I, who lived in seclusion for thousands of years, was exposed by yearning

Chapter 419 Playing the Guitar

Seeing Yixing's excited look, Ye Qing smiled lightly.

He bet the kid had no idea what he was talking about just now when he heard it.

It’s just that in the end I came to my senses and felt that I didn’t know how to answer for fear of embarrassment, so I chose an ambiguous answer that could answer anything.

Look at how stiff the child's face was when he heard something from the silly boy just now, and how excited he was when he knew someone was helping.

"The one you staged, those who didn't know would think that the old man gave you extra work."

"No, since I'm going to use these instruments, cleaning them is what I should do."

Yixing quickly shook his head and waved his hands.

He really felt that this was what he should do.

It's just that I think it's a little too much, but I don't complain when I let him clean it.

"I see, you don't have to be so excited, kid."

Ye Qing smiled and shook his head, standing next to a piece of musical instruments.

"The piano is already there. For these instruments, you need to clean up the instruments that are needed on the score first. The rest will be cleaned together after the trees in the three fields are planted."

At his request, the trees in the field have now been planted in the middle of the second field.

So there is no need for Yixing to do both.

Besides, the tree has nothing to do if it can't be done. It's good to clean his instrument.

"really?"

"We do it too?"

Compared with Yixing's flattering, Peng Yuchang's tone was unbelievable.

Yixing didn't expect that the old man had already made arrangements. Although he was handed over to clean up, he finally arranged for him.

But Peng Yuchang frowned, with a mournful face.

He doesn't understand music or musical instruments, so what if his cleaning is broken?
Besides, he managed to finish planting the tree, and he can rest, why can't he be left idle?
"Why don't you want to do it?"

Ye Qing looked at Peng Yuchang's unwillingness to move, and looked at him without any expression on his face.

This kid thinks he can be lazy after planting the tree?
Don't even think about being with him, unless he approves, don't even think about taking a rest.

Just to cure Tacong's laziness, didn't he give the monkey to the child.

"I didn't say no."

"Then what was your tone just now?"

"My tone was..."

Peng Yuchang watched the old man want to break the casserole and ask the bottom line, his mind was spinning rapidly.

How dare he say that he is not happy, but his tone just now contained some dissatisfaction and disbelief.

Well, what excuse should he be looking for.

His eyeballs kept rolling, and suddenly stopped.

Have it.

"My tone was that I was surprised that you let me, a person who doesn't know a musical instrument, participate in the cleaning. You let me participate in the trust in me, and I am really happy."

"I'd be glad too, old man, if your brains were as clever as you are at inventing reasons."

Ye Qing listened to the flattery, and gave Peng Yuchang a supercilious look.

The set of flattering but not wearing is useless to him.

His ears are not deaf, his eyes are not blind, and his IQ is not low.

"Grandpa, your musical instruments can form several bands or orchestras."

Huang Lei walked to the place where the guitar was placed, and couldn't help but fiddled with the strings.

A warm and mellow note came from the guitar.

kindness?
This tone doesn't seem like the kind of guitar you usually hear.

"At that time, I liked music, so I studied the production of this instrument. Most of my instruments are made by myself."

Ye Qing walked towards Huang Lei while talking.

The plucking sound of the classical guitar suddenly reminded him of a piece of music and a child.

"Grandpa, why does the tone of this guitar feel different from the one we usually hear?"

"This guitar is a classical guitar, and its strings are nylon strings, and the tone is brighter, rounder, and rounder than other guitars."

While talking to Huang Lei, Ye Qing fumbled in his pocket, and then took out a handkerchief to wipe the classical guitar.

Wiping off the dust on it, he tested the pitch of each string, and then hugged it to his chest.

"Just play a short section for you, and you can feel the tender feeling it brings."

Ye Qing simply plucked a few notes with his fingers first, and then plucked a string with several fingers continuously.

He recalled the song and kept moving his fingertips.

The trembling of each string is like beads falling on a jade plate.

Everyone listened to the vibrato of the guitar and watched the movements of the old man's hands, and they all admired the old man in their hearts.

According to what they usually hear, if there are too many vibratos, it will make people feel very irritable, just like the bee buzzing.

But what the master played didn't feel that way at all.

I don't know if it's because of the guitar, or because the old man is skilled.

In the constant vibrato, they felt as if beads fell on a jade plate, and it was the kind of crispness that guided people to the farthest place in memory.

There is a touch of sadness in it, but slowly it is quiet and soft.

This song gives people a feeling that the old man who has gone through vicissitudes is recalling, and after recalling, he is slowly letting go and looking forward to the future.

"Kite..."

Ye Qing put the guitar aside after finishing the final note.

Seeing that the children were all intoxicated, he took out the drum stick from the drum kit next to him and hit it heavily on the cymbal.

bang——

This sound directly brought the intoxicated people back to reality from the dream of music.

"Old man, your sound almost scared me out of my wits."

"Fortunately, none of us have a heart attack, otherwise we would all have to be shocked."

"Don't worry, you can be saved if you draw it over. If the cymbals weren't available there, I'd just use them to summon you back to your senses."

Ye Qing said and put down the drumstick in his hand.

The power of the cymbals is stronger than that of this drum set, and he has already relieved Shanghai for them.

"Then we are lucky, you put Huaxia's musical instruments over there."

He Jiong followed the old man's line of sight, and couldn't help feeling grateful.

Fortunately, it was a drum set, not the cymbals, suona or gong, otherwise when the sound sounded, they would not have regained their senses, but would have sent them away.

"Old man, what's the name of the song you played just now? This song is suitable for listening to at night. The real vibrato of the strings seems to bring me back to the past and to the future."

"You kid's description is not bad, this piece of music lies in a kind of artistic conception."

Ye Qing listened to Yixing's description, nodded and continued:

"The name of this piece is the Alhambra Palace, and it was composed by that child of Tárrega. His piece is about the rise and fall of a royal palace."

"Tarrega? The musician you speak of is from the country of bullfights?"

When He Jiong heard the name of the song and the name of the musician, he narrowed his eyes slightly as if recalling something in his memory.

It's just that he wasn't quite sure the man he heard was the man he remembered.

But if the country matches up, he will know who this Tarrega is.

(End of this chapter)