1990: Starting from Baojia Street

Zhou Yan was playing the flute upstairs. Many people downstairs were looking for him when they heard the sound of the flute. After searching for a long time, they finally saw Zhou Yan upstairs.

There is free music to listen to, and everyone is willing to do so. The key is that Zhou Yan plays the flute very well. It is better than what is played on the TV, and it is loud and clear enough.

The two little girls from the make-up team poked their heads out to watch for a while. Hong Xin looked at Lin Juan next to her and joked, Look at your crazy face. Be careful, the hair is about to leak out.

Lin Juan was so thin-skinned that she suddenly turned red again. She shrank her head back in embarrassment and did not dare to look upstairs again.

Seeing Lin Juan's shy look, Hong Xin smiled, and then sighed secretly.

Who doesn’t like a boy like Zhou Yan?

A college student is beautiful, well-spoken, and most importantly, talented. Talented people have been popular from ancient times to the present. It is not surprising that Lin Juan fell in love with him. But Hong Xin knew that a man like Zhou Yan was destined not to be defeated by a girl like Lin Juan, so Lin Juan's relationship must only be unrequited love.

Fortunately, Zhou Yan is not a playboy and usually keeps a normal distance from lesbians. Otherwise, if Zhou Yan provokes her a little bit, Lin Juan will be completely trapped.

…

Zhou Yan was playing the famous Qudi tune Partridges Flying at the moment. This piece of music is as well-known as Two Springs Reflect the Moon in Erhu. Even ordinary people who don't understand flute have probably heard it.

He was sitting on the windowsill just now, looking at the vast sky outside through the window. Although it was not autumn yet, the color of the grass and trees had faded, and it was far less green than when he first arrived.

Seeing this scene, he thought of Partridges Flying, and it was Zhao Songting's version.

Partridges Flying was originally a folk music in southern Hunan. The score was first seen in the Chinese Elegant Music Collection compiled in 1926. It was spread in the south of the Yangtze River in the main forms of silk and bamboo ensemble and Xiao solo.

However, the lyrics and music were later adapted into a flute solo piece. It was first adapted by Lu Chunling. Later, another bamboo flute master, Zhao Songting, also made a version, which is also very famous.

Compared with Lu Chunling's version which is brisk and bright, Zhao Songting's version looks subtle and profound, which is more in line with the scenery in front of him.

While Zhou Yan was playing the flute, He Wuming was silently practicing Peking Opera on the rooftop opposite. When he heard the sound of the flute, he stopped and leaned on the stone pier to listen quietly.

He Wuming knew that this was Zhao Songting's version of The Flying Partridge and he had tried it before, but this version required very high technical requirements and the effect of his playing was very poor.

He couldn't help but sigh, Zhou Yan's flute skills were indeed very strong, and he played this piece of music very well, but it was a pity that the flute in Zhou Yan's hands was too poor, which made the overall performance lacking.

In the next few days, Zhou Yan would go upstairs and play the flute twice every day, and the music would be different each time. Later, when other members of the crew stopped playing, he got tired of it first, and started to play tricks instead of playing those famous songs. He plays some unknown ditties and arranges them casually.

Sometimes he would also think about the music he had heard before and blend it into this era to create some musical collisions.

However, except for He Wuming, no one else in the crew could hear his collisions.

…

Director Hou, we are about to reach the Qiao Family Courtyard ahead.

On the road from Dongguan Town to Qiaojiabao Village, a blue Volga was driving. Because the road was uneven, the car bumped around and Hou Xiaoxian, who was sitting in the back seat, almost vomited.

He slowly rolled down the window and took a deep breath.

Raise the Red Lantern was about to start filming. As a producer, he naturally had to come to the scene, but the rural roads were really unflattering and made him suffer from the old nose.

Seeing him like this, the driver asked with concern, Director Hou, do you want me to drive slower?

Hou Xiaoxian waved his hand, No, drive faster.

Driving slowly would not only not relieve the pain, but would also prolong the pain. Hou Xiaoxian chose to make a quick decision.

After taking a few breaths of fresh air, Hou Xiaoxian felt a little better. As the car got closer and closer to the Qiao family compound, he heard the faint sound of the flute.

Hou Xiaoxian listened intently. The sound of the flute seemed to be coming from the direction of Qiao's courtyard. As the distance got closer, it became clearer and clearer.

Master driver, do you hear the sound of the flute?

The driver rolled down the window in front and listened carefully, It seemed like there was a flute sound, and it sounded pretty good.

Hou Xiaoxian nodded. Although he didn't understand the flute, the sound of the flute was really nice. He thought that there were scenes of flute playing in the movie, so it didn't seem particularly strange that there was a flute sound in the Qiao family courtyard.

In the sound of the flute, the car swayed to the entrance of Qiao's courtyard. Hou Xiaoxian quickly got out of the car and retched for a while without vomiting anything, but he felt much better.

Director Hou, drink water slowly.

Thank you. Hou Xiaoxian took the mineral water, not daring to drink too much in one gulp. He took a sip and felt better again.

The sound of the flute hasn't stopped yet, and now I can hear it more clearly while standing at the door of Qiao's courtyard, and I can vaguely tell that it's coming from upstairs.

The driver asked the staff at the door to help carry the luggage, while Hou Xiaoxian stood on tiptoe and looked inside, but could not find the flute player.

He asked the man who was helping him move the boxes, Little brother, who is playing the flute?

The person who moved the boxes for Hou Xiaoxian was Jiang Mengfei from the production team. He smiled and replied, It's the composer from the team, Zhou Yan.

Oh. Hou Xiaoxian was stunned, and then asked, Where is he playing?

We can't see it from here. It's blocked by this door. We have to go first into the courtyard and pass through here. You can see it when you look up. Director Hou, you live over there. I'll take you there.

Thank you very much.

Hou Xiaoxian followed Jiang Mengfei into the gate and passed through an alley. Then he looked up and saw a fair-skinned young man sitting sideways on the second floor window sill playing the flute.

He is Zhou Yan.

Jiang Mengfei smiled and carried Hou Xiaoxian's luggage to a room in the small side yard. Hou Xiaoxian did not follow him, and remained where he was, staring at Zhou Yan who was playing the flute upstairs seriously.

Now this piece of music is different from the one Hou Xiaoxian heard on the road just now. It is a new one. This piece of music is more high-spirited and rough.

Jiang Mengfei put Hou Xiaoxian's luggage into the room and turned back, Director Hou, do you want to come in and take a look?

Hou Xiaoxian did not answer, but asked Jiang Mengfei, What music was he playing?

Jiang Mengfei laughed and said, Director Hou, you are making things difficult for me. I can tell whether he is playing the flute or the flute. As for what kind of music he is playing, I really can't tell. Why don't I ask him when he comes down later? .”

Hou Xiaoxian shook his head, No, I'll ask myself, how did you get up there?

Before Jiang Mengfei could answer, Hou Xiaoxian had already discovered the stairs next to him and walked directly towards the stairs. Even though Hou Xiaoxian was in his forties, his steps were quite light. Jiang Mengfei was stunned and went up to the second floor.

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