An ear-piercing sound came from the erhu strings on the stage!
Just like Diao Lu had said, it was not the sound of an erhu playing, but the noise of wood being sawed!
This sound could not even be described as noise.
Chi chi la!
The sound of bubbles rubbing against the glass was similar to this.
Shu Qing Qing was dumbfounded.
Was this still the sound of nature that he had heard?
If he was not certain that the boy named Su Ming on stage was the boy he saw in the open piano room...
She even suspected that she was hallucinating.
In the front row.
Including Diao Lu, the four members who were the judges looked at each other in dismay. How was this a beginner? He was simply a layman?
Diao Lu had a headache!
It was no wonder that the teacher in the movie had greeted him. This kid called Su Ming could play the erhu to such a level. It would be strange if the club accepted him.
As mentioned before, the sound of the erhu was produced by the friction between the horsetail of the bow and the strings of the steel wire.
The principle of this pronunciation was similar to that of the violin, except that the violin had four strings while the erhu had two.
It was because of this similar pronunciation that the erhu was also known as the "Oriental Violin".
The quality of an erhu performance depended on two aspects.
One was the bow technique of the right hand, which was the control of the strength of the friction between the bow and the strings, as well as the fluency and technique of the bow.
The other was the finger technique of his left hand.
A good erhu player was indispensable.
The reason why the erhu would make such an uncomfortable noise was because the friction between the bow and the strings was too great.
If the friction between the two was too light, no sound would be produced.
On the contrary, if it was too heavy, it would make noise.
And the control of this strength required a good erhu player to control it over a long period of practice.
This was also the reason why Diao Lu and the others were certain that Su Ming was a complete layman.
Of course, this was Su Ming's intention.
Although he could not remember the complete melody of the Liang Zhu in his previous life, he did not know the score of this song.
But he could hum a rough melody.
He simply played randomly according to his knowledge of music theory.
However, Su Ming did not expect that he would overdo it.
At this moment, as Su Ming's right hand rubbed the strings of the bow, the sound of the strings being pulled echoed in the auditorium.
Everyone had a pained expression on their faces.
To be honest, the "fart" that the little fatty had blown with the suona earlier was even better than this.
Was the fart sound unpleasant?
No! It was just that the fart was unpleasant, and the sound was not ear-piercing, okay?!
However, this guy's erhu allowed the people present to see what it meant to be " the strongest among the strongest ", and each sound was more unpleasant than the last!
Not only that, but the boy's behavior on stage also made everyone understand a principle, that was," you can't judge a book by its cover "!
Initially, after Su Ming went on stage, many people were impressed by his temperament and felt that Su Ming fit the image of an otherworldly expert very well!
He had worn his black pants and cloth shoes to a new height.
The few girls present felt that this little brother's looks were extremely impactful!
However, the sound of the erhu completely shattered the image.
Many people couldn't stand the sound anymore and covered their ears.
This sound, coupled with the sound system, could definitely beat William Wang's violin in seconds.
The elephant and monkey sighed in the corner.
As he muttered, as expected, one person was not as good as two. Su Ming was good at playing the suona, but he was bad at playing the erhu!
However, Su Ming, who was on the stage, did not care about what was happening outside. He only wanted to "saw wood".
He narrowed his eyes slightly, seemingly quite intoxicated.
What made people even more speechless was the kid on the Dan stands.
Whether it was his attire and temperament, the way he sat on the chair and played the erhu, or the way he played the strings with his left hand, it was indeed very coaxing.
Compared to some erhu big shots, he was not inferior.
If one were to cover their ears, they would even think that this was a musician who had been immersed in the erhu for many years.
Diao Lu's mouth twitched.
Good fellow!
This man clearly played the erhu so badly, but why was he so confident?
It was really a heartbreaking song. Who in the world would find a soulmate?
I can't take it anymore!
As a folk music major student who studied erhu, Diao Lu really couldn't stand it.
This guy's energy was comparable to an ultrasonic weapon. He had to stop this guy.
Just as she was about to speak, she was stunned.
No!
Her long and narrow eyes were fixed on Su Ming's left hand.
As mentioned earlier, playing the erhu required the right hand to bow and the left hand to press the strings.
However, other than using too much strength, this person's other movements were very smooth, and there was an indescribable beauty to it.
Especially his left hand.
Glissando, glissando first, glissando after, glissando link, glissando turn, fast kneading, slow kneading, plucking, pressing…
All the finger movements of the erhu were executed very skillfully!
