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Volume 1 Qizi Chapter 95 Steal a song and fill in the hole

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    Although he had not read Freud's book, as the only person in the world who had memories of the underworld, Chu Mingqiu did not dare to disbelieve in dreams. After thinking about it for a long time, he suddenly thought that he had forgotten to inform someone.  It is his piano teacher - the fairy sister Zhuang Jingyi.  Chu Mingqiu's feelings for Zhuang Jingyi are very complicated. Zhuang Jingyi not only taught him piano for more than three years, but also taught him English for three years and music theory for three years. He had to admit that these three years were better than the four years of music school in his previous life.  There are more, and I am very grateful to her.  "But Zhuang Jingyi is different from Wu Feng, the sixth master, and also different from Bao Demao. These people are either cunning or cunning, or they see through the world, and they are wise enough to protect themselves in any movement.  Chu Mingqiu had long discovered that Zhuang Jingyi was not only beautiful, but also very courageous. She was deeply influenced by the West and had a strong personality and a firm mind. She firmly opposed Chu Mingqiu's martial arts practice. She quarreled with Wu Feng more than once and scolded Wu Feng for being ignorant of civilization.  The barbarians were not polite to Liu Ye at all, calling him an old feudal.  Zhuang Jingyi was planning to get married during the May Day holiday and had been busy with this matter some time ago. But when things came to a head, her boyfriend's father suddenly became seriously ill. Her boyfriend was a filial son and rushed to Dalian. Her parents wrote a letter asking her to go abroad again, and she also  She refused again, and the wedding date was postponed unknowingly.  Chu Mingqiu hadn't seen Zhuang Jingyi for more than 20 days. During the May Day holiday, she came to take a class. During that time, Chu Mingqiu practiced Iron Sand Palm to a "bloody" level. After she saw him, he went berserk again.  , strongly protested to Wu Feng and Liu Ye, asking them to stop training Chu Mingqiu, and then stopped the class until Chu Mingqiu's injury on his hand healed.  During this period of time, Chu Mingqiu¡¯s hand healed, was injured, and healed again.  However, Zhuang Jingyi's protest still had some effect. Liu Ye worked hard to develop a prescription that allowed Chu Mingqiu to soak his hands every day.  Chu Mingqiu¡¯s progress is astonishing. Now he can easily break a brick. Wu Feng told him that this is just the beginning. After practicing the iron sand palm to a very advanced level, he can break eighteen bricks with a single palm.  Eighteen pieces of bricks, stacked together almost one meter high, could be broken with one palm strike. This made Chu Mingqiu speechless. He asked Wu Feng how many pieces of bricks he could break, but Wu Feng just smiled faintly.  Zhuang Jingyi is a devout Christian and firmly opposes violence. Ever since she learned that Chu Mingqiu practiced martial arts, she consciously taught him some Christian thoughts, seemingly hoping to use this method to resolve the violent factors in his heart.  Based on intuition, Chu Mingqiu felt that Zhuang Jingyi might not be as quiet as Chu Mei, and might have already gone crazy at the conservatory.  After breakfast the next day, Chu Mingqiu did not go to school, but ran to the Conservatory of Music with his camera. Classes at the Conservatory of Music had resumed, and the atmosphere in the college was not as strong as that of the Diyuan.  The students who were in class had already gone to class, and the students who were sleeping in were still sleeping. No one in the school paid attention to Chu Mingqiu. He walked around the school three times and found the "Democracy Wall". There were not many big-character posters on the Democracy Wall. Chu Mingqiu  Mingqiu counted a little and found that there were only more than seventy big-character posters, which were neatly lined up on the wall.  Chu Mingqiu only looked at the title. The political atmosphere of the Conservatory of Music was much lower than that of the district college. There were very few concerns about the country and the people. It was mainly about music and the vital interests of students.  Chu Mingqiu only saw two dazzling ones, one about music teaching; the other declared that music has no borders.  