As he spoke, Mao Qingsheng took Ye Ziqing's precious Jinghu.
The old man's hands trembled slightly as he held the famous zither.
In history, that zither player hoped to be praised by Master Qianlong for his good strings.
The old man was no different.
He was nervous not only because the value of this zither was immeasurable.
More importantly, this zither had been played in front of Master Qianlong before.
The old man took a deep breath and calmed down a little.
He saw that the little class master and Duo Er were waiting for him.
He quickly placed the Jinghu upright on his thigh, holding the bowstring in his left hand and the zither bow in his right.
"Clang ~ Clang ~"
"Clang, clang, clang ~"
The sound of the two Jinghu strings echoed repeatedly.
The old man was tuning the strings.
The tension of the strings determined the pitch.
Therefore, before the performance, one needed to rotate the Jinghu's string axis to tune the strings.
"Clang ~ Clang ~"
"Clang, clang, clang ~"
Back and forth.
He listened to it six or seven times and adjusted it six or seven times.
Although the old man was still a little nervous, he felt that the pitch was finally adjusted.
It had to be said.
This Jinghu was indeed worthy of the word 'royal'!
In addition to its historical value and significance, the sound of the Jinghu itself was also very beautiful.
After adjusting the strings, Mao Qingsheng didn't forget to take out his phone to record.
Just like before, he opened the recording software on his phone.
The old man thought about the two yellow and four four tones.
This was a commonly used accompaniment in opera, so the old man was no stranger to it.
"Class leader Ye, shall we…begin?"
However, when the old man asked.
However, the young master shook his head and said softly," Old Master, the pitch isn't very accurate. I'll help you adjust it again."”
"Ah?" The old man was stunned and subconsciously handed over the zither in his hand.
Only after seeing the Jinghu in the hands of the junior class master did he realize.
Because he was too nervous holding the zither, he didn't adjust the strings properly.
For this, the old man could not help but feel a little embarrassed.
This was his ability to eat.
He didn't expect that this time, he would be so timid in front of a junior.
After Ye Ziqing took the Jinghu, he did the same thing as Mao Qingsheng.
"Clang ~ Clang ~"
"Clang, clang, clang ~"
However…
Unlike the old man, Ye Ziqing only listened to it once and twisted the bowstring once.
Then, he returned the Jinghu to the old man.”
Mao Qingsheng was dumbfounded.
Puzzled, he pulled the bow again.
"Clang ~ Clang ~"
"Clang, clang, clang ~"
As expected…
His pitch just now was not very accurate.
The old man smiled bitterly in his heart.
He suddenly remembered that the little class master seemed to have done the same when he was tuning the strings of the Moon Zither.
After listening to it once, he was able to tune it correctly.
In the Yangtze River, the waves ahead pushed the waves behind…
It seemed that this little class master was not only preparing to surpass the old class master in Beijing opera.
This Hu Qin wanted to slap himself on the beach.
No!
The old master thought about it!
After all, he was someone who had accompanied the old class master before. He could not admit defeat like this!
He thought about it.
Mao Qingsheng's trembling hands stabilized in the next moment!
The role of the Jinghu zither player was to accompany the actors and maintain the tune.
The zither player had to make the actors on the stage feel good and sing comfortably. That was a good zither!
This was called holding!
On the other hand, if the zither player played randomly, it would not be an act.
Instead, it was delayed!
But this was one aspect of the problem!
As a singer on stage, she had to sing properly!
The zither player could only work effectively with the correct tempo.
If the singer was out of tune, no matter how good the zither player was, he wouldn't be able to play the accompaniment well.
Therefore, he had no choice.
Mao Qingsheng felt that since the little class master wanted him to accompany her!
He took out this good zither again for him to play.
That was also because he thought highly of himself.
If he didn't give the little class master a good look, then it would really be embarrassing!
Therefore!
Mao Qingsheng's mind was blank.
There was only a yellow and four tones in his head.
Although he didn't know what kind of real Beijing opera song the young master would sing.
However, he was still confident that he would be able to give the young master a good job!
The old man's eyes were slightly closed. His skinny but well-defined fingers were pressed on the string.
The other hand held the bow.
He said seriously," Class Master Ye, I'm starting?”
Five seconds…
Ten seconds…
Fifteen seconds…
Time passed by slowly.
However, the little class master in front of him seemed to not have heard his voice.
Instead, he stood up and walked to the table beside him. He picked up a wine pot made of blue and white porcelain.
He poured them one cup after another.
He drank cup after cup.
Mao Qingsheng blinked his eyes in confusion.
Duo Erhong covered her mouth and chuckled. She explained," He's acting. It seems like this isn't an ordinary song, but a play!”
"A silent show?" Mao Qingsheng looked at Ye Ziqing.
He knew about Moxi.
Usually, before an actor went on stage, they would " rehearse " the content of their performance in their minds.
At the same time, it was also to better get into the role in the movie.
However, this was the first time the old man had seen someone drinking in silence.
Duo Erhong continued to explain," Don't worry about him. He'll be fine in a while.
When he was drinking, even if the sky collapsed, it wouldn't disturb him.”
Mao Qingsheng nodded. He accompanied Duo Er as he watched the young master drink alone while waiting.
About five minutes later.
Ye Ziqing stood up slowly and walked towards them step by step.
"Alright!" Duo Erhong laughed.
Beside her, Mao Qingsheng was shocked to find out.
At this moment, the little class master was no longer the Ye Ziqing from before.
His eyes and actions.
She was more like a beautiful woman.
This was…
Into the role?
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