On the way back from Yanqi Lake, Yan Qing couldn't flirt with his sweetheart who accidentally chose to sit in the passenger seat. Fortunately, Shao Qing didn't do much nonsense on the way, but told him everything that happened to Zhang Yameng in Shanghai.
The two talked for a while, and Miao Miao, who was riding back and forth in the car, pretended to be mature and pretended to be an old man. This could be regarded as a close call to resolve a matter of concern.
After getting off the North Third Ring Road at Sitong Bridge, Shao Qing first drove Weng Huaijing, who had remained silent throughout the whole process, directly to the downstairs of Courtyard No. 1. Professor Weng didn't ask much about the rest of the itinerary, and turned around naturally after getting off the car.
After blinking, leaving a faint rosemary breeze and endless daydreams to a certain disciple, she turned around and walked quickly upstairs with her handbag in hand.
"Sister Jinger, are you waiting for Brother Qing to practice piano together? Sister Miaomiao just sent me a message. She asked me to send a message. Maybe it's because you didn't look at your phone..."
After returning home and tidying up for a while, she sat down in front of the upright piano on the balcony. Weng Huaijing flipped through a volume of Ming and Qing dynasty novels with one hand. The fingertips of her right hand sometimes wandered and sometimes hovered over the black and white keys. Her phone number was like this
He was casually placed on the piano music stand. Seeing that Professor Weng didn't look like he was going to start practicing immediately, he took advantage of this gap to accompany Zhou Peipei, who had been waiting at home after class. He hesitated and stepped forward to explain something delicately.
The message I just received: "Sister Qing has sent Brother Qing off and has picked up Sister Yuan who has been waiting there for a long time. She must also take her to the Capital International Airport with her. When Sister Meng lands, she says that we have an appointment.
We want to hold candlelight talks at the southern foot of Xiangshan Mountain, so..."
"Oh, that's it, I'm reading "The Biography of Zhu Yingtai", this article..."
Being troubled by her assistant, Weng Huaijing acted particularly calmly and handed the open pages to Zhou Peipei. She was calm and composed and explained slowly: "It was originally included in the biography of Jingxi County, Yixing during the reign of Guangxu. It was the first time that Liang Zhuhua was recorded.
Butterfly’s ending…”
"It turns out that Zhu Yingtai's nickname is Jiuniang. Sister Jing'er worked really hard to practice "Butterfly Lovers" well!"
Narrowing her eyes, Zhou Peipei moved closer to Weng Huaijing and read the 400-word biography carefully. She found that its narrative outline was very close to the love story of Butterfly Lovers circulating in the world:
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Zhu Yingtai, also known as Jiuniang, was the daughter of a wealthy family in Shangyu.
Born without brothers, both talented and beautiful.
When parents wanted to choose a mate, Yingtai said: "My son will go abroad to study and get the ear of wise men and women."
Because of the change of men's clothing, it was renamed Jiuguan.
When he met Liang Shanbo in Kuaiji, he also went on a study tour, so he and he went to the Bixianyan Rock of Shanquan Temple in Yixing, where they built a nunnery to study and lived together.
Three years later, Liang didn't know she was a woman.
Before leaving Liang, he made an appointment: "We can visit each other on a certain month. I will tell my mother that I will be my sister's wife."
In fact, I promise it with my body.
The Liang family was poor and shy.
His parents have the English-Taiwanese name Ma Shizi.
In the Later Liang Dynasty, he was ordered by Yin, and he went to Zhu's house to consult the nine officials.
The boy in the family said: "My family only has nine mothers, but no nine officials."
Liang Jingyu begged to meet him as a classmate.
Yingtai Luo fan covers his face, he was just born and bowed.
Liang regretfully died and his last words were buried at the foot of Qingdao Mountain.
Next year, Yingtai will return to the Ma family, and Zhouzi is ordered to take a roundabout way to get there.
When the time came, there was a strong wind and waves, and the boat was anchored.
In front of Yingtai Nai Zaoliang's tomb, he cried uncontrollably. The ground suddenly cracked and he fell into the tomb.
The embroidered skirt and silk skirt turned into butterflies and flew away.
Prime Minister Xie An heard about this incident in the court and asked to be named a righteous woman's tomb. This was also the current affairs of Yonghe in the Eastern Jin Dynasty.
During the reign of Emperor Qihe, Liang Fu showed supernatural powers and assisted in the war. Some ministers built a temple in Yin to worship Liang Zhu.
The residence where he studied was called Bixian Nunnery.
