Within the palace orchestra, Fu Xue was one of the best at playing pipa, and he was personally taught by Mei Yantiao.
Mei Yantiao never gives advice easily. Unless he feels that the person has reached a certain level and is worthy of his training, he will give him guidance.
Therefore, Fu Xue is very confident in his pipa.
Of course, her confidence was quickly proven.
He really plays well and has a very high level of performance.
The details are handled very well and the expression is very strong.
Very few people can reach her heights.
Fu Xue indeed has her own merits in being able to make Mei Yantiao willingly guide her.
In this matter, she also has the capital to be proud and arrogant.
Fu Xue sat on the bench, and the sonorous and powerful music spread out around her, making her whole body shine as she sat there.
More and more people gathered around, and even Mei Yantiao, who had been talking to people in the distance, came over and stood on the outside, looking at Fu Xue from the gaps in the crowd.
The person next to him said: "Master Mei, this student from the music studio has a bright future."
Mei Yantiao raised the corners of her mouth and smiled politely.
"Master Mei plays so well that he can actually take on another apprentice."
Mei Yantong looked at Fu Xue with a dull look in her eyes: "It's okay."
"Of course it's better than Master Mei."
Mei Yantong smiled and shook his head: "It's not bad compared to my apprentice."
The people next to me didn't speak any more.
He has never met Mei Yantiao's apprentice, so he doesn't know what level he is, but he has only heard about it a little bit.
The girl in front of me was already very good, but she was just okay.
Then what is the level of her apprentice?
The sound of the pipa stopped, and there was warm applause and unstinting praise.
Mei Yantong also withdrew his gaze and didn't care much about what would happen next. He and the people around him walked back and continued the topic.
Fu Xue stood up holding the lute in her arms, bowed slightly to the people around her, and then looked at Tang Zhixi.
The pride and victory in her eyes were undisguised, as if Tang Zhixi had been trampled under her feet. She didn't even hide it in her tone: "It's your turn."
Since Fu Xue finished recording the last show, she has never breathed as easily as she does now.
No matter how good Tang Zhixi is, he is still not as good as her.
Chu Qingge looked at the joy of victory and twisted happiness in her eyes, and then looked around.
She saw a girl holding a pipa and just took a step towards her, intending to borrow her pipa. Chu Qingyan suddenly squeezed in from the crowd.
She held the pipa bucket in her arms like a baby and looked at Chu Qingge with bright eyes.
Chu Qingge looked at Chu Qingyan standing in front of her.
Panting slightly, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, but he was very excited.
Chu Qingge looked at her sparkling eyes. For a moment, she felt that everything around her was blurred. The entire venue had regressed in time and changed.
She is ten years old and Chu Qingyan is six years old.
Every time she plays the piano, Chu Qingyan will be by her side to accompany her.
When she finished playing a piece of music, Chu Qingyan would put her chin in her hands, look at her with bright eyes, and then say, "Sister plays the best."
Chu Qingyan also learned pipa for a while, but she always felt that Chu Qingyan didn't like pipa, but because her sister was playing pipa.
Chu Qingge's identity was not disclosed to the public, so Chu Qingyan did not call her sister, but directly handed her the pipa bucket.
Chu Qingge came back to her senses, raised her hand and rubbed the top of Chu Qingyan's hair, then let Chu Qingyan open the pipa barrel and took out the pipa from inside.
It was the pipa she often used in the palace orchestra when she was a child.
It is well preserved and taken with great care.
Chu Qingge's hand couldn't help but touch the strings.
If this circle can be compared to a world of cultivation, then this pipa is the sword she has recognized as her master since she was a child.
This is her most comfortable pipa. Even if she hasn't used it for many, many years, it will always be her number one.
"Mrs. Ye, it's getting late." Fu Xue's voice suddenly sounded.
Chu Qingge didn't seem to hear anything, but Chu Qingyan turned her head and glared at her.
"I haven't played it in many years." Chu Qingge looked at Chu Qingyan and said, "Maybe it's not up to the level in your impression."
Chu Qingge didn't deliberately control the volume, so some people around her heard it.
Chu Qingyan subconsciously looked at her hand. She knew that her finger was injured. After a pause, she repeated what she said when she was a child: "You play the most beautiful music."
Chu Qingge raised the corners of her mouth slightly.
"Pick." Chu Qingyan handed her another box.
After putting on the pick, Chu Qingyan held the pipa bucket and stepped aside. Chu Qingge took the pipa and walked to the stool.
She picked up the stool with one hand, walked a few steps towards Ye Hanzhi, put it down, and then glanced at Ye Hanzhi.
When their eyes met, Ye Hanzhi raised his eyebrows. The look in his eyes was one of expectation for her.
Chu Qingge raised the corners of her mouth, looked away, and sat on the stool.
She held the pipa and tried the sound test, then tuned it.
It hasn't been used in many years, and someone should have rubbed it regularly, so the pitch is off.
Fu Xue stood aside with the corner of her mouth raised, waiting to watch the show.
After adjusting the tune, Chu Qingge briefly moved her fingers.
Then he hugged the pipa, pressed the strings with his left hand, and moved his right hand. The must-have tune from the Palace Band once again flooded into everyone's ears.
It was just a piano piece, now it's a pipa piece.
Chu Qingge's fingers were very beautiful, slender and white, like priceless white jade.
She was holding the pipa, and the fingerings on her right hand were constantly changing, so fast that you could see the afterimage.
But every sound is very accurate and every transition is smooth.
The song was already radical at the beginning and required a strong momentum. But Chu Qingge used this foundation to create a higher momentum.
She did not show any exaggeration, she always held the pipa calmly and sat on the stool elegantly. Occasionally she would look down at the pipa, but most of the time she would lower her eyes and feel the music.
There is a huge contrast between the calmness of the person and the passion of the music.
But this sense of contrast also gives people a feeling of being in control of everything.
No matter how everything changes, whether it is a slow flow or an angry and radical situation, it is always under human control.
That's why people can be calm, detached and calm.
It is difficult to achieve this state, whether as a person or playing the piano. But there are always people who will achieve it.
Fu Xue's proud look changed when Chu Qingge played the first note, and then changed even more.
She looked at the person in front of her in disbelief, her head turning white. The more she thought about the starting point, the less she could remember it.
She gradually didn't even know why she was standing here.
When I wanted to leave, my legs felt like they were filled with lead and I couldn't move.
And equally shocked was Mei Yantiao, who was chatting outside the crowd.