As soon as the idea came up, Yun Yiheng gave it up immediately.
Although he recognized the cousin and aunt, it did not mean that he recognized Anonymous.
No matter what the reason, Qingdai was suppressed by Anonymous and left the circle, he would help Qingdai fight against the injustice.
Yun Yiheng took a deep breath, lowered his head and continued to read the music score.
After just looking at it for a while, his phone rang. He glanced at it irritably. When he saw the content on it, he cursed "fuck" and rushed out immediately.
Shen Ruojing had just left the room and was about to go downstairs to find Chu Tianye and Chu Yu. The two little guys were playing with Mrs. Chu downstairs. Unexpectedly, they bumped into Yun Yiheng head-on, almost knocking her into her arms.
She raised her eyebrows and turned sideways.
Yun Yiheng stood still and looked at her. The young man's eyes were dark and bloodshot because he stayed up late. He seemed to be very excited, but he still suppressed his anger and asked: "Do you also feel that, Folk music has become increasingly inferior to orchestral music nowadays?!"
Shen Ruojing:?
Just as she was about to say something, Yun Yiheng chuckled again, "Of course you think so, Anonymous is an orchestral master..."
After he said this, he rushed out without giving Shen Ruojing time to speak.
Shen Ruojing: "..."
She opened her mouth, looked at Yun Yiheng's back, and narrowed her eyes slightly.
She wasn't going to meddle in other people's business, so she slowly went downstairs and sat on the sofa, drinking tea and watching Mrs. Chu play with her two children.
The mist of tea rose, and life was comfortable. After taking two sips of tea, she suddenly sighed silently, put the teacup on the table, and then said to Mrs. Chu: "I'm going out for a while."
Jincheng Conservatory of Music.
Yun Yiheng drove the car and rushed directly into the school parking lot.
As soon as the car stopped, he jumped out of the car and rushed upstairs.
As soon as I arrived at their music group, I saw the rest of the band carrying their instruments downstairs.
Yun Yiheng stopped them immediately: "Where are you going?"
There are five people in his band.
The remaining four people were three men and one woman. One of the fat boys said with a complicated expression: "Yun Yiheng, we gave up."
Yun Yiheng shouted angrily: "We have been forming a band for so long, and we all cooperate with each other tacitly, why should we give up?!"
"Because our band can never get the core position and core schedule!" The band members were obviously anxious and told the truth directly: "We learn musical instruments and want to have a chance to stand out, but this folk music cannot attract the audience at all now. They love it! In school, we never got the opportunity to perform in the past!”
Xiaopang sighed: "Do you know who will come to this music festival competition? The old man of the Shen family in Kyoto! He loves music very much, and any band he likes will have the opportunity to perform at the Vienna Golden Concert Hall!"
The Vienna Golden Concert Hall is the top concert hall in the country.
Those who can perform here are all famous international music masters.
And being able to play a piece there is a lifelong pursuit for these music school students!
Since ancient times, few fresh graduates have been invited to perform, but this time the old man of the Shen family is here!
Everyone worked hard to catch Mr. Shen's eye.
Yun Yiheng said: "I know what everyone is thinking. We have to believe that our band can also take first place!"
"Winning first place? What did you rely on? Did you rely on "Mei Hua Han" which you haven't developed yet?!"
"Yun Yiheng, it's hard for us to get started in folk music. Nowadays, everyone's bands are mixed. The West and the East can be completely integrated. Our school only has a pure folk music band like you! Can you stop being so stubborn!"
Yun Yiheng asked back: "Yes, most of the orchestras in our school are a fusion of orchestral music and folk music, which is euphemistically called a combination of Chinese and Western music. But let me ask you, have you ever seen any orchestra whose chief conductor is a folk musician? Is it true that our folk music
Are you destined to only be a green leaf for others? In my orchestra, at least I can guarantee that our folk music is the lead! We are a red flower, and we don’t have to foil others!"
Nowadays, most of the orchestras in conservatories have pianists or violinists taking turns to be the concertmaster. Even if there are occasional folk instruments included, they are just dubbing and supporting.
Yun Yiheng really likes the guqin and wants to make pure oriental classical music.
His words made Xiaopang and others fall silent.
Just when Yun Yiheng was about to continue persuading them earnestly, the only girl in the band spoke up: "Yun Yiheng, let's tell you the truth. It was Wen Yuyi who sent us an invitation to join her band.
You also know that her violin is very famous in the school and she is also a popular candidate for this championship. She is willing to give us the opportunity and take us to the Golden Hall together. We are not willing to give up this opportunity."
Xiaopang said earnestly: "Brother Yun, we are different from you. You have fun learning the guqin, but we want to pursue a future. We all understand that if we go to Wen Yuyi's band, we will just do Green Leaf, but if
Being able to really go to the Golden Hall will be the most glorious thing on our resume, which will be very helpful for us in the future, whether we are taking the postgraduate entrance examination or finding a job after graduation."
"sorry."
Everyone knows that quitting the band temporarily like this is disrespectful to Yun Yiheng, but they all chose a future.
Everyone bowed to him, hugged their instruments and left.
Xiaopang is the last one.
He stood there, staring at Yun Yiheng, and suddenly asked: "Brother Yun, do you really think folk music still has a future?"
Yun Yiheng said categorically: "Yes! Little Fatty, believe me, "Plum Blossom Cold" will definitely subvert your understanding of folk music!"
But Xiaopang smiled bitterly: "But, where is the complete score of "Plum Blossom Cold"?"
Yun Yiheng choked.
Xiaopang patted his shoulder and walked past him with his head lowered.
Yun Yiheng stretched out his hand, trying to catch him, but his fingers stopped in mid-air a second before they touched him.
Xiaopang didn't stop.
After the four people left the room, Yun Yiheng's eyes were red. He slowly grasped the air with his open palms, but only held some air.
The empty room was usually filled with the chatter and laughter of Xiaopang and others.
Everyone is laughing and yelling, all here.
The school does not support pure folk music orchestras because everyone knows they have no future. Yun Yiheng took advantage of the Yun family's power to apply for this room.
But now, the excitement has dissipated, leaving only one person...
Yun Yiheng lowered his head and slumped his shoulders.
Does their folk music really have no future? China’s guqin, which has been passed down for thousands of years, will eventually lose to Western instruments?
At this time, a burst of footsteps suddenly came from the silent environment.
