828. Fatty: No one knows Sichuan cuisine better than me Fang Xiaoyu:?
After putting down the phone, Qin Jian tidied up and left 309.
I ate fried noodles with Fatty at the school gate.
"Are there no other good restaurants near the school?"
The fat man came out of the noodle shop and complained, "I've been eating fried noodles for three days in a row, and now my burps taste like soy sauce."
Qin Jian: "There is a snack street behind the school which is pretty good."
The two returned to campus and passed by the theater building. The fat man stopped and said, "Go and hear the results of my two days of practice?"
Qin Jian looked at his watch and saw that it was already 13:46, so he refused: "It's too late. I have something to do later, so I'll help you listen tomorrow."
The fat man nodded: "Will we have dinner together tonight?"
Qin Jian: "Go and eat by yourself tonight, don't wait for me."
Fatty: "Okay brother."
Then Fatty returned to the rehearsal hall, and Qin Jian continued to walk forward.
Pass through the path on the left side of the teaching building and arrive at the faculty and staff family building.
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Knocking on the door, Mr. Fu had already made tea in the living room.
Fu Hua had already heard from Shen Qingci about the Spring Festival Gala's "My Motherland", and Qin Jian gave the old man a detailed explanation of the specific work matters and details that each department was responsible for.
"They are all old artists."
Fu Hua sighed, and then asked: "Qin Jian, how does Old Lin look now?"
Qin Jian, the 'Old Man Lin', remembered it clearly, and recalled: "At yesterday's meeting, Captain Lin had the loudest voice."
"Haha." Fu Hua looked very happy after hearing this, and laughed in his dry and hoarse voice, "The old man has been deaf since he was a child. He has always spoken like that, for fear that others would not hear."
No wonder, Qin Jian nodded, "But the old man looks quite energetic."
"Yes." Fu Hua followed, "He is still at his post among those in our group back then."
Qin Jian didn't feel anything yesterday. When he heard this, he was filled with admiration.
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The loud voice brought back Fu Hua's memories.
He clearly remembered that the last time the country was so moved by Gang Ge was in 1994. That year, he and a few old guys received the task temporarily and worked day and night in less than 10 days to build the machine that has been ordered to this day.
For the most classic version - the large-scale song and dance performance "My Motherland".
"Take a sip, take a sip," Fu Hua persuaded, holding up the teacup. "This tea won't taste good when it gets cold."
Qin Jian responded and picked up the tea cup in front of him and took a sip. His mouth was filled with the rich aroma of tea, but he didn't understand tea.
moment.
Fu Hua put down his teacup and said, "Tell me what went wrong."
Getting to the point, Qin Jian had no reservations about last night's confusion. He came here to learn from experience, and then he talked about the current progress.
Fu Hua listened and nodded, "You have found the problem. This is a song. When we study the second creation of the song, we have to start with the lyrics."
Qin Jian has made this clear.
Whether it’s the adaptation of Jasmine at last year’s Yangcheng Gala, or the adaptation of River Flowing that was completed on the day of the Kunshi concert this year.
Although he had no active intention, during these two adaptations, he actually combined the regional style and lyrical content of the work in a subtle way.
After raising his first point, Fu Hua continued, "Qin Jian, do you know the background of this song's creation?"
"I know a little bit," Qin Jian has already done some research, "it was the soundtrack written by Teacher Qiao for the movie Shangganling."
Fu Hua groaned and his eyes became a little more serious.
moment.
"This work has special meaning to every generation of Chinese people. No matter how you adapt it, you must first understand this."
Qin Jian straightened up and said, "Don't worry, I understand this."
Fu Hua nodded with satisfaction.
Another moment.
"On January 21, 1984, I was preparing for a concert in Haishi the next day. That night I received a phone call asking me to return to Yanjing overnight..."
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"Conditions were poor at that time, and basically all problems had to be solved by oneself, but everyone had only one idea in mind at that time, which was to fight hard."
"I have to work hard to perform this show well."
"If you haven't experienced that era, there are some things you can't understand."
"But creation should not be completely influenced by the times, I think you should understand."
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In one hour, Fu Hua and Qin Jian told the story of the birth of the 1983 version of "My Motherland" in ten days
Emotion.
After listening to it, Qin Jian felt excited, excited, and as a modern music practitioner, he felt deep admiration for the older generation of practitioners.
Then when talking about the specific adaptation process of the music, Qin Jian asked an interesting question.
"Teacher Fu, why is the first line of the lyrics not 'a Yellow River' but a big river?"
Fu Hua smiled.
"I have asked this question before, and the lyricist Qiao explained it to me this way."
"He said, ahem,"
Fu Hua cleared his throat.
"He said, because in the memory of every Chinese, there is a big river in their hometown, and this river represents the motherland."
After hearing this answer, Qin Jian felt that his purpose of coming today had been achieved.
"Thank you, I understand."
Qin Jian stood up and bowed deeply.
Fu Hua also smiled and stood up, "Qin Jian, come with me."
Qin Jian followed Fu Hua into the study.
Fu Huarang walked to an old bookshelf and flipped through it.
Qin Jian looked around the room and saw that the bed still had the same four-cornered iron frame as before.
The mottled walls are covered with a variety of award certificates and photo frames full of age.
Suddenly, a black and white photo caught his eye. The photo showed three young people standing in front of Tianmen.
"Qin Jian, take this back and look at it."
Hearing the sound, Qin Jian quickly looked away and took the music folder handed over by Fu Hua, "This is it?"
Muttering, he looked at the four characters "My Motherland" on the cover of the music folder and asked.
Fu Hua explained, "It's really difficult for you to change two versions in three days. This is the 1986 version of the folk orchestra score. You can take it back and refer to it."
When he heard the "Folk Orchestra Score", he couldn't help but turn the first page.
The three big characters "Ye Yankai" are directly in front of my eyes.
moment.
Qin Jian couldn't help but exhaled deeply, closed the score, raised his head and said, "Thank you."
Fu Hua warned, "You must take care of this score when you take it back."
Qin Jian nodded, "Don't worry."
Fu Hua looked at the music folder that had reached Qin Jian's hand and couldn't help but sigh, but didn't say anything.
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On the way back with the music score, Qin Jian was in a particularly complicated mood.
"Qin Jian, you still have twenty days to complete this show, but you must also pay attention to rest. Your health is your capital."
Recalling the old man's earnest words before sending him out, he shook his head and threw other thoughts behind him.
The most important thing right now is "My Motherland" which will be released in twenty days.
Thinking of this, a sense of mission arose in his heart.
Returning to 309, Qin Jian plunged into a new round of work.
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Time passed by, and the sky outside the window quickly became dark.
"Today is finally over."
When the lanterns came on, the fat man finished his practice and left from the school gate.
Following Qin Jian's directions in the morning, he quickly arrived at the back door snack street.
Among the sparse crowd, he suddenly saw a familiar figure walking into a store carrying a small red schoolbag.
“Axiang Malatang.”
He raised his head and glanced at the sign, and the fat man let out a hey.
Then he took out his mobile phone and straightened his hairstyle in front of the camera.
I thought to myself, “It’s always right to listen to Brother Jian.”