Chapter 128 Sheet music

    Whether Shan Shan played "You Chun" is important, but not that serious.

    No, no, no, no big deal. Even if it is not "Outing in Spring", it is still a wonderful and graceful Guqin piece. It's okay to have a different name.

    [Just sent the recorded video to the Guqin Research Association, let's wait for the answer. ]

    [No, it doesn't matter, it's still a beautiful piece of music. If it's "You Chun", that's even better! 】

    【Boldly guess, will my sister have more lost songs? ]

    [Very likely, look forward to Shanshan bringing more lost skills! ]

    What if there are so many, will the relevant departments really pull Shanshan to do experiments?

    What she did was good for the country and the people.

    The bath bean formula she brought has saved countless acne-pocked faces and brought confidence to countless boys and girls.

    The ancient shampoo is exported to England. In the past, the Mediterranean Sea is now densely forested. As long as you use it, everyone will have hair on their heads. It has become the best-selling shampoo in the world, with 200,000 bottles sold every second. Go around the earth several times.

    In her place, there are no apprentices, and the master starves to death. All kinds of delicacies, all kinds of lost skills, are not hidden at all, and passed down through various methods...

    One by one, which one is not beneficial to the people?

    [It would be great if Shan Shan could live to be 200 years old! ]

    [My heart aches when I think that Shan Shan will only live to be a hundred years old. 】

    【Hahahaha, isn't the upstairs really a high-level black man? 】

    【As long as Shanshan's original intention remains unchanged, I can follow until the moment of my death. ]

    [+ my ID number. 】

    There are many loyal fans not only in China, but also abroad. Dozens of Weibo fan support clubs have already registered.

    Many foreigners, for the sake of Shanshan’s registered Weibo, say something bad about Shanshan, and they will [Foreigners do not follow. 】

    The French fan group always secretly expresses that Shanshan will be the daughter-in-law of France, and has been attacked by hackers many times. Which country does not want such talents.

    Such a person who loves the motherland and is committed to promoting the intangible cultural heritage culture, it is too late to protect her, how could she do things that hurt her.

    There are indeed some speculations on the origin of Shanshan on the Internet. A view that everyone agrees with is that Shanshan learned these lost skills and knowledge through his connections.

    Some initial speculations later turned into voices of support.

    Don't let her continue to do things that she has learned so hard, things that are beneficial to society, and make a lot of ill-intentioned guesses behind the keyboard, is she crazy?

    Therefore, Shanshan is the only public figure with zero black fans.

    After Shan Shan finished the song, He Zhizhou asked her, "Shan Shan, is this the lost "You Chun"?"

    Shan Shan was taken aback, it was "You Chun", was it lost? She doesn't know how many Guqin scores are left until now.

    In his expectant eyes, Shanshan replied, "It's "You Chun", but I don't know if it is the lost "You Chun" you said.

    "

    After playing, Shan Shan checked the information on the Internet, and she knew that the original piano score was encoded in words. But it is not clear which repertoires have been handed down. If there are not many left, she will write another one.

    At first, she was a little concerned about whether she knew a little too much, and whether others would doubt it. Now, completely free.

    These are all things she knows, stored in her memory. When Pei Ze and the others asked, she said that she collected them. They knew how to measure, they didn't know how to ask carefully, and they even helped her cover up.

    The program team also speculated that it was because of her strong connections, which were collected and passed on. After all, there was Xie Jinyan, a more mysterious figure than her.

    If there is any problem, everyone will start to think about it, and push it all to Xie Jinyan.

    For the "collection and then inheritance", Shanshan faintly sensed that the relevant departments were very supportive, and there were no strange voices.

    Guqin's score is very special compared to other scores.

    It is not a composition description such as dorami trembling, but a score composed of fingering, emblem position, and string position. It does not record pitch and rhythm in detail, making it difficult to understand.

    In "A Dream of Red Mansions", Lin Daiyu laughed at Jia Baoyu for not being able to read the piano score. Nowadays, most people can read the piano score, let alone understand the piano score.

    Guqin's written notation has gone through several periods. At the beginning, a long piece of text was used to record a short piece of music.

