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Chapter 161 Musical Talent x Guqin Inheritor 1

The lights in the advertising booth are bright and clear.

Although the artificially built Qushui Lanting is a bit artificial, the musical instrument sounds that flow out from it from time to time are elegant and natural.

The camera moves forward and the woman beside the piano lowers her head slightly.

The light fell along her smooth and white forehead, her slender brow bones, and her facial features, which were three-dimensional and cold as if they were carved out. Her skin and bones were both impeccably beautiful.

The camera inevitably favors her until the piano music officially starts.

There was an ancient zither placed on the table in front of her. The body of the zither was rigorous and simple, and the old paulownia wood on the Dragon Pond and Phoenix Swamp had cracks that looked like flowing water.

Anyone who knows the subject can tell at a glance that this piano is very old.

The artistic conception of each pianist's piano music varies due to his or her personal technical habits.

The style of the Sushan School is unique in its elegance and remoteness.

On the seven strings, the woman's right finger hooks, picks, rubs and pinches, and her left finger plays the tune.

The sound of the earth is deep, the sound of the sky is elegant, the ancient sound is thousands of years old, and the melody is as solid as a rock!

Everyone's mind was immersed in the music of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and their hearts and souls were sublimated between the sounds of the piano.

The echoes last for thousands of years, and the lingering sound lingers in the air.

Even those who don't understand can't help but appreciate it quietly.

After the song ended, there was silence for a few seconds.

Chun Nianren withdrew his hand.

An expert can tell whether it is good or not at the first try, and there is no need to record it a second time.

The staff of the National Qin Academy came up to collect the piano as soon as possible, and their movements were very cautious and careful.

It is said that there is a destiny between a zither player and his zither. The zither played by Chun Nianren is called Zhongli. In order to shoot the cultural promotional video "Meet Intangible Cultural Heritage", the station specially went to the National Guqin Museum and borrowed a first-class cultural relic.

Many years ago, Ms. Chun Luyi, Chun Nianren’s grandmother, donated a Tang Dynasty zither to the museum.

If Chunnianren had not been invited this time, Guoqinyuan would not have agreed to lend it for the filming.

Before leaving, the people from Guoqin Academy came over and said hello to Chunnian.

After filming the pieces, there were also interviews about guqin culture.

During the interview, Chun Nianren also expressed his hope that more young people would pay attention to guqin art and intangible cultural heritage.

After it was over, the director walked over with a cold expression.

"Now that the shoot is over, you can change back into your own clothes and take a taxi and leave."

A little polite but not much.

This kind of station works hard to produce task films in response to the literary and artistic propaganda guidance from above, but they don't get much money.

Chun Nianren frowned, with a faint smile on his face. He took off the microphone with his slender white fingertips and handed it to the staff member who was ready to interview.

When the production team contacted the school, they made it clear that it would be free of charge. Since this was a promotional video about the national intangible cultural heritage, Chunnianren agreed.

Unexpectedly, the crew was so rude.

The young lady who was preparing for the interview was also a little embarrassed, and couldn't help but stare at Chun Nianren's face.

Seeing her calm and composed, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, she is such a beautiful and kind person, she is worthy of being a teacher, she has such a good temper.

Chun Nianren noticed her gaze, curled his lips, nodded at her, and turned to go to the dressing room to change clothes.

Miss Beicai clenched the wheat in her hands, thinking that when Chunnian didn't smile, she always gave people a feeling of coldness and alienation as if she was keeping people away from her, but this smile was like the warm moonlight.

so beautiful.

Chun Nianren walked out of the dressing room very decisively.

She came alone, without an assistant, and no one from the crew was in charge of her.

After she left, the director was still scolding people impatiently.

"You should be more diligent since you know you are an intern. After you have finished the interview, why don't you prepare for the next filming?"

"Sister Su, don't I need to see Teacher Chun off?"

"What teacher? She's just an ordinary student recommended by the music school. She's lucky to be given a chance to participate in the filming. Are you still going to treat her like a top star?"

