Chapter 129 Pipa Music, King Yan Hejia's Swallow! [1 Update]

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After the words fell, the entire crew suddenly fell into silence.

The assistant director stared at Ye Wanlan with wide eyes, looking at her in disbelief, his heart trembling uncontrollably.

The pipa player Ying Yueyuan was also a little confused, his eyes blank.

Cheng Qingli jumped up directly: "Lan, Lan sister, you... you are not?!"

Who can tell her how their Lan sister can play the pipa again?

"Ye, Ye Dong, are you really not kidding?" The assistant director wiped his sweat, "If it doesn't work, we can ask the local art association to borrow people. The worst result is to cancel this promotion meeting."

"No need." Ye Wanlan said lightly, "You also said that Xiaoyuan's hand injury this time was 90% man-made, so how do you know that the other party will not block our apparent back road?"

And she must keep a hand in everything she does.

It is absolutely taboo to put all the back roads in the open and let the enemy block them one by one.

The assistant director was stunned for a moment, but his cold sweat flowed even more: "Mr. Ye is right!"

He seemed to understand why this young girl could support Wantianqing, a unique company, single-handedly.

She was too courageous and had many skills.

More importantly, she remained calm in crisis situations, as if nothing could shake him.

Ye Wanlan lowered his head and plucked the strings with his right hand.

Ying Yueyuan started learning pipa since she was a child and was a professional. Just by watching Ye Wanlan pluck a few times, she knew that she not only knew how to play, but was also an expert!

She was a musician in the group, always behind the scenes, responsible for background music, etc. She didn't know what Ye Wanlan's identity was. Today was also her first time meeting Ye Wanlan.

It was not until she heard the assistant director call Mr. Ye that Ying Yueyuan realized that this girl younger than her was not a star, but the chairman!

"What song do you want to listen to?" Ye Wanlan tilted his head, "What song is prepared for tomorrow's publicity meeting?"

Ying Yueyuan was stunned again, and hurriedly said: "It's "Smoke in the Desert"."

"Okay, I know." Ye Wanlan nodded.

"Smoke in the Desert" is a pipa song that depicts the border war, and it is indeed very consistent with the environment outside Yanshan.

She closed her eyes and recalled the tune, and began to play.

"Zhengzheng--"

The strings vibrated, and the sound of the piano flowed out.

Just a short prelude, a vast desert was outlined in everyone's mind.

The soldiers watched the sunrise and sunset at the border day after day, and the long river rolled in under the golden sunlight.

The prelude of the song "Smoke in the Desert" was very slow, but it suddenly turned fast after the middle section, which tested the extremely powerful skills of the player.

Ying Yueyuan's heart was lifted, but after hearing the clear and smooth pipa sound, she couldn't help but open her eyes again.

Laymen like Cheng Qingli and the assistant director have already focused their attention on Ye Wanlan's hands. They saw her fingers picking and closing at such a speed that even residual images could be seen!

After the first half of the song ended, Ye Wanlan put down the pipa: "I just tried it briefly, and this instrument is good."

The assistant director was a little confused.

This is called a simple trial?

This is clearly a master-level performance!

"The name of the pipa actually comes from the two playing techniques of this instrument." Ying Yueyuan whispered, "'Pipa' is played forward with the right hand, and 'Pa' is played backward with the right hand."

"So that's how it is." Cheng Qingli suddenly realized, "But now there are fewer and fewer people playing the pipa."

"Yes." Ying Yueyuan smiled bitterly, "I have been learning pipa with my grandmother since I was a child, but my mother said that learning pipa has no future, but I have always liked classical music, so I begged my grandmother to teach me."

Ye Wanlan's hand paused slightly.

Pipa is the first plucked instrument, and its difficulty is higher than erhu and guqin.

Because of this, the inheritance of the pipa is almost cut off now. There are too few people who can play it, and even fewer people who want to learn it.

There is an association for the guqin, but there is nothing for the pipa.

Ying Yueyuan added: "If the crew hadn't hired me, I think... I might not be able to stick with it for long, and I would give up the pipa and find another job."

"I like the pipa very much." Ye Wanlan smiled slightly, "If you are free, after finishing your work in the crew, I would like to invite you to join my company and be a pipa teacher."

Ying Yueyuan raised her head suddenly and said in surprise: "Is it really possible?"

"Of course." Cheng Qingli also said, "Sister Lan is preparing to form a band of traditional instruments and open corresponding classes. We can't wait to welcome you."

"If that's the case, it's really great!" Ying Yueyuan was very Happy, "If more people can learn pipa, pipa will not disappear in the future."

"No." Ye Wanlan took out another box of ointment from his bag, "Remember to apply the ointment before going to bed today, three times a day, and resist doing other things."

