The computer was placed behind the electric piano. Qi Qingnuo sat next to Yu Xinting, and the two looked at the music score together. Yu Xinting did not start immediately, but first asked Yang Jingxing: "How to play here?"

Yang Jingxing said: "You can discuss it."

Qi Qingnuo was suspicious: "There should be a half-stop here, it should be connected..."

After discussing and recomposing for a while, Yu Xinting began to play a very soft prelude. After about ten seconds, Qi Qingnuo began to sing, ah... um...

Qi Qingnuo's voice is slightly neutral, with a little impurity, but she is already familiar with the melody, and her humming is more emotional. The vocals here can be regarded as instrumental music, playing in harmony with the piano.

As soon as the effect came out, Yu Xinting and Qi Qingnuo knew that Yang Jingxing's simple music structure was not cutting corners. As a novice composer, Yang Jingxing used a lot of various techniques in his previous works, "In the Rain"

The framework of "Scorching Sun" is already relatively large, and "Wind and Rain Together" is even more complicated, but this singing song feels simple and smooth when looking at the score.

Qi Qingnuo's voice was louder at the beginning, but it quickly became lower, and the opening of his mouth was much smaller. Yu Xinting's fingers were even gentler, as if stroking the keys.

Generally speaking, beauty seems to be inseparable from sadness, but in this piece, I feel that it is just beautiful. The beauty is very thorough and pure. The piano accompaniment is written in C minor, beat 42, and Yu Xinting plays it slower and lighter, in harmony.

Qingnuo also became gentler.

It lasted a little more than three minutes, and the ending was played by the human voice. After listening to it, Yang Jingxing applauded: "It's better than I imagined."

Qi Qingnuo licked his lips: "Are we better than you think, or are you yourself?"

Yang Jingxing was shameless: "It's all."

Yu Xinting looked at Yang Jingxing: "Although there is no change, it sounds very good... It feels like... I can't tell."

Qi Qingnuo analyzed: "It's relatively clean...it's more suitable for children to sing."

Yu Xinting agreed: "Yes, yes."

Yang Jingxing became anxious: "You call me naive!"

Qi Qingnuo agreed: "That's right."

Yu Xinting shook her head: "No, it feels very clean...not a child, but a teenager, eleven or twelve years old."

Qi Qingnuole: "It's so accurate... Fu Feirong's singing should be appropriate. Her voice just feels like this. There are a few lines that are particularly good... Just call her a girl, innocent... I miss her so much."

Yang Jingxing said: "Cherish it now."

Yu Xinting giggled.

Next, Yang Jingxing played the piano and asked Yu Xinting to sing again. She was not as good at singing as Qi Qingnuo, but she felt pretty good and seemed a little more childish.

It was ten o'clock, Qi Qingnuo took the time to go home, and Yu Xinting also wanted to go back to the dormitory. Yang Jingxing recorded a piano track and practiced guitar for more than an hour before leaving 402.

Although those who study classical guitar in the conservatory don’t think highly of fingerstyle guitar, the expressive power of any instrument is actually endless, and you can never explore it without playing it. There are also masters of the harmonica. When Yang Jingxing used to play Cinderella, he also

I didn't think anything of it. Now that I know a little bit about it, I realize that I have just started playing fingerstyle guitar and there is still a long way to go. Of course, if you learn classical guitar well, fingerstyle guitar will be easy to do, but classical guitar is as strict as piano.

Accurate, self-study seems unreliable, and Yang Jingxing doesn't have time to study it now.

Yang Jingxing arrived at Fu's barbecue at a quarter past twelve and ordered some late-night snacks. After eating for about ten minutes, Fu Feirong came back on her brother's motorcycle without taking off her makeup.

Yang Jingxing showed the manuscript to Fu Feirong. Hey, girl, a look of embarrassment flashed across her face, but then those tadpoles made her even more embarrassed. After shivering for a long time, Fu Feirong didn't even finish the first place.

The melody of the sentence was pronounced accurately.

The new waiter was two years older than Fu Feirong. He took the time to stand aside and observe, and asked Fu Feirong: "Girl, have you heard of it? Who sang it?"

Fu Feirong shook his head: "Of course not."

Fu Feirong's sister-in-law had a keen eye and asked the waiter to do something.

It seems that Fu Feirong has worked hard to teach herself. At least she knows all the notes in the song. However, the singing score is not smooth and there is no absolute pitch at all. It takes more than ten seconds for her to try to sing a bar of melody.

A rough idea.

Yang Jingxing was not in a hurry, and ate and drank slowly, watching from the side without reminding him. Half an hour later, Fu Feirong finally finished reading several pages of music, and sweat broke out on his forehead.

Yang Jingxing said: "Hum it again."

Fu Feirong hummed again, and it was full of intermittent mistakes, which was really miserable. Yang Jingxing turned on the computer and played the piano melody for Fu Feirong to listen to.

Fu Feirong could at least tell a little bit: "I can sing fast."

Yang Jingxing said: "Give me the mp3 and go back and listen to it more and try to figure it out. Don't worry... This is the melody and this is the accompaniment. When you get familiar with it, you can sing along with the accompaniment."

Fu Feirong's sister-in-law came over and asked, "Does Panpan also want to buy a computer?"

Yang Jingxing said: "It's best to have."

"Buy, buy!" This sister-in-law is very generous.

After Yang Jingxing finished copying, Fu Feirong took the MP3 and listened to it through headphones, then poured beer for Yang Jingxing and said resolutely: "If I can't do it, forget it."

Yang Jingxing said: "I respect your decision, but I think you can do it."

Fu Feirong bit her lower lip: "I'll try my best."

