Yu Man opened her mouth in surprise, and as those notes crackled into her ears, she felt a little numb on her scalp.
She started learning piano when she was five years old, and has been playing it for eighteen years this year. Since she only studies piano and has outstanding talent in this area, she actually looks down on folk music in her heart. In fact, she is not the only one who
, most of her peers have this mentality to a greater or lesser extent.
Folk music is not elegant or noble at all.
This kind of thinking also exists in the subconscious mind of the public.
For example, a piano is often placed in the lobby of a five-star hotel or a high-end restaurant. Occasionally, someone will play a piece of music, and people will think it is very elegant.
But if it were replaced by Erhu, people would definitely think that this is a fake five-star hotel, or that the owner of this restaurant is crazy.
This is the subconscious thinking of the public.
However, at this moment, Yu Man felt an unprecedented power from Hu Shuo's performance, a power that folk music had never given her before.
She looked at Hu Shuo and suddenly felt that this man was shining. For artistic girls like Yu Man, the men who attracted them most were undoubtedly "talented" men.
Talent is a very important thing. When it shines out, it will cover up all the shortcomings of this person, allowing you to only see his shining side, and then gradually become addicted to him.
A terrible thought suddenly flashed through Yu Man's mind, which made her tremble with fear, but she managed to calm down her mind.
She turned her head and looked at the teacher beside her, Huang Yurong. At this moment, the latter was in a completely dull state, staring straight at Hu Shuo, with uncontrollable shock on his face.
finally.
Hu Shuo's "Horse Racing" has finished playing, and with the two explosions at the end, the music slowly falls...
The scene was silent for two seconds, and then burst into warm applause, mixed with a few cheers.
Hu Shuo accepted the erhu and gave it back to Hao Datong: "Professor Hao, your erhu."
"ah?"
Hao Datong was still immersed in the melody just now. It was not until he heard someone calling him that he came back to his senses. He looked at Hu Shuo with unprecedented fanaticism in his eyes.
The look was like an old bachelor suddenly bumping into a pretty widow, which made Hu Shuo feel uncomfortable all over.
"I said my son-in-law is a musical genius. What's wrong, do you believe me this time?"
At this time, Huang Yurong opened her mouth, with a look of pride on her face.
"I believe it, I believe it!"
Hao Datong nodded repeatedly, with a smile on his face, and then looked at Hu Shuo and asked: "Xiao Hu, where did you learn this song?"
It was naturally the first time for Hao Datong to hear the song "Horse Racing", but such an awesome song must have been composed by a master of folk music. Therefore, he wanted to find out more about it so that he could pay a visit in person.
However, at this time, Hu Shuo smiled softly, without blushing, and said without guilt: "It's not like I learned it, I just played with it when I was free and bored."
"You mean, this song is your original work?" Hao Datong's eyes widened, and three big words were written on his face: Impossible!
"That's right, but I'm just teasing you." Hu Shuo put on a calm expression, as if he was talking about something as big as a sesame seed.
When he heard this, Hao Datong suddenly slapped his thigh: "Great!"
"I bought this song!"
"Not for sale!"
Hu Shuo rolled his eyes and refused directly. Before he showed "Horse Racing", Hao Datong had a look of disgust and disdain for him.
At this moment, Hu Shuo was still holding his breath, so of course he would not agree.
"ah?"
Hao Datong didn't seem to expect that Hu Shuo would refuse so decisively, and couldn't help but be startled.
However, the old man Hao Datong was also smart, and he quickly turned to Huang Yurong for help: "Old Huang, can you tell your son-in-law for me?"
"Now that you think of me, where did that arrogance go?" Huang Yurong snorted with an arrogant look on her face.
She had seen Hao Datong's attitude towards Hu Shuo just now. At this time, of course she had to stand on her own side. Of course, Huang Yurong also ran against Hao Datong because she was familiar with him.
Seeing this, Hao Datong frowned regretfully: "I never knew that such a young guy could not only play the erhu, but also compose such good music!"
"Haha, I didn't expect you, Old Hao, to be here today!"
At this time, an old man about the same age as Hao Datong walked out from the crowd of onlookers.
"none of your business!"
Seeing this old man, Hao Datong immediately scolded him back.
"Who says it's none of my business? I also want to buy this young man's song!" After saying that, the old man smiled softly at Hu Shuo: "Young man, how about selling me the song you just played?"
"Xiao Shuo, this is Professor Tong, also from the Department of Folk Music." Huang Yurong introduced in a low voice.
Professor Tong's name is Tong Xianghui. He and Hao Datong are the only two professors in the Department of Folk Music. The relationship between the two is a bit subtle. They are friends, but they are secretly competing with each other.
It has been more than twenty years, so people who are familiar with them are no longer surprised by the current scene.
"Tong Xianghui, given your age, don't you understand that you are on a first-come, first-served basis?"
Before Hu Shuo could say anything, Hao Datong attacked him.
"What's the use of coming first? The young man said he won't sell you any more!" Tong Xianghui said with some gloating.
"We are just bargaining. If we really don't reach an agreement in the end, it's none of your business!" Hao Datong rolled his eyes.
"Look at you being so domineering, as if this song belongs to you!" Tong Xianghui snorted disapprovingly and asked Hu Shuo again: "Young man, if you plan to sell this song, I will definitely give you a satisfactory price.
"
"Professor Tong, to be honest, I just played this piece for fun. I never thought about whether to sell it or not." After saying that, Hu Shuo looked at Huang Yurong again and said with a smile: "Mom, how about you?
Just deal with it, after all, you are an expert and you are more familiar with the situation."
Hu Shuo once again put on a posture that it was all up to his mother to make the decision. This was another shame for Huang Yurong. After all, this was the "divine song" that two professors from the folk music department were competing for, and now Hu Shuo directly transferred the song
The control rights were given to Huang Yurong.
In other words, if Hao Datong and Tong Xianghui wanted this piece of music, they would have to go to Huang Yurong. The three of them were originally professors at Jiangcheng Conservatory of Music, so they should be on equal footing, but in this way Huang Yurong became invisible.
A little taller than the two of them.
"Xiao Shuo, this is your work, I don't think so," Huang Yurong declined.
"What's wrong? My works are my mother's works. Besides, you know more than me. Only in your hands can the work be put to its fullest use." Hu Shuo chuckled and continued today's talk.
mission.
Naturally, Huang Yurong was very impressed by these words, and a smile appeared on her face immediately: "Okay, then Mom will be the master of this for you."