Siheyuan: The opening earthquake of stealing and replacing pillars

He Yuzhu didn't walk far, but hid at the end of the corridor and smoked a cigarette. He looked at the snow outside with melancholy and sighed. The snow was so white that people couldn't open their eyes, just like the pitch dark night, as if it was heaven and hell, making people feel both detached from the world and infinitely sinking. This feeling made people very uncomfortable. People with weaker control would probably jump from here. He couldn't help but think of a line in a movie, Zhaocang didn't jump, Tangta also jumped, keep walking forward, don't look to the sides, if you walk over you will melt between heaven and earth...

Fortunately, our chef He was very determined and immediately redeemed himself after waking up.

"I know my future is not a dream, I live every minute seriously. My future is not a dream, my heart moves with hope... My future is not a dream, I live every minute seriously..."

Although He Yuzhu lowered his voice, the echo in the corridor was too loud, like a megaphone, and it instantly spread far away, immediately attracting many people to stick their heads out to look.

"Who is this? The voice is so attractive~"

"He doesn't seem to be a member of our group~"

"Who cares? It's all about the sound of it~"

"It sounds good. It sounds really good~"

"..."

“Is this true~?”

Qiu Peining was also squeezed in the crowd. She really wanted to go forward to find out what was going on. A cook could actually sing, and it was so damn beautiful. Was he a human or a ghost?

But as the protagonist of the incident, He Yuzhu was completely unaware of it. He was still immersed in the illusion of having a good time in school.

"Are you like me, bowing your head under the sun, working hard and silently with sweat... pursuing an unexpected tenderness? Are you like me, who was once at a loss... I know that my future is not a dream, I live every minute seriously, my future is not a dream, my heart is moving with hope..."

Maybe it was because He Yuzhu sang so beautifully, or maybe it was because the lyrics were so vivid, it resonated with everyone and they started humming along.

"My heart moves with hope, moves with hope..." He Yuzhu finally finished singing, but the life in front of him did not change at all, and everything and everyone were still the same.

"Ah~"

He turned around disappointedly, but froze in place the next second, because every doorway was filled with heads, like a nest of groundhogs. It was too scary.

"you--"

"What's wrong with us? Are you not happy even with so many people supporting you?" someone said.

"Haha~"

"Hey, man, play another one, we haven't heard enough!"

"..."

There were many people making a fuss, but He Yuzhu was not afraid at all. No one knew who he was anyway, so there was nothing to be afraid of. "Then let's do another one?"

"Oh, the daylily I've been waiting for is getting cold~"

"Ha ha!"

"Well, let me think about it~" He Yuzhu pretended to think as he walked. He didn't want to be blocked by these people in front of him. "I got it!"

“Looking up, the sky and the earth are both vast, and there will be a kind of longing in my heart called home… The light of righteousness shines on the earth, illuminating every dark place. Frankness is light, like a man’s chest, with infinite power and so strong!”

Nice, powerful, and strong...

Although He Yuzhu only sang a paragraph, he gave it his all. Just imagine his transformed voice, coupled with the corridor which served as a natural setting for the karaoke hall, his voice was refracted and seemed extremely loud and even ethereal. It sang even better without accompaniment. Everyone was shocked and stood there in a daze.

He Yuzhu retreated to the stairs in time before everyone reacted, and then he smiled at everyone, "I'll give you a walk before we go, so you don't have trouble sleeping at night!"

"..."

Those who reacted were speechless, but think about it, such a novel and beautiful song is indeed unforgettable.

"Then you should sing!"

If you are so impatient, don’t blame me for playing a prank on you!

He Yuzhu smiled maliciously, then pinched his fingers, twisted his waist, and sang: "Love and hate are just a moment, raise the cup to the moon and love is like the sky, love and hate are both boundless, ask you when will you fall in love~" He actually sang a cross-dressing, pinching his voice and even more evil than Li Yugang's...

"I'm leaving~" After saying that, He Yuzhu ran away.

But just as he climbed the stairs, he realized he was going in the wrong direction. The Folk Music Hall was on the first floor, so he turned back and said hello to everyone, "Sorry, I went the wrong way!"

Then he hurried downstairs.

"Where did this person come from? What the hell—"

"cute!"

"Haha~"

……

He Yuzhu rushed into the folk music hall and found that everyone had already returned to their seats. A group of people were busy matching the music scores. Li Weimin saw him coming and smiled and said, "We've been waiting for you. Let's rehearse it first!"

