Xiao Qian didn't know that she was missed by a proud girl.
Once the girl group is confirmed, he will be very busy.
If nothing else, the production of the debut song fell on his shoulders.
Starlight Entertainment has many talents, but when it comes to producing songs, all eyes will be on him.
Wenyi's album sold 3.5 million copies, and "Tomorrow Will Be Better" won the gold song of the year. In the face of this achievement, few people dared to compare music production in front of him.
Of course, even if someone offered to ask for help, Xiao Qian would not agree.
This girl group was created by him, and he had already planned how it would become a blockbuster.
After spending seven days to get the music score of the girl group's debut title song, he went to the Shanghai Music Conservatory of Music.
Music production is a systematic project. No matter how powerful a person is, it is impossible to do it all by himself. Not to mention his half-heartedness, he must be assisted by powerful experts.
Xiao Qian showed the score to Xia Weizhang for detailed reference.
The old man held it and looked at it for a while, feeling a little confused.
"Your music score is a bit weird."
Xia Weizhang took the cello and played it. The melody was right, but the timbre of the instrument was wrong and the taste was nondescript.
Xiao Qian hurriedly said: "Grandpa, I plan to use the erhu and gong here."
"Hey, what kind of peep show are you doing? For erhu and gong, your rhythm is too fast, right?"
Xiao Qian was confused.
"It's not fast. This is just an ordinary four-four shot."
Xia Weizhang pointed to the clef in front and said: "This is a treble clef with an added seventh. If you use erhu and gongs, ordinary people can't control it. You must find an expert."
He knew it without telling Xiao Qian, because Xiao Qian had tried it herself before coming to the academy.
It's a pity that whether it's the erhu or the gong, what Xiao Qian plays is always wrong.
Although he mastered the melody, he did not master the rhythm.
In current popular music, erhu and gong are not popular, and only a handful of people know how to play them.
"Then does anyone in our college know how to do it?"
Xia Weizhang is already packing her things.
"There isn't one in the academy, but I know where it is. Come on, I'll take you to meet a master-level figure."
Xiao Qian followed Xia Weizhang out of the academy and drove all the way to an extremely secluded place.
The car left the main road and turned into the alley. After three turns and two turns, the vision suddenly opened up. I saw a lake like this, with sparkling waves and pine plum trees that were either tall and straight, towering, twists and turns, or ferocious. They were ever-changing and did not disturb the dust.
Heart.
Across the lake, there is a gray wall with green tiles, and the hollows on the wall look like the cross-stitch of a wise woman, bringing with it a sense of aura.
Xiao Qian was dumbfounded.
I have lived in a magical city for so many years in my previous life, but I have never heard of such a paradise.
Xia Weizhang parked the car by the lake, took him out of the car, and walked towards a corner gate.
"This is the Tong Yuan Poetry Club, a place where literati and artists in Shanghai often gather. People who have not made great achievements or are not recommended by masters cannot enter this door. Even if the mayor comes, it will be the same."
Xiao Qian took a deep breath and began to panic.
In such a powerful place, wouldn't he, a young boy, be unable to even stand on his feet?
But here he was, and he was being held by Xia Weizhang again. Even if he was scared, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and be pulled by Xia Weizhang, and he crossed the corner gate.
Jiang touched the bluestone slab inside with his toes, and a clear sound of winter spring hitting the stone suddenly sounded in his ears.
Xiao Qian turned around and looked around, and saw a woman in her twenties and eighties, sitting in the corner pavilion, with incense burning all around, but the lingering sound lingered around her.
He could be considered a beginner now, and he could tell immediately that this woman's piano skills were unrivaled even in the Shanghai Music Conservatory.
This is too scary. You are just getting started. You are just a little girl. What kind of monsters are there here?
Without enough time to think about it, Xiao Qian was pulled by Xia Weizhang and walked all the way inside, which was quite quiet. It wasn't until they reached the depths, sheltered by the green grape trellis, that there was an extremely rhythmic sound, which made people pay attention.
As Xia Weizhang turned around the corner, he saw four old men sitting around in the middle of the courtyard in the distance, where the summer fire was not invaded and where the coolness grew.
Between the four people, there is a simple and heavy rosewood table. The carvings on it are so lifelike that the majesty of the eight-armed Nezha is chilling.
However, the four old men turned a blind eye to such treasures. They all calmed down and only focused on the table. Although there were many people, there was no sound.
Even Xia Weizhang was frightened and did not dare to move for a moment.
Over there, after a long time, an old man suddenly raised his arms high, like a dragon coming out of the sea, with an astonishing momentum.
"Snapped……"
The old man slapped his palm on the table, and the aftertaste fluctuated, all things were sensed, and the wind fed back, making him look like a great master.
