He Jing's expression management approval and rejection
No matter how big or small the school is, there is only so much that a music school can do.
Every season every year is filled with various conferences, performance seasons, and special concerts.
Especially at Huaguo College, as the first college in China, all departments are busy with endless activities throughout the year, and this does not include small activities such as music weeks organized by students.
However, unlike orchestral keyboards, vocals, singing, conducting, composition, musicology, and other music disciplines with a Western cultural flavor, the reason why folk music is called national music in China is precisely because it is a local cultural phenomenon that has been inherited for five thousand years.
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Although the current development and inheritance of folk music is on a downward trend in China, there are still a group of people working hard to revitalize traditional music.
As the first institution of traditional Chinese music in Asia, the Huaguo Conservatory of Music is fighting against this banner.
A conference room in a corner of the backstage.
"Director Ye, I think the horse racing clips could have some elements of Western music added to them."
The person who spoke was a young bamboo flute teacher from the folk music department. His expression was a little uneasy. The woman opposite him, who he called Director Ye, actually did not look old-fashioned. On the contrary, she looked particularly young. The reason for his uneasiness was not just because
The other party is his immediate boss, and the main reason is that he knows the other party's other identity.
"Hai Ling, I think Chengsheng's idea is good. We can try it this time." The oldest man here added the comment. He was holding an erhu in his hand.
But Ye Hailing still remained silent.
moment.
Her eyes fell on the figure in the corner of the conference room, and she opened her mouth slightly: "Brother Shen."
"What do you think?"
Her voice is not as clear-cut as the pipa she plays, but sounds extraordinarily gentle and comforting.
After his name was called, Shen Qingci naturally couldn't pretend to be deaf and dumb.
To everyone's surprise, Ye Hailing just ended everyone's afternoon. This shout almost determined the theme of this forum meeting.
"Tell me what you think." This question was still asked to Shen Qingci.
Shen Qingci stood up and said, "As an erhu solo piece, Horse Racing is characterized by its majestic momentum and unrestrained melody, using the sound of strings to imitate the neighing of horses."
After a pause, he continued: "This involves jumping bows, fast bows, string pulling and other skills, which Mr. Hou mentioned just now."
"Everyone knows that piano playing technology has developed so far that it can imitate the sound of almost all musical instruments. I think if a piano part is added to the existing folk orchestra, it will not only enrich the timbre and make the harmonic effect of the music richer, but also
The addition of piano can also better embellish the folk music stage."
"It can give everyone a completely new feeling both auditory and visual."
"But what remains the same is that horse racing is still a horse racing. As long as the piano parts are properly arranged, it will not dominate the scene."
Shen Qingci's words quickly received a response from everyone. In fact, everyone sitting there understood and were just waiting for the person who proposed a specific plan.
Discussion room.
Someone asked, "Director Shen, do you only need a piano to join?"
"One piano is enough." Shen Qingci said.
Ye Hailing, who had been silent for a while, suddenly asked, "Are you playing?"
Shen Qingci coughed, "I've already written the score for the piano part, but..."
Just then, his phone suddenly rang.
Shen Qingci looked at the caller number and smiled, "Wait a moment, everyone."
As he spoke, he answered the phone.
"Hey, Teacher Shen, where are you? I've arrived at the opera hall." The phone was noisy, filled with the sounds of various bowed instruments.
"You now come to the southernmost conference room backstage."
After answering the phone and talking in front of everyone, Shen Qingci hung up the phone again, "I'm not suitable to play, but I have an excellent candidate."
"You will definitely be satisfied."
After a while, there was a gentle knock on the door.
Then the door was gently pushed open.
Qin Jian never expected such a scene in the room, and was immediately dumbfounded.
The director, deputy director, and professors of various folk music subjects all stared at him.
"Why are you standing there stupidly? Come in." Shen Qingci greeted, and then introduced to everyone: "Qin Jian, I believe all the teachers are familiar with him. He will complete all the piano playing parts on the stage this time."
Qin Jian was dumbfounded. This was not what Shen Qingci said in the message. He didn't even know what the stage was, except for the few words he heard from the little cutie just now.
However, even though he still didn't know what happened, he still had to follow the words of the situation. When he walked into the room, Qin Jian nodded politely to everyone: "Hello, Director Ye, Hello, Director Hou, and hello, professors and teachers."
As he spoke, Shen Qingci called him to sit next to him.
Qin Jian's participation accelerated the meeting. Soon Shen Qingci took out the parts he had written overnight and discussed them with the arranger of "Horse Racing". It didn't take long to perfect the details.
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After the whole process, Qin Jian finally figured out what was going on.
Although it seems like a good thing, as the opening performer of this major event, he is the only Western instrument in all folk music, a rare opportunity to show his face across fields.
But he always felt that something was wrong, as if he had been deceived.
Listening to the speeches of the big guys, he silently looked at the score in his hand.
One word, difficult.
It is filled with a lot of bass tremolo parts, and the fast intervals of ten degrees in the right hand are also troublesome.
Qin Jian knows the speed of horse racing.
Horse racing, horse racing, can he be slow in horse racing?
In the end, everyone reached a consensus and decided to try adding the piano part to the rehearsal two days later.
"No, we'll start in a moment."
Shen Qingci didn't even look at Qin Jian's face when he said this, which also made all the big guys in the folk music department feel a little upset.
Although Qin Jian's name is indeed loud enough, everyone can see that this kid has just gotten the music score. Can he do it in less than 20 minutes?
"Then it's settled, let's go on stage right away."
Ye Hailing closed the meeting book in front of her with a snap, and Qin Jian's heart trembled.
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The big guys came to the stage from the backstage, and the opera hall immediately fell silent.
Professor Hou, who is in charge of conducting the Chinese Orchestra of the Chinese Academy of Music, said a few words to everyone, and then went through the adaptation plan one by one.
Each member of the voice group carefully recorded their own score.
Finally, he introduced to everyone the non-staff member who temporarily joined the opening concert - Qin Jian.
Everyone's response was decent, since they straddled two professional fields, but there was really not much enthusiasm. Except for the little cutie, one person shouted loudly twice without caring about the eyes around him.
Soon, a black grand piano was moved to the center of the stage. As if he felt some unfriendly glances, Qin Jian took the initiative to ask the staff to move the piano to the left and rear, so that it would not block most of the people.
Voice.
Then the members of each vocal section took their places, and Professor Hou stepped onto the podium.
Under the expectant eyes of all the teachers and students of the Folk Music Department in the audience, Professor Hou waved his hands.
Nine erhus chirped in unison, with the roar of fierce horses.
A picture of the original ecology of the grassland emerges in front of every listener's eyes amid the intertwined music.
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There was nothing wrong with Qin Jian in the first forty sections, but he didn't dare to slack off at all.
While counting the bars, he frowned and danced the five fingers of his left hand on his thigh.
And it jumps faster and faster.
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"Where's his spectrum?"
Ye Hailing in the audience could see clearly from his perspective that there was nothing on the empty piano.