Chapter 143 I’m scared, very scared. (Please subscribe~monthly ticket~)

With Chen Hao's control, the entire group activity ran smoothly.

As Li Shaojie said, the movies played did not focus on "momentum", "heroism", "victory spirit", etc.

Highlight a tragedy.

No matter how miserable it is.

Tragic, miserable.

It's inhumane, it's inhumane, it's inhumane, it's too cruel to see, it's too cruel to hear, it's inhumane, it's cruel, it's cruel and it's unspeakable.

knife!

Straight up the knife!

It's just childish to see a wife and children separated, a husband going on a war trip without any accidents, or a child being stabbed.

It focuses on the misery of ordinary people under the turmoil of war.

It has to be said that in this kind of film processing, various fancy artistic processing techniques are used to magnify this "tragic" and make it unforgettable.

It is not difficult to write a short composition.

But I remember this misery over and over again.

MD really can’t stand it.

Not to mention that the musicians in the band were mentally depressed.

Even Chen Hao, who was in charge of this project, was dumbfounded.

Several times I had the urge to pause.

After three consecutive days of bombing, after seeing more of the tragedy, I somehow became somewhat numb and adapted.

Chen Hao slapped his forehead on the spot.

Good guy! So you have this purpose!!

Immediately afterwards, everyone set off together and arrived at the old revolutionary base of Shandong.

Yimeng Mountain.

After so many years of development and support, the conditions in mountain villages have become good.

Although the place you choose will definitely be a little bit more painful, it's not a big problem to accept it.

In fact, it's not hard. I can only say that I was a little tired, a little bored, and had some troubles with some problems in life.

What's more, Yimeng Mountain is now a 5A-level scenic spot. As long as you leave the village, all conditions are very convenient.

When I came here, I listened to the legends in the village and saw several people from the older generation telling stories about the revolutionary past.

We even came to the place where “Yimeng Mountain Minor” was born.

Experience the "Yimeng Spirit".

Everyone seems to feel different Yimeng spirit.

No matter in wartime, the army and the people are united and have an indomitable fighting spirit.

It is still a new glory bursting out in the ever-changing urban construction.

Establish impoverished mountainous areas into 5A scenic spots.

Yimeng people have come out of the mountains and are shining in various fields.

certainly.

During the war, Yimeng's spirit was always "strong", "optimistic", "struggle" and "resilient".

Shandong big men and Shandong big girls have a kind of drive in their hearts. During this period, countless deeds were born that are passed down to future generations.

After three days of tragic bombing, I came to Yimeng Mountain to relax.

Looking back at history.

Suddenly there was a clarity of "understanding".

Feel the mountains, rivers, red and green world.

It seems that you can vaguely see the black and white Yimeng Mountain during the war.

The contents of the follower's opera range from the breakout of Daqingshan to the Battle of Yuanziya.

Follow the marching route and communicate with villagers near the revolutionary site.

Descendants of Yimeng Hongsao.

The Legend of the Six Yimeng Sisters.

Yimeng mother.

Whether it is Yimeng people or Yimeng affairs.

It deeply shocked the musicians and actors, and gave them a deeper understanding of the work.

In the hearts of the musicians, Yimeng is like a steel seed.

It has been forged and beaten, but it has never been damaged.

The strong ones have braved the rain and dew in the most difficult years and grown into towering trees.

In the darkest years, humanity shines brightly to illuminate a bright road.

When they returned to Shanghai a week later, many people felt like they were reborn.

For a moment, I somewhat understood Li Shaojie's thoughts.

Some things, some people.

Don't you go and take a look.

It simply cannot be performed using musical instruments.

The spirit of Yimeng, especially the protagonist of the opera, the woman of Yimeng, Shandong Danniu.

The musicians and Wang Wenshan had an idea of ​​how to perform this kind of softness on the outside and toughness on the inside, looking at the thick little notebook in their hands.

A week later, I returned to Shanghai.

In the concert hall, the musicians and Wang Wenshan also arrived early.

The first rehearsal and running-in officially began.

Practicing the piano will definitely not let you go through it from beginning to end, let alone an opera like this that is almost two hours long.

According to Li Shaojie's plan, rehearsals also started.

On the first day, the music was not performed in the order in which it was performed.

Instead, abandon the summary of the "overture".

Go directly to the development of events.

Li Shaojie came to the middle of the concert hall wearing a sports suit.

He said hello to Wang Wenshan, smiled, and then stood on the podium.

"Presumably, during this period, everyone's understanding of the work will rise to a higher level. Many people should also understand my intentions."

The musicians nodded.

If you don't understand such an obvious intention, then it's probably worth doubting your own talent.

"Very well, let's open Act 1, Scene 1, and start with the wind instruments."

Li Shaojie picked up the baton and pointed it slightly to the right.

"Euphonium, get ready!"

The euphonium player found his position and began to play while looking at the conductor's gestures.

Can't hear anything.

Just play a bass rhythm.

Just two sounds.

Buzz!

Gone.

But it sounds simple.

"stop!"

Li Shaojie frowned.

"What's the bass for?! Huh? Have you ever thought about it?"

Before the bass trumpet player could say anything, Li Shaojie spoke.
To be continued...