Mingyue of the Great Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/   The latest work of Xiangnan Xiaoxiaosheng! Chapter 16 Performance

"Master, the head teacher brought Secretary Zhang from the province here. Have you written the words for him?"

Zhou Nan lazily turned around from the front of the computer and took off his reading glasses. "I've finished writing, go to the study and take that word to them, and I can't go there."

The computer screen is a popular entertainment program in China in recent years. The older he is, the more he likes some noisy programs. Through the screen, watching the young people making fun of themselves on TV, Zhou Nan likes to watch them very much. In order to watch these programs without being harassed by advertisements, he even became a VIP user of several video websites.

He has a lot of money on hand, and he doesn't have to spend a penny on food and drink. He also has a brand new Audi A6 for him to use, and he is willing to spend some small money online.

The divine grandson walked out of the courtyard with the written words. Zhou Nan sat in front of the computer and continued to watch the video. However, a noise came from outside soon, and a noisy loudspeaker sounded.

"The people of the whole country unite... oppose revision, correction, principle..."

"Defeat the capitalists, defeat the traitors...defeat the right, faction..."

Zhou Nan was still wondering, and a large group of people in green uniforms rushed in outside the door. The deputy secretary of the province who was usually harmonious in front of him held a pistol in his hand and pointed at Zhou Nan and shouted: "Catch this spy leader and let him know how powerful the people are!"

Zhou Nan wanted to resist, but couldn't move all over. He wanted to shout, but found that his mouth was blocked.

In panic, Zhou Nan struggled desperately, and then suddenly woke up from his dream...

After wiping the cold sweat on his face, Zhou Nan realized that his right half of his body had been numb due to long sleep. Since he was injured, he has been worried at night, for fear of lying flat and pressing the wound on the back of his head.

It was not until now that I slowly got used to it.

After sitting upright, Zhou Nan found that the sky outside had gradually brightened, but the sun had not yet come out, it should be six or seven o'clock.

In his life in his dream, he hadn't dreamed for decades, so now, he had a somewhat terrifying dream, but it only made him feel a little fresh.

This dream situation will not happen for twenty or thirty years before now, but Zhou Nan believes that this situation will not happen to him again.

After being stunned by the bed for a while, Zhou Nan came to his senses and put on his clothes. He was still not sure whether the earth was the life in his dream, or whether he was the real person now.

Whether in dreams or now, it is real and hard to tell. If it is just real now, then where does the knowledge and experience that comes from in his head come from? If it is illusory now, it will hurt if he pinchs it, and it will be uncomfortable if he is hungry. These are all untrue.

Zhou Nan took down a Taoist scripture from the bookshelf and looked at the cover. This was a book called "Peng Zufang Zhongfa". Without opening the cover, Zhou Nan could clearly remember the contents in the book.

This is not Zhou Nan’s current memory, but his memory in his dreams, because before returning from Europe, Zhou Nan had no interest in other Taoist scriptures except for the guidance method to strengthen his body.

After putting down this book, Zhou Nan took out another book of the Yellow Emperor. After recalling it, Zhou Nan remembered the contents.

Zhou Nan no longer doubted that this was not an illusory life, or that his two lives had been integrated, or just like the rebirth novels on the Internet in later generations, he came to the beginning of his life again, but with memories of later generations.

A cloth bag was taken off the bookshelf, which contained more than a dozen flutes and bamboo flutes. In that memory, he never played the flute since he lost his left hand in 1948 years, but he was able to play the bamboo flute with his left wrist.

He brought his cloth bag to the river far away from the villa, and was also the place where he met Audrey a few days ago. Zhou Nan sat on the big stone.

Although John had a limp one leg, he seemed particularly lively. He held one leg and caught butterflies in the grass. The dew in the morning wet his hair in a short while.

Zhou Nan didn't care about it. Anyway, with Kelly's diligence, he would bathe it every now and then.

After opening the cloth bag, Zhou Nan looked at several bamboo flutes of different specifications, but did not move. In his dream life, he had not touched the flute in seventy years because he lost his left hand in 48 years.

In fact, even the bamboo flute was only able to use the wrists of his right and left hand to meet the performance needs of the six holes after a long period of practice.

In his dream, he had never learned the flute music, so the flute music he knew now was just a few folk tunes and operas. However, he learned at least hundreds of songs in his life, and many of them were classic songs from later generations.

Before he was injured, Zhou Nan preferred flutes because the flutes' tone was crisp, bright and expressive.

