You made me a superstar

Chapter 370 I Made Another Paragraph!
"My Motherland" has countless versions in the original world.

A version of the movie "Shangganling" campaign.

A version sung by Grandma Guo Yinglan in the 50s.

Afterwards, many stars sang and changed the version, which can be regarded as a...

However, the version that impressed Zhou Yang the most was that year, Grandma Guo held a "Singing for the People's Artistic Achievement Concert" in the Great Hall of the People.

That year, on TV, the moment the suona was played, goosebumps all over Zhou Yang's body, his emotions followed the melody, and his whole body was in a mess of excitement.

but……

At the rehearsal site of this concert, Zhou Yang found that he did not feel this way.

The melody of the suona was similar to before, still loud and clear, and the faint shock was also extremely strong, but the mood only rose halfway, and then finally fell.

Then when the erhu sounded again, a strong sense of separation permeated him, as if his emotions had been faulted. Not only did suona and erhu not blend together, they seemed to be competing to show off their skills.

"Starting from suona, it seems... well, that Mr. Tong, why don't we change seats? You don't want to sit here, change to another place?"

"Teacher Tong, I think... the last part of Suona seems to be wrong."

Zhou Yang's understanding of music is not bad for ordinary people, but in front of these masters, he is definitely suspected of playing tricks.

but……

When the memories of the concert in the original world collided with the rehearsals in this world, Zhou Yang still discerned some differences.

For example, Suona Master Tong Yuan seems to be in a different position from the Suona Master in the original world. For example, the ending of the middle part of Tong Yuan's playing seems to be different from the original world.

"What's wrong? Is it on the score or the playing method?" Seeing Zhou Yang's appearance, Tong Yuan frowned slightly.

"It doesn't feel right." Zhou Yang shook his head after thinking for a while.

"What kind of feeling do you need to find?" After hearing Zhou Yang's ambiguous answer, Tong Yuan frowned deeper: "Can you tell me in detail, is it a matter of timbre, pitch, or loudness?"

Zhou Yang pondered for a while, trying to recall the familiar melody in his memory. After pondering for a long time, he shook his head again: "Can we meet again?"

He found himself speechless.

It seemed that the two of them were blowing about the same time, and he could only listen to it over and over again.

Although Tong Yuan felt speechless with Zhou Yang's ambiguity and inexplicable words, she still nodded. Very tired, she picked up the suona and played it again according to the score.

After blowing...

Zhou Yang lowered his head, all kinds of doubts echoed in his heart over and over again, as if they were exactly the same again, but it seemed...

Different.

He can't take pictures.

Then he looked at the erhu master Zhang Zunlian. He felt that Zhang Zunlian seemed to be playing well, but there seemed to be some deviation from the melody in his memory, as if the time was a little faster.

But let Zhou Yang find a fast place, but he couldn't find it.

"Xiao Zhou, why don't you come here today, everyone is very tired, and your perception of music is more or less biased, otherwise, come back tomorrow after you have a rest."

When Zhang Zunlian looked at Zhou Yang with deep eyes, blank eyes, and lowered his head, he finally patted him on the shoulder.

He felt that Zhou Yang was too tired.

Zhou Yang nodded after listening, asked Zhang Zunlian for the rehearsal video of "My Motherland" and left.

the next day.

Famous musicians gathered together to continue rehearsing and finding mistakes...

The second day's concert seemed to be smoother, and the effect was much better than the first time. Some core problems were also found, but the taste was still not quite right.

After the rehearsal, everyone looked at the chair in the corner.

The chair was empty, and Zhou Yang didn't come over.

Of course, Zhang Zunlian and others didn't care about Zhou Yanglai's absence. Zhou Yang's help to this level of concerts was also very little, and he was not an important person.

No one thought that Zhou Yang could point out problems to them.

But on the third day.

On the morning of July 28th...

When Zhang Zunlian walked into the rehearsal room of Huaxia National Theater, he saw Zhou Yang had been waiting on the stage for a long time.

"Xiao Zhou?"

"Mr. Zhang, I know something is wrong. Teacher Zhang, how about changing the seats all over again. At the same time, there is this paragraph. I think the tone is a little higher... But I'm not sure, maybe it's a little bit more A little lower... why don't you give it a try!"

Seeing Zhou Yang approaching excitedly, Zhang Zunlian began chatting with him about various issues of "My Motherland".

From Suona, to Erhu, to Guzheng...

What Zhou Yang said was still so ambiguous and quite unprofessional, but Zhang Zunlian listened, his eyes became serious.

Based on what Zhou Yang said, he carefully watched the rehearsal video again...

The more you look at it, the more serious it is.

About ten minutes later, other famous musicians came over one after another.

Zhang Zunlian sorted out Zhou Yang's ambiguous words, and finally his eyes lit up.

After that, he ignored Zhou Yang and walked towards the conductor Qiao Yu. He chatted with Qiao Yu for a long time, and Qiao Yu glanced at Zhou Yang from time to time, then nodded repeatedly, his eyes full of appreciation.

It seems that Zhou Yang's suggestion is very inspiring!
About half an hour later, Zhang Zunlian walked towards Zhou Yang again.

"Xiao Zhou, just try according to your feeling!" He looked at Zhou Yang with surprise.

Before that, he was a little puzzled as to why Zhou Yang was so unprofessional, but now, he suddenly realized that the so-called professionalism seemed meaningless in the face of absolute talent and keen perception of music.

After seeing Zhang Zunlian's surprise, Zhou Yang didn't feel very happy, but heaved a long sigh of relief.

A new round of rehearsals has officially begun!

This time the rehearsal was very smooth, almost a one-time pass...

After the rehearsal, Tong Yuan looked at Zhou Yang who was still silent in the corner in disbelief.

She never imagined in her dreams that Zhou Yang had found the reason for the problem that had troubled her for several days...

"this person……"

"He should be a creative monster with talent, and he can't be measured by the basis of music..." Zhang Zunlian shook his head, although he was shocked in his heart, but sometimes God seems to be so unfair.

"Hey!"

"Mr. Kenneth, I made another piece of music for the saxophone "Going Home". Where are you now? Are you free to come and listen to it?"

"I also think of a passage from "The Last of the Mohicans"...Is John Williams by the side?"

Just when he was about to chat with Zhou Yang, he suddenly saw Zhou Yang stand up abruptly.

Then, he took out his mobile phone and excitedly called!
Zhang Zunlian was taken aback...

　Something happened tonight, I have to go to the hospital...

　　Just a short one!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)