Chapter 148 The mountain does not come, I go to the mountain
The last note falls, and a complete and beautiful melody comes to an end.
Bang bang, he clapped his hands twice casually, "Not bad, not bad, the playing is very good, the fingering is in place, full of emotion, it is a standard and excellent work."
"but?"
"There are not so many, but I do play it very well. Not to mention using it to fool your fans, even academic experts can't find any big faults. But..."
"Haha, is it interesting for you to play these low-level text conversion games?"
"Are you still listening? Do you understand that respecting teachers and respecting moral principles? A shelved person like you has been banned for a long time... Where did I just say? Oh, but... even a cheap guitar can play beautifully.
sound. No matter what instrument is used, the important thing is to play yourself
Personalized voice... This is not what I said. I forgot who said it. Your problem or your bottleneck is here. I came from a major and have gone through a lot of practice. I have nothing to teach you in terms of fingerstyle skills.
Well, even if I teach you, it will be difficult to correct it."
"So my tuition is free?" On the balcony, the star who came full of expectations widened his eyes.
The old god of the Tang Dynasty is here: "Don't worry, I don't have any skills, but I still have some talk. I'm the king in this aspect."
This is not perfunctory. Chu Fengya is not Yin Zhuxian. Although they are both celebrities who please fans, the latter is an idol and an Idol, while the former is a serious rock singer. The audience and market are different, and the requirements are also different.
.So compared to Yin Zhuxian’s mediocre guitar skills, Chu Fengya really understands guitar and is a real professional guitarist.
Since he is a professional, it is not so easy to deceive... Ahem, of course, Tang Chao did not intend to deceive him. Not to mention that he had already received the money, but now the relationship between Chu Fengya and their brother and sister, he
It doesn't taste good and looks too ugly.
"Where to start? Well, let's ask a question first. Since you play guitar, you must have a favorite guitarist. What do you think is the gap between you and them?"
Chu Fengya shrugged and said with a hint of self-deprecation: "They are all masters. I can only be considered a professional player."
"That's it?"
After pondering for a while, Chu Fengya slowly said: "Taste, personality, style... The same guitar, the same music score, I can play it dryly, but they play it very well and very attractive. I want to listen to it."
…”
Tang Chao clapped his hands and smiled: "Let's get to the point. You still have some understanding. Do you want to be like them?"
Chu Fengya rolled her eyes and looked like you were talking nonsense: "Of course I did."
"Sorry, no chance!"
"you……"
"Listen to me." Tang Chao waved his hand and interrupted, "Although I didn't ask for the name, the ones you like should be old antiques, right? Those from Europe and the United States? Ha, you know their personality, taste, style and so on.
Where did it come from? It’s not something you practice, it’s something you see, hear, and feel.
...The mark attached to them by the times! It may be a bit unbelievable to say this, but it is the fact. You know about that era, invasion, war, depression, national destruction and family destruction, displacement, etc. You have seen it too much and you can think about it.
If there are too many, I can’t help but bring out the strings at hand..."
He smacked his lips, took a sip of tea, looked at Chu Fengya who was frowning in thought, shook his head and said, "Suffering is the soil of art, and tragedy is the core of life. This is true."
This is the truth. After being silent for a while, Chu Fengya nodded slowly and said: "It makes some sense...but what should I do? In this era, well, I seem to have heard that Syria, Iraq and some Middle Eastern countries are in chaos recently.
Do you want me to go there to collect information?"
I'm afraid you've never died... Tang Chao grinned: "I said this to let you understand directly what is behind those smells, not to make you pretend to die. There are many ways, and the imprint of the times is just one of them.
1... Of course, what you said is right. This era is indeed an era where it is difficult for a master to emerge. Well, this is not very accurate. It should be said that it is an era where it is difficult for a master to emerge naturally, because
This road is basically blocked, but there are other ways to go..."
Hearing this, Chu Fengya straightened her sitting posture unconsciously, her eyes shining brightly.
Tang Chao was more casual. He crossed his legs, squinted his eyes to receive the warm light that shone slantingly, and said: "How should I put it, musical instruments or art, in the end, must fall on a carrier?"
Yes, this carrier can be of many kinds. The era background just mentioned is one of them. Although you can’t see it clearly and can’t touch it, it’s around you. It’s hard not to come into contact with it. The only difference is that someone noticed it and jumped away.
Come out and think, and finally have some insights. Some people sink into it and don't feel anything strange at all... But they are passive after all. If the mountain doesn't come, I will go to the mountain. Go out more often and find something that interests you to sink your mind into.
Study it, it can be anything tangible or intangible. When your guitar unconsciously brings out the characteristics of the object of study, such as the sound of mountains and rivers, the sound of rivers, or the love of life, the love and desire of men and women...you are the master."
Her voice was light, like she was talking in a dream, and her expression was mostly careless, as if she was speaking casually. But when it fell into Chu Fengya's ears, there was thunder in her mind, a tsunami condensed in her heart, and the waves were surging. Faintly, she seemed to be
In the midst of the thunder and tsunami, a golden door was glimpsed. There was no lock on the door, but it was indeed locked. There was only a slight crack in the door, and a faint light...
