You Made Me a Superstar

   Chapter 370 I made another paragraph!

   "My Motherland" has countless versions in the original world.

   A version of the battle of the movie "Shangganling".

   Guo. A version sung by Grandma Yinglan in the 1950s.

   Many stars have sung the changed version in the follow-up, which is also considered a…

   However, the version that impressed Zhou Yang the most was a "Singing for the People's Artistic Achievement Concert" held by Grandma Guo in the Great Hall of the People that year.

   That year, on TV, the moment the suona was played, goosebumps all over Zhou Yang's body, his emotions followed the melody, and his whole body was a mess of excitement.

but……

   At the rehearsal site of this concert, Zhou Yang found that he did not feel this way.

The melody of   suona is similar to the previous one, it is still loud, and the shock is also very strong, but the mood only rises to half, and finally falls.

   When the erhu sounded again, a strong sense of division permeated itself, as if the emotions had been faulted. Not only did the suona and the erhu not blend, it was as if they were competing to show off their skills.

   "Starting with suona, it seems... um, that teacher Tong, how about we change your seat? You don't want to sit here and change to another place?"

   "Mr. Tong, I think... the last part of the suona doesn't seem right."

   Zhou Yang's musical comprehension is good enough for ordinary people, but in front of these masters, he is definitely suspected of being a gangster.

but……

  When the memory of the concert in the original world collided with the rehearsal in this world, Zhou Yang still distinguished some differences.

  For example, the position of the suona master Tong Yuan seems to be different from that of the suona master in the original world. For example, the ending of the middle part played by Tong Yuan seems to be different from the original world.

   "What's wrong? Is it the score or the method of playing?" Tong Yuan frowned slightly when he looked at Zhou Yang's appearance.

   "It doesn't feel right." Zhou Yang shook his head after thinking for a while.

   "What kind of feeling do you need to find?" After listening to Zhou Yang's ambiguous answer, Tong Yuan's brows furrowed deeper: "Can you elaborate, is it a matter of timbre, pitch, or loudness?"

   Zhou Yang thought deeply for a while, trying to recall the familiar melody in his memory. After thinking about it for a long time, he shook his head again: "Can we meet again?"

   He found himself unable to speak.

   It seemed that the two of them were blowing at the same time, and he could only listen to it over and over again.

  Tong Yuan felt speechless at Zhou Yang's ambiguity and inexplicable words, but nodded, very tired, she picked up the suona and played it again according to the score.

  After blowing...

   Zhou Yang lowered his head, all kinds of doubts echoed in his heart over and over again, as if they were exactly the same, but again...

Different.

   He couldn't take a picture.

   Then he looked at the erhu master Zhang Zunlian. He felt that Zhang Zunlian seemed to be able to play it all right, but it seemed to deviate from a melody in his memory, as if the time was a little bit faster.

   But let Zhou Yang find a fast place, but he couldn't find it.

   "Xiao Zhou, otherwise, come here first today, everyone is very tired, and the perception of music is somewhat biased, otherwise, come back tomorrow after a good rest."

  Zhang Zunlian looked at Zhou Yang, his eyes were sometimes deep, sometimes dazed, and sometimes he lowered his head, and finally patted him on the shoulder.

   He felt that Zhou Yang was too tired.

   Zhou Yang nodded after listening, asked Zhang Zunlian for the video of the rehearsal of "My Motherland" and left.

the next day.

  The famous musicians gathered together to continue rehearsing to find the wrong...

   The second day of the concert seemed to be smoother, and the effect was much improved than the first time. Some core problems were also found, but the taste was still not right.

   After the rehearsal, everyone looked at the chair in the corner.

  The chair was empty, and Zhou Yang did not come.

   Of course, Zhang Zunlian and others didn't care whether Zhou Yang came or not. Zhou Yang himself had little help for concerts of this level, but he was not an important person.

   No one thinks Zhou Yang can point them out.

   But on the third day.

   On the morning of July 28th...

   When Zhang Zunlian walked into the rehearsal room of the Huaxia National Theater, he saw that Zhou Yang had been waiting on the stage for a long time.

"Xiao Zhou?"

"Mr. Zhang, I know there's something wrong, Mr. Zhang, or else, change all the seats, and at the same time, there is this paragraph, I think the tone is a bit high... But I'm not sure, maybe a little bit more Lower... or try it out!"

  Zhang Zunlian saw Zhou Yang come over excitedly, and began to chat with him about various issues of "My Motherland".

  From Suona, to Erhu, to Guzheng...

   What Zhou Yang said was still so ambiguous and quite unprofessional, but Zhang Zunlian listened and his eyes became serious.

  According to what Zhou Yang said, he carefully watched the rehearsal video again...

   The more you look, the more serious you are.

   After about ten minutes, other famous musicians came one after another.

  Zhang Zunlian sorted out Zhou Yang's ambiguous words, and finally his eyes lit up.

   Then, he ignored Zhou Yang and walked towards the conductor Qiao Yu. He chatted with Qiao Yu for a long time, Qiao Yu glanced at Zhou Yang from time to time, and then nodded again and again, his eyes full of admiration.

   It seems that Zhou Yang's suggestion is very inspiring!

   About half an hour later, Zhang Zunlian walked towards Zhou Yang again.

   "Xiao Zhou, just try it according to your feelings!" He looked at Zhou Yang with surprises in his eyes.

   Before, he was a little puzzled about why Zhou Yang was so unprofessional, but now, he suddenly realized that the so-called professional, in the face of absolute talent and keen perception of music, seems to have no meaning.

   Zhou Yang didn't feel very happy after seeing Zhang Zunlian's surprise, but heaved a long sigh of relief.

   A new round of rehearsal has officially started!

   This rehearsal was very smooth, almost a one-time pass…

   After the rehearsal, Tong Yuan looked at Zhou Yang who was still silent in the corner in disbelief.

   She never dreamed of a problem that had been bothering her for a few days, but Zhou Yang found the reason right away...

"this person……"

   "He should be a talented creative monster, and cannot be measured by the basis of music..." Zhang Zunlian shook his head, although he was shocked, sometimes God seems to be so unfair.

"Hey!"

   "Mr. Kenneth, I have made another score for the saxophone of "Go Home". Where are you now, are you free to come and listen?"

   "The Last of the Mohicans also reminded me of a passage...Is John Williams around?"

   Just when he wanted to chat with Zhou Yang, he suddenly saw Zhou Yang stand up suddenly.

   Then, he took out his mobile phone and made a phone call excitedly!

  Zhang Zunlian was taken aback...

   Something happened at night and I have to go to the hospital...

   Only a short one!

   (end of this chapter)