"How?" Wei Ran asked simply.
"Before that, let's solve the sound problem first!" Sui Xin thought for a moment and said, "Go to my dad and ask for a piece of wire, and then a piece of sandpaper."
p>Wei Ran nodded, quickly left the classroom, returned to the first floor to find Uncle Sui who was sitting behind the cashier playing Landlords, and asked for what Sui Xin needed.
The latter happily left the cashier job to Wei Ran, turned around and got into the warehouse on the first floor, and soon got what he needed.
Going back to the second floor with the wire and sandpaper, Sui Xin bent the wire into a hook, and without much effort, hooked out a small ball of rice paper with remaining ink stains from the opening of the resonance box on the back of the guqin.
I unfolded the rice paper and looked at it. What was written on it was "Crossing the Lingding Ocean" by Wen Tianxiang, but looking at the handwriting, I knew that it was probably just a child's graffiti.
The wire in Sui Xin's hand continued to move in the resonance box, and the rice paper balls were unfolded one by one by Wei Ran who was standing aside. Most of the rice paper balls were written with some popular poems. There are even some small animals sketched with a brush. And even those who were watching around could tell that this graffiti must have come from the same person.
After cleaning up all the waste paper, an envelope that was only half the normal size slid out. Seeing Sui Xin holding the envelope and looking at him, Wei Ran nodded quickly. The latter was not polite and immediately opened the unsealed envelope and took out two pieces of rice paper.
Different from the graffiti on the previous scraps of paper, the writing on these two pieces of paper was particularly neat and powerful, but unfortunately, Wei Ran could only understand the slightly larger one. The three words "Guanglingsan".
"This is the subtracted score of Guangling San. It is the most difficult piece of music to learn in Guqin." Sui Xin returned the two pieces of paper and the envelope to Wei Ran, "Where did you get it? "This bed piano?"
"Um...it was given by a friend," Wei Ran answered as he took what the other party handed him. Unfortunately, even with these two pieces of paper in his hand, he I don't know many words.
While he was staring at the paper in his hand, Sui Xin had already rearranged the piano, stretched out his hand and gently plucked the strings that had just been replaced.
As the strings plucked, the thick and long sound echoed in the classroom for a long time, and those watching the excitement also let out cheers of amazement.
"Howl..." Sui Xin muttered in Chinese that only Wei Ran could understand, then plucked the strings and played a particularly beautiful tune.
When the song ended, those idiots immediately clapped along, and several of them even expressed their desire to learn this in a tortoise-like tone.
But Sui Xin turned the guqin over again, pointed to the two lines of English under the word "you" and said, "Wei Ran, the sound of this guqin is much better than any guqin I have ever touched. I think its origin is not trivial, so would you like to take a look at what’s underneath these two lines of English?”
“Yes?No..."
"Probably not." Sui Xin seemed to know what Wei Ran was going to ask, "It takes two lines of English to make it lose value. Just be careful. "
"Then come on" Wei Ran nodded simply.
"Do it yourself" Sui Xin didn't want to directly hand the sandpaper on the table to Wei Ran," Just by looking at the ice patterns on it, you can tell that this piano is not cheap. If I damage it, my supermarket may not be able to afford the compensation if I sell it. "
"What is ice pattern break? "Wei Ran asked with a blank expression after taking the sandpaper.
"It's these lines on its surface"
Sui Xin stretched out her finger and pointed at the densely packed fine details on the surface of the guqin. Cracks, “Only guqins that are more than a hundred years old will have such small cracks. Rather than polishing off that piece of English, destroying these broken lines will really affect its value. "
"There are so many things to pay attention to..."
Wei Ran, who is a complete musical idiot, signaled the people around him to stay away from him, then folded the sandpaper in his hand, He carefully scratched the two rows of English with the edge.
However, he didn't use much force at all. Not only were the two rows of English scratched off by the sandpaper, but even small fragments fell off. /p>
Looking at Sui Xin with a sad face, Wei Ran found that the latter's chubby little face actually showed such an expression, "I guessed it right. "
"Guess what? "Wei Ran asked quickly.
"Continue to scrape off those fragments." Sui Xin didn't say much, but urged Wei Ran to continue.
On the sandpaper After polishing, the small fragments disappeared with the string of English, and then gradually revealed a white word "quan"
Sui Xin took out a small awl from the stationery box. Following the word "spring", he gently stirred and drew out a ball of floc that resembled paper pulp.
"Secret Spring?" Why do you seem to have seen this name somewhere? "
Sui Xin muttered to herself, pushed the wheelchair to the edge of the bookshelf, raised her neck and searched for it, and took it off with the help of a Maozi aunt. A book that was not too thick.
After searching through the catalog, Sui Xin let out an exclamation, then rocked her wheelchair back to the long table and took a look at the guqin as if she was possessed by something evil. Looking at the book in his hand again, the calm face showed a look of growing surprise.
“What’s wrong? "Wei Ran asked nervously.
Sui Xin pointed to the cover of the book in her hand and said, "This book is a modern analysis of "Cang Qin Lu" written by a famous luther player named Yang Zongji during the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China. Version, Yang Zongji is also the founder of the Jiuyi School of Guqin. In this Tibetan Qin Book, there is a record of Youquan's bed Qin. "
Speaking of this, Sui Xin read against the content in the book, "Youquan, Leiyin style, newly made from ancient materials. On the right side of the pool is engraved "Lu'an Qinhua Huo". The sound is so powerful that the player who plays it is so energetic that he cannot let go. Although it is not easy to obtain this guqin,Regardless of the new piano. There are bells in the San, Pan and Press instruments, and the four strings are particularly majestic and profound, which can be described as extremely strange. With such a new instrument, one cannot predict where it will go in the future. "
"That...what do you mean? "Wei Ran asked with a confused look on his face. Although he understood every word of what he had just read, they were connected together like a heavenly book.
