"Before that, let's solve the sound problem first!" Sui Xin thought for a moment and said, "Go to my dad and ask for a piece of wire, and then a piece of sandpaper."
Wei Ran nodded, quickly left the classroom, returned to the first floor and found Uncle Sui who was sitting behind the cashier playing Landlords and asked for what Sui Xin needed.
The latter happily left the cashier job to Wei Ran, turned around and got into the warehouse on the first floor, and soon got what he needed.
Returning to the second floor with the wire and sandpaper, Sui Xin bent the wire into a hook, and without much effort, hooked out a small ball of rice paper with remaining ink stains from the opening of the resonance box on the back of the guqin.
I unfolded the rice paper and looked at it. What was written on it was "Crossing the Lingding Ocean" by Wen Tianxiang. But looking at the handwriting, I knew that it was probably just a child's graffiti.
The wire in Sui Xin's hand continued to move in the resonance box, and the rice paper balls were unfolded one by one by Wei Ran who was standing aside. Most of these rice paper balls were written with popular poems, and some were even sketched with a brush.
The little animals came out. And even the furry people around could tell that this graffiti with claws and claws must have come from the same person.
After cleaning up all the waste paper, an envelope that was only half the normal size slid out. Seeing Sui Xin holding the envelope and looking at him, Wei Ran nodded quickly. The latter was not polite and immediately opened the unsealed envelope.
envelope, and two pieces of rice paper were pulled out from it.
Different from the graffiti on the previous scraps of paper, the words on these two pieces of paper were particularly neat and powerful. But unfortunately, Wei Ran could only understand the three words "Guangling San" in the slightly larger size.
Character.
"This is Guanglingsan's subtracted notation, which is the most difficult piece of music to learn on the guqin." Sui Xin returned the two pieces of paper and the envelope to Wei Ran, "Where did you get this guqin?"
"Um...it was a gift from a friend," Wei Ran replied as he took what the other party handed him. Unfortunately, even if he held it in his hand, he didn't recognize many words on these two pieces of paper.
Just as he was staring at the paper in his hand, Sui Xin had already rearranged the piano, stretched out his hand and gently plucked the strings that had just been replaced.
As the strings plucked, the thick and long sound echoed in the classroom for a long time, and those who were watching the excitement also let out cheers of amazement.
"Howling..." Sui Xin muttered in Chinese that only Wei Ran could understand, then plucked the strings and played a particularly pleasant tune.
When the song ended, those idiots immediately clapped along, and a few of them even expressed their desire to learn this in a tortoise-like tone.
But Sui Xin turned the guqin over again, pointed to the two lines of English under the word "you" and said, "Wei Ran, the sound of this guqin is much better than any other guqin I have ever touched. I think its origin must be quite big.
, so do you want to see what’s underneath these two lines of English?”
"Will..."
"Probably not." Sui Xin seemed to know what Wei Ran was going to ask, "It takes two lines of English to make it lose value. Just be careful."
"Then come on" Wei Ran nodded simply.
"Do it yourself." Sui Xin didn't want to directly hand the sandpaper on the table to Wei Ran, "Just by looking at the ice patterns on it, you can tell that this piano is not cheap. If I break it, I might sell it in my supermarket.
I can’t even afford to pay for it.”
"What is an ice break?" Wei Ran asked with a confused look on his face after taking the sandpaper.
"It's these lines on its surface"
Sui Xin stretched out her finger and pointed at the densely packed fine cracks on the surface of the guqin, "Only guqins that are more than a hundred years old will have such tiny cracks. Rather than polishing off the English, destroying these cracks will have a real impact.
It’s worth it.”
"There are so many things to pay attention to..."
Wei Ran, who is a complete musical idiot, signaled the people around him to stay away from him, then folded the sandpaper in his hand and carefully scratched the two rows of English with the corners.
However, he didn't use much force at all, and the two rows of English were not only scratched off by the sandpaper, but even small fragments fell off.
Wei Ran glanced at Sui Xin with a sad face, but found that the latter's chubby little face actually showed such an expression, "I guessed it right."
"What did you guess right?" Wei Ran asked quickly.
"Keep scraping away those fragments." Sui Xin didn't say much, but urged Wei Ran to continue.
After being polished with sandpaper, the tiny fragments disappeared together with the string of English, and then gradually a white word "spring" was revealed.
Sui Xin took out a small awl from her stationery box and gently moved it along the word "spring" to draw out a ball of floc that resembled paper pulp.
"Youquan? Why do you seem to have seen this name somewhere?"
Sui Xin murmured to herself, then pushed her wheelchair to the bookshelf. After looking up her neck, she took down a book that was not too thick with the help of a Maozi aunt.
.
After searching along the catalog, Sui Xin let out an exclamation, then rocked the wheelchair and returned to the long table. She looked at the guqin and then at the book in her hand as if she was possessed by an evil spirit. Her indifferent face also showed
He looked increasingly surprised.
"What's wrong?" Wei Ran asked nervously.
Sui Xin pointed to the cover of the book in her hand and said, "This book is a modern analytical version of "Cang Qin Lu" written by a famous qin master named Yang Zongji during the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China. Yang Zongji was also the founder of the Jiuyi Qin School in the guqin world.
Man. In this book of Qin collection, there is a record of Youquan’s bed Qin.”
Speaking of this, Sui Xin read against the content in the book, "Youquan, thunder style, newly made from ancient materials. On the right side of the pool is engraved 'Lu'an Qinhua Huo', the sound is powerful, making the player feel strong and unable to let go."
