Chapter 78: World-class music

The people in the class are all surprised at this time. You should know that Zhang Yu’s level of saxophone is not the same as what they thought at the beginning!
"Great! Boss. How can you blow so well!" Fat man Wu Jie's face was a big fuss. It seems that there is still a little bit of a saxophone that Zhang Yu blows just now. Don't be your own illusion!
"Great, Zhang Yu! It's really great! I have to cry now!" Zhou Ying's eyes were red.
"Yeah! Too touching, reminds me of my grandmother." Tang Jia also had a red eyes.
"Master level! It is a master class." Lu Zhiquan praised the road with a thumbs up.
Zhang Yu heard this and re-entered from the dull state, grinning and said: "How many times have I said, I am the master of saxophone! It is a master! You dare not believe me at all!"
The people around me looked at each other and they were all helpless... knowing that this can't blame them, how can normal people believe in such absurd things.
Xia Ziqi also came over with a look of surprise, said: "Zhang Yu, what is the name of the song you just blown? I have not heard it."
Zhang Yu smiled and said: "That is my own original piece of music! Some sentiments, no name."
Zhang Yu can't tell the other party that this song is called "Scarborough Fair". It is mainly difficult to explain what these words mean. He himself is also confused. I don't know what cultural background is behind the people's songs.
Xia Ziqi and Han Jie listened to this song actually was originally created by this kid, and his heart was also shocked at the same time. It is not a simple matter to know something like composition. And even if you will compose music, it is not the end. More difficult than composing is, feeling.
A composer, even if you have all the skills, but you don't have the feeling of being born, then you can never write a good song.
Many composers, for the rest of their lives, can write hundreds or even thousands of songs. But the songs that are really famous or very nice are few, and even some people write for a lifetime, and they can't write a good song. I didn't expect this Zhang Yu, just using such a simple note, it was hard to imagine writing such a wonderful song.
Is this a genius! Such exaggeration is so incredible. This made Xia Ziqi and Han Jie two people unable to get out of this shock for a long time.
"Master! It is a master."
Wu Jie is happy with his face. He does not know that he is a master. He turned to look at Ge Wenhui, the bullish way: "Old Ge, how! You are not convinced? Our squad leader is original, you admit that he is not a master?"
Ge Wenhui At this time, the intoxication of listening to the music has long since disappeared, but it is ugly.
Ge Wenhui said that it is also a saxophone amateur ten, to say that blowing well. But just as Zhang Yu blows that feeling, he knows very well that he can't blow it out at all. Whether it is Zhang Yu's breath control or the tune of the mood, it is beyond the scope of technology, it is already a feeling.
Coupled with the wonderful songs that Zhang Yu created, if you change places, you have to rush to hold each other's thighs and let the other party sign yourself. But today is not the same. Today, this person, the character of the saxophone master, is actually his first big enemy. How can he recognize the master's master level of saxophone? Isn’t it obvious that he once again let him beat his face? .
Ge Wenhui bit his teeth and said: "It's just a piece of music! It's not enough to prove that Zhang Yu is a master."
"I rely! Not Lao Ge."
"Too bad, you!"
"Where is this! You are actually trying to die and not accepting the account."
The delegations of Zhang Yu in the back row of the 12 classes spoke incessantly, and at the same time they showed disdain on their faces. Although these people do not know Zhang Yu’s current level, is it a master? However, relying on the influence of Zhang Yu’s music and the inferiority of the family, it is said that it is a master, and there is nothing excessive.
Fat man Wu Jie said: "Old Ge, not the buddy said you. You are too unproductive! You must follow the strength of your death and do not recognize! It is useless to come to a hundred masters! Boss, I see Lao Ge want to lie Let me see it! Or let's vote in the whole class and vote for it!"
Everyone in the 12th class has an account in mind. If you really need to vote by hand, you must vote for Zhang Yumin. Just for such a wonderful interpretation, you must also acknowledge that Zhang Yu is a master.