Based on instinct, Chu Mingqiu approached the article "Music Without Borders". He did not read the content, but looked directly at the author below. As expected, it was his teacher Zhuang Jingyi, and the name of another person.  Chu Mingqiu's heart suddenly sank. Although he was mentally prepared, he was still a little panicked. He looked at the big-character poster blankly. It took him a while to concentrate, and he read the contents of the big-character poster carefully.  The big-character poster was not very long, only about 2,000 words. Chu Mingqiu read it quickly, but after reading it, he felt even heavier. The most terrible thing about this article was that it raised doubts about the speech at the Yan'an Forum on Literature and Art.  , believes that music is just pure beauty and has no class character. The origin of music in the East and the West comes from the folk and the working people, and there is no class distinction.  The article lists the musical elements that Strauss, Beethoven, Tchaikovsky, etc. obtained from their respective nationalities. These musical elements are religious and folk life. There is no class in these elements. The so-called class is just the post-modern culture.  divided by people.  Chu Mingqiu shook his head, raised his camera and took a few photos of the Democracy Wall, and then walked aimlessly on the campus.  Chu Mingqiu can only pray secretly now that this rectification movement will end like this.  One Zhuang Jingyi and the other Yue Xiuxiu are both in danger now.  No matter who he hurts, Chu Mingqiu will feel heartbroken.  A soprano was singing from the classroom next to her, and Massenet's Meditations was playing from the classroom above. A group of students passed by while chatting and laughing. Chu Mingqiu stood aside and had no intention of taking secret photos. In fact, thereThere are two girls here who are quite pretty.  "The five-star red flag is fluttering in the wind, and the victory songs are so loud; Singing our dear motherland, we will be prosperous and strong from now on. Singing our dear motherland, we will be prosperous and strong from now on. " Chu Mingqiu stood outside the building, watching.  The choir was rehearsing in the classroom, and the person playing the piano in front was Zhuang Jingyi. Zhuang Jingyi was smiling, and her fingers struck the keys nimbly, and a string of majestic notes flew out from her fingers.  "It's this song again," Chu Mingqiu was a little bored. He thought of the red song contest in his previous life. He even practiced a lot of red songs, and this world is almost all red songs. Occasionally, someone quietly sang "Night Shanghai" at night.  This kind of decadent sound from the 1930s and 1940s.  In fact, Chu Mingqiu really wanted to copy a few songs, but he was not sure whether these songs had appeared or not, so he went around collecting sheet music, buying them in bookstores, and listening to the radio. Now, he could be sure that those songs had not appeared.  But there are still a few old songs that he can't decide on, such as "The Sea Sails Depends on the Helmsman". This song is very famous, and in this era, it will definitely become popular. He plans to take it out at some point and get some for himself.  point.  "Let's see if this song can save her fate. If it doesn't work, there is nothing we can do." Chu Mingqiu made up her mind and took a risk to give this song to Zhuang Jingyi. If it can change her fate, just  It depends on her fortune.  After the rehearsal, Zhuang Jingyi came out of the classroom happily. She didn't care about the eyes behind her. This was not the case before. Every time after class or rehearsal, there were always students surrounding her. But since she posted that big letter  After posting the second photo, there were fewer people around me. After posting the second photo, the people around me disappeared, leaving me alone.  "Teacher Zhuang." Zhuang Jingyi looked up and saw Chu Mingqiu carrying a camera. He was dressed like a photographer, with a peaked cap on his head.  "What's the matter? You look unhappy. Could it be that you can't stand that sadist anymore?" "That's not the case. I wrote a song. It's a pretty tune, but I still feel something is wrong. I want to ask the teacher for help."  Zhuang Jingyi stopped and looked down at Chu Mingqiu, with a surprised look on her face: "You can also write songs, show me." Chu Mingqiu looked around sheepishly, and the students passing by were looking at them curiously.  