.Although it is not easy to find this kind of ancient qin, no matter whether it is a new qin, whether it is loose, pan or pressed, it all has bell sound, and the four strings are especially majestic and powerful, which is very strange. Such a new qin cannot be measured in the future."
"That...what do you mean?" Wei Ran asked with a confused look on his face. Although he understood every word of what he had just read, they seemed to be connected together like a heavenly book.
Passing the book in his hand to Wei Ran, Sui Xin pointed to the qin on the long table and said, "Leiyin style is the external style of this qin. If you haven't heard of Leiyin style, Jiao Wei, you must have heard of it, right?"
?Jiaowei is also a style of qin."
"What does it mean after that?" Wei Ran asked, looking at the words in the book.
"Newly made from ancient materials, in words you can understand, it means that this harp is made of older guqin or old wood such as beams or even coffin boards.
As for the following descriptions, simply speaking, they are all used to describe the sound of this harp. Scattered, pan, and pressed refer to the different fingering methods of playing the harp. The phrase "the four strings are particularly strong and powerful" focuses on praising the sound of the four strings of this harp.
The best thing is this string."
Having said this, Sui Xin gently plucked the corresponding strings, and the melodious sound came again. It was as pleasant as the bells in an ancient temple in the mountains.
Gently pressing the strings to stop the sound, Sui Xin turned the piano over again, pointed to the resonance box under the word "Youquan" and said, "This opening is called Longchi. If this piano is really that
It is recorded in the book, so if it is a little to the right in it, there should be the sentence 'Lu'an Qinhua Huo'."
"What do you mean?" Wei Ran continued to ask.
"Qin Hua is a qin maker under Yang Zongji. qin qin means qin making. Lu'an is this person's ancestral home." Sui Xin had already realized that Wei Ran was a layman who knew nothing about it, so he explained in detail.
Wei Ran saw the expectant look on the other party's face. After thinking for a moment, Wei Ran picked up the small awl on the table and put it into the so-called dragon pool. After some careful scratching, he actually made him open a piece of paper and
The surrounding paper sheets of the same color reveal the words "Lu'an Qinhua Huo" which were also filled with paper pulp!
"Wei Ran, I...can I use it..." Sui Xin looked at Wei Ran expectantly.
"How about that Guangling Powder?" Wei Ran asked with a smile.
“It’s a bit difficult, but it shouldn’t be a big problem!”
Sui Xin turned the piano back to the front with extra care this time, and even took out two more wet wipes and wiped her hands carefully. She waited until the water stains on her hands were completely dry, then gently plucked the strings and started playing.
The onlookers returned to their seats before the sound of the piano sounded. A few of them who were smart took out their mobile phones and turned on the video recording function.
In the melodious but passionate piano music, Wei Ran was inexplicably reminded of the old man who played "Waltz of the Flowers" on the piano in half an apartment building that might collapse at any time when he returned to the Battle of Stalingrad for the first time.
And the little girl who detonated the grenade, and the light blue blanket fragments flying all over the sky in the explosion.
"I should have taken a picture of that little girl..." As Wei Ran sighed with regret, Sui Xin also plucked the last string.
After the song ended, not only those idiots, but even Wei Ran couldn't help but plan to learn the piano - even though he is a musical idiot.
"I can't teach you"
Sui Xin looked at the guqin on the long table with envy, and said with regret, "At least before the Chinese New Year, my class schedule is full, and I have no time to teach you guqin. Besides, I don't have a guqin myself, only a zither."
"Um..." Wei Ran scratched his head. Could it be that he has to learn this thing by himself?
As if seeing Wei Ran's difficulty, Sui Xin turned her wheelchair and moved to the bookshelf, pointed to the top row and said, "There are basic introductory textbooks there. If you really want to learn, you can take it and read it. Besides, I
I can also teach you some simple basic common sense.”
"I'm sorry to bother you," Wei Ran quickly thanked him, and under the other party's guidance, he took down several books from the bookshelf one by one.
For most of the next day, Wei Ran learned some simple fingering techniques under the watchful eyes of a group of maozi. Although it was far from being able to play a complete set of tunes with these alone, at least the sound of plucking the strings was extraordinarily loud every time.
Nice to hear.
Seeing that the snow outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, and the sky was getting darker and darker, Wei Ran insisted on leaving a wad of rubles as tuition fee. Only then did Sui Xin, his father and the group of lingering idiots
As I watched him off, he drove back to the studio with the piano case in his arms.
"I forgot to ask how much this piano is worth." After Wei Ran closed the rolling shutter door, he later realized that he had forgotten the most important thing.
After thinking about it, Wei Ran gently carried Gu Qin to the long table and let it go. Then he took out his cell phone and opened Culp.
After the call was connected, Culp on the other end asked in a calm tone, "Is something wrong?"
"Teacher Culp, I would like to ask where you bought the guqin from?" Wei Ran asked politely. He did not waste this afternoon, at least until the two times when the guqin was supposed to be a bed instead of a stand.
"Rennes, France, is an underground auction house that specializes in trading stolen art." Culp explained in a calm tone and then asked, "What's wrong? There's something wrong with that piece of Chinese wood?"
"It's not a big problem," Wei Ran asked, "What's the deal with stealing art?"
"They are just some thieves who specialize in stealing antiques," Culp explained nonchalantly. "The wooden board was said to have been stolen from England, but I don't know the details. I bought it because I thought it was cheap.
"
"I understand, Mr. Culp, thank you for helping me buy the piano." Wei Ran said politely before hanging up the phone.
"Youquan, that's a good name." Wei Ran murmured to himself and gently plucked the strings. The melodious and melodious sound of the piano filled the studio and did not dissipate for a long time.
