"Let's go to the recording studio." Lin Xi didn't bother with Rogo, who was 25 years old, so he pulled Yang Yi excitedly and walked into the building. The boy was dragged back all the way and his arm was not broken. Behind the two, a fat man who was too fat to be out of breath, but could not keep up with the steps of the two.

"Lao Fang, tell Teacher Zhang of the Production Department and ask her to notify the people from the Minle Group 2 that there will be a work task in half an hour."

"Well, Xiao Wang, take people to Hall 4 and prepare the equipment, hurry up."

Lin Xi led the two of them through various departments in the building, constantly asking hello, making it strange for those who are familiar with him. Editor-in-chief Lin was so worried about what happened today? He hasn't seen him so excited for more than half a year.

It’s not that Lin Xi couldn’t hold back his anger. It was just that after 1995, whether it was the company’s development or the Chinese folk music he loved, it seemed that he had reached a bottleneck period of stagnation. In the past two years, the impact of pop music in Hong Kong, Taiwan and the mainland on traditional Chinese music and opera has been even more huge. The record of a box of "White Wandering" that year exceeded 90,000 in half a year, and the sales of tapes increased ten times in three years is already more like a mythical story.

And a series of classics such as "Selected Essence of Yue Opera", "Xiyuan Record", "Thunderstorm", "Huangmei Opera" and so on are already things that young people today disdain. The pearls of the past have been rushed into the old paper pile by the new trend, and it seems that they can't wait for the moment when they shine again.

And in this situation, Lin Xi suddenly discovered the hope of the Chinese folk music. How could he not be excited?

After a brief arrangement, the three of them arrived at the No. 4 concert hall, which was a small performance hall with thick carpets and special treatments on the walls. Behind the sound gate made of three glass walls was the recording studio. When Yang Yi and Rogo walked in, there were already seven or eight men and women holding flutes, pipa and guzheng, whispering.

Seeing someone coming in, these young performers, who were at most in their early thirties, all cast curious eyes at the door.

However, because the editor in the editorial room was in charge, and these people have been influenced by traditional music culture for many years and have some classical temperament, they quickly retracted their eyes and began to check their instruments to prepare.

At the beginning, it was a familiar and running-in stage, so Lin Xi did not enter the recording studio, but took Yang Yi to a 27 or 28-year-old woman. The woman's status among the crowd seemed a bit special. She sat alone on the other side, with two different guzhengs in front of her, carefully checking her tortoiseshell nails.

Lin Xi chose the manuscript from the stack of manuscripts in her hand, and finally took out the music score titled "The Sense of the Good" and handed it to her, the woman with a pair of beautiful eyebrows and eyes suddenly stopped, and then looked at Lin Xi in a bit incredible way: "Editor Lin, what is this?"

A simple score written with numbers? Just pull out someone here. I'm afraid you haven't been exposed to this thing after the age of six. Now I'm cautiously calling a performance group to play these things that children play with?

Several men and women holding Pipa Erhu next to him couldn't help but look over curiously when they heard this. When they saw the numbers on the paper, some people had not yet reacted, but they had a few of them who were quick to turn their minds and looked at each other with some amused moments.

"Play it first, you play it first and try it." Lin Xi simply didn't explain anything. He believed that facts were the most powerful evidence.

Then he turned to Yang Yi: "What's wrong with her playing? Just tell me."

Chinese folk music emphasizes the most artistic conception. Sometimes, the performance techniques are slightly different in time, and there are completely two different flavors. And these songs were made by Yang Yi, and he naturally knows the best what kind of thoughts and feelings he wants to express.

However, when these words fell into the ears of the men and women next to them, it was inevitable that people would have thoughts - could this child be the illegitimate child of Editor Lin? He actually used it for public use and asked so many people to play with him. These songs composed in simplified are probably his "masterpiece". I don't know if they are childish children's songs or pretentiously mature love songs.

The woman who played the Guzheng had been thinking thousands of times, but she was influenced by art since she was a child and her patience was much better than that of ordinary people. So even though she was full of doubts and even had some complaints about Yang Yi, she was not impatient on her face. After adjusting her mood, she started playing as she said.

As soon as the clanging sound sounded, people who didn't care about it were immediately surprised. They said it was completely Chinese folk music, and the style was a bit modern. Although it was also a traditional linear music that advocated highlighting the tune itself, the rhythm was much more exciting than the folk music in the ordinary sense.

But if it doesn't count as Chinese folk music, it's a bit of ancient rhyme, like the starting sound of pearls falling on a jade plate, and it can't be easily denied. This song has some meaning.

After playing the song, among the seven or eight people on the scene, just from the expressions on their faces, they were divided into two distinct factions. One nodded repeatedly and looked at Yang Yi with a look of surprise. It was obvious that he didn't really believe that such a young child could make such a song; the other part frowned, looking at me and I looked at you, but for a while, he still couldn't accept this style of new folk music.

"Xiao Yang? How about it?" Lin Xi took everyone's eyes. This music editor was not a rigid person who sticks to the rules, but he couldn't stop someone from thinking like this, so he simply ignored these things.

Yang Yi was also listening quietly just now. Now, when Lin Xi asked for advice, he asked the woman who was playing: "Can you let me try it?"

