After spending two free days at his grandma's house, Wei Ran drove home with Suisui, picked up Guqin Youquan, and went straight to the high-speed rail station, where he boarded the train bound for the capital, preparing to attend the ceremony for Chen Guangling's son.
Chen Luoxiang’s practice banquet.
Because the incident happened suddenly, Wei Ran really didn't have any decent gifts to give, so he simply sealed 80,000 yuan in cash and put it in a gift box and sent it over.
This amount is exactly the amount given as a thank-you gift by Chen Luoxiang's master's friend when he failed to buy the guqin and took away the subtracted notation in the guqin. Now he is taking advantage of Chen Luoxiang's opportunity to study the art and send it back.
, it can be regarded as giving up a part of the involvement.
As for the Guqin Youquan who was brought to the banquet, it was natural that he once again responded to Chen Guangling's request and brought him there to give his friends a hand-smoothing experience.
Accompanying Chen Guangling's family and many of their friends, they had a lively meal in a small courtyard in the suburbs. At Wei Ran's signal, Suisui moved the Guqin Youquan out and placed it on the stone bed under the walnut tree.
On the table, Chen Guangling and his son and their friends lined up to play a few songs on the guqin bed to entertain them.
"Brother, please play a song too."
Chen Luoxiang, who had had a few glasses of wine, seemed much more cheerful. He encouraged Wei Ran and said, "Since the first time we met, I've heard you play a piece of Xianweng Cao."
"Well...I'll forget it." Wei Ran waved his hands quickly, really not wanting to be in the limelight.
"Young man, just try it."
One of Chen Guangling's friends took the initiative to touch Wei Ran with a glass of wine, half joking and half encouraging, "By the way, let us see how the apprentice taught by Old Chen is doing."
"Then let me give it a try. I don't play well, so don't laugh at me."
Wei Ran, who was slightly tipsy, picked up the wine glass, drank the remaining half of the white wine in one gulp, and then walked towards the stone table with the guqin on it.
Wei Ran is not a person who likes to show off, but this time he came as Chen Guangling's half-disciple, so even if the fat man who drank with him just made a drunken joke, he would still have to
Think about Chen Guangling's face.
"Are you okay?" Suisui came up and asked in a low voice.
"Just pull it a few times and it will make some noise," Wei Ran said, sitting calmly on the stone bench.
"Why are you competing with a fat old man who's drunk?"
Suisui rolled her eyes and secretly thought about how to help Wei Ran regain face later.
"Am I causing trouble for my senior brother?" Chen Luoxiang asked awkwardly as he approached his father.
Chen Guangling glanced at his son and said, "If you drink and get into trouble, you should be taught a lesson. Your senior brother is a guqin collector, but he is not a guqin player. Luo Xiang, you have really caused trouble for your senior brother."
Chen Luoxiang grinned after hearing this, with more and more guilt on his face.
Wei Ran, on the other hand, looked indifferent. After picking up a towel and wiping his hands haphazardly, he calmly and gently plucked the silk string that Chen Guangling had just put on before the banquet began.
Amidst the trembling of the strings, the drunken and free-spirited ancient music began to echo repeatedly in the small courtyard filled with smoke and smoke.
At the same time, expressions of surprise and surprise appeared on the faces of Chen Guangling, his son, and Suisui.
"It's "Drunken Mania""
A young man about the same age as Chen Luoxiang said in surprise, "How can you learn this song from me..."
"Shut up!"
Next to this young man, a middle-aged man about the same age as Chen Guangling nudged his son on the back of his head angrily.
Among the people present, except for Suisui who completely regarded playing the piano as a hobby, I am afraid that even Chen Guangling's wife could recognize what this piece of music was and could hear something slightly different.
However, because these people have different levels of piano skills, their understandings are diverse. However, the surprise on the faces of these people became more and more consistent, and in addition to the floating music of the piano, the courtyard became quieter and quieter.
