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Wang Qibu heard his grandfather say that the Song River outside the pass was already snowing, but the Yanjing City inside the pass was only a light frost. Although he was a little afraid of the cold, when he looked at the book list given to him by Master Yun Lan, Wang Qibu still had the urge to escape to his grandfather's refuge, and thought endlessly. Well, reading the Twenty-Four Histories is to let me know the rise and fall, and to learn the story, and use it as a lesson. I agree. Reading Confucius, Mencius, Laos, and Zhuang is to allow me to establish the foundation of Chinese-style philosophy and clarify miscellaneous thoughts. This is understandable.

But when you read the Zhouyi and the Burial Sutra, I am afraid that I will have the plan to take you to the folk president class? Alas, who made you a master? But why do you still have things like natural craftsmanship on this piece of paper? Do you want to treat carpenters as my extracurricular interest to cultivate? In other words, cramming is not the way to fill in the duck, right? What made Wang Qibu collapse the most was Yun Lan's sentence before leaving, "Go back and work hard, and I will listen to your thoughts after reading next time when you come. Then consider assigning new tasks to you."

"I think it's better to just write the "Siku Quanshu" on this broken piece of paper." Wang Qibu lay on the bed and said angrily.

After school the next day, Wang Qibu took the book loan card he had issued for him by his mother Lin Shishi and ran to the district library to search for books. The collection of books at home obviously could not meet him, uh, or Yun Lan's needs. The district library, which was reduced by 100 yuan for one year, was not as large as the White House in the future. It was only a three-story building that existed before the founding of the People's Republic of China, with a small courtyard with a few pomegranate trees planted in the courtyard, and the air around it was filled with peace. No wonder Wang Qibu, who visited even some world-famous libraries in Europe, felt awkward. It turned out that the libraries in his subconscious should be like this.

Walking on the path made of pebbles and feeling the rustling autumn wind blowing towards him, Wang Qibu remembered Jacky Cheung's song "Autumn Strong" that had not yet been released, so the familiar melody hummed out of his mouth.

"Little kid, can you tell uncle what song you are singing?" At this time, a man with his head on his back stopped and asked.

"Hello, Uncle, I'm just singing randomly." Wang Qibu, who is used to playing the role of a little angel in front of others, said politely.

"You have to have a name when singing randomly. Don't worry, my uncle is not a bad person, but a vocal teacher at the People's Liberation Army Art Academy." The man behind his head explained.

"Uncle, I came up with this song myself. If you have to ask for a name, then I'll name it 'Qiuyi Nong' now." Wang Qibu said casually, hoping to get this teacher who is obsessed with music to leave as soon as possible. It's not that he intentionally plagiarized, after all, this is much more credible than saying "this song was sung by Jacky Cheung in a few years."

"What I thought about? Didn't you lie to the uncle?" The man with his head back obviously didn't believe it.

"Love people is a bad child, and there is no benefit to deceive people is a stupid child. Goodbye uncle." Wang Qibu, who had lost his patience, said that he was leaving.

"Wait. Have you learned music?" The man with his head back still didn't give up.

"I haven't learned it. But I can play the piano at the age of four. My aunt who is studying music abroad said that I am more genius than a Chopard." Wang Qibu told the truth helplessly. One of the purposes was to make the man in front of me think that he was a little crazy, and then he quickly dodged it for fear of being bitten by him.

"Is that so? Haha, what's your name?" The man didn't dodge, but instead asked with a smile.

"My name is Wang Qibu. My grandfather is Governor Songjiang, my father is the colonel battalion commander, and my master is the king of agents. So uncle, listening to my advice, kidnapping me is definitely a wrong decision for you." Wang Qibu said, ready to take action. Although he is only seven years old, after three years of hard work, it is not difficult to knock down an ordinary person.

"Oh? So your aunt is Wang Liqiong?" asked the man with his head back in surprise.

"Uh, you know her." Wang Qibu was also very surprised.

"Of course I know her because I once taught her. But when I taught her, your grandfather was just the mayor, and your father was just a college student in the military academy. As for you...haha." The man with his head back explained with a smile, and at the same time he also showed his old qualifications to Wang Qibu. Of course, this was just a joke.

"Oh. Uncle, what's your name?" Wang Qibu cursed in his heart. He was older and had something to show off when he died early.

"My name is Gu Jianjun. My private piano room is in this library. Qibu classmate who is even more talented than Chopard. Do you dare to go and prove it?" Gu Jianjun was obviously interested in Wang Qibu. Wang Liqiong is the best student he has ever met. I think even for genetic reasons, this child would not be much worse, right?

It turns out that he is Gu Jianjun! I went there and could meet such a great man by just a visit to a library. After hearing the other party's introduction, Wang Qibu was heartbroken. Well, his popularity in later generations may not be very high, but this does not prevent his disciples from being among the people, or being the queen of the heavens. Whether it is Wang Fei, who is prosperous in Hong Kong or Sun Nan, who is known as the number one in the mainland, they are all god-level singers who have influenced generations. Perhaps this is the main reason why Wang Qibu, who almost forgot the purpose of this trip, obediently followed Gu Jianjun to the piano room.

"Play a song that you are most proficient in first." Gu Jianjun, who had already entered the role of a teacher, ordered.

