Chapter 13 Zhang Yatong: I’m gone

PS: The protagonist Zhou Chen is said to be a sissy, so he changed his name to Xu Chen. Please give me some recommendation votes, monthly votes, and collections. I beg you...

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Matouqin, also known as Huqin, is a traditional Mongolian folk instrument, also known as "Chaoer".

The morinouqin is a stringed instrument, similar to the erhu, a traditional Chinese instrument. It has two strings, one thick and one thin. The thick string is called the yang string, and the thin string is called the yin string.

The early matouqin used horse legs as pillars, skulls as tubes, horse tails as strings, and pony-style decorations carved on the head of the fiddle.

The playing method of morinouqin is similar to that of erhu. Two similar instruments develop different music in different natural environments.

The erhu plays like weeping and complaining, and the morinouqin is sad but yet warm.

"The Rest of My Life" chooses the morinouqin as the chord accompaniment. It is really like a little old lady carrying a chicken coop instead of picking up eggs (simple)!
Xu Chen straightened his chest and raised his head, keeping his back straight, his feet in a "T-step", using his legs to hold the piano, and the piano case against the inner joint of his right thigh.

The morinouqin played in the recording studio is based on the "reverse four-step tuning method", that is, the thick strings are outside and the thin strings are inside.

However, Xu Chen was less troublesome. He closed his eyes tightly, calmed down and collected his energy. The music score flowed like flowing water at the tip of his heart.

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"Fuck."

As soon as the experts make a move, they will know if there is any.

I didn't hear Xu Chen play, but just looking at Xu Chen's posture, Huang Bo didn't know how powerful it was.

This thing is the "first batch of intangible cultural heritage" of China. Not to mention the Han people, even the Mongolian people, there are very few inheritors who can play the Morinouqin.

The Morin Khuur was once officially defined as: "on the verge of extinction as a human art."

Teacher Tang was well-informed, nodded, and said with a smile: "The posture is very correct. There are not many young people who can play the morinouqin nowadays. Although it is the most common "real tone playing method", Zhang Yatong, I think the lyrics of this song are... He is the composer, Xu Chen, I have never heard of this person in the Peking music circle."

Zhang Yatong is a gold medal producer. He has been obsessed with music since he was a child. He is proficient in guitar and piano. It was the first time he heard about the "real tone playing method".

He felt like a cat was scratching his head. He suppressed his curiosity, pointed at Xu Chen and said, "Xu Chen is a genius who came out of nowhere."

Xiao Chen, who had been silent all this time, turned down the corner of his mouth, blinked and asked, "Teacher Tang, is your solid tone playing really amazing?"

"That's not true. You don't know, right?" Teacher Tang raised his eyebrows and dipped his fingers into the water in the water glass. He said slowly: "The traditional playing methods of Morin Fhuur include Huer, Chaoer, Overtone, and Zhuo Nong. These playing methods are too It’s ancient, but now there are only eight successors in Beiping who are proficient in the traditional music playing method. The “solid tone performance” is a modern improvement, so it is also called the “modern solid tone performance method.”

"Stop talking, this kid is about to start."

Seeing Yi Xin's joy, Teacher Tang grabbed the earphones and put them on, turned on the instrument, stared hard, and prepared to listen.

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Xu Chen's chest rose and fell, and he let out a long breath.

Pull the "draw the bow" slowly and leisurely.
The score of "Jade Belt Bridge" is not difficult and I am familiar with it by heart.

The low and melodious melody speaks a thousand words.

"Anhe Bridge" is a song composed by Song Dongye to recall his childhood and commemorate his deceased grandmother. The title of the song "Anhe Bridge" later became "Fifth Ring Road".

The music score is clean and simple, paired with the morinouqin, which instantly pulls people into the deepest place in their memory.

It didn’t take long to play.

When the song ended, Xu Chen was sweating profusely. The most touching thing about a song is never the gorgeous technique, but the warmth in human nature.

Don't dare to wipe off the sweat. The sweat on your palms will damage the accuracy of the instrument. Place the matouqin carefully.

Xu Chen walked outside. For the first time, he didn't know the effect, so he said modestly: "Teacher Tang, I haven't played for a long time. The effect may be a little poor. Can you see any improvements?"

Lao Tang is from the 86-level recording department of Nortel.

in history.

Nortel's 78-level directing department and Nortel's 86-level recording department are both well-known departments of Nortel.

Wang Lewen, the workshop director of the recording department of Bayi Film Studio, is a member of the Nortel class of 86. This group of people are currently active in the Chinese television and film circles.