Almost as soon as the last wisp of the piano sound dissipated, the fat old man who had just encouraged Wei Ran to play the piano said with emotion, "Guangling, you have gained a good apprentice."
"How am I qualified to be Weiran's master?"
Chen Guangling was as humble as ever, "Not to mention that I have never taught him this piece of music called Drunkard. Even if I were to play it, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to achieve the artistic conception."
Chen Guangling personally poured a glass of wine and served it to Wei Ran, but he did not rush to answer Suisui's question. Instead, he looked at his friends and said, "Wei Ran is a drunkard. I think he played it for himself."
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"What do you mean?" Suisui asked blankly, "Are you not playing well?"
"If this is not good, we people can play cotton in the future."
The fat old man took over the conversation while holding the wine glass, and said with the same meaning, "Before, I kept saying that the guqin pleased oneself, and I thought it was bullshit. Now I really believe it. It's just like what Lao Chen said.
This young man played this song to himself."
"What do you mean?" Suisui, who was becoming more and more confused, simply looked at Wei Ran who had already taken the wine glass.
"How would I know"
Wei Ran clinked glasses with Chen Guangling and the fat old man, and after drinking the whole drink, he said, "I learned this piece by myself, but I never thought that one day I would have the opportunity to play it to so many people.
I guess that’s what it means.”
Chen Guangling and the fat old man looked at each other, smiled at each other, and said nothing more in a tacit understanding. However, the young man who had been slapped by his father before couldn't help but asked, "Brother Wei, your song
Where did you learn it and how did you learn it from me..."
"Snapped!"
Before the young man could finish his words, his father hit him on the back of the head again, even harder than the previous blow.
After the young man covered the back of his head and closed his mouth with an aggrieved expression, the middle-aged man laughed and said, "Today is not in vain, Lao Chen, I can see that you are deliberately showing off."
, just show off that your son has become a disciple of Mr. Liu, you still have to show off that you have a good apprentice, and you, a good apprentice, also have a good piano that makes everyone jealous, right?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Lao Zhou is right, today is indeed not in vain."
The fat old man agreed and picked up the wine bottle at the same time, "Old Chen, come on, it's the old rules for you guys."
"Yes, I punish myself, I punish myself!" Chen Guangling happily took the bottle, picked up the cup and drank three glasses in a row.
"What riddle are these people playing?" Suisui asked Weiran curiously.
"It's just an excuse for an old man who is a strict wife to drink more wine at a party. Doesn't your dad often do this?" Wei Ran explained casually with a playful smile.
"That's right." Suisui nodded in agreement, and turned her curiosity to when Wei Ran learned to play the piano, and how many songs he had learned.
After easily fooling Suisui, Wei Ran, who was sitting at the wine table again, also found that Chen Guangling's friends were also very enthusiastic about him, but they never mentioned Qin-related topics again, so he connected.
The banquet seemed to be just an ordinary "admission banquet" held by a group of middle-aged old friends for the children of good friends.
It seems that the metal book taught me unusual piano music...
Wei Ran had roughly guessed something. What Chen Guangling and the fat old man just said
"Playing it for yourself" is nothing more than a reminder to those friends around you not to play that piece of music.
Otherwise, the young man who looked about the same age as Chen Luoxiang would not have made such a big noise when the back of his head collided with his father's slap.
Of course, guesses are guesses. Since Chen Guangling reminded his friend in such a subtle way, there was no need for him to ask his doubts at the wine table.
The lively meal lasted until around nine o'clock in the evening. Everyone who was full of wine and food also took several cars and rushed to a nearby hotel under the arrangement of Chen Guangling's wife. After all, although the environment of this small courtyard is
Yes, but there are only three main rooms in total and only one bedroom. There is simply no room for so many men, women, and children.
After sending everyone to the same hotel, Wei Ran, who deliberately stayed at the end, took advantage of Suisui to check in with her ID card and found Chen who was sitting on the sofa in the hotel lobby, seemingly waiting for him.