During the Yuan Dynasty of the Qi Dynasty, it was renamed Shanquan Temple.
There is a stone carving behind this temple with a large inscription "Zhu Yingtai Reading Place".
There is a lining in front of the temple and the name of the village is Zhuling.
When the azaleas bloom in the mountains, there will always be big butterflies flying together. According to popular legend, they are the souls of two people. Today they are called big colorful butterflies, and they are also called "Zhu Yingtai" clouds.
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"Butterflies dance in the mountains, and flowers bloom, thinking of jade beauty. This famous line about Yingtai turning into butterflies was written by Xue Jixuan when he visited Zhuling Mausoleum in Yixing..."
Influenced by Weng Huai's recent diligent study of "Butterfly Lovers", Zhou Peipei, who was filled with many emotions, read Zhu Yingtai's biography. While being moved by the sincere and unswerving love between Butterfly Lovers and Butterfly Lovers, she also aroused some interest in searching. She leaned against the piano.
She held her chin in her hands and asked Professor Weng for advice with a naive look on her face: "But Zhu Yingtai's biography also said that Jiuniang is from Shangyu and loves Sister Jing'er. Isn't this contradictory?"
"The title of the poem is "Visiting the Shanquan Cave in Zhuling", and the bamboo characters have been verified by predecessors as Zhu and Peipei. In fact, the controversy over Zhu Yingtai's household registration and the site of his mausoleum goes far beyond Yixing and Shangyu..."
Obviously Professor Weng has studied the Liang Zhu culture with great concentration. She pointed to Zhou Peipei like a treasure trove: "Seven places such as Runan, Shucheng, Qingshui, Hejian, Jiangdu, Qufu and Jiayang also claim to be the orthodox origin of the Liang Zhu story.
land."
"Sister Jinger, after reading this biography, are you also inclined to believe that the legend of the Butterfly Lovers originated in Yixing?" She didn't know what she was speculating in her heart. Zhou Peipei asked with interest: "What about Brother Qing? What did he say?"
"After countless versions of adaptations and word-of-mouth transmission, Butterfly Lovers has long embodies the collective wisdom and yearning for love of thousands of Chinese people..."
It was clear that they were asking for their respective opinions, but Weng Huaijing naturally gave only one answer and handed the book to Zhou Peipei. Professor Weng raised her hand to take the phone, and while flipping through Miao Miao's news, she continued to add: "As for the exact origin
There are so many other reasons involved that it doesn’t matter to us.”
"The reason why there is a dispute over the place of ownership is because each place wants to take the cultural tourism value derived from the Butterfly Lovers culture as its own, or to maximize its benefits?"
Zhou Peipei took the novel and held it in her arms. She said with a smile as she understood everything: "It's no wonder that literati throughout the ages are willing to endorse certain things that are based on speculation."
"Hearing both will bring enlightenment, believing only half will bring darkness..." After reading the message, Weng Huaijing unconsciously curled up a slight smile on her lips, but quickly restrained it and did not reply to Miao Miao. She directly put the phone back on the music stand and sat on the piano bench again.
After sitting upright, Professor Weng thought about it and added another sentence: "What you believe is your eyes, but your eyes are still untrustworthy; what you rely on is your heart, but your heart is still not trustworthy..."
"Those who believe must listen; and listening, especially cannot be trusted. As the name implies, seeing is necessary to believe, and hearing is not enough to be believed..."
Nodding obediently, Zhou Peipei, who seemed to understand what she heard, tried to interpret Weng Huaijing's quote from "Lu's Spring and Autumn". If she had some insights, she said: "Sister Jinger is teaching me to see the essence through phenomena, just like today's whisper
There is a reason for that farce. The extremely high popularity of the stack is actually just to cover up other things. Sister Meng'er even sent a message on Weibo before boarding the plane. Sometimes what you see may not be true, let alone what you hear."
"By the way, Peipei, please help me reply to Xiaomiao and tell her that it doesn't matter. Lao Zhang really needs someone to accompany him at this moment..."
Looking at Zhou Peipei with raised eyebrows, Weng Huaijing glanced at the little girl who looked distracted, with a slight smile in her eyes. She asked in a calm tone that seemed to be unintentional: "Oh, and what else did Xiaomiao say to you just now?"
Well?"
"Ah... She seemed to have mentioned that she heard Brother Qing just entering the backyard and seeing the Bösendorfer grand piano in the glass piano room let out a huge cheer. Even Sister Qing, who was smoking against the car door, heard it. I
Read it to you..."
