, but it's not as good as a layman like my sister. Usually the media praises you to the sky, saying that you are a great songwriter and a genius musician, but I think it's nothing more than that. Later

If you make a rubbish song, don't let everyone laugh at it."

"Yutang."

Feng Shixiong glared at him.

Feng Yutang said indifferently: "I've always been quite upright."

Feng Shixiong was also a little helpless.

Wen Zheng smiled and said: "Great music must be easy, and great rituals must be simple. This makes sense, but it shouldn't be understood the way you do. The so-called great music should refer to ritual music and elegant music, rather than generally referring to good music.

, or long pieces of music.”

"To put it simply, this is the reason why pop music cannot be played on some grand and formal occasions at the national level. It doesn't matter the complexity of the music, it's just that each piece of music has its own suitable occasion. On the other hand, okay

Music, even elegant music and ritual music, are not necessarily simple and can be made casually."

After Feng Yuyan listened carefully, she nodded slowly and said, "I've been taught a lesson."

Feng Yutang was a little embarrassed, so he hurriedly followed up: "Who can't be reasonable? You should start. I want to see how capable you are. Don't brag to the sky, but it is difficult to start. I want to give up now, but

It’s late, so many people are waiting.”

Wen Zheng looked at him deeply and shook his head helplessly.

I thought he was good at nourishing qi, but unexpectedly he turned out to be a weakling.

This is not atmospheric enough.

Ten minutes later.

The white paper in front of Wen Zheng has been filled with his drawings.

Feng Yutang just glanced at it and sneered: "I thought I was very capable. I also changed the guqin score, the numbers on the paper, letters and so on. Isn't it just like the Western music commonly used today?"

Wen Zheng said speechlessly: "I'm afraid your sister won't understand, so I can only express it in a way she can understand."

"This music score is actually not difficult. In today's terms, the chords are used very delicately. Since you have heard it, when I play the music on this piece of paper later, if you listen carefully, you should be able to find the similarities.

.It doesn’t matter if you can’t hear it, just feel it yourself.”

In fact, Wen Zheng's words are a bit far-fetched. It can also be said that he is bullying the laymen around him who are talking nonsense.

He didn't arrange it according to the guqin score at all, but with music, if different pieces of music want to accurately express a certain emotion, there will always be similar or identical chords.

The reason why he did this was just to annoy Feng Yutang, making Feng Yutang think that he was blatantly stepping on him to borrow flowers to offer to Buddha.

"It seems like the wrong chords are used here?"

Feng Yuyan pointed at the paper in front of Wen Zheng and raised her doubts, "It feels like it shouldn't be arranged like this, it's weird."

Wang Sisi glanced at it and frowned slightly.

Wen Zheng didn't wait for Feng Yutang to speak and said first, "You will understand when you start playing it again later."

Seeing that he was full of confidence, Feng Shixiong asked: "Since it is a new song, it should have a name, right? It would be better if it could be filled with lyrics."

"It's easy to write lyrics."

Wen Zheng smiled slightly, "As for the name of the song, well... let's just call it "A Smile from the Sea"."

"Oh? A laugh from the sea?"

Feng Shixiong murmured, wondering, "What's the explanation?"

Wen Zheng replied: "Let me be accommodating first. After you fill in the words, you can read it again." After that, he ignored others, picked up the pen and continued to write in a decent manner.

"The sea laughs, and the tide surges across the Taiwan Strait."

Feng Shixiong's eyes slowly followed Wen Zheng's pen tip, and he subconsciously recited, "Follow the waves, just remember the present moment."

Wen Zheng heard him murmuring and couldn't help but said: "If you know Cantonese, you might as well try reciting it in Cantonese."

Feng Shixiong glanced at Wen Zheng and said with a smile: "I traveled all over the country in my early years, and I am quite talented in languages. I don't care about the dialects of various places."

Wen Zheng said nothing and just continued writing.

Feng Shixiong continued to read in an ups and downs tone:

"The sky laughs, and the world is flooded with tides;

Who loses and who wins, God knows.

The country smiles, the misty rain is far away;

The waves wash away the mortal world, how beautiful it is.

The breeze laughs, causing loneliness;

There is only one evening photo left of the pride."

At this point in the year, Feng Shixiong was stunned. He just muttered the four words "One evening photo" in his mouth, with an inexplicable look on his face.

Everyone's face was filled with confusion, and they didn't even dare to breathe.

After a few breaths.

Wen Zheng put down his pen and read out the last line of the lyrics with a smile: "The people laugh, no longer lonely. The pride is still there, and the silly smiles."

Feng Shixiong pressed Wen Zheng's hand violently, his whole body became inexplicably excited, his lips kept trembling, but he couldn't say a word.

After a long time, he finally sighed: "You really understand me!"

Wen Zheng took out his hand without leaving a trace and said with a silly smile: "I thought you were going to praise my hand for my calligraphy. Because of it, I have been beaten by my master since I was a child."

Feng Shixiong laughed and said: "The calligraphy is indeed good, but I have seen many authentic handwritings by ancient people, and I don't have any impression. In comparison, this word is still well written, but I don't know what effect it will have when sung."

He stretched his neck and shouted: "Who is that! Isn't the piano and flute ready yet?"

"Come here, come here, downstairs."

A man who looked like a butler answered carefully.

Feng Yutang was a sensible person. Seeing that his father's attitude towards Wen Zheng had improved, he chose to just watch him quietly.

But he still hopes from the bottom of his heart that Wen Zheng will make a fool of himself, and then it will be time for him to show off his power. Otherwise, if Wen Zheng makes such a fuss, wouldn't Ye Xiaoyong really want to get a piece of his pie?

His mother has been in business for many years and has reached today's situation. How can an illegitimate child join forces with outsiders to cause trouble?

Not long after.

A guqin and a harp flute were placed in front of Feng Shixiong.

Wen Zheng looked at Feng Yuyan, stretched out his hand very gentlemanly and said, "I'll give you ten minutes to familiarize yourself with the music, is that okay?"

"Why don't you practice first?"

Feng Yuyan was stunned.
To be continued...