Chapter 394 Sky Blue Waits for Misty Rain

"I've confirmed the time for Wu Hongrong and Qian Jinyun. Both of them have no problem. The demo of the new song will be recorded next Saturday, and it should be finished next Wednesday." Chen Minhao came out of the study and said to Kang Hui.

"That's good. Do I need to make any preparations here?" Kang Hui nodded. In fact, she was also full of expectations for Chen Minhao's new song.

Chen Minhao said: "Two things. You need to prepare several confidentiality agreements. Several classmates and teachers of Qian Jinyun will also participate in the arrangement of the new song. In addition, you can help me find a music theory teacher, a senior one."

Kang Hui asked in confusion: "Have you not written all the songs? Why did you suddenly think of finding an arranger teacher?"

Chen Minhao said: "I now realize the truth: a person who can write lyrics and compose music but doesn't know how to arrange music is the same as a bun with thick skin and little stuffing, and has no future."

Central Conservatory of Music, a music classroom on the fourth floor.

After hearing Chen Minhao's agreement, the students gathered in a group suddenly became happy, and the music classroom immediately became a sea of ​​laughter.

In the middle of the classroom stood a pretty woman. She was wearing a pink and purple short shawl coat, paired with a bright yellow velvet knee-length skirt, and a pair of black high boots. It was difficult to judge from the appearance. her age.

She clapped her hands, signaled the students to calm down, and said: "First of all, we would like to thank Qian Jinyun for winning this opportunity for everyone, but we have a total of twelve students, so many people went to the mess, it is a bit rude , so it is impossible for everyone to participate in the arrangement of Chen Minhao's new song. How about this, besides Qian Jinyun, I will bring 2 more classmates."

The enthusiasm of the whole classroom seemed to have been poured with cold water and cooled down quickly. Everyone held their breath and looked at the teacher carefully, hoping that the teacher could call their names.

This teacher is Qian Jinyun's current professor, Qu Rong from the Department of Folk Music of the Central Conservatory of Music.

Qu Rong looked around the classroom and said: "Recently, Wang Jia and Li Hui have been working hard to practice the piano. When I went back to the teaching building to pick up things at 10:30 last night, I saw that they were still practicing in the piano room. Let's go, two people."

Qian Jin was lucky to be calm, and looked around and didn't see the face of a classmate. It was really where his eyes went, and his face was ashamed.

But Wang Jia and Li Hui were so excited that they wanted to cry. They agreed to buy clothes after class today, cut their bangs, and prepared to meet Chen Minhao with their best looks.

At 4 pm on Monday, Qian Jinyun parked his car in the parking lot of the Central Conservatory of Music, waiting for Wang Jia and Li Hui. As for the teacher, Qu Rong, she had her own car.

Qian Jinyun wore earphones, shook his head and hummed softly: "I'll take you away, thousands of miles away...".

The two strange women patted the car window, Qian Jinyun was feeling a little puzzled, and he found Wang Jia and Li Hui.

It's a pity that such a makeup technique is not used to shoot Douyin's face-changing video.

"I didn't expect you to look good with makeup on." Qian Jinyun sincerely praised: "But why don't you usually wear makeup?"

Wang Jia rolled his eyes and said, "I'm usually not motivated. Sometimes before going to bed at night, I think about getting up and putting on makeup before going to class. It’s good to go out at the end of the day, and then when the class is about to start, it’s good for the students to be naked.”

Qian Jinyun asked: "Then why are you wearing makeup today?"

Wang Jia and Li Hui looked at each other with a smile, and said, "I'm very motivated today."

When Chen Minhao took the guitar to his studio, he found that Wu Hongrong, Qian Jinyun, and his teachers and classmates had all arrived.

After Qian Jinyun briefly introduced a few people, he couldn't wait to ask: "Mr. Chen, what's the title of your new song?"

Chen Minhao hugged the guitar and tuned it, and said, ""Blue and White Porcelain"."