"Then just queue up. I'm bored of sitting idle all the time!" He Yuzhu shrugged.

Li Weimin was still unaware of the disturbance he had caused upstairs, and immediately directed everyone to start lining up.

There were not many Western musical instruments in that era, and the soundtrack was basically traditional instruments, such as drums, pipa, guzheng, etc. Of course, the main instrument in horse racing is the erhu, while pipa and guzheng cannot appear, as they can easily steal the show in the mixed voice.

He Yuzhu was a little shocked when looking at the music score in his hand, because the second half of his "self-creation" had already been composed by someone else. How long did it take? It was just the time it takes to eat a meal. This speed is incredible. I have to say that this national treasure-level unit is really amazing. They are so full of talented people!

Little did he know that when several professors in the troupe first heard his song Horse Racing, they were no less shocked than he was. They had seen many adaptations of the song, but to adapt it to be so thrilling, probably only a genius could have done it.

"Okay, everyone, get ready. We'll start in ten minutes!" Starting out is often the most difficult. Not only do you have to coordinate the connection between the various musical instruments, but you also have to find out the shortcomings. Li Weimin feels a lot of pressure.

In fact, He Yuzhu is not much better. Although he had experience in arranging music in his previous life, that was limited to the band, and he was an amateur. Now seven or eight instruments are mixed together, like a symphony. How can he play this?

So before the game even started, He Yuzhu was already sweating.

"Haha, don't be nervous!" Li Weimin comforted him, "Joying the music is like herding sheep. As long as the head sheep is not lost, the flock will not be lost, so just relax!"

This metaphor is interesting.

"Then I'm the leader!" He Yuzhu felt less nervous.

Li Weimin also laughed, "Yes, you are the leader, if you don't lose them, they won't lose them!"

"What are you, then? A shepherd?"

Li Weimin was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Haha, I'm a shepherd!"

"Then you have to show mercy. My delicate skin can't stand the beating!"

"Haha~" Everyone laughed and the atmosphere instantly became lively.

Ten minutes later, the rehearsal began. The pace of the first rehearsal was very slow, mainly for mutual adjustment. He Yuzhu tried his best to control his hand speed, because when he was fast, others were fast, and when he was slow, others were slow.

Fortunately, all the people present were professionals, and the first round went smoothly. Of course, there were still many flaws, so after the end, they were busy looking for problems and filling in the gaps.

He Yuzhu had nothing to do in this, so he picked up a stack of blank musical scores and started playing with them out of boredom. These were screen-printed by the song and dance troupe itself, and were probably produced not long ago, as there was still a scent of ink on them.

Looking at the blank musical score, He Yuzhu felt that he should do something, if for no other reason than to get Professor Guan's portion of braised pork.

But which category to choose? You know, there are so many teaching templates in the system, popular, classical, domestic, and foreign. He Yuzhu was in a dilemma, but when he saw the erhu in his hand, he immediately had the answer in his mind.

"Let's go for folk music. Since I've come to the Folk Music Hall, it proves that I have a connection with folk music. I'm sorry, Master Hu, but please lend me the Swordsman for now~"

He Yuzhu took out a pen and started to scribble. He wrote very fast, as it was easy to copy the answers. What's more, all he wrote were simplified musical notations, because drawing tadpoles was too tiring.

The music score format used by the folk music orchestra is relatively comprehensive. Each sheet includes instruments such as the guzheng and pipa. This saves He Yuzhu a lot of time. He wrote one sheet after another, and others thought he was just scribbling or drawing.

But even if you are a guest invited by Professor Guan, you can't be so wasteful. Do you really think that our song and dance troupe's manuscript paper is free?

Li Weimin walked over with a frown on his face, and when he looked down, he found that He Yuzhu was actually writing music. He was very curious. Professor Guan said that this person was a cook, so how could he know this?

"Can you write music?"

He Yuzhu pretended not to understand, "What is music writing?"

Li Weimin said unhappily, "Then what are you doing?"

"Of course it's writing music!"

You're kidding me~

Li Weimin suppressed his anger and asked, "Don't you understand?"

"I don't understand, that's why I have to practice!" He Yuzhu said seriously, "It's not easy to come here, I won't be able to explain myself if I don't get some enlightenment when I go home!"

Well, I understand your thirst for knowledge!

Because He Yuzhu was a guest, Li Weimin couldn't say anything, but he had no shortage of people to vent his anger on, so he immediately took his baton and started beating, "Stop chatting, stop chatting, start rehearsing!"

Everyone quickly sat down and got ready.