Handing the book in his hand to Wei Ran, Sui Xin pointed to the qin on the long table and said, "Leiyin style is the external style of this qin. If you haven't heard of Leiyin style, you have heard of Jiaowei, right?" Jiaowei is also a style of qin. "
"What does it mean after that? "Wei Ran looked at the text in the book and asked.
"Newly made from ancient materials, in words you can understand, it means that this bed qin is made of an older guqin or similar beams or even coffins. Made of old wood such as boards.
As for the following descriptions, simply speaking, they are used to describe the timbre of this piano. San, pan, and pressed refer to the different fingering methods of playing the piano. The phrase "the four strings are particularly powerful" is a key compliment that the four strings of this harp have the best sound, and it is this string. ”
Speaking of this, Sui Xin gently plucked the corresponding strings, and the melodious sound came again. It was as pleasant as the bells in an ancient temple in the mountains.
Gently pressing the strings to stop the sound, Sui Xin turned the piano over again, pointed to the resonance box under the word "Youquan" and said, "This opening is called Longchi. If this bed piano is really that It is recorded in the book, so if it is a little to the right, there should be the sentence "Lu'an Qinhua Huo". "
"What do you mean? "Wei Ran continued to ask.
"Qin Hua is a qin maker under Yang Zongji. "Qin qin" means qin making. Lu'an is this person's ancestral home. "Sui Xin had already realized at this time that Wei Ran was a layman who knew nothing about anything, so he explained in detail.
Seeing the expectant look on the other person's face, Wei Ran thought for a moment and picked up the small table on the table. The awl was inserted into the so-called dragon pool. After some careful scratching, he actually opened up a piece of paper of the same color as the surrounding ones, revealing the "Lu'an Qinhua Hu" that was also filled with paper pulp. "Five words!"
"Wei Ran, I...can I use it..." Sui Xin looked at Wei Ran expectantly.
"That Guangling Powder How about it? "Wei Ran asked with a smile.
"It's a bit difficult, but it shouldn't be a big problem! ”
Sui Xin turned the piano back to the front with extra care this time. She even took out two wet wipes and wiped her hands carefully. She waited until the water stains on her hands were completely dry before gently removing them. He moved the strings and started playing. The people who were watching returned to their seats before the sound of the piano sounded. Some of them were smart and took out their mobile phones to turn on the video recording function.
In the melodious but passionate piano music, Wei Ran was inexplicably reminded of the old man who played "Waltz of the Flowers" on the piano in half an apartment building that might collapse at any time when he returned to the Battle of Stalingrad for the first time. , and the little girl who detonated the grenade, and the sky filled with explosionsFlying fragments of pale blue blanket.
"I should have taken a picture of that little girl..." As Wei Ran sighed with regret, Sui Xin also plucked the last string.
After the song ended, not only those idiots, but even Wei Ran couldn't help but plan to learn the piano - even though he was a musical idiot.
"I can't teach you."
Sui Xin looked at the guqin on the long table with envy, and said with regret, "At least before the Chinese New Year, my class schedule is all arranged. I don’t have time to teach you Guqin at all, and I don’t have Guqin myself, only Guzheng.”
“Um...” Wei Ran scratched his head. Could it be that he had to learn this thing by himself?
As if seeing Wei Ran's difficulty, Sui Xin turned her wheelchair and moved to the bookshelf, pointed to the top row and said, "There are basic introductory textbooks there. If you really want to learn, you can get them. Let's go and take a look. In addition, I can also teach you some simple basic knowledge." "I'll trouble you," Wei Ran quickly thanked him and, under the other party's guidance, put down a few books on the shelf. They were taken down one by one.
For most of the next day, Wei Ran learned some simple fingering techniques under the watchful eyes of a group of idiots. Although it is far from being able to play a complete set of tunes with these alone, at least the sound of plucking the strings is particularly pleasant every time.
Seeing the snow outside the window getting heavier and heavier, and the sky getting darker and darker, Wei Ran insisted on leaving a wad of rubles as tuition, and then met Sui Xin, his father and the With the crowd watching, Mao Zi held the piano case and drove back to the studio.
“I forgot to ask how much this piano is worth.” After Wei Ran closed the rolling shutter door, he later realized that he had forgotten the most important thing.
After thinking about it, Wei Ran gently carried Gu Qin to the long table and let it go. Then he took out his cell phone and opened Culp.
After the call was connected, Culp on the other end asked in a calm tone, "Is something wrong?"
"Teacher Culp, I want to ask where the bed piano came from. Did you buy it?" Wei Ran asked politely. He didn't waste this afternoon, at least until the two times when the guqin was supposed to be a bed instead of a stand.
"Rennes, France, is an underground auction house that specializes in trading stolen art." Culp explained in a calm tone and then asked, "What's wrong? There's something wrong with that piece of Chinese wood?"
p>"It's not a big problem," Wei Ran asked, "What's going on with stealing art?"
"They're just thieves who specialize in stealing antiques," Culp explained indifferently. He said, "That piece of wood was said to have been stolen from England, but I don't know the specific circumstances. I bought it because I thought it was cheap."
"I understand, Culp Teacher, thank you for helping me buy the piano." Wei Ran said politely before hanging up the phone.
"Youquan, that's a good name." Wei Ran murmured to himself and gently plucked the strings. The melodious and melodious sound of the piano filled the studio and did not disperse for a long time.go.