Yang Jingxing laughed again: "Don't be stressed, just sing. Have you ever been afraid before?"

Fu Feirong chuckled: "This is different...do you want anything else?"

Yang Jingxing said no, then insisted on paying the bill and leaving. Fu Feirong chased and asked, "Can I let Sister Ran teach me?"

Yang Jingxing said: "Okay, but what she teaches may not necessarily be the best."

Fu Feirong nodded: "I understand."

On Thursday, Yang Jingxing and Qi Qingnuo continued to enjoy the Hundred Flowers Blossoms Cup. After finishing the vocal music in the morning, they started instrumental music in the afternoon. It was really lively. All kinds of musical instruments were played, and the national drums were beating loudly. The competition is not accepted

Electronic music is registered, so the works of Yang Jingxing and Qi Qingnuo have made changes in arrangement and orchestration. Despite this, there are still some works that are a bit non-mainstream. To say it sounds better, it is experimental. To say it sounds better, it is experimental.

It's real art, not commercial music.

Luo Jiaqian commented on a ten-minute erhu piece: "It's long and boring." The song she wrote herself was played with guitar accompaniment and had a very girly theme. It was gentle and sad all the way. It was neither unpleasant nor excellent, but the author loved herself.

of works, just like parents love their children.

Anyway, after four or five hours of this day, everyone was quite bored except for listening to their own works, but the applause for each work was warm. There were several piano duets and string duets made by professionals.

The ensemble was unanimously recognized, but there was nothing new about it, and it is likely that it will never be performed on a large scale.

It was not until the last session that Yang Jingxing and Qi Qingnuo both felt that the flute solo was good, with a fresh and rich flavor, and it was not out of the mainstream. The introduction to the work said that the author is an old man from the countryside and does not know any theoretical knowledge at all, but the work is still

The regional cultural units helped organize and send them.

It seems that life is really different.

Qi Qingnuo also asked if Yang Jingxing taught Fu Feirong how to sing last night, and what Fu Feirong thought of the song itself, and then said: "She is too pure... Can you tell me what your plans are?"

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Yang Jingxing said: "I have no long-term plans at the moment."

Finally, it was Friday. At noon, Yang Jingxing and Qi Qingnuo ate dumplings together to celebrate the Winter Solstice Festival. Yang Jingxing asked for thirty pork cabbages and Qi Qingnuo asked for fifteen leeks. They even exchanged orders.

There are a total of about ten works in the afternoon, Qi Qingnuo and Yang Jingxing's one after another, but there is no finale. The lineup of "The Clouds Clear and the Fog Disperses" is relatively large, and the folk music part is still there, but the electric guitar and electronic keyboard are missing.

Instead, there are trumpets, trombones and timpani.

Overall, it is a good piece of work, with a clear structure, decent melody, and unconventional orchestration and arrangement, but the overall melody is not particularly eye-catching. The judges also scored based on many factors, and Qi Qingnuo should have the best personal characteristics.

There are relatively high scores.

Next is "Sun in the Rain" by Yang Jingxing. According to the score sent by Yang Jingxing, the event organizer still equipped him with a brass section, a string section, as well as a harp, snare drum, clarinet, and piano.

Not the protagonist.

He Hongchui also told Yang Jingxing that it would be difficult for him and Qi Qingnuo to win an award because of the unconventional and random combination of his and Qi Qingnuo, and the music itself was not formatted enough. When submitting works, participation is also important.

This is just a high school auditorium. There is no particularity in the acoustic structure. The band is relatively thin. There are three trumpets, two French horns, two violins and a viola. The notes played are no longer noticeable to the back row.

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The pretentious conductor who was less than thirty years old obviously didn't bother to deeply understand these so-called works, so he just looked at the scores and let the orchestra finish playing.

Thanks to so many of them, what they performed was not as good as what Yang Jingxing, Qi Qingnuo and Yu Xinting played in 402. The grandeur and agility required by the music turned into a dry and stingy performance here.

Of course, people who heard it for the first time would not compare this version with the version of 402. Several of Qi Qingnuo’s classmates looked at Yang Jing’s courtesy and said that it was good.

Qi Qingnuo said: "This trumpet is not as good as what you play."

There are a few finale pieces at the end, some of which are relatively big, as you can tell by looking at the people sitting in the front row applauding vigorously.

After so many works, the performance was finally finished. Then the business started. The leaders and artists began to speak, summarizing and congratulating the success of this competition. At the same time, the organizing committee began to count the scores of all the works, which will be announced later.

Ranked.

But many people in the auditorium didn't care about the result. It was already five o'clock and they had to go home for dinner. At least one-third of the people left. The remaining people started making a fuss. It was like a cocktail party. Everyone introduced each other and got to know each other.

He Hongchui walked to a position about ten meters away and called: "Yang Jingxing, Qi Qingnuo, come here." Yang Jingxing and Qi Qingnuo hurried over, and the remaining few could only watch. Who let their skills be inferior to others?

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He Hongchui took Yang Jingxing and Qi Qingnuo to the rostrum. Waiting for them was the older generation composer Ding Sangpeng. After shaking hands with the two juniors, Ding Sangpeng first praised Qi Qingnuo and said that she was good at playing folk musical instruments.

We have made a good attempt at innovative breakthroughs, and we must continue to work hard.

The old man was very kind, but he was no longer energetic. Although he spoke clearly, his voice was relatively soft. Qi Qingnuo, who was relatively close, said thank you after hearing the praise and wished the old man good health.

Then came Yang Jingxing, and Ding Sangpeng asked: ""Sun in the Rain" should be a grand work, right?"
To be continued...