Su Ming narrowed his eyes slightly and sized up the old man on the LED screen.
He looked to be in his seventies. Among all the teachers and professors that Su Ming had met in this school, this old man had the most sage-like temperament.
If he tied up his hair and inserted a hairpin, he would be almost like a real person.
In the modern world, many people knew that gowns were usually worn by crosstalk actors.
Actually, that was not the case.
The coat was also known as the long gown, and the gown was also known as the long gown, Chinese gown, etc. It was modified according to the Taoist robe worn by the scholar-bureaucrats in the Ming Dynasty.
In the past, long robes represented wealthy upper-class people or cultured people.
After that, this kind of clothing also evolved into the clothing of Chinese artists in a certain era.
Or it could be simply understood that the gown was the costume of an old Chinese artist from that era!
Similarly, the other members of the symphony orchestra wore white shirts, black suits, black trousers, and black leather shoes. These were their performance costumes!
In addition, the instruments in the hands of the other members in suits were either glowing with a cold metal light.
Flutes, piccolo, clarinette, oboe, trumpet, cornet, trombone, etc.
The other was an elegant piano, harp, xylophone, and viola with a strong western style.
In such a team, there was an old man in a green coat holding an erhu.
To be honest, he looked like a beggar on the street, and he was in a corner.
Therefore, many people felt that it was out of place and shabby.
When this scene appeared on the large LED screen at the back of the stage, the audience began to burst into laughter.
He didn't know if it was out of goodwill, but it was indeed laughter.
However, the old man turned a deaf ear to him and only stared at the erhu in his hand affectionately.
In the front row, Cheng Youlan clenched and loosened her fists. After a few rounds, her palms were already sweating.
Not far away from him, the dean of the Western Music Department, Liu Minbo, was secretly sizing up the vice-principal in the center, Guan Feng, who was also the most supportive of their Western music.
Guan Feng only stared at the commander on the stage with a serious face.
But the next moment, Liu Minbo suddenly felt another gaze and subconsciously turned his head.
However, he found that the real manager of the school, Principal Kang Jing, who had just returned to school today, was smiling at him.
Instantly, Liu Minbo retracted his gaze and quickly squeezed out a smile at the principal.
Kang Jing's expression didn't change. He still used his signature squinting eyes to size up the crowd. However, his gaze moved from Liu Minbo's face to Cheng Youlan's fist...
On the other side, there were about 200 students in the audience. There was no smile on their faces.
Some were solemn, some were sorrowful, some were angry, some were helpless…
The person sitting in the front row was Diao Lu.
This square formation was where the classes of the folk music department were…
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Soon, the conductor in the front row of the symphony orchestra gently waved the baton.
The sounds of the cello and the double bass were played one after another, as if they came from the underground world, melancholic and depressing...
Su Ming recalled the song.
The Unfinished Symphony
It was the most outstanding piece of symphony and also a masterpiece of romantic music.
It expressed the contradictions and conflicts in the author's inner world, and sadness filled the entire piece.
The clear, pure, beautiful, and rich melody, without any decorative harmony or tone, was a very fresh composition. This was an important reason why this piece became one of the most popular symphonies in the world.
Because the song was not completed, it added a lot of legendary colors to the song, which was also the origin of its name.
Su Ming was no stranger to symphonies.
A symphony was a large-scale orchestral suite consisting of many movements.
It was usually composed of strings, woodwinds, brass, and percussion instruments.
And these pieces of music were usually western instruments.
Su Ming had just noticed that the orchestra that was playing the symphony was the Heavenly Sound Symphony of the Western Music Department.
In other words, the old man who had not played the erhu in the corner did not only look out of place in this orchestra.
The old man's identity was also incompatible with this Western music orchestra.
Su Ming had long recognized the old man's identity. It was Lu Qingshan!
He was a professor in the Western Music Department and Diao Lu's teacher.
Zither Maniac!
This was the title of this old man.
Su Ming had heard stories about the old man from others twice. One was Diao Lu, and the other was the Dean of the Folk Music Department, Cheng Youlan.
Therefore, Su Ming also understood that the reason why the old man, who was out of place, went on stage was to let the welcoming party tonight have the sound of folk music.
If they knew what the old man was thinking, what would the Chinese people who had just laughed out loud feel?
Su Ming studied composition, and the harmony in music theory was very complicated.
Simply put, it was a sound combination formed by two or more different sounds sounding at the same time according to a certain law.
And this kind of harmony was divided into primary and secondary.
Obviously, the old man's erhu harmony was dispensable.