    In the heyday of the Tang Dynasty, the qin master Cao Rou first created the Guqin minus character notation. He simplified and abbreviated the Chinese characters, and recombined and recorded the fingerings, emblem positions, and string positions of the left and right hands, which greatly simplified the notation of characters and was more conducive to the development of Guqin art. inherited. ——1

    At the end of the Sui Dynasty and the beginning of the Tang Dynasty, Zhao Yeli sorted out the musical score, and compiled works explaining the playing method such as "The Right Hand Method of Playing the Qin" and "The Hand Style Diagram of Playing the Qin". ——1

    The famous qin melody "Jieshi Diao*Youlan" is the score of Liangqiu in the Southern Dynasties. It is the earliest and only surviving Guqin written score in China. It lived in Japan during the war and is now in the Tokyo National Museum. ——1

    There are more than 150 Guqin scores in existence. At present, there are more than 50 repertoires that are often performed, including "High Mountain and Flowing Water", "Pingsha Luoyan", "Guangling San" and so on. ——1

    Ten minutes later, what Shan Shan just played does not belong to any score.

    Either she wrote it, or we left it in history.

    No matter which one it is, it is enough for piano score lovers to be excited and cherished. I wish she could play a few more!

    Shanshan asked He Zhizhou, "Zhizhou, can you record the piano score?"

    He Zhizhou's mother is good at playing the guqin. She was forced to practice the guqin when she was a child and suffered countless beatings. Now she finally puts it to use.

    His fair face turned rosy with joy.

    "I will!"

    Shanshan smiled, "It's good that I will. I'll play for you."

    "Okay."

    【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh that's great! ! ! Shanshan wants to record the Guqin score and give it to us. 】

    【Great! 】

    【Wooooow, I'm crying! ]

    Cui Zhexi clenched his fists, obviously he is the one who makes music. He Zhizhou stole the limelight again.

    Seeing Cui Zhexi's jealous demo, Shanshan thought that he was also in music, so he asked him to come and help.

    The current Guqin notation is actually composed of the lower part of the subtracted notation and the stave notation or numbered notation.

    Cui Zhexi has a certain foundation in music, and is familiar with staves and numbered notation. He Zhizhou and Cui Zhexi will be much more efficient when they cooperate.

    So they listened to another guqin concert for free.

    After recording, Shanshan took pictures with a pad. Then ask He Zhizhou to play it again according to the paper version, and she will check it on the pad to see if there are any mistakes or omissions.

    There are a few mistakes, and she corrects them with a capacitive pen.

    He Zhizhou was very nervous, did he remember wrongly just now?

    Cui Zhexi basically can't remember wrongly. The numbered notation is easy for him, but the reduced notation written by He Zhizhou is very difficult. Anyway, Cui Zhexi couldn't understand it.

    When He Zhizhou was playing, he was absent-minded and swallowed, afraid that Shan Shan would make a few more mistakes.

    Shan Shan heard the half-hearted sound of the piano, raised his eyes and asked him, "Do I want to eat people?"

    He Zhizhou shook his head and continued to play.

    "You wrote it right, but you played it wrong, so be more serious." Shanshan instructed.

    Mingming Shanshan's tone was very gentle, but He Zhizhou could hear a tone that was not angry but pretentious.

    [Hahahaha, I must have been scared of being beaten before the 3rd. ]

    [I'm in my forties and fifties, and when I see the head teacher in middle school, I'm still physically afraid...]

    [Hahahaha, who isn't. 】

    【Does No. 3 still want to ask Shanshan to be a teacher? ]

    [Put the lid on the pot and say something, I think No. 3 is better at playing the piano than painting. ]

    [You are not alone. 】

    He Zhizhou's fans are proud: 【Who would have thought that the youngest Chinese painting master is actually a guqin master. 】

    Cui Zhexi fan: 【No. 3 fan, don't put gold on your face, they hurt your traditional Chinese painting. ]

    [Nonsense! Jealous of our elder brother's level of Chinese painting. 】

    The barrage pinches up after a long absence.

    In the small yard, the piano sounded for a long time. Pei Ze brewed some tea and came over. The mountains were basking in the sun, drinking tea while revising the piano score.

    I looked at the time, it was time to cook at noon. Shanshan put down the pad and asked them what they want for lunch.

    Come on vacation, everyone wants to indulge, want to eat fried, stir-fried!

    Yu Yanran said, "Shanshan, I want to eat fried pork ribs."

    Shanshan: "Arrangement!"

