Guqin music scores, especially this kind of residual score, are all recorded in ancient ways, and the writing is obscure and difficult to understand. Even if it is written, many people who play guqin cannot understand it.
Now, on that piece of paper, I wrote a long paragraph using the recording method of simplified musical notation.
He took it over and looked at it, only to realize that Shen Ruojing had swapped the two pieces of Guqin music that looked wrong.
At that moment, Yun Yiheng suddenly understood something!
The connection between the two guqin scores was so worn that he couldn't see clearly, so he kept repairing it, but no matter how he changed it, he always felt very strange. It turned out that the wrong pages were stapled to the front and back of the guqin scores!
Now with this change, the entire score is complete.
This musical score is a lost civilization of China. It was returned to the country by well-wishers many years ago and placed in a museum. Even if there are errors in the bound pages, it is normal.
He has gotten into trouble on his own!
He immediately took out his guqin, placed it on the table, and started playing it tentatively.
"Plum Blossom Cold" is worthy of being a remnant of an ancient piece. He could feel the charm of this piece even as he plucked the strings at will, and it would definitely shock the audience.
outside the door.
An hour later, Wen Yuyi brought people over again, ready to watch Yun Yiheng's jokes.
A large group of people arrived at Yun Yiheng's activity room.
As soon as I walked to the door, I heard the intermittent sound of Yun Yiheng's guqin coming from inside!
Everyone was slightly startled.
Someone shouted in surprise: "Have you repaired the music score?"
Yun Yiheng stopped what he was doing, turned his head and saw this group of people. He didn't do any ink, just raised his chin and said arrogantly: "I'm afraid I won't be able to give you the activity room for the time being."
Wen Yuyi narrowed her eyes: "Yun Yiheng, even if your score is successfully repaired, you are still alone now. You don't need an activity room to rehearse alone, so you should give it to us!"
Yun Yiheng sneered: "I am not alone."
After saying that, Yun Yiheng looked at Xiaopang and the other four people, with the joy of having just repaired the music score on his face, and shouted: "Xiaopang, the music score has been repaired, you can come back!"
There are still a few minutes left before submitting the registration list and the number of band members. He only needs to add people now to return to the previous state.
As soon as these words came out, everyone in Wen Yuyi's band looked at Xiaopang and the other four people.
Yun Yiheng stood up. The young man was tall and thin. He rushed to Xiaopang excitedly: "Let's stop inking and start practicing quickly from now on! There are still two days before the competition, and we have enough time to practice." Not much more…”
After he finished speaking, he extended his hand to Xiaopang.
This is their band habit.
Before and after each practice, everyone should clap their hands as an encouragement to their teammates.
He stretched out his hand to Xiaopang, but Xiaopang's hand never touched his...
Only then did Yun Yiheng notice something strange.
He looked at the four chubby ones, and saw that the four of them looked embarrassed and embarrassed at the moment, standing there silently without speaking.
Yun Yiheng was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood something: "You don't want to come back?"
The four of them looked at me, and I looked at you, and finally pushed Xiaopang and asked him to speak on behalf of the others. Xiaopang's eyes dodged, and he coughed: "Brother Yun, we are not coming back."
"Why? Although time is indeed a bit tight, the five of us work well together. Two days is enough to practice a piece. You don't have to worry about problems during the competition..."
Xiaopang finally couldn't help it anymore: "Brother Yun, can't we get together and have a good time together?"
Yun Yiheng suddenly clenched his fists: "Did Wen Yuyi threaten you? Or something else?"
Hearing this, Wen Yuyi suddenly laughed: "I never threaten others. The four of you can go back at any time. I won't force you. After all, there are still a few minutes before the deadline for registration. There is still time to modify the band list."
As soon as these words came out, Xiaopang's face froze, and he immediately smiled flatteringly at Wen Yuyi: "No, how could we regret it?"
Wen Yuyi said calmly: "Why don't you make it clear to classmate Yun Yiheng?"
Make it clear...
Xiaopang's eyes flashed, he understood what Wen Yuyi meant.
They already felt guilty for betraying Yun Yiheng, and now they would add insult to injury...
But he didn't dare not say it.
Xiaopang immediately looked at Yun Yiheng, and said with resentment in his voice: "You have to force me to explain clearly, Brother Yun, let me ask you, among the many music festivals in our school, which folk music festival has won the championship?
?If Mr. Shen doesn't come, we can play with you, make trouble with you, and be laughed at! But it's different now!"
Because of the arrival of Mr. Shen, this music festival has become more explosive and full of competition.
Many people want to join Wen Yuyi's band. After all, she has strong personal abilities and is well-known for her violin in school, and she was ranked first last year.
How virtuous and capable are these four little fat people that they can be favored by her?
It's not because she is fighting with Yun Yiheng!
Xiaopang saw clearly that although they betrayed Yun Yiheng, Wen Yuyi was willing to want them because of Yun Yiheng.
Yun Yiheng was stunned. It took him a long time to finally react. He said with a cold face: "So, in your eyes, this band I started is just for fun? Does that mean that even if I have repaired the music score, once
She waves to you, will you still betray me?"
Having said it all, Xiaopang knew that Wen Yuyi would not be satisfied if he didn't explain it clearly.
He said without any hesitation: "Yes! I have long been disillusioned with Lao Shizi's folk music! I myself feel that folk music is tacky and cannot be staged on a more elegant stage!"
"Also, do you really think that what the anonymous teacher said about admiration and respect is true? She is just comforting you! If she really admires folk music, why doesn't she study folk music? Instead, study symphony?
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"Brother Yun, do you really think that we started a band with you because we like folk music and believe that folk music has a future? No, you are wrong, it is because you are rich! The four of us are following you because you are rich!"
Yun Yiheng took a step back in disbelief.
He has been speaking out for folk music since he entered college. He knew that others did not understand him, but he always thought that at least his teammates understood him and supported him.
But at this moment, all his persistence seemed to have turned into a joke.
A chill enveloped his whole body.
Wen Yuyi saw his expression and was very satisfied with Xiaopang's stimulation.
She knew that being stabbed by an enemy didn't hurt, but being stabbed by a teammate would hurt both physically and mentally.
She smiled and said: "Yun Yiheng, since none of your teammates have returned to the team, can you leave? We are still waiting for training in the activity room!"
Xiaopang immediately followed: "Your family is so rich, you definitely don't care about this activity room. In this case, why can't you give it to us? You alone don't need such a big activity room. Brother Yun, wait for us
If you win first place, we will be grateful for your kindness."
Yun Yiheng looked at Xiaopang.
His eyes suddenly turned cold.
He took two steps back and his voice suddenly became very calm: "Do you think you can win first place?"
He has confidence in folk music, especially after watching the full version of "Plum Blossom Cold", he has never been more confident!
He believed that everyone who listened to this piece of music would believe in the goodness of folk music. Unfortunately, Xiaopang did not give him the opportunity to play it for them to listen to.
He couldn't wait to cling to the high branches and chose betrayal without mercy.
Yun Yiheng lowered his eyes: "I hope you won't regret it on the day of the competition."
He turned around, put his guqin into his bag, and left with his guqin on his back.
Xiaopang suddenly shouted ferociously: "Brother Yun, don't worry, we will never regret it! We will only be happy for today's choice!"
But Yun Yiheng didn't stop any longer.
The young man's back was thin, but the way he walked away gave people a feeling of indestructibility.
Wen Yuyi narrowed her eyes.
You obviously robbed his activity room and the people in his band, but for some reason, why did you suddenly feel uneasy in your heart?
Two days later, the music festival started as scheduled.