newbobooks Chapter 1148 The Mischievous One
Chapter 1148 The Mischievous One
When Su Xing heard the old man carrying the box ask that question, she laughed.
She turned around, put down the flute, opened the box next to her, and took out the erhu.
Many onlookers craned their necks, curiously watching the erhu in her hands.
Most people's attention was on the flute in her hand, and no one thought much of the box next to her.
Now that I look at it, wow, this girl actually brought two musical instruments to the park!
Could this be a descendant trained by a family of traditional Chinese musicians? Or perhaps a university student majoring in traditional Chinese music?
At this moment, Su Xing smiled at the old man who had asked the question and said, "Then let me play a piece for you to listen to?"
The old man said, "Sure, play a bit for me."
Su Xing adjusted his voice and quickly got into character.
As soon as the erhu started playing, the three old men opposite them all laughed.
The old man who played the flute earlier even pointed his finger at Su Xing twice, saying, "You little rascal... you're such a mischievous devil."
The onlookers all thought the piece was very cheerful and fun, and that it made them feel good. They also sensed that the piece must be quite difficult to play.
Even the little girl on the next bench stared wide-eyed at the music.
However, most people don't understand why the old man playing the flute called Su Xing a "mischievous devil".
Someone asked curiously in a low voice, "What kind of tune is that? What's wrong with playing this?"
Someone nearby who knew a bit about the flute explained to everyone: "This piece is called 'Whipping the Horse to Transport Grain,' a flute solo composed by the famous flute master Wei Xianzong in the late 60s. It is also one of the representative pieces of the new school of flute. The status of this piece in the flute is similar to that of 'Horse Racing' in the erhu; both are classic virtuoso pieces."
After hearing this explanation, everyone finally understood why the old man playing the flute said those things about the girl.
A murmur of laughter immediately rippled through the crowd.
"Playing 'Horse Racing' on the flute and 'Urging the Horses to Transport Grain' on the erhu? How did she come up with that..."
"Haha, no wonder the older brothers have such expressions."
"That's quite mischievous..."
After Su Xing finished playing "Whipping the Horses to Transport Grain," another round of applause rang out, but some laughter was also mixed in with the applause.
Once the applause and laughter subsided, Su Xing smiled at the elderly men opposite him and said, "Please enlighten me, gentlemen."
The old man playing the flute started to wake up again, saying, "You little rascal..."
After that, he held the flute to his lips and played the same piece, "Whipping the Horse to Transport Grain."
After the old man finished playing the flute, the onlookers applauded and cheered again.
"it is good!"
"So this is what the flute version of this piece is like!"
"That's a good performance, uncle!"
Su Xing smiled and clapped along with everyone.
The old man carrying the box stared at Su Xing for a while, then suddenly took the box off his back.
He opened the box, and sure enough, there was another erhu inside.
The erhu-playing grandpa walked into the circle.
He looked at the big yellow dog at Su Xing's feet and hesitated.
The little girl on the next bench moved aside and patted the seat next to her, saying, "Grandpa, sit here!"
The old man playing the erhu smiled at the little girl, his eyes crinkling with joy. "Thank you."
He sat down, tuned the erhu, and began to play.
The tune he played was "Horse Racing," the same song Su Xing had previously played on his bamboo flute.
An uncle watching the commotion said, "Hey? That's right, the piece 'Horse Racing' really comes through when played on the erhu or morin khuur."
A woman next to him said, "That girl just played this piece on the flute, and it was really beautiful."
"That's right. When I listen to her play the flute, I can feel the horses running and frolicking on the grassland."
Many people nodded in agreement.
After finishing his performance of "Horse Racing," the erhu master couldn't wait to ask Su Xing, "How was it?"
Su Xing clapped along with everyone else, and when he heard the old man's question, he gave him a thumbs up and said, "Grandpa, you are this one!"
The old erhu player raised his chin proudly and said, "Of course! I've been playing the erhu for many years, and I've always practiced steadily and diligently. We old folks are not like you young people, who are opportunistic and too cunning."
As soon as the old man said this, before Su Xing could say anything, some of the young people in the crowd became unhappy.
"Hey? Sir, isn't your attack range a bit too wide?"
"Exactly, that's called innovation, how is that being opportunistic?"
"Please don't criticize everyone..."
The old man playing the erhu glanced at the young men who were talking and curled his lip in disdain.
Su Xing did not refute the erhu master.
She smiled and began to move her fingers.
She played "Horse Racing" on the erhu again.
She has been practicing "Horse Racing" ever since she started learning the erhu, and it is one of the pieces she plays most well. In addition, she has been learning erhu techniques online from Teacher Jiang in Luoyang.
At this moment, she straightened her attitude and played the piece seriously, using all the techniques that the piece would employ, such as fast legato bowing, third or second trills, plucking, glissando, flying bowing, double strings, and high-pitched glissando with enhanced trills. Moreover, each technique was precise and flawless, and the overall performance was very emotional and highly infectious.
The old man playing the erhu stared wide-eyed, and his mouth involuntarily opened.
The young people who had protested against the old man playing the erhu were now laughing with excitement and pride.
There were many more people recording videos around.
The old man playing the flute whispered to the other old man who hadn't said much, "Old Cai is such a show-off. Well, he's met a really capable junior now."
The old man next to him laughed and said, "It's time to teach Old Cai a lesson."
When Su Xing finished playing "Horse Racing," the applause that erupted around him was more enthusiastic than ever before.
She didn't say anything, first putting the erhu back into its case, then picking up the bamboo flute.
As she began to prepare to play, the applause gradually subsided.
Su Xing began to play "Whipping the Horses to Transport Grain" with focused concentration. This was a piece she had been practicing, and she had long since memorized all the techniques, which had become muscle memory for her.
When she played this piece, she was not only showing off her skills, but also expressing her emotions very much.
The onlookers, listening to her play this tune, automatically conjured up images in their minds:
They seemed to see a grand procession of horse-drawn carts carrying grain rushing forward, the drivers holding long whips, and with a gentle flick, the horses reared up and moved along the country road, the wheels rolling and dust flying.
As they cracked their whips, they joyfully discussed this year's bountiful harvest and looked forward to a better life in the coming year.
The children stood on the sacks on the cart, waving their hands to scare away the greedy sparrows, laughing heartily from time to time.
The climax of the awakening section is the most emotionally charged, with a tight rhythm and an exciting melody. As the tempo increases, flutter tonguing is added to the continuous sixteenth notes, which resemble tremolo.
The audience could almost see the convoy of grain arriving at the grain depot. Their excitement grew, and the grain sacks on the wagons were piled high like small mountains. The staff at the grain depot were also busy preparing to welcome them.
As the awakening process draws to a close, the ending returns to a calmer pace, and the melody slows down.
Everyone seemed to see: as the sun set, farmers, with satisfied smiles, embarked on their journey home. The carriages gradually slowed down, and the horses seemed to slow their pace as well.