Chapter 933: Guzheng (third, ask for monthly pass)

"Chen, have you met an acquaintance?"
"Uh ... did you just see it?"
"I saw you walking to the table in that corner. Novel." Fari said.
"Well, James' ex-wife," Chen said, "so I used to say hello."
Fali knew Chen so well that he would never say hello to his friend's ex-wife.
There are only two possibilities for him to take the initiative, one is a friend, and the other is an enemy.
"Fari, do you like the taste here?"
"Well, it tastes great."
Chen also thinks it tastes good, but it's not absolutely necessary.
In fact, the craftsmanship of their family may not be much worse than the chefs here.
It's just that the environment here is really very good.
Come and eat once in a while, it's good.
Little Gelin was asleep in the cradle beside her.
Marina restaurant offers a lot of services, such as this cradle.
In fact, most of the well-known restaurants give customers not only food but also other additional services.
It's not too early to return home, but Fari isn't planning to sleep yet, so she and Chen swim in the mirror lake.
In fact, the current water temperature is still a bit low for Fali.
However, proper low water temperature is good for blood circulation of the body.
Because when the body senses the low temperature, it will speed up the blood flow of the body to increase the body temperature.
It is also good for the fetus in the body.
"Fari, ask you a question."
"what is the problem?"
"I have a friend who is very, very high, and he very, very dislikes Christmas. I don't know if Christmas should give him a gift." Chen said.
"Like Steven?"
"You can't imagine him as a president," Chen said.
"That's it." Fari thought for a moment: "Then why did you consider giving him a gift?"
"Because I feel that now that I have prepared a gift for every friend, if I don't give him, I will feel sorry for him, because I don't want to treat any friend differently."
"Then send it."
"But he doesn't like Christmas."
"You didn't give him a gift because of Christmas, but because he was your friend," Fali replied.
"It seems to be the same." Chen nodded. "But what to give him?"
Chen Yi was troubled for a while, and Fali said, "As long as the gift is carefully, just like other friends, it doesn't have to be expensive or match his identity."
Fali also helped Chen think about it. The two came up from the lake and entered the living room.
Fari saw the zither in the living room: "Yes, you play a tune to your friend."
"But I don't."
"There are still a few days before Christmas, and you can use these days to practice a song."
Chen Yi thought that if he asked Fa Li this question, he seemed to be making trouble for himself.
But Fa Li said so, and Chen felt that if he didn't send a song to that friend, he felt sorry for him.
Well, take advantage of these days to practice a tune.
When Chen took out in Montreal, the music shop owner sent the music sheet.
The first page of the music score is the oil poem.
Four fingers hanging on their fingers,
Flick the strings and flick the strings,
Know that there is no other way to the left hand,
Pressing and shaking from the leisurely.
The traditional commonly used playing techniques are plucking the strings with four fingers of right, big, middle, and unknown fingers to play the melody and master the rhythm. The left-hand playing method also adapts to the tension of the string on the left side of the zheng column and controls the change of the string to adjust the pitch. Perfect the melody.
Zheng has a lot of fingerings. There are hook, support, chop, pick, wipe, tick, hit, shake, pinch, etc. on the right hand, and press, slip, rub, shake, etc. on the left hand.
Guzheng's traditional playing technique has achieved a new breakthrough in modern times. In 1953, Mr. Zhao Yuzhai created "Celebrating the Year of the Harvest," liberating his left hand, using polyphony on the tune, using left and right hand alternation and multi-voice playing techniques, greatly enriching Playing skills have made a breakthrough development in Guzheng's playing technology. (Hanbao doesn't understand Guzheng. These are the materials found after Hanbao's search, not the word count.)
Fali found that Chen was quite eager to learn. After starting the practice, she had been immersed in the practice of Guzheng.
Then Fali couldn't get over and went to bed first, while Chen was still practicing.
But after Fali went to rest, Chen ran to Hetu to practice.
In the river chart, Chen has more time to study and practice, and will not disturb Fali yet.
"Well, where did you find the magic weapon?" Laoyu looked at Chen holding the guzheng in and asked with some surprise.
"Spirit?"
"Don't you know that the zheng was also a weapon in ancient times?
"Then what? Do you knock on a zheng?" Chen rolled his eyes.
"You're right, it's knocking people."
"The brain circuits of the ancients were a bit strange," Chen said, "but what ghost do you say this magical tool?"
"For the ordinary people in ancient times, the zither was used to knock people, but the pitch of the zither is like the swordsman. It is sharper than other weapons, so there are monks who make the zither into a weapon of fighting.
"That can kill people with the rhythm like in the movie?" Chen immediately became interested.
"No." The old man poured cold water into Chen refreshingly: "If you have enough cultivation, you can kill any instrument with a rhythm. If you are not enough cultivation, even if you give a loudspeaker, you ca n’t Kill with a rhythm. "
"So what's the use of this thing?"
"This magic weapon is plain, that is to control weapons with rhythm."
"How to control?" Chen asked curiously.
"Come, let me show you."
The old man took the zither and placed it in front of him, pointing his finger at the same time.
Under Lao's control, these lavas turned into twelve stone swords.
Qiang Qiang
The old cymbal flicked, and the strings gave a cymbal rhythm.
The twelve stone swords shook for a moment.
Chen frowned, and the old man continued to play, and the twelve stone swords began to chop or chop around the old man.
It was as if there were twelve swordsmen holding stone swords, and dancing swords there.
"I'll try it too," Chen said impatiently.
The old man gave way and let Chen sit up.
Chen tried to play, but the twelve stone swords stood there, standing still.
"What's going on? Why didn't you respond?"
"When you play, you need to infuse spiritual power, and to compare your willpower with the rhythm, as if you are controlling the sword with your hand."
Chen tried again, and kept looking at the twelve stone swords.
The twelve-handed stone swords moved slightly, but they didn't let them fly freely like the old man.
"It still doesn't work," Chen complained.
The old man glanced at Chen's posture and knew that Chen was a novice.
"You can't even play a piece of music now, and you want to control weapons, it's too whimsical."
"Isn't it just practice?" Chen came here anyway, just to practice.
Chen spent three days, barely able to pop a song.
It's just that this song is very simple, it's "Two Tigers".
"How about, have I made great progress?"
"I want to kill you with a sword now."