At this moment, the sound on the stage was no longer just the sound of the cello and the double bass, but the grand and shocking harmony of many western instruments!
This was also the advantage of Western music.
Western music is more one-sided, while folk music is more linear.
To put it simply, Western music was suitable for ensembles. Their voices could find a unique resonance.
For example, the cello and violin were playing together, along with various orchestras and pianos.
This made their voices sound like one.
The sound of more than a hundred such instruments together was indeed very shocking.
Folk music, on the other hand, was more linear, which meant that they were more inclined to the expression of individual unique artistic conception.
For example, an erhu, babbling and crying, could express all the sorrow.
The sound of the erhu was very unique. It had almost nothing in common with other folk music, and it could not form that kind of harmony.
Add a crisp flute?
Or a sonorous suona?
Ensembles were fine, but it was difficult to have the shocking effect of symphonies like Western music!
Therefore, Su Ming looked at the LED and showed a close-up of the erhu in the old man's hand. He did not think that adding an erhu to a symphony would do anything.
In fact, this kind of performance method existed in both the previous and present world.
It was mainly folk music, such as the erhu, with the harmony of Western music as secondary. This was also called the erhu concerto.
The unique sound of the erhu was similar to that of the suona.
She could only be the main character!
However, the erhu didn't have a sonorous sound like the suona, so it could only curl up in the old man's hand and babble.
The old man's withered left hand was tapping on the strings.
The old man was pulling the strings with all his might.
However, there was only the sound of western music in the entire stadium.
This was not enough. Soon, the old man's erhu stopped again. It was obvious that in the middle of the entire Western symphony orchestra's performance, the old man's erhu only played a few times.
It was as if he was following behind a violin. From time to time, he would try his best to pull it a few times, but in the end, he still could not make any sound in the midst of the Western music.
The erhu remained in the old man's hands for nearly ten minutes.
Finally, the strings of Western music weakened and glided to ease the intense tragic atmosphere.
It also led to the melodious sound of the flute, and the climax weakened.
Then, the cello and the double bass played together with an emotional tremolo that sounded like an inner struggle...
This time, the erhu wasn't playing. It was just a chorus with the supporting characters.
At this point, the shocking " Unfinished Symphony " of Western music ended!
The applause was thunderous!
Su Ming did not raise his hand to clap. Cheng Youlan, who was in front of him, did not clap. All the teachers and students of the Folk Music Department did not clap.
These people were placed in a stadium with tens of thousands of people, so no one noticed them at all.
It was like a Western musician bowing to the audience, and the only old man on the stage holding an erhu quietly stepped down.
Similarly, no one noticed it.
He seemed to know that this applause had nothing to do with him, so he had no reason to enjoy everyone's applause.
However, Su Ming was not.
He kept standing in front of the old man until the old man took the erhu and walked to a seat in the front row.
Then, he took out a piece of cloth that was as white as snow and wiped the erhu in his hand a few times before looking at the stage.
From the beginning to the end, it was as if nothing had happened.
Su Ming did not watch the rest of the program.
He tapped his knees with his fingers.
During this period, everyone's screams and cheers were no longer related to Su Ming.
After knocking on it countless times.
Suddenly, the scene began to erupt with all kinds of noises.
There were screams, jeers, whistles, and scolding.
At the same time, someone was shaking Su Ming's arm.
Su Ming frowned slightly and came back to his senses.
It was the elephant beside him. He pointed at the stage and shouted at Su Ming.
"Ming Ming, it's William King!"
On the stage, William Wang had blonde hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a black tuxedo and holding an ancient violin.
Elegant and handsome.
As for everyone's voices, Su Ming heard them too.
Those who were screaming were probably shouting King William's name, and those who were jeering were probably shouting the grave-visiting prince. At the same time, there was a mix of praise and mockery in these voices.
Both sides seemed to be competing.
William's scream grew louder.
On the other side, the jeers of " go down, go down " became louder.
The Violin Prince, the Violin Prince's voice grew louder.
On the other side, the voices of " Prince of the Grave, Prince of the Grave " became even louder.
Soon, the entire stadium became noisy.
At this moment, William Wang suddenly raised the violin in his hand high up in the air. Then, he gently walked to the microphone stand and said arrogantly,
"Suona player, I know you're below the stage!
Do you dare to go on stage and use an instrument to fight me like a man?”
Instantly!
The screams, curses, jeers, and cheers all stopped in an instant!
Everyone widened their eyes and looked at William King in disbelief.
At the same time, Su Ming's furrowed brows relaxed.
He smiled…
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