The woman played the song, but in just a short moment, her view of Yang Yi changed a lot. If this song was really made by this young man, let alone whether it was purely authentic folk music, this talent alone would be amazing, so she stood up curiously and gave up her position to Yang Yi.

After temporarily sticking his nails, Yang moved without caring about whether he could fit his hands. However, as soon as he tweaked the strings, the people present couldn't help laughing.

Yang Yi did learn the techniques of the guzheng in his previous life and just taught himself wildly. Those old men and ladies were not specialized instrumental teachers, so they were inevitably left with some mistakes in posture and fingering. It is okay to scare laymen in normal times, but once they take action in front of so many professionals, they immediately reveal their true feelings.

At first, everyone took it for granted that it was normal for people who could compose music to play one or two instruments. In today's families, many parents are very willing to invest in education, so they are ready to see how high the boy can be. However, when Yang Yi really started playing, he couldn't help but sniffing at his terrible playing technique.

Lin Xi was also a little ridiculous. Originally, because Yang Yi had surprise him in the past few days, his expectations for the boy became larger unknowingly, but then he smiled bitterly and shook his head. Thinking about this stack of simplified scores, could he really play these songs?

But as they played, they couldn't laugh. Yang Yi's fingering was indeed stiff, and the details were much worse than those of professionals. It was almost certain that he had not received systematic learning, but that was it. When Yang Yi was using very impure sliding, leaning, trembling, and multi-finger sweeping. When the wheel was overtone, the melody that flowed from his fingers was much more touching than the performance just now. Some people who were unable to accept this style at the beginning also looked at the young man in the field in surprise.

"It's amazing, it's amazing, this boy." Lin Xi couldn't help but feel happy for a moment and nodded repeatedly, because only the composer himself could know where to use what techniques to deal with the song, and he could play the most original charm of the song. Yang Yi's performance just showed that the song was indeed from his hands.

At the end of the song, Yang Yi stood up from his seat. A more lively man with a very young face, holding a flute in his hand and smiling at Yang Yi: "My brother, I'll have a chance."

"Student, why is your song a bit...a bit like a game soundtrack, but you can put it in "The Legend of Sword and Fairy" to make the soundtrack." Another young man with a baby face saw that the atmosphere is good now and it is not a formal music recording and production, so he also started to make a fuss.

This immediately made Yang Yi speechless for a moment, thinking that this young man who was born in folk music was actually a fan of this masterpiece. However, his vision was a bit poisonous. You should know that the song "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" originally appeared as the soundtrack of fan works at the island country's animation exhibition.

"Just follow this effect, why don't you record it officially now?" Lin Xi seemed more anxious than Yang Yi next to him. Regardless of whether he had the right to publish these music, he just wanted to see these works come out sooner.

"Maybe not possible." Yang Yi shook his head apologetically, glanced at the people waiting there, hesitated for a while, and confessed: "I also want some people who know how to use pop instruments, and I want to arrange the music."

Sure enough, some people's faces immediately went wrong.

Pop music? This kid says pop music? Isn’t that a hodgepodge?

There are also people who have never accepted this style of music, and they are even more unhappy. An older aunt shook her head: "Lin, it's fine if we want us to play these music that are not called folk music at all. Now we have to add pop music. What's this? Only those who don't understand art will make such a mess. Isn't this ruining the national treasure?"

When it comes to music, the aunt didn't care about Yang Yi and Rogo's presence, and criticized the boy's ideas. It seemed that in her eyes, pop was vulgar, noisy and impetuous, and a little bit of it was desecrated by traditional Chinese culture. Now the songs of this young man are not pure, and they also need to add pop music. Isn't that inappropriate?

When Yang heard this, he suddenly remembered that a music group called "XXX Twelve Music Square" in later generations once won a sluggish award in the island country, and its sales in China were also very good, and many websites were praised. However, the same as these praises were disdainful of countless professionals, and some extreme people even said that this was wasting traditional art.

Is Chinese folk music really awesome?

At that time, Yang Yi didn't understand why music that could be accepted by the general public in society was so low among professionals. It cannot be denied that these commercial and entertainment groups may not be too high in artistic attainments, but they made folk music popular, allowing the people to recognize and accept things like folk music.

Yang Yi never wanted to be a sober person who was against the trend, but was more willing to follow the tide of the times and influence some things and change some things in a subtle way. But he didn't expect that just because he was caught between the trend and tradition, he was more incomprehensible eyes.

Lin Xi was also a little confused. He originally thought that only a folk music band was needed for Yang Yi's song. In fact, when Rogo, who knew nothing, contacted him, he said the same thing. Yang Yi suddenly made such a request, and even Lin Xi was a little hesitant.

"Maybe your playing level is something I will never reach in my life. Your persistence and love for national music is worthy of my admiration." Yang Yi sighed. If someone insisted on not cooperating, then he could only change people or places: "But now we are singing 'Promoting national culture' while watching traditional folk music decline day by day. Haven't you ever thought about the reason? Where can there be vitality without soil? Only when everyone likes it can these things be passed on."

He shook his head in a daze. Anyway, this time he came here just to record, not to promote the popularization of new folk music. Yang Yi looked at Lin Xi: "Uncle Lin, this song needs to be added with pop music. I am now a customer of Magic City Audio and Video. I have the right to make such a request, right?"
Chapter completed!