Ying Yueyuan carefully took the ointment with her palm and nodded vigorously: "I remember!"

"Let's eat first." Ye Wanlan smiled faintly, "Everyone has worked hard all day, take a rest first, Yancheng is windy and sandy in the early morning, be sure to close the doors and windows." "

The weather is too cold at night, the logistics department of the crew prepared hot pot.

Yan Tingfeng smelled the spicy fragrance and his eyelashes drooped.

"You won't be spicy if you dip it in this." Ye Wanlan handed him the prepared sauce, "It's delicious, believe me."

Yan Tingfeng blinked and smiled softly: "I have always believed in Miss Ye."

As soon as he said this, he was shocked.

He actually...really believed in Ye Wanlan, otherwise he would not allow her to feel his pulse.

And for so many years, even the six lords of Shenxiao Tower who had been through life and death with him, he did not allow them to get close to him.

The world is dangerous, and he never trusts anyone.

Because even the closest people may stab him in the back.

But since he woke up from his long sleep, he was able to calm down and let outsiders know his physical condition.

This was not like him at all.

Yan Tingfeng put a piece of beef covered with sauce into his mouth, and the aroma exploded on his taste buds.

The meat was tender and crispy on the outside, which was a rare delicacy.

The night wind blew, and the whole Yancheng fell silent.

After dinner, Ye Wanlan did not go back, but walked along the river to the outside of the city.

"Miss Ye."

Yan Tingfeng called her from behind.

Ye Wanlan turned around.

He held a light blue flower in his hand, raised his hand slightly, and inserted the flower next to the hairpin she was wearing.

Then he took a step back and smiled softly: "I thought of you when I saw this flower. It really suits you."

Ye Wanlan sat down and looked at the lake. The light blue flower was reflected in the water, like a star falling.

"Before..." She raised her head and looked at the sky full of stars, but fell silent.

This river is the mother river that runs through Yancheng, and the people of Yancheng also rely on this river for survival.

And every time she came to Yancheng, she always liked to stay here to watch the stars, and several hours would pass by.

Occasionally, Hejia would come here to find her after finishing his military duties.

Until she was sixteen years old, her physical condition, which had improved, suddenly deteriorated and could not stand the wind and rain.

Hejia knew that she liked to watch the stars here, so he specially repaired a windproof house and opened a skylight on the ceiling.

Three hundred years later, it was still a familiar location and a familiar river.

But the house had been completely destroyed in the war, and her brother had turned into a star.

Now she could only feel Hejia's presence when she sat under the starry sky of Yancheng.

Ye Wanlan sat for a while, brushed off the dust on her body and stood up: "Let's go, we have to gather early tomorrow."

Yan Tingfeng nodded and walked side by side with her.

**

The next day, 7:30 in the morning.

"Very good, everyone is on time." Professor Xue was very satisfied, "This morning, I will take you to learn about the city of Yancheng first. Don't underestimate Yancheng. If you want to learn archaeology, even if you stay in Yancheng for five or six years, you may not be able to complete the archaeology."

A few years ago, Yunjing sent people to Yancheng to build a residential area.

But so much time has passed, and the archaeology of the planned area has not been completed, and it is unknown when it can start.

"Don't fall behind, report in advance if there is anything." Professor Xue held a loud speaker, "Let's start with this ancient street."

The members were all a little excited and looked around.

Ye Wanlan looked at the stalls around her carelessly until she passed ten stalls and her eyes suddenly stopped.

"How much is this?" Ye Wanlan squatted down and pointed at an object on the stall.

As soon as she said this, the other team members stopped.

Yancheng's tourism industry is not as developed as Nancheng, but there are many tourists. Where there are tourists, there are many scammers.

Who doesn't know that these small vendors selling antiques on both sides of the road are all large goods purchased from the Internet?

All are made by modern people, and none of them are antiques at all.

It was a dagger, but it looked very strange.

The stall owner said casually: "Five thousand, I won't sell it for less."

The asking price is five thousand, but it is very likely that the cost price is less than fifty.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't buy it, people here always like to cheat stupid old hats." Professor Xue also came over, "There is an antique market in front, and you can find real things. It is absolutely impossible here."

Ye Wanlan scanned the code calmly, without bargaining, and transferred five thousand yuan to the stall owner.

"Little girl, you——" Professor Xue didn't know what to say, he could only stare and said with grief, "I've said that nothing here is real, you're wasting your money!"

How can you study archaeology if you get cheated like this?

Ye Wanlan's expression was still calm. She turned around, facing the stall owner, and pressed some part of the dagger, which actually separated the handle and blade of the dagger.

Then she turned the direction of the handle and blade and reassembled it into a new dagger.

"Professor, look again."

There was a word "Yan" on it.

Yan Wang Hejia's Yan!

Good morning in the new week~~

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