They, he took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Zhuang Jingyi.  "What is this?" Zhuang Jingyi murmured and unfolded it. She glanced at it and couldn't help but exclaimed: "That's it. Is this considered lyrics? I said you have been studying for so long and you can write something like this." Chu Ming  It's already autumn, but this is the most famous red song, a classic song, but in this girl's eyes, it looks like garbage.  Before he could refute, Zhuang Jingyi nodded: "Well, that's right. This is in line with your experience. This kind of children's song is just right." Chu Mingqiu just breathed a sigh of relief, but Zhuang Jingyi shook her head again: "Hey, you are only old enough to learn it.  You're flattering me, this is not good." Chu Mingqiu's head drooped and he looked at Zhuang Jingyi sadly: "Teacher, don't hit me like this. This will cause a shadow in my heart. I will grow up to be a crooked melon and a bad jujube in the future.  "Hahaha," Zhuang Jingyi couldn't help but be happy: "Okay, you still have to rely on me, you little scoundrel."  Written with infinite love." Chu Mingqiu looked at her seriously, his brows full of holiness.  "Hey, look at you, how do you look like a revolutionary martyr?" Zhuang Jingyi smiled and pinched his nose while he was not paying attention: "Okay, I promise you, you can come and get it in two days."  Shaking his head, he pulled out another piece of paper: "Teacher, I composed this. I always feel that it's not very ideal. Please give me some advice." He didn't dare to let her do it completely. This had to create a different flavor.  So he made some modifications to the original score, exposing some flaws, and asked Zhuang Jingyi to change it again. When signing in the future, just write Zhuang Jingyi's name at the back.  Zhuang Jingyi took the music score doubtfully, looked at it, nodded slightly in approval, then frowned and relaxed her brows from time to time.  This is what Chu Mingqiu admires most about Zhuang Jingyi. She can joke with you one minute and focus on her work the next minute without any transition between the two.  Looking at her focused face under the sun, Chu Mingqiu couldn't help but think of a saying: Men at work are the most beautiful. In fact, this sentence is also suitable for women.  The music score was not long, so Zhuang Jingyi read it quickly, put it into her music folder, told Chu Mingqiu to follow me, and led Chu Mingqiu forward. Her steps were not big, and Chu Mingqiu moved effortlessly.  Followed.  Crossing a small road, a row of bungalows appeared in front of her. Zhuang Jingyi opened the room in the middle.?The room is not big, only about ten square meters, and the furnishings are very simple. There is a piano in the front near the blackboard, and seven or eight chairs scattered in the back. The blackboard has the staff from the last class drawn on it.  "There is something wrong with your music score." Zhuang Jingyi opened the cover of the piano and put the music score on it: "Originally, you used 42 beats, like a march, which is very good and fits the rhythm and meaning of the song, but why do you  Want to change? Why should it be changed to 43 shots? You shouldn't make such a common sense mistake." At this point, Zhuang Jingyi turned to look at Chu Mingqiu. Chu Mingqiu was shocked, and the expression on his face suddenly changed.  Feeling shy, he scratched the back of his head bitterly: "Teacher, I want more variety." Zhuang Jingyi shook her head slightly: "You, you are biting off more than you can chew. A song only has one main theme, which is actually quite good.  , after your change, it becomes messy. Look at this, it's better to play it with suona. How can you make it into a symphony?" Chu Mingqiu burst out laughing. Zhuang Jingyi shook her head again and stopped.  Criticizing him, his fingers tapped on the keys, and familiar music sounded. The melody was solemn and smooth. But after a while, the solemn melody became like a cheerful stream meeting a rock, becoming obscure and difficult, and was interrupted from time to time.  A few noises.  Zhuang Jingyi stopped, thought for a while, picked up a pen and made changes on the music score, and then played and made changes again. Chu Mingqiu brought a chair for herself, rode the chair upside down, leaned on the back of the chair, and looked at her beautiful back.  , my mind is filled with endless reveries.
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