""Blue and White Porcelain"?" When Qian Jinyun heard the title of the song, his mind immediately widened and he fell into reverie: China in English is capitalized in China, and China in lowercase is porcelain. The reason why China is called China. Such a coincidence, is it because porcelain is famous that it is called Huaxia? Or is it because of the prosperity of China that porcelain is called by its place of origin? After all, who comes first? The Chinese style song I prepared today is called "Blue and White Porcelain".

However, the question of which came first, the chicken or the egg, is irrelevant. What is important is that simply judging from the title of the song, it gives people strong expectations of Chinese style.

Qian Jinyun looked at Chen Minhao intently and adoringly, his eyes were shining.

After Chen Minhao noticed the fiery eyes, he adjusted his sitting posture a little, trying to avoid staring at Qian Jinyun: people with big brains really can't be offended.

Chen Minhao put his right hand on the strings, and a slightly hoarse but clear voice sounded:

[The plain embryo outlines the blue and white strokes from thick to light,

The peony depicted on the bottle is just like your first makeup,

Ran Ran sandalwood through the window I know what's on my mind,

Halfway through the writing on the rice paper,

The glaze color renders the charm of the lady's picture and is kept privately.

And your sweet smile is like a bud. 】

Chen Minhao's simple and soothing guitar sound and husky voice resounded through the entire room, and also resounded in the hearts of everyone present.

"Kneel with your mouth open, this sounds too good." Wu Hongrong touched his chin and thought excitedly: "These Chinese-style songs by Chen Minhao are very good when you open your mouth. It grabs people's attention."

Qu Rong, as a professor of Yangyin folk music, can be said to be an expert in the field of Chinese folk music. She can naturally hear more things: Chen Minhao's singing is simple and tender, with a touch of the tone of Kunqu opera in his hometown, coupled with beautiful artistic conception. Lyrics, no wonder Dean Shi Jiazhi repeatedly wanted to invite Chen Minhao to give lectures at Yangyin.

But it's no wonder that Chen Minhao refused every time without hesitation. Although Chen Minhao may be a bit arrogant, but Chen Minhao does have the capital to be proud.

[Azure is waiting for Misty Rain, but I am waiting for you.

Cooking smoke curls up, thousands of miles across the river.

The inscription on the bottom of the bottle imitates the elegance of the previous dynasty,

Just think of me as a foreshadowing for meeting you. 】

Everyone felt a gentle and delicate emotion of lovesickness, but they wanted to complain, but they felt like they were pinching their mouths, with a unique charm. The rain in June began to fall in everyone's hearts, not in a hurry, but in the drizzle of Jiangnan, ink was splashed into the painting, and the water was poured into a poem: Miwu Baizhi worrying about Yanzhu. Qu Qiong finely rolls the rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

[The plantains outside the fence provoke the rain and the door knockers are green,

And I provoked you by passing by that small town in the south of the Yangtze River,

In splash-ink landscape painting,

You are hidden from the dark depths. 】

A picture of misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River appeared in front of everyone's eyes in an instant, and there was only one word in their minds.

Qu Rong is a girl from a water town who has been married to Beijing for more than 20 years. When she heard the phrase "I passed by that small town in Jiangnan and provoked you", she suddenly missed the plantains that started in Jiangnan, the misty rain in Jiangnan, the door knockers in Jiangnan, and the flowers in Jiangnan. patina.

[Azure is waiting for Misty Rain, but I am waiting for you.

The moonlight was salvaged, and the ending fainted.

Like the blue and white porcelain handed down from generation to generation, it is beautiful by itself,

You have a smile on your face. 】

Qu Rong suddenly remembered a poem he liked when he was young: "I walked across the south of the Yangtze River, and the face waiting in the seasons is like the blooming and falling of a lotus."

After Chen Minhao sang the last sentence, his guitar sound also stopped abruptly, but everyone was still immersed in the Jiangnan ink painting that Chen Minhao outlined with his voice.