"But just now... I heard people from the National Qin Academy call her Professor Chun..."

Upstairs from the advertising studio is the studio where the hit show “The Singer” is recorded.

In the singer's personal lounge, the young man sitting on the sofa has a noble temperament and is praised for his model-like facial features, which always attracts people to stay on his face.

He crossed his long legs, his black satin shirt was shedding light, and his white trousers had long rope tassels hanging down the sides.

His cuffs are decorated with ink-colored crystal embroidered landscapes, giving him a starry look without losing his ancient charm.

His agent stood opposite him with a serious expression, his hands on his hips, walking back and forth, obviously very angry.

"It's all my fault. I shouldn't have agreed to let the production team arrange someone to accompany you!"

Hearing this, the program director standing nearby looked apologetic. In this matter, he was indeed in the wrong.

A leader came forward and wanted to borrow Shen Jingzhou's fame to send his daughter who was studying art to show her face, but in the end, she didn't show up and stood Shen Jingzhou up.

Shen Jingzhou, the person involved, looked much calmer.

He lowered his eyes, hiding his unknown emotions, leaning his elbows on his hands, with his long fingers resting on the sides of his face as if he was thinking.

"Then stick with the original version."

His voice was disjointed.

Chen Qian suddenly turned around and glared at him unhappily.

"Then all the careful planning before is wasted!"

In this kind of variety show where singers compete on the same stage, what is more embarrassing than losing is that the work they perform is so bad that it becomes a laughing stock in the domestic entertainment industry.

It took a week to plan, and in the end it was exactly the same as the original. Once the show is aired, there will definitely be hot searches for #沈景州态度# #沈景州誠意#.

Shen Jingzhou leaned back, closed his eyes, and said, "Everyone go out. I'll take a break. Call me when the recording starts."

Seeing that he obviously didn't want to discuss this matter anymore, Chen Qian sighed deeply and left the lounge to him.

Shen Jingzhou had not planned to take a rest. He did have other ideas when he included the guqin in this song.

But when he closed his eyes, the drowsiness that had accumulated over a week quietly enveloped his consciousness.

The shadow of camphor trees floated in my dream, and the light of sky and shadows of clouds also lingered in the streets in the early morning.

The boy rode his bicycle past the camphor tree, his chestnut hair flying in the wind and his blue school uniform jacket fluttering in the wind.

A nice turn.

"boom!"

"~"

The boy fell to the ground, and the wheels of the bicycle beside him were still spinning rapidly.

"Who is it? Didn't you hear someone coming on a bike?"

The young man lay on the ground, looking at the sky dejectedly, his clear voice full of irritability.

The girl slowly stood up, holding on to the wall, and looked at the broken guqin beside her with a cold voice.

"You're pretty good. You can ride on the sidewalk at highway speeds."

"I……"

The boy felt guilty, and the voice sounded familiar. He turned around, jumped up, and limped towards her.

"Why is it you? Are you not hurt?"

As he spoke, he met the girl's clear eyes and couldn't help but lose sight of her.

The girl picked up Qin, without even looking at him, picked up her schoolbag and left.

Watching the girl walking further and further away, the pain in his knee suddenly surged up, causing him to bend over and support his knee, which took a long time to relax.

The sun broke through the clouds, and the morning light that spread across the world was dyed golden, with the sound of wind blowing everywhere.

The sound of footsteps resounded in front of the boy...

"Jingzhou! People are coming!"

Chen Qian pulled Shen Jingzhou's arm to wake him up.

Shen Jingzhou opened his eyes and looked at the light on the ceiling with a frown. Everything faded into a blurry ball of light, as if he was still in a dream.

Dreams, reality and memories are mixed together.

Until the figure in front of him spoke, his voice was like the sound of clear water.

"I'm sorry, my student can't come because of something. I'll take her place."

The past flashed across his mind, and Shen Jingzhou's confused gaze suddenly focused.

He had copied the pure and indifferent face countless times with his eyes. Now, in this life again, it was so close, so clear, and so stunning...