Guangling.
"It seems you have something to ask?" Chen Guangling asked with a smile.
Wei Ran spread his hands but said nothing. Since the other party was waiting here, he would naturally tell him something.
"Wei Ran, whether it's your piano skills or your state of mind, you far exceed my expectations. Even if I talk about the drunken music, I'm afraid I can't compare to you."
Chen Guangling handed Wei a cigarette to burn, then took one in his mouth, and took the initiative to explain as he walked towards the door of the hotel, "But what really surprised everyone was the song "Drunkard" you played.
"has a problem?"
Wei Ran took out the kerosene lighter from the desert from his pocket, helped the other party light the cigarette in his mouth, and asked casually at the same time.
"No problem, but there is a problem just because there is no problem."
Chen Guangling said something Wei Ran couldn't understand, and then explained slowly, "It is said that "Jiu Kuang" was written by Ruan Ji, one of the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest during the Three Kingdoms period. I won't explain who Ruan Ji is, anyway, that's not the case.
important.
What’s important is that the Jiu Kuang music score we are playing now was compiled by the guqin player Mr. Yao Bingyan, based on the "Magic Secret Music Score" and with reference to the "Xilutang Qin Tradition"."
"So?" Wei Ran asked.
"To put it simply, during the Three Kingdoms era, no one knows what kind of drunkenness Ruan Ji played. In fact, those who played this piece of music in later generations were just doing reading comprehension."
Chen Guangling sighed, stared at the scarlet light of the cigarette butt and sighed, "There are countless luthiers trying to restore the original appearance of this piece, but the most successful one so far is Mr. Yao Bingyan."
Having said this, Chen Guangling put out the cigarette he had only taken a puff on, looked at Wei Ran and said, "Wei Ran, I don't know where you found the music score for the drunkard you played, but at least that's what I heard.
The one that has passed is most likely to be the most similar to the original score."
"Since no one knows what the original score looks like, how do you think what I play is most similar to the original score?"
Wei Ran also put out the cigarette he had only taken a puff of, and asked straight out the doubts in his heart. At the same time, he also murmured in his heart that the only time he heard someone else perform drunkenly live, it was just the legs and feet in Volgograd.
It's just the inconvenient girl Sui Xin.
But for Wei Ran, a musical idiot who sings the national anthem out of tune, he really can't tell the difference or even the difference between what he plays and what Sui Xin played at the time. Anyway, in his eyes, it's just "good to listen to"
"That's just an evaluation.
"This is the charm of Chinese traditional music, isn't it?"
Chen Guangling laughed loudly and patted Wei Ran on the shoulder, "Our Chinese music scores are not as precise or rigid as foreign staff scores.
To use an analogy that is easy for you to understand but not very accurate, our music score is similar to the "sesame oil, a little salt and a moderate amount" in Chinese recipes. At a certain level, what is considered a proper amount or a little depends on the chef's own understanding.
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This leads to difficulties in inheriting musical scores, but it also gives those ancient tunes unlimited possibilities. Pursue the tunes of the original musical scores, and innovate to give them your own understanding along the way."
"This is the first time I've heard this."
Chen Guangling smiled and said, "I remember classmate Suisui once said that you majored in history?"
"The war history of World War II," Wei Ran answered briefly.
"Other than knowing that those little devils who are so stubborn should be killed, I probably don't know much about World War II as you do, but I still know a little bit about the history of China."
Chen Guangling continued with a smile, "Just like our Chinese history, future generations pursue the historical truth hundreds and thousands of years ago, and learn from historical experience and lessons in the pursuit, and then write the history of this era. Guqin
Whether it’s guzheng or guzheng, the truth is actually the same, it’s both a very interesting thing, isn’t it?”
"Indeed, it is indeed a very interesting thing..."
Wei Ran rubbed the tattoo on the tiger's mouth, and vaguely understood the true meaning of the existence of the metal book.
