Chapter 129 Pipa Song, Yan King Hejia’s Yan! 【1 update】


    “…”


    As soon as the words fell, the entire crew suddenly became silent.


    The deputy director widened his eyes and looked at Ye Wanlan incredibly, his heart trembling with trembling.


    The pipa hand was also a little confused when the full moon was full, and his vision was dull.


    Cheng Qingli jumped up even more: "Lan, Sister Lan, you... aren''t you?!"


    Who can tell her why Sister Lan suddenly plays the pipa again?


    "Dr. Ye, are you really not kidding?" The deputy director wiped his sweat, "It really doesn''t work. We can ask the local art association to borrow people. The worst result is to reject this publicity conference."


    "No need." Ye Wanlan said lightly, "You also said that Xiaoyuan''s hand was injured this time, 90% of it was artificial. How could you know that the other party would not block our apparent back path?"


    And she must keep her hands on anything she does.


    You must never put all the retreats on the surface and let the enemy block them one by one. This is a big taboo.


    The deputy director was stunned for a moment, but the cold sweat broke even harder: "What Director Ye said!"


    He seemed to be able to understand why this young girl could support Wan Tianqing, a maverick company.


    She has too strong courage and has many wrists.


    More importantly, the crisis is still in chaos, as if nothing can shake her.


    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 tweet a few times, she knew that she not only knew, but also was an expert!


    She is a musician in the group, and has been behind the scenes, responsible for background music, etc. She doesn''t know what Ye Wanlan''s identity is. Today is the first time she has seen Ye Wanlan.


    Until she heard the deputy director calling Ye Dong, Ying Yueyuan realized that this girl younger than her was not a star, but a chairman!


    "What kind of song do you want to hear?" Ye Wanlan turned his head, "What kind of song is prepared for tomorrow''s promotional meeting?"


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


    "Okay, I understand." Ye Wanlan nodded.


    "The Sollen Smoke in the Desert" is a pipa song that depicts the war in the frontier, which is indeed very consistent with the environment outside Yanshan Mountain.


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


    “Zhengzheng—”


    The strings vibrate and the sound of the piano flows out.


    Just a short prelude, it outlined a vast desert 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 red and golden sunlight.


    The prelude of the song "Lonely Smoke of the Desert" is extremely slow, but after reaching the middle section, it suddenly becomes faster, which tests the player''s extremely powerful skills.


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


    The layman, such as Cheng Qingli and the deputy director, had already focused on Ye Wanlan''s hands. Seeing her fingers lifted and closed, she was so fast that she even saw the afterimage!


    At the end of the first half of the song, Ye Wanlan put down the pipa: "I tried it briefly, this piano is good."


    The assistant director was a little confused.


    Is this a simple try?


    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 softly, "''pipa'' is to play forward with the right hand, and ''pa'' is to pick back 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 there is no way out for learning pipa in the future. It''s just that I have always liked classical music, so I begged my grandmother to teach me."


    Ye Wanlan''s hand paused slightly.


    The pipa is the first plucking instrument, and the difficulty is even higher than the erhu and guqin.


    Because of this, the inheritance of Pipa is almost halted today. There are too few people who know it and even fewer people who want to learn it.


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


    Ying Yueyuan said again: "If the crew had not hired me, I think... I might not have been able to hold on for long, and I would have given up on Pipa and found another job."


    "I like Pipa very much." Ye Wanlan smiled slightly, "If you have time and after finishing the crew''s work, I want to invite you to join my company and be a Pipa teacher."


    Ying Yueyuan suddenly looked up and said in surprise: "Is it really OK?"


    "Of course it''s OK," Cheng Qingli also said, "Sister Lan is preparing to form a band with traditional musical instruments and has to open a corresponding class. We welcome you too late."


    "If this is the case, it would be really great!" Ying Yueyuan was very happy, "If more people can learn the pipa, the pipa will not disappear in the future."


    "No." Ye Wanlan took out a box of ointment from his bag, "Remember to apply medicine before going to bed today, three times a day, and hold back and don''t do anything else."


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


    "Let''s have dinner first." Ye Wanlan smiled faintly, "Thank you all for a hard day, rest first. It''s a big wind and sand in Yancheng in the early morning, so you must close the doors and windows."


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


    Yan Tingfeng smelled the spicy fragrance and his eyelashes drooped.


    "You will not be spicy if you dip this." Ye Wanlan handed him the sauce, "It''s delicious, believe me."


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


    As soon as he said this, even he himself was shocked.


    He actually... really believed Ye Wanlan, otherwise he wouldn''t have allowed her to explore his veins. Over the years, even the six lords of Shenxiao Tower who were born and died with him did not allow them to approach him.


    The world is dangerous, and he never trusts anyone.


    Because no matter how close a person is, he 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 is not very similar to him.


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


    The meat is smooth and tender, crispy on the outside but not greasy, and is a rare delicacy.


    The night wind blew, and the whole Yancheng became 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 behind his back.


    Ye Wanlan turned around.


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


    Then he took a step back and smiled softly: "I thought of you as soon as I saw this flower, and it really suits you."


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


    "Before..." She raised her head and looked at the starry sky, but she fell silent.


    This river is the mother river running through Yancheng, and the people of Yancheng also use this river as the basis for survival.


    And every time she comes to Yancheng, she always likes to stay here and watch the stars, and it seems that several hours pass by.


    Occasionally, when Hejia finishes military affairs, he will come here to find her.


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


    Hejia knew that she liked to see the stars here, so she specially repaired an impenetrable house with a skylight on the ceiling.


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


    But the house has been completely destroyed in the war, and her brother has also become a star.


    Now she can only feel the existence of Hejia when sitting under this starry sky in Yancheng.


    Ye Wanlan sat for a while, stroked the dust on his body and stood up: "Let''s go, we will gather early tomorrow."


    Yan Tingfeng nodded and walked side by side with her.


    **


    The next day, it was 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, but 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 finish the archaeology."


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


    But so long has passed, the archaeology of the planned area has not been completed, and I don’t know when it will start construction.


    "Don''t fall behind, report in advance if you have anything." Professor Xue held the loudspeaker, "Let''s start with this ancient street."


    The members were all a little excited and looked around.


    Ye Wanlan looked at the stalls around him carelessly, until after walking through ten stalls, her eyes suddenly stopped.


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


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


    Yancheng''s tourism industry is not as developed as Nancheng, but there are many tourists. There are many scammers in places where there are tourists.


    Who doesn’t know that these small antique vendors selling antiques on both sides of the road are big 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: "No one is sold for less than five thousand."


    The bid is 5,000, 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 fools on stupid old hats." Professor Xue also walked over, "There is an antique market ahead, and you can still find real things. It is absolutely impossible here."


    Ye Wanlan calmly scanned the QR code and did not bargain, so he transferred 5,000 yuan to the stall owner.


    "Little girl, you-" Professor Xue didn''t know what to say, so he could only stare at his eyes and said in pain, "Everyone said that the things here are not real, you are wasting money!"


    If an archaeology is deceived like this, how can you learn it?


    Ye Wanlan''s expression was still calm. She turned around and turned her back to the stall owner. She didn''t know if she pressed some part on the dagger, but she actually separated the handle of the dagger and the blade.


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


    "Professor, please look again."


    The word "Yan" suddenly appeared above.


    Yan King Hejia’s Yan!


    Good morning of the new week~~


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    (This chapter ends)