Chapter 547: No one will talk to me after you leave Nanjing
After dinner, everyone took a lunch break. This time, Huang Lei beat him to death and did not dare to let Fang Jing go out again. He kept guarding him in the mushroom house, even accompanying him when he went to the toilet.
Being idle and bored, Fang Jing came to the pavilion in the courtyard and asked a few students to bring out the diners to perform for everyone.
The most eye-catching thing is not Ye Qingyang’s dulcimer, but Fu Xiaotang’s guzheng, which gives a strong sense of ancient style wherever it is placed.
The most common one is Duan Qingxue's cello, which is not as rare as the dulcimer and not as universally accepted as the guzheng.
The cello comes from abroad, and many famous songs are also from abroad. Non-professional students have no idea what is being played, let alone understand its meaning.
Putting down the thermos cup in his hand, Fang Jing said loudly: "Everyone, the next person to appear is the number one guzheng player of our Lihai Music High School, Fu Xiaotang, nicknamed Master Qianzhi. Everyone welcomes him with applause!"
There were no outsiders, and there were only a dozen or so cameras, so there was sparse applause.
Fu Xiaotang's face turned red, not because she disliked the small number of people, but because Fang Jing's words were too exaggerated and he actually called her by her nickname. After the show was broadcast, millions of people watched it.
"Xiaotang, have one!" Fang Jing ate the red dates from the thermos cup and said vaguely.
"Then I will perform Senbonzakura for everyone. It will definitely not be as good as Teacher Fang, so just listen to it."
"Bah! Modesty! What a fool." Fang Jing turned to Huang Lei and He Ling and said, "Her guzheng is number one in the school, and she is also famous in the city. She is much better than me, who is half a bucket of water."
Huang Lei rolled his eyes, "Are you half a bucket of water? Is there such a half bucket of water as you?"
"I am really half-baked. I have learned a lot of things, but they are mixed but not refined. Few of them are useful. I feel ashamed. I am unworthy of being trained by my motherland."
Seeing that Fang Jing was showing off again, Huang Lei and He Ling ignored him. This guy was half a bucket full of water. What if he got another half bucket?
Fu Xiaotang tied his nails and started playing without saying start. His hand speed was very fast, even faster than Fang Jing's. This song "Senbonzakura" is not very difficult. The highlight is the hand speed. The key is hand speed.
Fang Jing has a shadowless finger, and so does Fu Xiaotang. Young people have quick reactions, and with more than ten years of childlike skills, their speed and accuracy are very high. They are really better than Fang Jing, who is half a bucket of water.
The fingers are like butterflies flying in the bush, and they don't stop for a moment. The hearts of everyone listening to it speed up with the rhythm.
It’s not that no one on the Internet has imitated Fang Jing, but those people all recorded the video, who knows how many times in private. Fu Xiaotang’s was a live broadcast, so there were no mistakes.
"Are you okay, Teacher Huang?" Fang Jing said to Huang Lei.
"Okay, but it's not what you taught me. Why are you proud?"
"This is my student!"
“I’ve been a kid since I was young!”
"This is my student."
"What do you think about teaching physical education? What does it have to do with you?"
"This is my student, and I teach career planning."
"You just demonstrated it once. It's all the efforts of others. How shameless are you?"
"This is my student." Seeing Fu Xiaotang finish playing, Fang Jing clapped his hands and said to Ye Qingyang and Duan Qingxue: "Come on, you two, join in a piece and open the eyes of Teacher Huang."
"Is this a kick-off?" He Ling chuckled, "Are you going to join us later?"
"Bah!" Fang Jing spit out another red date and leaned back on his chair and said, "It's necessary!"
As a versatile instrument in the musical instrument world, there is no pressure at all when combining the dulcimer with the cello. Duan Qingxue and Ye Qingyang have been working together for a long time.
This is Huang Lei's famous song many years ago.
The cello is sad, and the dulcimer is clear and melodious. Huang Lei was moved as soon as he started playing, crossing his legs and humming softly, as if he was that young boy again.
Fang Jing let his student take the limelight, but He Ling had no problem with it and just watched from the side. After finishing the song, he asked: "Is this the song in your movie?"
After coming here for so long, I finally get back to the main topic, the promotion of the movie.
Fang Jing shook his head, "This one is not, the one by Fu Xiaotang is. There are seventeen famous songs in the whole movie, some are foreign and some are domestic classics, such as A Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix, To Alice, and Castle in the Sky."
"In addition, I also added a few songs myself. In addition to Senbonzakura, there is also Quan Yutianxia, who is very fast. After you left Nanjing, there was no one to talk to me."
"What the hell?" He Ling was a little confused, "What's the title of the last song?"
"That's right!"
No one talked to me after you left Nanjing. This is the title of the song, cello solo, a real killer. It was one of Fang Jing’s favorite songs in his previous life. I copied it this time without changing the name.
"Cello at your service!" Fang Jing waved his hand, and Duan Qingxue obediently sent the violin up. His face was full of anticipation, and he could listen to Teacher Fang play this piece of music again.
She heard it once before on the set. She was amazed and fascinated. Unfortunately, she couldn't practice it without the score, and Fang Jing was no longer performing. As a result, she couldn't fall asleep for a long time when she got home. Sometimes she dreamed about this song at night.
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After straightening his body, Fang Jing put down the thermos cup, squinted his eyes slightly, picked up the violin and meditated, and did not move for a long time.
"Is this a card?" He Ling asked.
Fu Xiaotang snickered, "He probably forgot the song and was thinking about it."
"Nonsense, I was brewing feelings." Fang Jing's face turned red. He was really stuck just now and didn't remember to start. "Ahem! Start, be quiet."
A low, slightly sad sound came from the piano. The melody was simple, but it sounded very depressing and painful to the touch of dust.
As soon as I heard the beginning of the song, all the staff were startled. This song, how should I put it, is a bit bitter, yes, it is bitter.
The sound of the piano expresses sadness, and the faint emotion of farewell falls deeply into my heart. Judging from the title of the song, it seems to be about broken love.
The more plain it is, the more profound it is. There is a kind of desolation outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, with green grass and green sky, but the one I am sending is a friend, this one is sending a lover.
The former has a return date, while the latter has no return date.
Next to him, Duan Qingxue kept up the rhythm and sang softly:
"After parting with you, I became thinner and thinner."
"Leaning against the window, the wind blows in your sleeves, and the smoke-locked weeping willows remain the same."
"Emei is filled with sorrow, how can it disappear forever?"
"When I pick up a pen to express my feelings, I can't bear to play a solo while holding a piano."
"The moon hangs on the west tower, blowing candles to avoid tears"
"It takes autumn to climb high, raise a glass and wish you no worries"
Huh? In an instant, the meaning of the song suddenly changed. It was originally a man missing a woman, but now it is a woman missing a man. Not to mention, it’s pretty good, with a hint of Song poetry.
One minute and forty-five seconds later, Fang Jing's piano sound suddenly stopped. Huang Lei, who was immersed in the music, looked dissatisfied, "I was enjoying myself, what are you doing?"
"No more!"
"So short?"
"This is already the second time. Overall, it only lasts fifty seconds."
Short and weak, this is Fang Jing. In addition to the Fu Xiaotang and others whom he had heard of before, He Ling and Huang Lei all wanted to hit people, and their hearts were itching.
"Why isn't it longer?"
"I want to, but there's no other way." Fang Jing said with a grimace: "This song is so short, it must not be longer."