    Yu Yanran: "Oh, thank you Shanshan!"

    Pei Ze said, "Shanshan, I want to eat braised rice with chicken wings."

    Shanshan: "Arrangement!"

    He Zhizhou said, "Shanshan, I want to eat grilled fish."

    Shanshan: "Arrangement!"

    [I really want to be pampered by the boss. ]

    [Who isn't. 】

    Cui Zhexi said, "Shanshan, I want to eat baked baogan, stewed chicken feet, pepper chicken, golden silk cake, lamb blood stew, steamed beef with flour, dry pot spicy shrimp, beef offal pot..."

    Shanshan stood up, Going to work in the kitchen, Cui Zhexi followed her and reported the names of the dishes.

    【Damn it, I'm already hungry. ]

    [I'm hungry too. ]

    [How does he know the names of so many dishes? I usually don't remember the name of the dish when I eat it. ]

    [Concerts, filming, announcements, traveling all over the world, eating a lot. 】

    While processing the mutton, Shanshan said to He Zhizhou, "Zhizhou, go and look at the fish baskets, and bring them back if you find anything."

    He Zhizhou nodded and went out to look at the fish baskets. If you have fish, you can eat grilled fish.

    The others stay and peel the garlic first.

    In the kitchen, Shanshan took out four ribs from the refrigerator, washed them, and grabbed them with baking soda.

    "The ribs fried at home, or the ribs we bought outside, actually taste almost tasteless. If you want to fry the meat thoroughly, the meat will be old. If you want it to be crispy, the meat is not cooked. Today I am going to make a garlic ribs. I am interested. You can do it with me too."

    [Interested, but no fuel. ]

    [Sisters, have you ever calculated this account? Takeaway pork ribs, a pack of eight or nine small ribs, at least 26 yuan. A bottle of 1.8 liters of cooking oil is only in the early 30s. For one frying, at most half a bottle of oil is used, which is 15 yuan of oil, and a rib (can be cut into 16 or 7 yuan) costs more than 20 yuan. In fact, it is very cheap. Of course, the labor cost is not included. Mainly, a little more "healthy". ]

    [The devil whispers. ]

    [A master negotiator. ]

    [I'm tempted by what I said! I mainly want to learn more life skills with Shanshan. ]

    [That's right! No matter where you go, you can't be hungry. ]

    [I'm different, I ordered takeaway fried pork ribs first, I'll eat first later, I'll kill you all. 】

    "Baking soda is sticky, and the ribs will be tender. Then add water to immerse the ribs."

    Shanshan washed his hands, "Next, we will fry the minced garlic." The

    peeled garlic is chopped into minced garlic, soaked in water for a while, and the garlic is squeezed out Sauce, then pour the garlic juice into the ribs just now, let the ribs absorb the garlic juice.

    Then fry the minced garlic in low heat. After filtering the oil and water, the minced garlic will be shaken to make a rustling sound.

    Shanshan nodded, yes, the frying was good.

    [Suck it, it’s fried so well! ]

    [Let me have a bite of garlic, I'm a garlic lover! ]

    [Hahaha, is it a devil? 】

    Wrap the ribs with a little cornstarch, and fry the ribs twice, the first time at low temperature, and the second time at high temperature.

    It smells so good, the people next to it can't help but swallow their saliva. It's back to the days when I was dominated by the cabin kitchen.

    [I also want to join, hey, I couldn't resist ordering a fried chicken cutlet, luckily it was noon. ]

    [I originally ordered takeaway, but I ordered a serving of fried pork ribs. I won’t sleep at noon today, and I will go to work after eating two takeaways...]

    [Woooooo, me too, hey, a cup of coffee is 35, and I ordered two takeaways 56, 8 yuan for the round-trip subway, woohoo, today's living expenses have seriously exceeded the standard. 】

    The fried pork ribs are golden and crispy, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, topped with freshly fried minced garlic, and served with a small dish of dipping sauce.

    As soon as it was fried, six or seven pairs of chopsticks reached for the fried pork ribs.

    Shanshan laughed, "Eat it, it's the best freshly fried, be careful not to burn it." As soon as the words

    fell, Cui Zhexi had already eaten the second piece.

    Take a bite, it seems that under the crispy skin, a little fresh and tender gravy can flow out, coupled with the aroma of five pieces of minced garlic, no one will say a word.