The studio is quiet.

Lao Tang squinted his eyes.

Xu Chen just thought the effect was not good, turned around, and prepared to go in.

Xiao Chen stood up from the stool with a bang and called out in a crisp voice: "Xu Chen, what is the name of this song? I have never heard such a song before. Why do I feel a little uncomfortable after listening to it?"

Xiao Chen is the receptionist of Baihua Recording Studio and has listened to many songs. However, so far, she has never heard a song like "Jade Belt Bridge".

Morin fiddle is so beautiful.

The corners of Xu Chen's mouth turned up. Any singer would feel happy when he saw himself conquering the audience. He smiled and said: ""Jade Belt Bridge", if you like this song, I will give it to you when the album comes out."

"Thank you." Xiao Chen thought of Xu Chen's smile as he slapped Matouqin on the butt. He felt a little embarrassed and did not dare to look at Xu Chen. "Okay~" Lao Tang put down his headphones, listening to music was a pleasure.

Xu Chen was very skilled at playing the Morin Qin. He thought about it, clicked his tongue and asked, "Well, young man, what is your name? Can you play the ancient method?"

Xu Chen learned the matouqin from a British Mongolian.

"Teacher Tang, my name is Xu Chen. I didn't expect you to study Morinouqin so deeply."

I will make more use of Lao Tang when recording songs in the future.

Xu Chen complimented: "It's really rare in China at the moment. I know a little bit of the ancient music, but in terms of technique, I'm definitely not as skilled as some of the seniors."

"Xu Chen, you are so humble. You can compose music, lyrics, and play by yourself. It's amazing." Lao Tang was very impressed and said with a smile: "Leave your contact information when you're done. Not many people know the matouqin. You know this. We can’t bury our abilities.”

"Nima."

Huang Bo was dumbfounded. Xu Chen's grandson was so lucky. Even if he recorded a sound, he could get a connection with Nortel. If there was a movie that needed a soundtrack, the cost of singing for a few dozen dollars was really a drop in the bucket.

Zhang Yatong was not too surprised.

Baihua Deep Recording Studio is currently the number one recording studio in Mainland China.

The most exquisite people in Chinese music gather here. It is not so much a recording studio as it is a top network club in the music industry.

just.

The opportunity is in front of him. Xu Chen can do it, but others may not be able to do it.

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Lao Tang is very valuable. He records for one hour, which is currently 800 yuan/unit.

If Lao Tang is in a bad mood or wants to make more money, he can procrastinate for a few hours and take it easy.

The singer really couldn't give a reason. Nayoung was right when she said, "It's hard to comment. The recording technology is so interlaced that it's like a mountain."

Xu Chen was so cash-strapped that he broke a penny in half and spent it, saying nothing but shameless words to fool Lao Tang.

leftover.

Just think of yourself as a cow and a horse, and it is impossible to rest.

All in one go.

Finished recording the morinouqin and guitar of "Jade Belt Bridge".Rattle, Chinese drum.

on musical instruments.

In the album, "Dragon Scales of Heaven and Earth", "Jade Belt Bridge", "Serve the Country with Loyalty", and "Ruishi" all have the same instrument.

Xu Chen wouldn't stop doing anything, and just messed around all at once.

He doesn't want his life.

In the studio.

Several people were numb. Huang Bo wanted to rush in and smash Xu Chen's brain open to see what kind of monster it was!

Really Nima.

One person did all the work of the band. Huang Bo originally had a guitar job, but Xu Chen disliked his slow movements, so he played the guitar as his output.

It was eight o'clock in the evening.

My butt was so wet that I couldn't stand it any longer. I pulled off the earphones, my legs were shaking, I rubbed my lower abdomen, and said to Zhang Yatong: "Xiao Zhang, this old guy can't stand it anymore. Xu Chen is in good health. He's bad at recording." I’ll record a few more times, so I won’t delay things and you can do my job.”

Recording instruments is boring.

Zhang Yatong's eyes were a little dark, and he nodded subconsciously. He sat in front of the recording instrument, with the red and green instrument lights on, and put on the headphones.

in the earphones.

Xu Chen is playing the bass. This song is "Thousand Mountains, Sun and Moon" from the album. The rhythm is pop blues, which is considered the most common golden song.

It took two hours of mechanical recording.

Ten p.m.

Zhang Yatong fell down on the recording equipment.

After Xu Chen finished recording, he started in front of the piano. When he walked out, he saw a person lying on the instrument table, and his eyes suddenly widened.

I am Nima.

Zhang Yatong is dead.

(End of this chapter)

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