As Zhou Peipei spoke, she clicked on the message sent by Miaomiao. She repeated it word for word: "...It's a pity that I couldn't take a photo of it. Brother Qing must really like those gifts! Sister Xianlin's integrated mixer
He had been thinking about the audio workstation for a long time, but I was never willing to buy it..."
"Is there anything else?" As she listened, Weng Huaijing unconsciously turned to look at Zhou Peipei, her green-white fingers intertwined and gently twisted, she leaned forward and raised her calves, her nine-point jeans were stretched straight by her straight legs and swayed slightly.
Her feet were rippling in her cotton slippers.
"Also, one more thing: Peipei, please remember to help me express your merits to Sister Jing'er. I want to file a lawsuit against Sister Qing..."
Zhou Peipei smiled sweetly at Weng Huaijing's unintentional expression of her daughter's attitude, and continued to read as if inspired: "She bullied me again, saying that if our family can't accommodate two Royal Triangles in the future, you will kill me, Lao Zhang
And Yuan'er rushed to go somewhere else..."
"Stop it, Peipei, it's okay~ I have received this, Xiaomei..."
Weng Huaijing, who could no longer hide Yue Ya'er's smiling eyes, suddenly turned red in the face. The embarrassment made her almost stand up and sit down again. She almost kicked off one of her cotton slippers. She was no longer elegant. Secretly, she bit Weng into pieces with her silver teeth.
The professor finally scolded in a sweet voice: "She and Shao Qing are both talking nonsense!"
"Hey, why did Sister Qing send me a voice message while driving..."
Fortunately, several message ringtones came from the phone one after another, so Zhou Peipei didn't notice Weng Huaijing's shy expression. After listening to the voice, she looked at Professor Weng who had restored his calm posture and reported: "Say this.
I’ve been working hard for a while, so I have to organize a ladder to reward everyone. Let me go to Xiangshan Yishu first. I have already called the service provider to host the party. She is afraid that the housekeeper will not be able to receive it, so I have to go out immediately..."
"Then you should go quickly and pay attention to safety..."
After turning around gracefully, Weng Huaijing faced the piano again, put her fingers back on the keys, pursed her lips slightly to hide Hui Gan's smile, and deliberately said in a cold and cold voice: "I want to practice the piano first."
"Okay, I might have to spend the night there. I have to tidy up a little. Are you in such a hurry? The car has been called for me..."
Some time ago, when filming "Moonlight Sultry" and recording songs, Zhou Peipei often went to Shao Qing's place. She was already familiar with the place. The change in Weng Huaijing's tone did not arouse the assistant's suspicion. She put away the phone and picked it up again.
Her neverfull handbag was on the sofa, and the piano of "Butterfly Lovers" played slowly. As she packed the overnight necessities in the bag, she muttered softly: "Why did Sister Miao Miao call me a little light bulb? I'm in the way.
Return the troops quickly and quickly."
Although the urging was a bit unreasonable, it was very effective. Soon Zhou Peipei packed up and said goodbye softly to Weng Huaijing, who was warming up with an excerpt from "Butterfly Lovers". After that, she pushed out the door and took the special car arranged by Miao Miao.
To the west is Xiangshan outside the Fifth Ring Road.
Weng Huaijing's somewhat belated piano practice trip tonight was actually not much different from her usual days. After Zhou Peipei left the house, she switched from "Butterfly Lovers" to the regular practice repertoire to hone her even and smooth arpeggio skills.
Starting with "Piano Fluid Etude" by Chenier op.849-15.
"It's all Shao Qing's fault. Just send Peipei away. Why did you call Xiao Miao away as well? I have no eyewitness and I can only rely on guessing. He must have started with this song..."
Chen Nier op.849-15 is the first etude written by Yan Qing and Weng Huaijing. It can be regarded as her most proficient piece in Chen Nier's massive practice library. Professor Weng's left and right hands quickly moved freely and freely on the black and white keys.
With her falling fingers, she alternately played a series of sweet arpeggios like a broken silver vase in an agile and precise manner. She still had the energy to let her thoughts fly towards someone.
"Every time after honing his arpeggio skills, he is used to doing a quick drop-touch key training, no. 16? 31 or 36? If he is playing his favorite Bösendorfer, he will most likely try the latest one first.
This is the fast one! Not the three most difficult ones..."
Weng Huaijing, a moderately enthusiastic player, also came to a conclusion about the following etudes. Her finger lifting speed suddenly increased, and the repertoire was switched to "Piano Rapid Etudes", which requires an average of 132 dotted quarter notes to be accurately played per minute.