Diao Lu's erhu performance level was not low. Otherwise, she would not have taken on the position of president. Although she knew these fingering techniques very well, she was not confident that she could do such a fast and smooth left-hand technique!
No, no!
This kid did it on purpose!
On the stage, Su Ming was still immersed in the song " Liang Zhu " that he had casually played based on his memory.
The story of Liang Zhu, be it in his previous life or in this world, could be said to be a household legend.
In the past, Minister Zhu's daughter, Zhu Yingtai, could not figure out why girls could not study, so she asked her parents for permission to dress up as a man and go to the Song Academy to study. On the way, she met Liang Shanbo and became sworn brothers at first sight.
They had been together for three years, but Liang Shanbo didn't know that Zhu Yingtai had written a letter to her daughter. Zhu Yingtai hurriedly ran home after receiving a letter from home and gave the white jade fan pendant to Liang Shanbo as a love token.
Once, when Liang Shanbo went to Zhu Ying Tai's house, he found out that Zhu Ying Tai was a girl.
However, her mother had already betrothed Zhu Yingtai to Ma Wencai, and Liang Shanbo died of a sudden illness.
When the Ma family came to get married, Zhu Yingtai was dressed in plain clothes. When he passed by Liang Shanbo's grave, thunder suddenly roared and the grave split open.
Zhu Yingtai walked out of the sedan chair and jumped into the grave. The grave closed again.
In the end, two butterflies flew out from the inside…
This poignant love story was about Liang Zhu.
Su Ming remembered that he had heard a poem about this story before.
I love Liang Zhu's gentle song, sad beauty has sad sound.
Even if we can meet on the grass bridge, who will be sad in the middle?
Since ancient times, many marriages had always ended with parting.
Now flowers bloom and fall, I don't know who will listen to this song?
As he thought of this, the bow in Su Ming's right hand became gentler and his wrist became more natural.
Unknowingly, the noise from the erhu became smaller and smaller, and the melody became clearer and clearer.
The discussions in the auditorium also became softer and softer.
Finally…
Before he knew it, the noise had completely disappeared and was replaced by a subtle and affectionate unfamiliar melody.
The bow moved back and forth on the strings with a gentle strength and a slow speed. Every time it touched the strings, it produced a serene and serene melody with a hint of melancholy.
The four people in front of the stage had different expressions.
Diao Lu's mouth turned into an O shape. She stood up unknowingly and leaned forward.
Lu Xiang's eyes widened, and he looked as if he had seen a ghost.
Xue Qingqing covered her mouth and stared at the erhu on the stage.
Li Duoduo crossed her arms in front of her chest, looking intoxicated.
a pin drop in the hall could be heard.
As the melody became more and more sentimental, the sound of the erhu was like weeping and complaining. It was as if it was telling the truth, and it was abnormally beautiful.
The students below the stage released their hands that were covering their ears one by one.
In the corner, Shu Qingqing, who was dressed in a white dress, gripped the pipa tightly with her slender fingers. The strings of the pipa had left a red mark on her fingers, but she did not know it.
She just stared at the boy on the stage and listened to the music in a daze.
The melody lasted for about 30 seconds, and the auditorium was silent for 30 seconds.
The entire auditorium was filled with the sound of the zither.
Just as everyone was engrossed in listening, the music stopped abruptly!
The entire auditorium was silent!
Su Ming looked at the intoxicated and shocked expressions of the people below the stage and was dumbfounded!
Oh no, he was too engrossed!
If it wasn't for the fact that he didn't know the melody of the next section, he would have to continue playing!
Su Ming, who had suddenly stopped playing the piano, was also puzzled.
I haven't heard enough, why did I suddenly stop…
Su Ming and the crowd looked at each other.
They were all stunned…
However, Diao Lu was even more confused.
Diao Lu felt uncomfortable.
The erhu just now was much better than what he had played!
With this level of skill, he still needed to go easy on him.
And…
This kid could play so well, so why was he so pretentious at the beginning?
Was he pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger?
Meanwhile, Shu Qing Qing, who was standing in the corner, was completely shocked.
It was another melody that he had never heard before.
Yesterday afternoon's song was cheerful.
Tonight's erhu song was sad.
Thinking of this, Shu Qingqing couldn't help but compare it to the violin.
Hence, he thought of William Wang's violin piece.
They were both happy and sad.
Why did Shu Qingqing feel that this erhu was enough to defeat William Wang's violin?
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