    [Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo 】

    [Hahahaha, the takeaway brother said, the fried pork ribs are a big deal today. 】

    Chicken wing braised rice and grilled fish are made at the same time.

    About half an hour later, dinner was served.

    Went to lunch today and pulled out some beers from the fridge. In the early summer days, the weather was not very hot, and everyone was very happy.

    Satisfied with wine and food, lying under a shady tree, leaning on a beach chair.

    Shanshan fanned the cattail fan while reading the piano score. Around her were two blue-topped thrushes, flapping their wings and flying around.

    I yawned, covered my face with a cattail fan, and took a lunch break.

    The two blue-topped thrushes flew away in a sensible manner without disturbing her lunch break.

    The moist sea breeze blows, and Shanshan hangs down with one hand, falling asleep.

    【It's a life I envy. ]

    [I'm so envious~] The

    others went to the room to rest.

    Forty minutes later, Shanshan was the first to wake up, and the island in the afternoon was a bit hot.

    She went to the kitchen to look around. There were frozen ice cubes in the refrigerator, as well as some fruit, cheese, and milk.

    Then make a maraschino cherry.

    "Cherry poured in sugar cheese was a dessert in the summer of Tang Dynasty," Shanshan said, bringing out various materials.

    Deep red cherries, with full grains and strong fragrance, are placed on the table by Shanshan.

    There was no fruit in the refrigerator yesterday, these should have been sent by Xie Jinyan this morning, Shanshan's heart was slightly touched. Just told him the other day that the cherries were ripe.

    【Well, I remember there was no fruit yesterday, only eggs and drinks. ]

    [ Observe carefully! 】

    【That must have been sent by Yanyan. 】

    Shanshan took out the required ingredients and put them on the table.

    Chatting with the audience in the live broadcast room, "In "Bodhisattva Man (Sitting with Cherries)" written by Xin Qiji, a poet of the Song Dynasty, there is a sentence 'a glass bowl of fragrant cheese, the habit of tasting new things every year when drunk', which refers to the beauty of sugar cheese pouring cherries. Point.

    Today we will not only pour cheese on it, but also make some smoothies.” —— 2

    【Suck it, it sounds delicious! 】

    【Fall into the traditional food trap of Shanshan. 】

    【Sweet trap, woo woo, plunge into it and never get out again. 】

    "During the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, the Xiongnu and the Han people had cultural exchanges, and some customs gradually merged with each other. Diet is one of the manifestations of national integration. The Han people in the Central Plains gradually accepted cheese products. Cheese and cherries, two kinds of good food ingredients are mixed and eaten, and more It’s even more delicious.”

    Shan Shan poured out ice cubes and crushed them in a blender.

    Yesterday they found that the sound insulation of the kitchen and other rooms has also improved, not only painted, but also made a sound insulation layer. The movement in the kitchen will not disturb the neighbors.

    [Why do I only listen to Shanshan say these things, my mouth is watering. ]

    [That's because you are too greedy. ]

    [Chinese people have always studied food deeply. 】 "People in the Tang Dynasty were very particular about eating cheese and cherries. Such delicious things are naturally not available in ordinary homes. Kings, grandsons, nobles, civil and military officials     are

    proud of the rewards from the heavenly family.

The imperial edict bestows cherry playthings to thank you for forming fourteen rhymes. The core is broken by hand, and the spoon is half full of fluid. The sweetness is the dew on the tongue, and the warmth is the spring in the belly.” —— 3

    [The title is so long. ]

    [Fortunately, it wasn't in our childhood textbooks, and the titles were longer than poems. ]

    [The ancients enjoyed it more than we do. 】

    The cherries are pitted one by one.

    Yu Yanran woke up and came over to help Shanshan dig the core together.

    The cherries are as big as a quarter of a palm. The cherries are freshly transported by air. The tip of the knife has just been broken, and the sweet cherry juice oozes out, and the color is crystal clear.

    Yu Yanran quietly licked the cherry juice on her hand, knock! I have never eaten such delicious cherries! Woooooo, follow Shanshan, not only meat to eat, but also top-quality fruits to eat, it's nice to be rich.

