Zhang Qing looked at the four people in front of him as if they had been given blood, and nodded with satisfaction.
In fact, even Zhang Qing himself has no confidence in promoting traditional music. All he can do is to give traditional music a sigh of relief and prevent it from being lost in the long river of history.
He is really old and unable to do many things, and he is in great need of energetic young people to take up his position.
Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Zhang Qing had no reason to stay any longer.
Zhang Qing said a few more encouraging words. Seeing that the fool was almost done, he raised his hand and said with a smile: "You guys work hard, the future of traditional music depends on you. I won't interrupt, I'm leaving.
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Fang Jin looked at Zhang Qing, and then looked down at his own shoes, he hesitated to speak, but hesitated to speak.
He wanted to come up with a song to enlighten the old man, but he didn't know what to say.
Fan Terun appealed to stay: "Lao Si, won't you stay with us?"
Zhang Qing shook his head: "No, you young people are doing things, and I, an old man, get involved. What does it sound like?"
Hearing this, Xie Huangbao on the side was silent.
Can I still be called a young person when I am over forty?
Zhang Qing smiled and walked out of the living room, and several people stood up to see him off.
Just when several people were about to reach the door, Fang Jin suddenly said: "Mr. Zhang, please stay."
After struggling for a long time, Fang Jin finally decided to pretend to be this b.
As we all know, the protagonists are all girls' panties, so how can there be a protagonist who doesn't pretend to be a bitch?
Mr. Zhang, who was standing at the door, turned around in confusion: "What's wrong?"
Fang Jin smiled sheepishly and said, "I recently wrote a song that I would like you to review."
Now that we have decided to make our national style popular in the world, we can no longer hide it.
Zhang Xu on the side raised his eyebrows and noticed the fishy smell.
Oh... Brother Fang is going to start pretending again?
Mr. Zhang's eyes lit up and he couldn't wait to ask: "Is it related to traditional music?"
Fang Jin nodded: "Yes, Chinese melody and ancient lyrics. The description of blue and white porcelain leads to a story about love and separation. As for the music, the introduction uses castanets, pipa, and flute, and the interlude uses guzheng.
, Erhu, when singing, I just use electric guitar, drums and bass... Why are you looking at me like this?"
Several people withdrew their extremely complicated gazes and remained speechless.
If someone else had said this, everyone present would have laughed.
Come on, let’s not talk about the difficulty of integrating these elements. How can a new song be released and not only the music and lyrics have been written, but also what kind of instruments should be used for the soundtrack?
But it was Fang Jin who said this, so they had to consider whether this was a joke or not.
After all, Fang Jin's record is so impressive, almost every song he sings is a phenomenon-level masterpiece that has caused a stir in the music industry.
If it were him, maybe he could really do this...
After hearing Fang Jin's words, Zhang Qing felt as uncomfortable as a cat's claws. He narrowed his small eyes and said, "Do you really mean what you said? Can you please perform it in general first?"
Zhang Qing's impatience is not unreasonable. Because today's traditional music is in great need of fresh blood, the emergence of an excellent new work is undoubtedly an effective shot in the arm.
Others also looked at Fang Jin expectantly.
Master Fang’s new song! Can you not look forward to it?
Fang Jin nodded: "Okay, it's okay to just sing it briefly, but...can we stop standing at the door?"
Hearing this, Xie Huangbao said quickly: "Let's go! Go to the living room, go to the living room."
Several people returned to the living room and sat down on a small bench.
When he heard it was a new song, Zhang Xu took out his phone and turned on the camera, preparing to record it and send it to Kang Jiayu.
Zhang Xu was very emotional. He felt that Fang Jin was an old hen that could lay golden eggs. This old hen also liked to run around and lay golden eggs while running. He was the one who followed the old hen to pick up the golden eggs.
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Fang Jin stood in front of several people, began to adjust his breath, and began to review the song to be sung next in his mind.
"Blue and White Porcelain"
This song, arranged, written, composed and sung by Zhong, Fang and Zhou Zhou, can be said to be a representative of Chinese style music.
The song is tender and simple, with a hint of Jiangnan opera. The exquisite lyrics and retro music form a beautiful masterpiece.
Fang Jin really loves this song so much. In his previous life, as long as Fang Jin wanted to listen to music for entertainment, this song must have existed. After listening to it so many times, he could recite the lyrics by heart.
The few people sitting on the small bench calmed down their excitement and looked at Fang Jin quietly.
After everything was ready, Fang Jin sang directly without any ink:
"The blue and white strokes outlined by the embryo are thicker and lighter, and the peonies painted on the bottle are just like your first makeup..."
As soon as he opened his mouth, several people listening to the song became fascinated.
The melody is clear, translucent and winding, full of endless meanings.
The lyrics are tactful, delicate, yet simple and elegant, making it even more charming and unique.
In front of my eyes, the hazy Jiangnan ink landscape appeared in the mist and rain. Between the budding water clouds, I could vaguely see the beautiful woman in white clothes and her skirts flying.
Close your eyes, it seems like a mountain spring stream flowing quietly on the rocks in the breeze, clear and slightly cool, touching your heart.
In the simple and plain living room, Fang Jin's singing voice floated leisurely:
"The sky is blue waiting for misty rain, and I'm waiting for you
"The smoke from the kitchen is rising thousands of miles across the river..."
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"...The blue and white porcelain passed down from generation to generation is beautiful by itself, and your eyes are smiling."