However, after experiencing his life in my dreams, Zhou Nan now prefers bamboo flute. This is not only because Zhou Nan meets more flute songs, but in fact, many flute songs can be adapted into flute songs.

Although the volume of the flute is smaller, the tone is also lower. The low volume of the flute is due to the structure of the flute itself. The flute's blowing hole is very small and tilts inward according to the thickness of the tube wall. In this way, when the air flow is large, it will not be blown.

However, the flute is suitable for playing low and euphemistic tunes, sings and distant thoughts, and expresses delicate and rich emotions. Compared with the brightness of the flute, the bamboo flute is more quiet and elegant. With the rich life experience in his dreams, he also likes the expressiveness of the bamboo flute more.

He took out a hole flute and Zhou Nan pulled out a protective inner liner. This was just an ordinary six-diamond bamboo flute, which was also the bamboo flute that Zhou Nan often used in his life.

Because the holes are not far apart, his fingers are slender and pianist, so he can play smoothly with just a little help from his left arm.

Sitting upright on the big stone, facing the slowly flowing river, Zhou Nan played the Spring River Moon Night that he often played.

This song originated from the sunset flute and drum in the Ming and Qing dynasties. It was originally a pipa song. Because of the melody, later generations labeled the name of Spring River Flower Moon Night on the head of this song.

In 1925, this song was adapted into a national orchestral music in Shanghai and immediately became popular all over the country. Whether it is now or in another life, Zhou Nan likes this song very much and does not feel unfamiliar when playing it.

When the melodious sound of the flute was remembered, Zhou Nan was soon immersed in the music.

However, Zhou Nan still found that the impact of his dream life on him still existed because he was used to not using his left hand. However, although this caused inconsistency in several bars, Zhou Nan found that his current performance has changed from proficient to master.

Originally, Zhou Nan only knew how to play or liked to show off his skills, but now, he can easily enable and release the emotions of playing, making the performance more infectious.

After the song was finished, Zhou Nan put Zhu Xiao horizontally in his arms, opened his left hand, contracted it again, and then opened his fingers.

He was becoming increasingly uncertain whether he was reborn or experiencing life in his dreams. It seemed that nothing had changed, but his control over his body actually had another habit of life.

Now he has healthy limbs and his slender fingers are still flexible and free, which can make countless pianists envious, but he himself has no habit of using his left hand.

The life in the dream directly affected his present.

There was a sparse applause from behind him. Zhou Nan turned around and saw two soldiers clapping. Seeing Zhou Nan turn his head, a soldier named Hanmo shouted: "Jonas, your bamboo flute is getting more and more beautiful. I bet that you are enough to hold a personal concert now."

Zhou Nan returned with a smile and said, "When the war is over, I will definitely hold my own concert."

"I'll definitely spend money on tickets, too, because it's worth it."

"No, I will send you tickets then."

He laughed happily, and another soldier named Rennes was sweating all over after a long morning exercise. He wiped his strong and sturdy chest with a towel and said, "Jonas, let's have another song. Listening to such music in the early morning can always make people feel the beauty of life."

"Of course, as you wish." Zhou Nan turned around, rubbed the bamboo flute and thought for a while, and started to blew the British folk song "Scarborough", which is very famous in Europe.

The history of this song is very long, nearly a thousand years away from now. In the ancient tombs of the thirteenth century, there is a complete score of this song. According to the history of British folk songs, the history of this song is even longer.

After entering the 20th century, this ancient song, which has been performed in modern times, burst into vitality again. Because of this song, Sarah Brightman has also become a world-class singer in China.

Many famous domestic artists have also arranged this song, whether it is the guzheng, pipa, flute, or hole flute, there are all adaptations.

When the music sounded slowly, two soldiers with musical literacy immediately listened quietly and became immersed in this charming music.

The music, the river water, and the birds singing in the forest in the morning. Even John seemed to be attracted by the music, stopped in a green grass, stopped and looked at his master, and never cared about the butterflies around him again.

Although this song may not be as good as the Moon Night of the Spring River, because this is a European folk song, almost everyone has heard this song. Therefore, after Zhou Nan finished playing it this time, he found that more people stood quietly by the river.

The applause became even more intense this time. Hammer clapped vigorously and said, "Jonas, is this your adaptation? It's so wonderful. I believe you will definitely become a world-renowned musician."

This time, Zhou Nan used his left hand more effectively and was more satisfied with his performance. He stood up and bowed slightly. "I may become a performer in the future. Who can be sure of the future?"
Chapter completed!