Only the old man opposite him was not affected, and his determination was obviously equally profound. The contempt on his lips was clear and arrogant.
I saw the old man pushing with both arms at the same time, responding to this move, and his momentum was even more frightening.
Amid the roaring sounds of rivers, lakes and seas boiling, the old man's shouts sounded like spring thunder.
"Don't move.........Huh!!!!"
Xiao Qian's head was covered with black lines and she looked at Xia Weizhang dissatisfied.
Listening to what you, an old man said, was so mysterious, I thought you were such a powerful master.
Aren't they just a bunch of old guys playing mahjong?
This place is ruined.
Xia Weizhang also seemed to feel that he was being a bit pretentious, and he was a bit embarrassed to get off the stage. He quickly pulled Xiao Qian around the four old men who were fighting fiercely, and walked deeper inside.
"Don't think these four old guys are out of place, but they are really powerful. Today... haha... it was just an accident."
Xiao Qian had no choice but to laugh, but her mood calmed down.
After walking all the way, we finally came to a place surrounded by thousands of plants. Among the exotic flowers and trees, there was only an old man with a calm demeanor. He was holding a pot of flowers and slowly clicking the scissors in his hand.
Hearing the footsteps, the old man slowly turned his head and looked over. It was strange that he was wearing sunglasses in broad daylight.
"Lao Xia is here, the good old days are gone."
Xia Weizhang approached with a smile.
"You are an old blind man, but your ears are very sharp."
Only then did Xiao Qian realize that this old man was actually blind.
The blind old man was proud of Xia Weizhang's complaints.
"I, Lu Bing, have been blind since I was a child, and I rely on these ears to survive. Everything in the world, but there is a sound, cannot escape my spiritual awareness. Who is this child? Your grandson?"
Xia Weizhang pulled Xiao Qian in front of him and ordered: "Xiao Qian, say hello to Grandpa Lu."
Xiao Qian said hello obediently, and Xia Weizhang said: "This kid is a genius. He is born with music theory and has impressed many people in our college. This time he made a song that included the playing of the erhu, which most people can't do well.
.When it comes to playing erhu in Jiangnan, you, Lu Bing, say second, but no one dares to say first, so I came to you for help."
Lu Bing remained unmoved.
"The world is noisy and impetuous, but you, Lao Xia, are not exempt from the vulgarity. You have been playing music all your life, don't you know the way to immerse yourself in study? How can a mere child on the great road of Le Nai live up to his reputation?"
Xia Weizhang was unhappy.
"You're a blind man. You can tell if this is a genius or not by looking at the music score."
Lu Bing regained control of the scissors.
"wait."
Amidst the clicking sounds, Lu Bing's voice was faint and distant.
"Today's people are all blinded by fame and wealth, so they are not as relevant as these flowers, plants and trees. Look at this pot of Clivia, which is speechless and silent, without sorrow or resentment. If you let me carve and polish it, it will become extraordinary. This
Boy, do you have this patience?"
Xiao Qian could no longer remain indifferent.
"Grandpa Lu, although flowers and plants cannot speak, what is the crime of this pot of... Yaotai Jade Phoenix?"
Xiao Qian stared at the potted plant in Lu Bing's hand, wondering if he had come to the wrong place?
It doesn’t matter that you are blind, it doesn’t matter that you like to arrange flowers and plants, but you treat chrysanthemums as orchids to repair them...
The scene was awkward for a while, and Lu Bing couldn't put the scissors in his hand, nor could he put them away. A full ten minutes passed before he uttered a few words from his tight lips.
"Lao Xia, if you don't want to lose me as a friend, do you know what to do?"
Lu Bing was blind, and Ju Lan was blind, but after picking up the erhu, his whole person changed.
The melody that neither Xiao Qian nor Xia Weizhang could control became immediately vivid in his hands.
Xiao Qian got goosebumps just after hearing him pull it once.
"It's this, it's this."
Lu Bing was very dissatisfied.
"Boy, what kind of bad music did you make? Why can't you play the erhu so well? Do you look down on our erhu?"
Xiao Qian wanted to cry but had no tears.
"Grandpa Lu, what are you talking about? I just think it's better to use the erhu to accompany this melody, but I don't look down on the erhu."
Lu Bing refused to give up.
"Okay, since you don't look down on the erhu, then this piece of music will be played entirely on the erhu."
"puff……"
Xiao Qian almost vomited blood on the spot and had to look to Xia Weizhang for help.
Xia Weizhang was still there and did not react violently to this unreasonable request.
"Lao Lu, you are right, just do it."
Lu Bing smiled contentedly.
"Haha, Lao Xia, you still care about our Chinese music. What's wrong with our Chinese music? Why are young people today so obsessed with foreign stuff?"