Zhang Yu instead looked at his face and smiled. "Lao Ge! Since the song just now, you think that my level is not enough. I don't admit that I am a master saxophone. Then I want to ask you! What are you going to do?" Only recognize my level? In other words, what conditions can I achieve to be the master of your mind?"
All the people in the 12th class looked at Ge Wenhui and wanted to see how he answered.
Ge Wenhui bit his teeth and said: "My master! Not only must I have a charm, but also have skills. Zhang Yu, I admit that your song is very charming, it can be said to be perfect. But after all, the song is too simple, completely There is no and skill. If you are a master saxophone player, then you should blow another difficult song. Let us see how the skill is, whether it has a master level."
Zhang Yu smiled and sighed a little, said: "The problem is not big! Then I will blow another original song of my own! Call the chattering saxophone."
Everyone in the 12th class listened to Zhang Yu and had to blow an original piece of music. Each face was excited and the expression was waiting for the wonderful appearance again.
Zhang Yu brewed a bit, smiled: "The speed of this song is one hundred and four, everyone help me beat the beat! Now follow my rhythm... one! two! one! two! three! four!"
Zhang Yu took the rhythm and everyone in the stadium took the rhythm with this rhythm.
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When Zhang Yu felt that the rhythm of everyone was neat and uniform, put the mouthpiece into his mouth and blew the classic track of the first down b-flat tenor saxophone.
This is a very famous saxophone song, the speed of the song is very fast, the style is very happy, but the difficulty is very big.
The chattering saxophone, the very characteristic "dudu" began, almost let everyone around me almost did not laugh out, almost the beginning of the song just immediately, everyone shocked. Such a fast song, with a lot of notes in between, is very difficult. Such a complicated and varied song can be so beautiful, so full of happiness, which is simply unimaginable.
Everyone in the gym followed Zhang Yu’s melody, and he smiled and patted the palm of his hand.
Zhang Yu’s fingers flew, causing various complex scales and creeps to be ejected from the saxophone’s cavity.
Zhang Yu's fingers on the saxophone body seem to be like a group of afterimages, with the notes flying up and down, combined with a special metal-flavored playing technique, making the whole song full of unimaginable difficulty.
The middle of the song is also mixed with the sound of the hen laying eggs! Almost a lot of people almost didn't smile and fainted. At the same time, I secretly admire Zhang Yu, the hen, laying eggs, learning too much, I did not expect Sax to actually make such a voice, it used to be unheard of!
Ge Wenhui has been stunned by Zhang Yu at this time! Such a highly difficult original song, as the best friend of this road, can definitely say that I have never heard of it. If it is really an original saxophone song, listening to the style and difficulty, I already know it. If this song is passed out, it is definitely a famous song in the saxophone world.
At this time, Zhang Yu is like many master saxophone players, squinting, following the music style, shaking left and right, like flying, blinking between fingers, can't see what button he pressed. ~EbookFREE.me~ He himself forgot to invest, and the rhythm seems to have exhausted all the power, forgetting the play.
Xia Ziqi and Han Jie looked at each other and looked surprised! Although they will not play the saxophone, the level of appreciation is still very high. Just kidding! This is simply a small river ditch, with a big dragon! This boy named Zhang Yu, with this hand against the sky, will definitely be able to fly into the sky and become a world-class saxophone master.
This kid is only a high school, it should be sixteen years old! The level of this saxophone is not the result of the mother's womb, it is incredible.
With the music, Zhang Yu is nearing the end of the song... Zhang Yu has no reservations, and played a master level of performance, a dazzling scale down and climb, then fall, then climb, come One super-exaggerated long sound, followed by a slamming sound, and the perfect completion of this saxophone.
"Hey!"
"call out……"
With the end of the music, Wu’s sorghum’s roaring whistle sounded immediately. Everyone was at the moment when Zhang Yu stopped, the drums of death, shouts, and the worship of the face, so that the noise of the stadium rose again several steps.