He Yuzhu felt that Li Weimin was criticizing him, but he had no evidence.

La la la... again,

It has to be said that professionals have high quality and never mix emotions in their work, so even though He Yuzhu failed to change the tone several times, Li Weimin still patiently guided him.

But this does not change He Yuzhu's continued "wasting" of the song and dance troupe's knocking paper...

This went on over and over again until about four in the afternoon, when the rehearsal finally came to an end, and He Yuzhu had already copied seven or eight songs, including Hu Weili's "Swordsman", "Market", "Stealing Merit", "Blue Sky", "Growth", etc., almost covering all of his songs, in addition to Sojiro's "Forever Together" and "Original Scenery of Hometown". Looking at the thick stack, He Yuzhu was filled with a sense of accomplishment.

"Teacher Li, thanks to your patient guidance, this trip was not in vain!"

Before leaving, He Yuzhu pretended to pull Li Weimin to thank him: "Actually, I am a very studious person, but I don't have a famous teacher to guide me. Sometimes I just figure things out on my own. Today, I wasted a lot of manuscript paper, but I also learned a lot from it. At least I know what Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng, and Yu are, so I wrote down what I felt. Please don't mind!"

Now that you've said that, why should I be surprised? I'm used to it.

Li Weimin smiled and said, "It's okay, it's okay, Xiao He. I have to say that you are indeed very talented in music and very spiritual. However, talent alone is far from enough. If you want to become a master, you have to work hard. The saying "ten minutes on stage means ten years of hard work off stage" is exactly this truth!"

"I understand, I understand, but is it too late for me at this age?"

“You never stop learning!”

"Then I've really learned a lesson!" He Yuzhu quickly presented the music score he had copied and said sincerely: "Teacher Li, these are worthy of my homework today, please check them!"

They are all scribbles, how do you expect me to check them?

"Well~" Li Weimin instinctively wanted to refuse, but when he saw He Yuzhu's eager eyes, he felt that it was too cruel to do so.

By the way, isn’t it Professor Guan’s fault? He was the one who invited the people, so he should be the one to handle the aftermath.

Thinking of this, Li Weimin's face became more amiable, "Okay, leave it to me!"

"Thank you so much!"

As soon as He Yuzhu left, Li Weimin handed his "homework" to Professor Guan's office. When Professor Guan heard that it was written by He Yuzhu, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"He's really free~"

"Who said it wasn't true!" Li Weimin also laughed, "In fact, Xiao He is a very good person. He is talented and smart. It's just that he entered the industry too late now!"

Professor Guan knew this too. If He Yuzhu hadn't been too old, he would have accepted him as his disciple long ago.

"Okay, just leave it with me for now, I'll give him some guidance later!"

After chatting, the two talked about business again, which was still about the issue of personnel allocation. In the afternoon, Professor Guan used his connections to second a few people from other groups, but these few people were far from enough and the gap was still large.

"If it's really not possible, just cancel the program and give the time to the dance team. As long as it doesn't delay the performance, it doesn't matter if we suffer a little loss!" Professor Guan's words were helpless. He had just arrived and had not yet established interpersonal relationships. He could only settle for the second best. Anyway, he was not interested in competing for the position of troupe leader.

Li Weimin was very unwilling, "The show can be cancelled, but I will not feel happy to give it to someone else!"

In fact, he did have a way to solve the current problem, which was to let He Yuzhu add a few performances to replace the programs that were cancelled. However, this would be shameless, and others would say that the folk music band was stingy and was occupying the toilet without doing anything.

Actually, cursing a few times is nothing, it won't hurt a bit. He is mainly worried that Professor Guan will lose face. After all, he is a leader. Leaders should be united and take the overall situation into consideration...

"Director, what do you think about letting Xiao He take over the cancelled show?"

Professor Guan's eyes lit up. Yes, why didn't I think of that? Xiao He's racehorse has never appeared in front of the public before, so even if it appears repeatedly on the stage, people will not feel aesthetic fatigue, not to mention that it is in different sessions and for different groups of people.

"Haha, your suggestion is great!" The problem was solved, and Professor Guan's mood also improved.

Since Professor Guan had no objection, Li Weimin was naturally happy. "What about Xiao He's work? He originally had one show scheduled. Would he be willing to add another show?"

"I will do Xiao He's job. I believe he will agree!" Professor Guan said firmly.

This guy wears a leather jacket wherever he goes, and he likes to show off in front of people, as if he is afraid that others can't see it. Do you think such a show-off will miss the opportunity to show off?