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Chapter 318 Li Shiguang has a problem
I want to revitalize traditional Chinese music.

Fang Bai felt that the only way was to let Chinese music reach the people.

To put it simply, it is to popularize traditional Chinese music.

After Fang Bai played with the reeds, he smiled and said, "So, do you really think those so-called electronic sounds are foreign objects? In fact, they are leftovers from our ancestors' play long ago!"

"In our understanding, harmony comes from the West. In 1722, French composer Rameau's theoretical work "Harmonology" first proposed the concept of functional harmony!"

"What is harmony, I don't need to say more!"

"But what I want to say is that as early as more than 1000 years ago, our ancestors mastered harmony. It can be said that the harmony played by musicians today is all leftover from our ancestors!"

As soon as these words came out, there was an immediate silence in the classroom.

Among music students, who has never studied "Harmony"?
At this time, tell me, harmony is still the leftover from your ancestors’ play?
Now everyone in the classroom was dumbfounded.

As the so-called layman watches the fun, the expert watches the doorway.

You're talking about harmony, who here doesn't know about it?
Even those old professors sitting in front not only frowned.

"Is what he said a little too outrageous?"

"If this word spreads, some people may be afraid of jumping off their feet!"

"Harmony was only proposed by Westerners."

"But you want to say that it was left over from the ancestors' fun..."

I haven't waited for these people to react.

Fang Bai directly stretched out his fingers, stretched out several reeds, placed them in front of his mouth, and then began to interpret what harmony was.

It seemed that there were many people playing at the same time, but the students sitting in the classroom found that Fang Bai was the only one playing there...

This sense of difference makes many students feel inexplicable.

The students in the back row watch, while the professor in the front row listens.

They discovered that in this wonderful music, there was not only the sound of the reeds, but also Fang Bai's voice...

Now they were shocked.

From this point of view, this harmony can indeed be regarded as the leftovers from the ancestors.

As the harmony ends.

Everyone fell silent.

"Actually, Chinese music is not as rustic as we thought!"

“Don’t think that our country’s music is rustic!”

Fang Bai smiled.

At that time in my previous life, young people in my own country were so confused that the moon abroad was round...

Among the most popular stars at that time was Jay Chou.

"Teacher Fang!"

Someone raised their hand.

At first glance, it was a girl.

Fang Bai smiled and nodded: "Please tell me!"

"You said that Chinese music is not traditional, but of all the popular music nowadays, which music uses Chinese music? Or, in other words, are there any representative songs of Chinese music?"

The girl stood up and said.

Everyone was silent.

Although they also think Fang Bai is good, which of the popular music in China, including the songs played, uses traditional Chinese music?
Suona or Guzheng?
Again, you can’t get on the stage!

Fang Bai looked at her and answered word for word: "Maybe it didn't happen before, but now that I'm here, it does!"

Fang Bai straightened his back subconsciously. He felt that the meaning of what he said was extremely solemn, as if he was standing under a red flag and swearing an oath...

In his previous life, Jay Chou worked hard for many years to create Chinese-style songs.

But as time went by, those Chinese-style songs gradually became unpleasant to listen to.

In this world, the word Chinese style has not been mentioned yet.

Fang Bai felt that he had the need and the obligation to stand up and tell the world what music belonged to his country!

"Ha ha……"

But as soon as Fang Bai said these words, some students burst into laughter.

next moment.

Fang Bai narrowed his eyes slightly and raised his eyebrows... He picked up the pipa in his hand, held it in his arms and started playing.

A piece of murderous and decisive music played from Fang Bai's hands. "I am willing to guard the border for you for the rest of my life!"

"I've learned how to turn around!"

"Drive away the tigers, leopards and jackals so you won't get hurt again!"

"I will stand on the highest hill!"

"I'm so heroic and brave, and I'm so brave!"

"It doesn't matter if it's the rest of my life!"

……

As soon as this singing came out, the goosebumps of countless people came out immediately.

Even the old professor sitting in front was immediately fascinated.

The students behind were even more stunned.

A murderous aura rushed towards the face, coupled with the dubbing of Pipa, it made countless people feel that their souls were trembling...

what is this?
This is Chinese music.

Even though I haven't listened much in my whole life, when the music belonging to my own country appears, everyone feels their hearts tremble.

Just when everyone thought Fang Bai would continue singing...

"Okay, get out of class is over!"

Fang Bai slipped away immediately.

This stunned the students and professors in the classroom.

……

After Fang Bai finished this class, he had completed his task.

There is only one class every two weeks.

Compared to high school, there are several classes every day...

Fang Bai couldn't help but sigh.

This is really incomparable.

No wonder so many people want to be university teachers.

University teachers are really relaxed. Fang Bai remembers that his uncle was not assigned to classes for one year, which meant that he could just receive his salary and do nothing...

When he returned to school.

It can be regarded as a sigh of relief.

However, being at Xiangyin University gave me a taste of what it was like to be in college.

After the student was in his senior year of high school, Fang Bai thought that things in the class would become less complicated. What he didn't expect was that Li Shiguang found him as soon as he returned to school.

"Teacher Fang, I don't want to write a novel anymore!"

When Li Guangguang spoke, Fang Bai was a little surprised.

"what happened?"

Fang Bai was a little puzzled.

“I feel like what I write is boring and repetitive, and has no meaning at all!”

Li Shiguang looked frustrated.

Recently, he feels that he has hit a bottleneck. No matter what plot he writes, he feels something is wrong. It is not as smooth as it was at the beginning.

When I first started writing, I always felt like I had countless thoughts and ideas that I could add to it.

But something doesn't feel right as I write it.

Especially now, he feels that he is bound by what he has written, those rules and regulations, those so-called world views, the logic he established...

He felt that if he continued writing like this, no one would like it, and he always felt that he was wasting other people's money.

Because subscribing to these chapters requires money.

He always has a feeling of being ashamed of others. He writes such rubbish and yet others have to pay to read it...

"So you just can't keep writing?"

Fang Bai asked.

Li Shiguang nodded affirmatively, and then sighed: "I don't know what's going on. No matter how I write, I feel like there's something wrong with it. No matter which plot I develop, I feel like I can't connect to the plot. I always feel like I'm running out of words... …”

Fang Bai frowned, this was indeed a thing.

(End of this chapter)