It seems that the economic conditions of the Gu Jianjun are not yet abundant. Looking at the narrow piano room and the domestic princess piano, Wang Qibu sighed. The most skillful one is. In the last autumn of Wang Qibu's life in his previous life, a sad song that made the apartment outsiders stop. It was the piano piece "Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai" adapted by him with extremely sad emotions after learning about Li Wanyao's death.

The sound of the piano filled with sorrow of separation is gone, and there seems to be a story in each note; the smooth and erotic thing is the revelation of love, the resolute and ambiguous thing is the continuation of love, the dull and depressing thing is the extinction of love. In the past life, this song has ended here. Whether it is Liang Shanbo, Zhu Yingtai, or Wang Qibu and Li Wanyao, they are separated by life and death, and this love is destined to have no result. Gu Jian, who has been deeply attracted by the sound of the piano

Jun also thought so. But just after the piano had not stopped for a while, the music started again. The main theme like before showed vitality with cheerful chords, and everything seemed to be back to the beginning, and wait, maybe it wasn't a reenactment, but Nirvana... "Who was this piano piece "Liang Zhu" adapted?" Gu Jianjun, who had been "shocked" to the point of stuttering, flashed a hint of fanaticism and a hint of expectation in his eyes.

"It's me. The previous ones were written before, and the last part was improvised." Wang Qibu said truthfully. This was the first time he played this song since he was reborn, and the last part was a true portrayal of his current state of mind.

"Talent, talent, you are only ten years old this year, right?" Gu Jianjun asked with emotion.

"That's three years later. I'm only seven years old this year." Wang Qibu continued to confess. He is not a female artist, so why should he hide his age?

"Seven years old? A genius, a genius. Then, can you sing that song "Autumn Strong" well?" Gu Jianjun said almost in a trembling voice.

"Okay." Wang Qibu responded and cursed inwardly; if you are three years old, you will give two more "two".

The sound of the piano sounded before the song, and this guy actually accompanies himself? Gu Jianjun sighed.

Autumn is strong, people's hearts are strong, autumn is strong, a glass of wine, emotions are thousands of kinds, separation, leaves fall, and the seasons are farewell, holding your hand, put it in my heart, I want you to remember the silent promise, not afraid of lovesickness, only fear of pain, only fear of pain, only complain of people gathering and dispersing in the wind, I am not afraid of me, only fear of loneliness, only fear of loneliness, nowhere to say separation, Autumn wind, memories, dance, autumn wind sighs, sad, silent, cannot say words to make tears, can't say hug you tightly, always remember you once cried for me like this, such as crying, If in terms of vocal methods, breathing, Wang Qibu's passing song, you need the examiner to be proud of his hands. But if you want to talk about the plasticity and emotional investment of the sound, then with the song Wang Qibu just now, it is enough to be the music scene in this era. As for whether you run or not, whether you are not good at playing, or not, etc., uh, where did you listen to the original singing at this time? So Wang Qibu's singing is right.

"You really wrote this song?" Gu Jianjun's breathing was a little rapid.

"I want to say that it was really written by me. You won't bite me, right?" Wang Qibu, who had been hiding back, said worriedly.

"In a word, how about being my apprentice?" Gu Jianjun, who got the answer, asked directly.

"Okay. I'm just afraid I don't have much time to practice here." Gu Jianjun asked him to be his apprentice. What a great honor and face? Wang Qibu naturally agreed, but considering that he had more than one master, he hesitated.

"Are you just in the first grade of elementary school at the age of seven? Why don't you have time? Are you lazy yourself?" Gu Jianjun asked dissatisfied.

"This is the book list my master gave me. You can understand my difficulties by looking at it." Wang Qibu sighed and handed the book list in his pocket to Gu Jianjun.

"Can you understand these books? Your master is too inconvenient to adjust." Gu Jianjun said indignantly.

"But even such an unrestrained person has become the double-level president of the Wushu and Folklore Society. So, hey, the brand and age are too old, so it is hard for me to be a disciple to refute it, right?" Wang Qibu complained from the bottom of his heart.

"Is your master Mr. Yun?" Gu Jianjun asked numbly, and sighed inwardly. How many amazing things does this boy have?

"Look, even you, a musician, knows him. Even if I ask someone to judge, I'm afraid no one will help me." Wang Qibu replied depressedly.

"Then, in the future, you can come here or the Art Academy to find me if you have time. If I am in class, you can listen with them. If I don't have class, I will tell you alone." Gu Jianjun has done his best to aggrieved himself. How could he ever compromise like this for an apprentice? He would have a good person who wants to become a disciple.

"I'm here to thank the master." Wang Qibu said, standing up and bowing to Gu Jianjun. It's not that he was stingy with his knees, but music is different from traditional art, and no one who is a teacher is so particular.

"Okay, okay. Now I will talk about the problems you have in the use of breath..." Gu Jianjun, who was afraid of wasting a little time, guided Wang Qibu.

"If you have time tomorrow, go to the Art Academy to find me. If you have the equipment, I will record your song "Autumn Strong" and send it to the radio station." After more than an hour of teaching, Gu Jianjun said as he looked at the dark sky.

"Okay, goodbye to the master." Wang Qibu, who was worried that his parents would not say nonsense, said goodbye to Gu Jianjun.
Chapter completed!