NABC Chapter 64 If we wait any longer, it'll be too late.
Chapter 64 If we wait any longer, it'll be too late.
Chapter 64 If we wait any longer, it'll be too late (Seeking first subscription, burst update mode activated)
Time flies, and it's Saturday already.
September 27th.
That day, Chen Lang's spacious music room seemed a bit crowded.
All of his so-called Seven Freaks of Jiangnan masters were present, without exception.
Besides Yu De and Wang Sen, who have already formally become his students, there are four other professors from the Wuhan Conservatory of Music who have long been considered his disciples. These are all prominent figures in their respective fields.
Hu Zhiping, an associate professor who teaches the erhu, will become the future dean of Wuhan Conservatory of Music.
Liang Ruihua, the dulcimer teacher, is the department head.
Rongzheng, an associate professor who teaches wind instruments.
Zhang Zhike, an associate professor, teaches the suona.
Although these individuals have not formally accepted Chen Lang as their disciple, they have long regarded him as their designated last disciple.
They came today for only one purpose.
I just wanted to see for myself what the song that Yao Feng had been praising so highly in his office was really like.
I also want to hear firsthand what kind of masterpiece their precious apprentice, who is not yet officially an apprentice, has created with his first original work.
The small music room was packed with people.
Liu Xiaoli and her grandparents could only stand at the door and peek inside.
There were too many people; the music room simply couldn't accommodate everyone.
The other four teachers, having nowhere to sit, simply stood at the connection between the music room and the dance room.
They all crossed their arms, their faces scrutinizing each other.
The musical instruments were already set up in the music room.
Yao Feng sat behind the Yamaha electronic keyboard.
Yu Deduo adjusted the drum kit paddles.
Wang Sen was holding the Fender electric guitar and testing it out.
Chen Lang, Liu Yifei, and Yao Beina stood side by side in front of the Shure SM58 microphone.
"Is everything ready?"
Yao Feng turned around and asked a question.
Chen Lang nodded.
Yao Feng took a deep breath and his fingers fell on the piano keys.
A bright and warm piano prelude slowly flows out.
It's very simple and clean.
Like the first ray of sunlight in the morning.
Everyone fell silent.
After the intro, Wang Sen's acoustic guitar arpeggios gently joined in.
The crisp sound of the piano and the melody of the piano intertwined perfectly.
Chen Lang held the microphone and sang the first line.
"A gentle spring breeze carries songs and laughter."
His voice was clear and clean, with a quality unique to young people.
"You are like a happy lark."
The harmonies of Yao Beina and Liu Yifei also joined in.
The three voices blended together perfectly.
"I will remember your smile, I will remember your kindness."
"It's a folk song from our family."
The arrangement of the verses is very simple.
There was only a piano and an acoustic guitar.
But it is precisely this simplicity that makes the texture of the vocals and the beauty of the melody stand out even more.
The expressions on the faces of the four standing teachers had changed from scrutiny to seriousness.
They are all professional musicians; they can tell the essence of the song just by listening to it.
The melody is so well written.
Simple, yet unconventional.
It is full of spiritual energy.
Soon, the song entered its chorus.
Yu Detan gently tapped the drumstick in his hand.
Thump, tap.
A crisp drumbeat joined in.
Immediately afterwards, the guitar in Wang Sen's hands changed from arpeggios to strumming with a stronger sense of rhythm.
The atmosphere of the entire song instantly became more expansive.
"You are my sister, you are my baby."
"It's only perfect with you here."
The three children's singing had an extra layer of power compared to the verses.
"When I grow tall, I'll be someone you can rely on."
"I'll make you proud."
When he sang this line, Chen Lang's voice became noticeably louder.
Standing at the door, Hu Zhiping couldn't help but nod.
This line is so well written!
Finished a song.
Applause erupted throughout the music room.
Pop, pop, pop.
The four standing teachers applauded generously.
His face was full of admiration and surprise.
"good!"
Erhu teacher Hu Zhiping was the first to speak.
"Yao Feng, you weren't bragging this time."
"This song is really well written!"
Yangqin teacher Liang Ruihua also nodded.
"The melody is catchy, and the arrangement has a great sense of layering."
"It takes real skill to gradually build up the emotions."
Zhang Zhike, the suona teacher, has the loudest voice.
"This doesn't sound like something an eight-year-old would write!"
"This level of completion is better than many compositions written by graduates of our school!"
After being praised like that, Yao Feng, Yu Detan, and Wang Sen all wore smug smiles.
Their expressions made it seem as if they had written the song themselves.
Hu Zhiping walked up to Chen Lang and took the complete score of the arrangement from his hand.
He looked at it carefully.
Above, the piano, guitar, drum kit, bass, and vocal parts are all clearly marked.
Neat and standardized.
He handed the full score to several people nearby for review.
After reading it, the group was even more shocked.
This doesn't look like something an eight-year-old would do.
This is clearly the level of a mature music producer.
They glanced at the three guys next to them: Yao Feng, Yu Detan, and Wang Sen, their faces beaming with smugness and pride.
A sour feeling welled up inside me.
No.
Can't wait any longer.
If we wait any longer, the daylilies will get cold.
This child is only eight years old and can already write songs on his own, just like a little adult.
If we wait two more years, until he grows up and becomes more thoughtful, what if he becomes too reserved and embarrassed to kowtow when he becomes a disciple?
When I meet Yao Feng and the others, won't I suddenly feel inferior?
This is absolutely unacceptable.
Thinking of this, Hu Zhiping cleared his throat and a kind smile appeared on his face.
He walked up to Liu Xiaoli.
"Xiao Li."
"Look at Langlang, she has such a great talent for music."
"I teach erhu, so why not seize the day?"
"Let's settle this matter today and accept him as my last disciple."
"Whenever he wants to learn the erhu, he can come to me anytime, and I promise to teach him everything I know."
"What do you think?"
As soon as he said this, the three teachers next to him who did not yet have official titles became anxious.
"Hey, Lao Hu, that's not fair of you! Why did you jump the gun?"
Liang Ruihua also quickly came over.
"It's Xiaoli, and me too. I teach the dulcimer."
"Langlang must also become my disciple!"
"And me, Guan Yue!"
"And me, Suona!"
All four of them are professors or associate professors at the Wuhan Conservatory of Music.
At this moment, they were like four children eagerly fighting over candy, arguing heatedly around Liu Xiaoli.
Liu Xiaoli and her grandparents were overjoyed to see this scene.
They were all in the arts and culture circle, so they knew exactly who these people were.
These are all pillars of Wuhan's music scene.
Each of them is a pivotal figure in Hubei's music scene.
These people are now vying to take their granddaughter's husband as their apprentice.
What a great honor and what a blessing!
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