Chapter 18 What's the point of being smashed to pieces?
"Master, can you really tell me the shortcomings of the music just now?"
Yazhi is a little worried, because she is also an expert in this field. As for the music just now, she can't find any problems in terms of lyrics, voice, piano skills, or emotion.
Others have the same idea as Yazhi. People who can be here have more or less taste. Good or bad cannot be ignored.
When Miss Xian'er asked him to say it, she must be unhappy, and she would definitely be humiliated after she finished speaking.
At this point, everyone became quiet and wanted to hear what "Xia Chunqiu" from the capital had to say.
The atmosphere was full. Xia Shang left his seat, walked to the stage, and faced the guqin on the stage: "Can I try the guqin?"
Try piano?
Is he going to play a song?
Does he think he can play better than Miss Xian'er?
This dog is too brave!
The girl beside him was also stunned, looked upstairs, and then nodded: "Young master, please do as you please."
Xia Shang walked to the piano, straightened his straight jacket, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked very serious. Then he put his ear to the piano, plucked the strings with two fingers, and moved them casually, and a few unrelated notes came out softly.
Because the quality of the piano is excellent, the sound is still pleasant.
"It's true that Daoyin is a good talent! The piano is the best! It's a pity that he lost his true nature when he met someone carelessly."
"Hmph! I'm trying to be mysterious, but I don't know what I mean."
"Everyone, this piano is made of catalpa wood as the base and sycamore wood as the surface. It uses the best base materials and is matched with master craftsmanship. Therefore, the sound of the piano is light, loose, crisp, smooth, etc., and is beautiful and extraordinary, like the sound of spring water.
Boom, the sound is heard. Do you think it is correct?"
"Hey! Who doesn't know this? You can tell me what's wrong with Miss Xian'er's performance."
"Although Miss Xian'er's music is good, using this qin is indeed the greatest insult to the qin."
He even said that Miss Xian'er's playing insulted Qin!
Ouyang Changhao felt happy and asked: "How do you say this?"
"The sound of the harp made of sycamore wood is crisp and clean, upright and straightforward, without any sloppiness. He is a gentleman of the harp. When it comes to big ups and downs, he can retract and release it quickly. And the harp played by Miss Xian'er is poignant and graceful, and the sound is connected, just like
The sound of the Wutong Qin goes in the opposite direction. The reason why you are so intoxicated by listening to it is actually because Miss Xian'er forcibly gave the gentleman's voice a melodious tone. It seems to be tactful and charming, but in fact the music does not convey the meaning.
You need to choose the right piano when playing, just like you need to choose the right bowl when eating, you need to choose the right person when you click, and you need to choose the right bait when fishing. There is no carelessness. One piece of wood, one string, and one sound may seem like a versatile combination, but in fact it contains
The soul of the piano. If you want to eliminate the complicated processes and choose a piano that can satisfy all the music, that is what people who don’t understand the music and the sound of the piano say.
The right piano and the right person are life-long partners. When combined with each other, they can sing as they please, no matter when and where they are. They are not afraid of astringent sounds or stray thoughts. As soon as the strings are plucked and the sound is made, a fairy sound is made completely by nature.
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After saying this, the sound was heard in the room.
"You...you...you are just talking about a family. Miss Xian'er didn't choose the right harp. Thousands of singers in the world all use the Wutong harp to sing their songs. Is it true that everyone in the world has chosen the wrong harp?"
Xia Shang stroked the qin and felt a little heartbroken when he said: "This is the tragedy of the qin. It should have been the sound of the clear spring, 'noisy, noisy, mixed with bullets, big and small beads falling on the jade plate', but it was interpreted by the world.
It is like a gentleman wearing heavy makeup, which is a shameful thing! This Qin really answers the saying, 'I know everyone in the world, but I don't have a close friend'!"
Wow!
After the conversation, everyone had goosebumps all over their bodies!
What is talent learning?
He is full of knowledge when talking and laughing, and he quotes from scriptures when speaking!
The elegance and knowledge emanating from the inside out are much better than those who meditate on a topic.
I have written poems in the past to praise the sound of the harp, maybe four lines, maybe eight lines, or even ten lines, but no one can describe the sound of the qin even one-tenth of the time.
