Chapter 1206 YO-YO

The cello revealed a sad emotion, melancholy, weeping, and Robert, Boris and others not only frowned, they had rarely heard that someone could play the cello to such an effect; if they had heard When the Chinese Chinese Orchestra plays, I am afraid that the erhu will come to mind immediately, because what Shen Long is using the cello to express is the loneliness and sadness of the erhu.

What Guo Yan used to describe the silence of the moonlight night and the distance of the Silk Road, the ensemble of the two makes this piece have a profound flavor of oriental music culture, which is not available in western classical music. .

The three-minute song ended quickly, the scene was silent, and the audience did not respond for a long time. Guo Yan couldn't help but feel a little nervous, while Shen Long looked calm. After all, it would take some time for them to digest this brand new music method, but the music The charm is common, I believe they can feel the charm of this piece.

Sure enough, Boris was the first to hear the applause. He had a little contact with Chinese folk music before, and he digested it faster. Then Robert and other wandering artists followed. They are professionals and can appreciate the subtlety of this piece. Finally It is the audience, who are also overwhelmed by this piece.

"I never thought that the cello could perform like this, nor did I think that this... this kind of instrument can be used to match the cello." Boris said excitedly. It's a tongue-in-cheek name.

"The perfect fusion of two different music cultures, East and West, Wang, is this piece written by a composer from your country?" Robert asked impatiently.

"I wrote it a few days ago. I found that even in the United States, my music cannot escape the influence of Chinese culture for the rest of my life; musicians, especially composers, cannot escape the way of thinking and mother tongue of their own nation. The restriction, but also my reliance." Shen Long sighed.

Boris and Robert nodded silently, and Shen Long's words also reached their hearts. Boris thought of Pandora, a traditional Bulgarian instrument, and the famous Rhodope folk song; while Robert thought of Irish bagpipes and Celtic folk music; The street artists also remembered the musical instruments and tunes of their hometowns. Yes, these are the music they have heard since they were young and deeply engraved in their bones, which will be unforgettable for a lifetime.

"If you can integrate the music of your own nation with the classic music culture, you are already a real musician." Robert remembered what Shen Long said before. At first he thought it was a joke, but at this moment, he felt that there might be something It is not certain that he will be able to perform at Carnegie Hall one day.

However, this is really too difficult. To enter there, one must not only have talent, but also someone to guide him, and he does not know anyone in the American classical music circle, so it is not easy to enter.

"Wang, play it again for us! It's completely impossible to appreciate the charm of this song just once.

"Boris' voice interrupted Robert's thinking, and the others echoed.

"Okay, then do it again." Shen Long looked at Guo Yan with a smile, then nodded slightly, he picked up the bow, and Guo Yan put the cucurbit silk to his mouth, and started to play for the second time.

Endless loneliness and sadness, in the soothing and sad strings of the weeping cello, come slowly. The music style is remote, sad but not hurt, which is very in line with the restrained emotions of Chinese people.

Cucurbit silk played a simple and delicate vibrato. The soft and intoxicating vibrato showed the powerful expressive power of this Yunnan folk instrument. It used it to express the exotic customs of the vast desert and the desert yellow sand under the moonlight, which was extremely harmonious; the audience Along with the music, it seems to be walking on the lonely and boundless Silk Road under the quiet and desolate moonlight.

Good music knows no borders, and they could appreciate the charm of the piece, so three minutes later, the applause rang out again; Shen Long and Guo Yan smiled at each other, and the debut of "Silk Road" was a success.

Although there are only dozens of spectators witnessing their success, Shen Long is confident that with the passage of time, the audience witnessing their success will increase to hundreds, thousands, or even more...

Then Shen Long and Guo Yan took turns to rest. When Guo Yan was resting, Shen Long continued to play those classic pieces on the cello, and when Shen Long was resting, Guo Yan began to play "Phoenix Bamboo in the Moonlight" with cucurbit silk , "Colorful Clouds Chasing the Moon", "By the Butterfly Spring" and other songs.

After today's performance ended, the two of them settled accounts, and Guo Yan seemed to earn a lot more than Shen Long, which made Guo Yan very happy, but also a little regretful, "Hey, you think I would have learned folk music back then? "

"This is not necessarily the case. After all, this is the United States. Pure folk music can only make them feel fresh occasionally. After a long time, it may not work. If you want to get mixed up in the American music industry, pure folk music and all learning from the West will not work. You have to learn from the West." Like "Silk Road", it is only possible to combine the music culture of the East and the West." Shen Long is very sober.

"What you said makes sense, but I'm afraid it will be difficult?" Guo Yan also understood, but still had concerns.

"Why is it not difficult to do? No matter how difficult it is, you have to do it." Shen Long buried his head and continued to write and draw on the blank staff paper. Since "Silk Road" has been successful, it means that this road is right. Yes, which work should I copy next?

Seeing it, Guo Yan didn't disturb Shen Long, went out lightly and poured a cup of tea for Shen Long, and put it on his desk...

Performing at the Lincoln Center for the Arts during the day, practicing at home at night, thinking about new pieces by the way, the time passed unknowingly; when Shen Long and Guo Yan came back to the Lincoln Center for the Arts this day, they saw the entrance of Carnegie Hall With a new poster, another performance will be performed here.

Of course the two of them wanted to go in and see it, but considering the price of a concert here, they could only smile, and then walked to the performance venue, and now they are still reluctant to spend the money.

The weeping sound of the cello sounded again in the Lincoln Center for the Arts, and then a passerby with a cello on his back suddenly stopped in his tracks and looked towards Shen Long and the others.

"Yoyo, what's wrong with you? The rehearsal starts in half an hour." The person next to him asked.

"Wait, there's still time, his performance is very interesting, I want to go and have a look." The man carrying the cello said, and then walked towards Shen Long quickly, his friend frowned, looking He looked at his watch, shook his head, and quickly speeded up to keep up.