    [Tsk, I can feel how delicious the cherries are. ]

    [Not expensive, about 50 yuan a piece, eat 10 cherries in a bowl. Not expensive, only five or six hundred yuan. ]

    [Yes. 】

    A tall glass bowl with a layer of smoothie underneath and a layer of ruby-like cherry pulp on top.

    The breeze blew Shanshan's broken hair, she poured cheese on the cherry meat, put a tender green mint leaf, and inserted it obliquely into the golden spoon.

    [Who is drooling? 】

    【It's me. 】【it's me. 】【it's me. 】【it's me. 】【it's me. 】【it's me. 】

    【Golden plate cheese teeth running water. ]

    [Hahaha, don't change the ancient poems upstairs, 'Golden Plate Cheese Tooth Flowing Ice', from "Huanxisha" written by Song poet Zeng Zi. ]——4

    [Hahahahahaha, I was almost deceived by you, I really thought it was a toothache, I thought that the ancients portrayed the gluttony in such an image/Laugh and cry. 】

    The three men woke up one after another. Cui Zhexi smelled the sweet smell, immediately lifted the quilt and rushed out.

    He saw Shan Shan and Yu Yanran in the yard, sitting on beach chairs, eating smoothie cherries by the spoonful. There are several other staff members who are also eating smoothies.

    Cui Zhexi rushed to the kitchen again and took out the biggest pot. This is his exclusive pot, one pot tops three bowls.

    [If number 1 hadn't been invested in a big family, it would have been really unaffordable. 】

    They were eating, the chief director came to the gate of the small yard with his travel bag on his back, and said directly, "Hi."

    Others: "..."

    [Hahaha, don't come, don't come, the cabin won't fit any more. 】

    He Zhizhou and Pei Ze didn't get up yet, and there were still many bowls on the table without putting down the chief director's bag.

    The chief director directly picked up a bowl and started eating.

    It was too hot to run all the way, and I had a bite of cherry cheese smoothie, which was very sticky.

    Holding a bowl, familiar with the door, sitting on the threshold, inhaling the storm. The cherries are so fresh, they are the most delicious cherries he has ever eaten in his life. One is very expensive, so eat more.

    [Too proficient. ]

    [I usually steal food a lot. 】

    He Zhizhou and the others woke up from a nap, took an ice bowl to eat in the yard, and asked Shan Shan, "Will you play the guqin this

    afternoon ?" Take them to the kitchen together.

    They must do the dishes.

    Shanshan said, "It's enough to record one song, or your hands will be worn out."

    Almost everyone finished eating, and Pei Ze was washing dishes in the house.

    The chief director ate too fast and coughed twice.

    Now we are shooting informally, and everyone will be in the camera. Jiang Shaowen filmed the chief director.

    The chief director took a breath and said business, "I just received the news an hour ago, saying that what Shan Shan played should be "You Chun". The performance should be "You Chun", which is almost inseparable."

    [Yeah, that's great! ]

    [The lost track is back again, that's great! ]

    [And Shanshan just said, record another song today! ! ! ! My God, Shanshan knows how many lost Guqin scores~]

    He Zhizhou moved out the Luoxia-style lyre, and put tables and chairs for Shanshan.

    Pei Ze brewed a pot of good tea, it was really good tea, and the leaves were verdant and verdant.

    Shanshan washed her hands and sat in front of the guqin.

    The others swallowed, and the blue-topped thrush stopped making noise and held their breath.

    【I'm coming. ]

    [Put on headphones and listen. 】

    Shanshan played a piece of Jiukuangyin, the rhythm was bright and fast, and thousands of winds and sands swept through.

    [It's wonderful...]

    ​​[The mystery of Guqin. 】

    They listened and recorded the score.

    Then, He Zhizhou came to try and Shan Shan corrected him.

    He Zhizhou suddenly raised his head, "Shanshan will be my master."

    [Another sneak attack! 】

    Shanshan looked into his eyes, "I can... be your guqin master."

    He Zhizhou's eyes turned red habitually, and he rejected me again, okay? What? Can?

    He grinned, losing control of his expression for the first time, crying and laughing, "Really?"

    [I feel sorry for him hahahaha. ]

    Shanshan nodded, "Yes, you play the guqin well."

    [Hahaha, it's officially stamped, playing the piano is better than painting. ]

    [Laughing, I never expected that it was the master who did this. ]

    [Hahahaha, the official complaint is the most deadly. 】