Nowadays, the sound of the Wutong Qin is vividly described by the phrase "Noisy and mixed playing, big beads and small beads falling on the jade plate" in the conversation and laughter. Just this half of the poem can throw all the literati here thousands of miles away?
Not to mention the helpless sigh at the end of the poem, "We know each other all over the world, but no one has close friends." This sentence directly points to the sadness of the lute. Everyone in the world knows the Wutong Qin, but no one really understands it! "We know everyone all over the world, but no one has close friends."
"One person" is so tragic! What kind of life did he have to experience to have such accurate and wonderful insights?
Although there were only two sentences, the sadness and helplessness of the guqin in front of him was conveyed to everyone present!
Especially the wealthy businessman who had previously bought the guqin excitedly walked up to Xia Shang, held Xia Shang's hand tightly, and asked in a trembling voice: "Sir! This qin is pitiful. I am heartbroken when I get this qin. I don't know what to do with it."
?”
Xia Shang didn't even think about it: "Smash it!"
"Smashed?!"
“If no one appreciates it, why should it remain in the world and be humiliated?”
"This is worth ten thousand taels of silver..."
"A gentleman who plays the harp will not bend his knees even if he has tens of thousands of gold coins. It doesn't matter if his body is shattered to pieces!"
The wealthy businessman was shocked, and his pride came to him: "It doesn't matter if your body is broken to pieces!"
After saying that, he picked up the guqin and threw it on the corner of the table. The guqin shattered instantly.
What Xia Shang said was shocking for a businessman to be able to do this.
The result is already clear, and there is no more substantial answer than the soundless sound of a broken piano.
After a few words, the previous sound of the piano became boring, and everyone felt it was a bit annoying, because it was they who listened to the sound of the piano that made a good piano disappear from the world.
Upstairs, the woman who had been curious about Xia Shang before now clenched her fists tightly, with murderous intent nailed to Xia Shang like a sharp sword.
"Nonsense bastard! Damn Xia Chunqiu!"
With a low shout, the woman took a step forward and was about to rush out of the bead curtain. Suddenly, a deep female voice came from behind: "Stop! The overall situation is more important."
Downstairs, the atmosphere became much duller because of Xia Shang's words. For some reason, the literati present who looked at the shattered Qin felt that they saw themselves.
Only then did they suddenly realize that they were just like the guqin. They were supposed to be proud men who looked up to the heavens, but now they were racking their brains to please a woman.
A guqin can be shattered to pieces by the voice of a gentleman, but as a living person, he does not know how to advance or retreat in the whispers of these gentle people, as if he has forgotten why he is studying.
With a sense of shame, people left the scene one after another. Faced with such a situation, Yichunyuan was also unexpected.
The old bustard was a little anxious and wanted to quickly give Xian'er a price while there were still people around.
"Everyone, don't leave in a hurry. Miss Xian'er is recruiting guests today. The one with the highest price will get it!"
I used to talk about comparing literary talent, but now seeing that the situation is not right, I just put up the price and put it up, which is really ridiculous.
But when the old bustard's voice fell, someone immediately stood up: "I will give you one hundred thousand taels of gold in exchange for Miss Xian'er's time for one day!"
One hundred thousand taels of gold in exchange for one day of Miss Xian'er's time!
This, this, this...
Who is this?
Is your brain caught in the door?
Looking at the middle-aged man standing in the hall, he has an ordinary face and no one recognizes him. He does not seem to be from Yangzhou.
Xia Shang was leaving when he heard the voice and looked back, thinking.
At this time, the little fat man chased after him and rubbed his hands shyly: "That... that..."
"If you have something to say, just say it."
"You have also seen the thing about poetry. I bought your poetry, but someone recognized it. Should I return the twenty taels of silver to me?"
"Returning your money? Is there such a thing in the world?"
Xia Shang smiled. How could this fat man still be so obsessed with twenty taels of silver?
The little fat man also lacked confidence. He also knew that it would be difficult to ask for a refund now, but he didn't want to suffer the loss of being dumb, so he hesitated and didn't know how to express it.
Xia Shang thought about it and suddenly said: "I can give you the money, but you have to ask me something." (To be continued)