The lingering sound lingers, and time seems to have traveled to the misty and hazy late autumn, which is sad and beautiful.
Fang Jin looked at the people sitting on the small bench with a smile, feeling very proud of himself.
You scum from another world, let’s indulge in the dimensionality reduction attack of the national style!
After an unknown amount of time, several people opened their eyes and wanted to sigh, but they didn't know why.
It's like a green olive in your mouth, slowly savoring it, feeling numb with thoughts in your heart and full of emotions.
The incomparably beautiful blue and white porcelain seems to be right in front of you, emitting wisps of fragrance, like a dream, intangible, intangible...
Fang Jin looked at Zhang Qing and broke the silence: "Mr. Zhang, how do you like this "Blue and White Porcelain"?"
As soon as the words came out, several people came back to their senses.
Zhang Xu quickly sent the recorded video to Kang Jiayu and typed a message to tell her that it was a new song composed by Fang Jin.
Xie Huangbao was amazed. This song directly broke the ceiling he had set for Fang Jin.
Van Teren frowned and fell into deep thought. He saw something unique in this song, but he couldn't tell what it was.
Zhang Qing looked at Fang Jin and kept nodding, his face full of admiration: "It's very good! This song has a long charm and profound artistic conception. It is a breakthrough combination of pop and tradition, which makes me see a brand new path."
the way."
Hearing this, Van Teren's eyes lit up.
Brand new road!
Fang Jin smiled: "I do intend to open up a new path."
Zhang Qing became interested: "Oh? What road?"
Fang Jin straightened his back: "I plan to use this song as a pioneer to open up a new genre, Xia Guofeng!"
As soon as these words came out, even the bodyguard was attracted by Fang Jin's words.
Several people widened their eyes and asked in unison: "Xia Guofeng?"
"Yes! Xia Guofeng!"
When he talked about this, Fang became excited: "This genre will use some ancient allusions as the creative background, and of course it can be fictitious allusions. The music style will be biased towards the traditional Xia Guo performance, adding some Xia Guo classical instruments to emphasize the prominence.
The beauty of the traditional Orient. I want to use popular rhythms to make ancient melodies full of modernity and help people refocus on the essence of local traditional culture. At the same time, the style and artistic conception of traditional music will also dilute the vulgarity and impetuousness of pop music.
Generally speaking, Xia Guofeng is: ancient poetry, ancient culture, ancient melodies, new singing methods, new arrangements, new concepts..."
Fang Jin kept chattering nonstop, and the people around him were dumbfounded.
Unconstrained ideas, exquisite creativity, and shocking goals!
Zhang Qing was agitated, and he looked at the reserved and humble man in front of him in disbelief, unable to move his eyes away.
After talking for a while, Fang Jin stopped talking when he saw that several people were silent.
Several people looked at him blankly.
Fang Jin scratched his scalp and said awkwardly: "Uh, am I a little crazy?"
Xie Huangbao, Fan Terun, and Zhang Xu said dumbly: "You are not crazy enough, you have to be a little more crazy..."
Zhang Qing didn't say anything, he looked at Fang Jin intently.
He saw a light emerging from Fang Jin, and he saw an unparalleled music master rising.
On the side, Bodyguard A came back to his senses and secretly blamed himself for not being distracted. He took a step forward and whispered to Zhang Qing: "Mr. Zhang, Miss Ai Meng has been waiting for a long time..."
Zhang Qing withdrew his gaze, closed his eyes, and made a decision in his heart.
He said calmly: "Tell that little girl that I have something to do and I can't see her anymore. Let her go back to Meili."
Bodyguard A's mouth twitched: "But... okay."
You old man is a bit ungrateful. Emma Nicole, one of the top ten piano masters in the world, just disappeared after saying she couldn't see him?
Although I am your nominal disciple, I still have to give others some face.
Zhang Qing stood up with some difficulty, walked to Fang Jin, and said seriously: "Xia Guofeng, right? Very good, you have this idea, I very much support it! You can do it boldly, publicity channels, network resources, etc.
Just tell me if you have any difficulties. This matter is beneficial to the country and the people. It not only promotes the traditional culture of Xia Kingdom, but also greatly promotes national cohesion..."
As he spoke, Zhang Qing waved his hand and laughed at himself: "Oh, why did we get involved in this... Anyway, don't put too much pressure on yourself and do your best!"
Fang Jin couldn't laugh or cry.
When this little old man talks about great things, he is like an old sow wearing a fierce mask - one set after another.
Fang Jin said: "I will try my best."
"Yes." Zhang Qing nodded with satisfaction, turned to Fan Terun and said: "Xiao Lun, as for you, you should study more with Mr. Fang and don't hum those nonsense songs all day long. I'll give it to you.
Assign me a homework. This month, compose a song by Xia Guofeng for me. I don’t have to ask for it to be too good, it should be similar to the song "Blue and White Porcelain"."
Fan Teren's eyes twitched: "Lao Si, are you serious?"
Zhang Qing frowned: "What? No confidence?"
Van Teren: "...I will try my best."
Then, Zhang Qing took a deep look at Fang Jin, said a few polite words to Xie Huangbao, and left Xie Huangbao's house.
After getting into the car with a national license plate, Zhang Qing said a place name aloud. The driver nodded and started the vehicle.
In the stable carriage, the thin old man closed his eyes and thought about some far-reaching issues.
He planned to call his old friends to talk and chat together.
Let’s talk about Xia Guofeng.
Let’s talk about a certain young man who is famous...