"Xiaomei, you are trying to unveil the bell on No. 7 on the upper floor." Gan Ye said.
Xiaomei is pretty, fair and good-looking, with a good figure. The key is that she has a good temperament for studying music.
Her real name was Zhou Mei, and she graduated from the Wuhan Conservatory of Music. She was two years older than me at the time. She was the granddaughter of an old friend of Uncle Qian, and she was also in love with Zeng Houyi's bells.
"Okay sir."
Xiaomei flipped up her long hair, took a deep breath, picked up the gavel, and struck the upper part of the No. 7 clock.
The sound of the bell was melodious and low, constantly echoing in the empty basement. The beautiful notes penetrated people's ears like a joy.
At that moment, as if in an instant, people were dragged back from the basement to a grand night banquet thousands of years ago.
The godfather closed his eyes and listened carefully, then opened his eyes and said, "I'm trying the second half."
Xiaomei took the small wooden hammer and moved it down a few inches, then struck again.
The tone and tone are very close.
But as soon as I heard it, I heard something different.
Maybe I do have a talent for learning music. As I said before, I can move my ears forward, backward, left, and right. When robbing tombs on a rainy day, you can try listening to thunder underground. There is a 50% chance of success. Boss once indeed said that I have the talent to rob tombs.
point.
I said, "No, sir, it sounds nice, but this sound doesn't work compared to the previous one."
Xiaomei was a little surprised: "Can you hear it? It's indeed half a note lower. Are you also studying vocal music?"
I shook my head and said that I'm not a music major, but I just heard it was a little bit different. Couldn't you just raise the pitch a little higher?
"not that simple."
The godfather took two steps forward, touched the No. 7 unveiling bell and said, "Xiao Mei and I have tried it many times. Even Master Xiang said we should stop adjusting it. If there is a slight mistake, the No. 7 unveiling bell will be scrapped."
The godfather spoke calmly, but I could hear the reluctance deep in his heart.
I was curious, so I asked you how to adjust the sound.
Xiaomei explained it twice and I understood it.
They will first take down the chime, lay it flat on the ground, use an electric grinding wheel to connect a cylindrical sandpaper, and polish the inside of the chime. As long as the polish is only half a centimeter thin, the tone will change in different levels.
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This polishing and tuning is a one-time use.
Once it went too far, there was no way to change it back. It was because of this that the godfather did not dare to adjust it. In the end, he could not achieve the perfect double tone of one bell.
I really wanted to say that I wanted to try it, but my godfather would definitely not agree, and he might kill me with a cannon punch, so I didn't dare to say anything.
"Okay, Xiaomei, let's stop here today," the godfather said, lifting up half the bag of rice: "You can keep it for now. I'll be leaving next Monday. Xiaomei, you can go back to Wuhan then. It's been a hard time.
Come, take me to say hello to your grandpa."
After locking the door and coming out, the godfather carried the rice to the third floor, and Xiaomei and I walked side by side.
It was around eleven o'clock in the evening, and Xiaomei suddenly smiled at me and said, "I've been auditioning all afternoon and haven't eaten any dinner. I'm hungry. Do you want a late-night snack? I know a place nearby that sells delicious food."
Late night snack, you are my godfather’s friend, I’ll treat you to it.”