I don’t know how much time passed, but when he finally came to his senses, Tang Chao had already made another cup of tea and came back, subconsciously asking, "What about you? What is your guitar carrier?"
As soon as the words came out, Chu Fengya couldn't help but recall the scene at the Singapore concert. The handsome man in front of him put on a mask, grabbed a guitar, stood on the stage, and made the whole audience roar with every move, as if he was arrogant and domineering.
The devil came to the world and turned an ordinary concert into a cult preaching scene!
"Me..." He paused, and a playful smile appeared on Tang Chao's lips. Countless scenes flashed back in his mind, including mountains of corpses and seas of blood under the rain of bullets, leaning against the window in the middle of the night, and flashes of gunfire.
, lost souls, rushing left and right, as embarrassed as a dog... lowered his head and smiled, I am the person you mentioned who went to Syria, Iraq and other chaotic battlefields to collect information...
On the surface, he waved his hand casually and lay back on the hanging chair. Well, it was similar to the style in an apartment in South Korea. Someone came back and installed it himself after thinking it was good. He changed the topic and said, "You can't follow my way, so don't tell me."
, are you still practicing piano?"
"I won't practice today." Chu Fengya stood up, looking a little dazed, and smiled bitterly, "Listening to what you said, I almost don't know how to play the guitar... I have to find a place to be quiet and think hard by myself.
think."
Tang Chao nodded in understanding: "I'll give it to you. Well, don't think too much. This won't happen overnight. Sometimes when you calm down, you can feel some things that you usually ignore."
Chu Fengya nodded absentmindedly, not knowing whether she had listened or not, and put the guitar away and put it on her back.
When Tang Chao opened the door and raised his eyes, he couldn't help but be stunned. Where is the meeting?
There were seven or eight people standing at the elevator entrance in the corridor, leaning against the wall or squatting on the stairs. They were full of people. They were not reporter paparazzi. They looked more like the Young and Dangerous guys on the screen, that is, gangsters. Their coat color was a bit mixed.
.
They didn't come for Tang Chao, but gathered at the door of the new neighbor's house across the street. They all turned their heads when they heard the movement behind them. Fortunately, Chu Fengya had the habit of wearing sunglasses when going out, and Tang Chao was in the way.
From the front, it was not discovered for a while.
In the crowd, Tang Chao and the new neighbor, the young woman, looked at each other and nodded. The latter nodded in greeting, looking a little apologetic. Then Tang Chao stepped forward and pressed the elevator button to send Chu Fengya downstairs.
There is no need to be so polite, and neither party feels the need to send it off. However, although the people at the door did not move and looked like they were getting acquainted with the young woman, but just in case, the identity of Chu Fengya who came to the door as a guest was unknown.
It's a bit special, so it doesn't hurt to give it away.
In the elevator, Chu Fengya frowned slightly: "How did those people...enter the community?"
Tang Chao spread his hands: "Don't ask me, you know, I resigned a long time ago." Tang Chao actually knows something about the new property security company. It is necessary to know the surrounding environment at the base camp. It is a company that is working hard to make the company better.
black to white
The gang industry is a very normal operation. This era is no longer the age of fighting the world with fists. It is also in China. The bravery and ruthlessness will eventually end and return to the right path, or at least move to the gray area.
Making money is the way out.
After seeing Chu Fengya off, he went upstairs. When the elevator door opened, he happened to hear the slamming of the door closing. Well, it seemed that the conversation was not going well. Thinking of this, Tang Chao ignored him and was about to open the door and enter the house.
"Friend, wait a moment."
Turning sideways, a young man in a suit who was quite refreshing came over. He seemed to be the leader of the group. He had a good attitude. He handed over his business card and said with a smile: "Hello, excuse me. My surname is Zhuang. Do you live here?"
Are the residents here correct?”
Tang Chao glanced at the business card. The manager of the Credit Asset Preservation Company, Zhuang Feng, did not take it, but nodded.
"It's like this. My sister is your neighbor. You should know each other..." He looked at Tang Chao and shook his head, "Oh, that's right. She just moved here not long ago. This is my business card. It's a bit presumptuous and rude... I
My sister had some conflicts with her family, so she lived alone, but
After all, she is a girl, and I don’t have much confidence in her safety, so I would like to ask a friend for a favor. If you find any unexpected situation one day, for example, a stranger comes here to inquire, please give me a call to let me know.
?I will be very grateful afterwards, thank you!"
He took the business card and said, "Oh, that's okay. Neighbors should be concerned about it."
"Thank you. I won't bother you. Goodbye." He nodded politely, and then the young man named Zhuang Feng led a group of people downstairs.
After closing the door, Tang Chao flicked his business card into the box next to the TV. It seemed that his new neighbor had some background, not like a canary, but more like the daughter of a big boss... He couldn't stand the family's style, so he moved out.
To draw a line between them? Hey, he looks a bit like a street artist in South Korea. If we have the opportunity to introduce them to each other, maybe they are a match made in heaven...
All these boring thoughts were running through my mind, but I actually didn’t care anymore. I stretched out, picked up my phone, changed my clothes, and went out again. What else could I do if I had spent thousands of class hours just talking about it?
Lunch, don’t go out and treat yourself to a good meal!