NABC Chapter 61 Yao Feng's Pride
Chapter 61 Yao Feng's Pride
arrive home.
Grandma has already prepared dinner.
At the dinner table, Liu Yifei, like a chattering little sparrow, excitedly recounted everything that had happened in the school's arts troupe that day.
From how the teachers competed for students, to how she and Chen Lang joined three groups, and then to meeting Che Yue and Huang Chengzi.
She spoke with great enthusiasm and was extremely excited.
Liu Xiaoli and her grandparents listened with great interest, their faces beaming with smiles.
"Our Sisi is amazing; she's the most popular girl wherever she goes."
Grandma picked up a piece of braised pork with her chopsticks and put it into Liu Yifei's bowl.
Liu Yifei shook her head smugly, took a bite of the fatty meat, and put the lean meat into Chen Lang's bowl.
She chewed and finished her food in a few bites, then pointed at Chen Lang with a grin.
"Grandma, Langlang is even more amazing."
"Teacher Wang asked him to compose music for the National Day program."
"He also wrote a new song himself, a duet with me."
"Oh?"
Upon hearing this, the three adults at the dinner table became interested.
Liu Xiaoli put down her chopsticks.
"Langlang, you've written a new song?"
Chen Lang nodded.
"Yes, I wrote it at school this afternoon."
"Quickly, take it out and let us see it."
Liu Xiaoli was somewhat excited.
She knew her son was very talented at adapting works, but this was his first time creating an original piece.
Just as Chen Lang was about to say that he would look at it after finishing his meal, the clear sound of a bicycle bell came from the gate of the courtyard.
Yao Feng and his family have arrived.
Every weekend, they would come over in the evenings to enjoy the air conditioning and, incidentally, guide the children in practicing the piano.
"Uncle, Aunt, Xiaoli."
Yao Feng pushed open the door and greeted him with a smile.
Yao Beina followed behind him, carrying a watermelon in her hand.
"Grandma, Grandpa, Aunt Li."
The family walked into the house as if they knew the way inside.
Li Xinmin put the watermelon into the kitchen.
"I just came back from outside, it's so hot, quick, put it in water to cool it down."
Yao Feng plopped down at the table, picked up his chopsticks, and prepared to eat.
"I'm starving! The food in the school cafeteria today is awful."
Liu Xiaoli smiled and patted his hand.
Go wash your hands.
She turned to Li Xinmin and Yao Beina and said.
"Sister-in-law, Bena, have you eaten yet? If not, let's eat together."
"We've already eaten."
Li Xinmin smiled and waved his hand.
Yao Beina then moved closer to Liu Yifei, and the two friends whispered to each other.
At the dinner table, Liu Xiaoli recounted Chen Lang's new song again.
Yao Feng had just come out of the restroom when he heard this, and his eyes lit up.
He didn't even have time to dry his hands; he just shook them a few times and rushed to Chen Lang in two steps.
"Have you written a new song?"
His voice was full of surprise and excitement.
"Quick! Show it to your uncle!"
He was even more anxious than Liu Xiaoli, who was her mother.
Chen Lang was trained by him personally, starting with teaching him Do-Re-Mi when he was three years old, and gradually growing to where he is today.
He had long hoped that Chen Lang would write something of his own.
Helpless, Chen Lang had no choice but to put down his chopsticks and take out the piece of paper with the musical score written on it from his schoolbag.
Yao Feng snatched it away.
He adjusted his glasses, leaned closer to the light, and began to examine them carefully.
At the dinner table, everyone stopped eating and watched him quietly.
Yao Feng's expression gradually changed from anticipation to surprise, then to approval, and finally to deep satisfaction.
With his expertise, he can construct the melody of the entire song in his mind with just a glance at the sheet music.
The melody of this song is very simple and catchy.
But simplicity does not mean crudeness.
Its chord progressions are smooth and pleasant.
The structure is neat, with clear distinction between the verses and chorus.
What's most remarkable is that this song captures the vibrant colors of the four seasons, exuding a lively and uplifting vitality.
It is warm and full of power.
This is not something an eight-year-old child could write.
But ironically, the lyrics are so innocent and so close to real life.
"It's a folk song from our family..."
"When I grow tall enough to be your support, I'll make you proud..."
Yao Feng repeatedly pondered these lyrics, his nose tingling with emotion.
He understands these words too well.
He understands his nephew so well.
This child lost his biological mother at a young age and was raised by Xiaoli, who fed him mouthful after mouthful of milk.
Because he was premature, he was shorter than his peers from a young age.
In order to grow taller, he would endure excruciating pain from the medicinal baths, biting a towel as he jumped into them.
This child, who appears mature beyond his years, yearns for the warmth of a family more than anyone else.
This song is a reflection of his inner world.
It is his love for this family, and his promise to his two older sisters.
Liu Xiaoli felt the same way.
Every word in these lyrics represents the child's most beautiful wish.
Tears welled up in her eyes, and she couldn't hold back her tears.
Yao Feng raised his head and looked at Chen Lang.
"it is good."
He only said one word.
But this one word contained all his affirmation and pride.
Chen Lang smiled.
How could it not be good? This is the famous work that Chang Yu-sheng wrote for A-mei (Chang Hui-mei).
Upon receiving the affirmation from this professional composer, Liu Xiaoli and her grandparents couldn't stop smiling.
Yao Feng handed the sheet music in his hand to Yao Beina, who was standing next to him.
"Bena, come and take a look."
Yao Beina couldn't wait any longer and accepted it.
She studied music from a young age, so her ability to read music is naturally excellent.
As she looked at the sheet music, she unconsciously began to hum along.
"The spring breeze is gentle, carrying songs and laughter; you are like a joyful lark..."
Her voice was clear and crisp, like a mountain spring.
Liu Yifei, who was standing next to her, hummed along softly.
When the chorus begins.
"You are my sister, you are my darling, life is only perfect with you..."
Yao Beina's eyes grew brighter and brighter.
She sang with increasing enjoyment, her face beaming with uncontainable joy.
After singing the last line, she excitedly hugged Liu Yifei tightly.
"Sissi, can you hear me! You're my baby!"
She excitedly kissed Liu Yifei on the cheek.
"My brother's songs are so good!"
Liu Yifei was being hugged by her, and he giggled.
Yao Feng's smile widened as he watched this scene.
He turned to look at Chen Lang.
"Langlang, what are your thoughts on the arrangement of this song?"
This is a conversation between professional musicians.
The soul of a song lies half in its lyrics and music, and the other half in its arrangement.
A good arrangement can transform a song.
Chen Lang nodded; he had already made up his mind.
"Uncle, I want to make a pop-rock version."
"Popular soft rock?"
Yao Feng was stunned for a moment.
In 94, this term was still considered a relatively new concept in China.
"Um."
Chen Lang explained his thoughts.
"The whole song is based on piano and acoustic guitar to ensure the melody is warm and soothing."
"Just like when we adapt songs, the melody is the most important thing."
Yao Feng nodded, agreeing with this line of thinking.
This aligns with the musical aesthetic that a child from a musical family should possess.
(Thanks to the generous donor, MengvlHongchen!)