Seoul op.299-11.
"The next step is to practice finger dexterity. He once said that my biggest problem is granularity, that is, the rhythm gap between one note and another and the uneven control of the intensity of the timbre..."
Yan Qing: "There will always be a certain time difference between the release of the previous key and the touch of the next key, which will cause granularity."
First love: "It's so difficult. The long string of fast scales with soft timbre is completely contrary to the graininess. No one can do it!"
Yan Qing: "Xiaoge, when you practice the perfect connection between the key release and touch of the op.740-49, there will definitely be no more graininess in the sound."
Turning on the dual-tasking mode, Weng Huaijing was practicing the piano while her thoughts were wandering in her memories. The etudes just followed Yan Qing's voice in her mind and naturally transitioned to the ""
The Art of Light Fingers" Chenier op.740-49.
"The rest will be simple, 399 will remain unchanged forever plus a Liszt super skill."
After a precise and elegant silver vase burst out of the water, and big beads and small beads fell onto the jade plate, Professor Weng moved his arms and fingers with ease and gradually exerted force from the low range of the keys, playing the song "Etude for Improving the Skills of the Left Hand"
Neil op.399 is just like the lightning and thunder that sounds when a heavy rain suddenly stops, sweeping in a low and powerful center of gravity storm.
"Which song should I choose for my super skill? When I was dubbing in Fuso, I lamented the lack of the link of mother-in-law teaching my son. I shamelessly said that I regretted not being able to embed the Snow Angel scene in "Laughing East". He would
Are you currently filming "Chasing Snow"?"
After a turbulent storm, Weng Huai, who was thoughtful, cast a longing glance somewhere outside the window. At the same time, his right hand quickly touched the keys in the C area in a series of short and powerful keys, playing a clear and ethereal melody.
If the continuous vibrato in the bass at this time is like snowflakes flying all over the sky, then this simple and fresh melody in the high range is like focusing all eyes on the perspective of a snowflake, which follows the airflow in the air.
Rotate, fly.
The turbulent melody is like gusts of wind, which continuously collects the flying snow and throws the snowflakes higher and higher into the sky. As the theme phrases are repeated, they float leisurely and repeatedly. Weng Huaijing's left and right hands move from left to right.
The right player quickly climbed over the keys and pulled out two strings of rapidly ascending scales, which were like rising airflow, raising the piled snow on the ground high again and throwing it back into the air, and then a series of eloquent notes were as clear as crystal.
Snowflakes chase each other, playing and dyeing the cold world into white and clear.
The wind is getting thinner and the snow is about to subside. After the wind and snow, only the last two ethereal chords are left in the vast white sky and earth.
The aftertaste of Chasing Snow lingers in my ears, just like Weng Huai's wandering thoughts, and it lasts until a slight beep comes from the mobile phone on the music stand.
［boesendorfer 290 Royal Grand Triangle is indeed the piano of dreams. I also saw Jean-Baptiste vuillaume’s 1864 replica Paganini cannon hanging on the wall, augspurger classic 215h embedded passive monitor speakers, the one in the control room
The same stagtec workstation as Ji Xianlin’s...Help, Buzz, the stars in the sky you gave me knocked me out!]
The news naturally came from someone Yan, and Weng Huaijing's guess was correct. After returning home, Yan Qing was really obsessed with the all-black Bösendorfer Royal Grand Concert Piano that she asked Shao Qing to buy.
"Even if the sky is full of stars, it is still not as good as crossing the vast expanse of stars..."
Weng Huaijing, who was still immersed in the state of "Chasing Snow", murmured and edited a message to reply: "So, which songs did you just practice?"
The news from Yan Qing also came back quickly: [czerny op.849-15, op.299-11, op.740-49, op.399, franz liszt-etudes d'execution transcendante s.139?chasse-neige
, Xiaoge, I took off the violin. I really want to try the effect of the replica cannon. How about we combine the video with a short section of Butterfly Lovers?]
to_Dengtuzi: [Okay, wait for me~]
Xiang Ding smiled shyly, their waists touching each other as if they were drunk, s.139?chasse-neige, also known as "Chasing Snow". After seeing the news, Weng Huai's cheeks turned a blur of drunken red, and he straightened his mobile phone.
After placing it on the music stand and tidying up her appearance in front of the front camera, she was so excited that she took the initiative to initiate a video invitation.
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Weng Huaijing and Yan Qing are here to wish everyone a happy New Year and good luck in the Year of the Ox.