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"Walking of the Tiger" is a cautionary poem praising wanderers for not yielding to tigers and not being meddle with birds. It expresses Feng Yuanqing's sad thoughts on war with the help of poems and songs.

It was a time when the war was raging, and the Yiyin Yashe was far away in Qingling Lake, so it could clearly know everything that happened on the front line.

The cruelty of the Japanese army stained this peaceful and peaceful land with blood.

What made them even more indignant was that those servile puppet soldiers and traitors helped to torture the tyrants and stabbed the sharp knives that should have killed the enemy into the hearts of their compatriots.

Feng Yuanqing poured out all his anger, and on the eve of the premiere, he composed the melody of "Tiger Row" that is most suitable for chime bells.

Holding a bell mallet, he reprimanded the bullying Japanese soldiers like tigers, and satirized the servile traitors like birds.

He is also using deep and deep bells to sing praises to those people with straight spines, in order to protect the ground under their feet, and for the belief in their hearts, they took up arms and went to the battlefield.

These people have become fighters and wanderers who have left their homes.

The Japanese army, puppet army, and traitors opened the door for them, promising them prosperity and wealth, and promising them a stable life. As long as they betrayed their compatriots, they would be rewarded.

However, they will never compromise and will never join the ranks of these bastards to cause harm.

Even with a gun, the muzzle always points to the front full of enemies.

Those wanderers who are burdened with the expectation of victory may not necessarily have learned to read and read, and they may not necessarily know poetry and songs.

But their footsteps, their gazes, and their words are all rushing and shouting——

Under the overturned nest, how can there be any eggs!

Rather Stick to your guns!

Chung Ying knows everything about the score of Tiger Row.

Every time I recite this simple verse, there will be uncontrollable waves in my heart.

However, at this time, he was only facing a friendly old American.

He smiled and explained briefly: "This poem praises the wanderers far away, maintaining a noble character, adhering to the original beliefs, not yielding to power, and not compromising with shameless people."

The white-haired and blue-eyed old man nodded in a taught manner upon hearing such a firm theory.

"Those who are wandering outside should really stick to their principles."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with a smile: "No wonder I listen to this piece of music, the tone is deep, combined with the unique echo of the bronze bell, it is more like playing a great and solemn belief."

The old man's words are not simply praising the poem, but he really understood Zhong Ying's "Race of the Tiger".

Immediately, Zhong Ying looked at him with respect.

"You know music."

Because he understands, he will not rely on Western ethics to ask in confusion: Why?

Why don't people who are in a difficult situation learn to be flexible and adapt to the current situation?

Why do you have to refuse the kindness of the superior and the help of the smooth when you are alone and helpless?

Instead, I agree with the integrity and nobility promoted by this piece of music.

Hearing this, the old man laughed happily, "What I know is not music, but this set of chime clocks."

With gentle eyes, he came over and extended his hand to Zhong Ying friendly.

Zhong Ying handed him the hammer expectantly, waiting for this friendly old gentleman to show his "understanding".

Sure enough, the old man holding the hammer raised his hand and struck the chime without hesitation.

In the humming Yongzhong, the button bell swayed accordingly, and under the touch of the slender mallet tip, it repeated the melody that the bell had played just now.

It was the tone that asked the wanderer "Wild sparrows have no nests" like a wake-up call.

The continuous whirling vibration, like a fair and just God, looks down on the weak wanderer: why not live in the nest provided by the birds?Why do you have to stubbornly walk in the storm?

"listen."

The old man looked at the trembling bronze bell and said, "Every tone here is answering 'no'!"

Zhong Ying was extremely surprised and pleasantly surprised that a foreigner could imitate "Running Tiger" so accurately.

Although the old man's imitation did not have the strong emotion required to play the music, he accurately expressed the stubbornness of the wanderer against the wind and rain and against the power, which shows that he must be a music expert.

With bright eyes, Zhong Ying asked, "Are you a musician?"

The old man laughed loudly, "No, I can't even play the piano."

He denied Zhong Ying's guess, stretched out his palm, and touched the edge of the bronze Yongzhong affectionately.

"I study it."

With gentle eyes, the old man replied, "My name is Wellard, and this set of replica chimes is my work."

Wellard is an acoustician at the Lyric School of Music.

He has studied the Warring States chime bells collected by the museum for nearly 50 years, conducted comprehensive inspections on the six-piece set in the glass display case, and spent decades to reproduce this set of chime bells that can be played.

"I've even knocked them myself."

Wellard showed off and generally pointed to the cultural relics in the showcase, "I dare not say that this set of replicas has been 100% restored, at least I can guarantee that they have exactly the same value in the acoustic instrument test."

It is Wellard's work to quantify music into mathematics and physics.

He raised his hand, and the hammer struck the button bell on the upper floor, making a clear ding-dong sound.

"Many people think that bronze instruments are a musical coincidence, just a melodious sound generator accidentally assembled by ancient Chinese. But I think it is a complicated science."

"I have been to your Suzhou National Musical Instrument Factory, and I have also studied the chime bells of Marquis Yi of Zeng in the Hubei Museum. Every set of chime bells excavated in China conforms to the same rhythm, which is enough to show that their birth is not a coincidence, but the source Based on a music rule in ancient China, there are strict standards for scales and rhythms."

When the old professor talked about his research, his tone became serious and professional.

He raised his hand and knocked on the big bell on the lower floor, and said, "The tones of the six bells in Lyric are Sol, La, Do, Re, Mi, and La."

The smooth and moving melody, in Zhong Ying's heart, accurately corresponds to the five-tone Zhengtune scale, Zhengyu Gongshang Jiaoyu.

The sound gradually reverberated in the air, and Wellard struck a melody again.

"The Warring States chime bells unearthed in China are mostly nine Yong bells, which form the tones of Sol, La, Do, Re, Mi, La, Re, Mi, and La."

In Zhong Ying's ears, the tones rang out one after the other, completely corresponding to Zheng Yu Gong Shang Jiao Yu Shang Jiao Yu.

"It's also the bells of the Warring States Period. I guessed based on the possibility of a complete set of chimes, so I chimed the bells for Lyric and copied the subsequent three-piece set of Yongzhong—"

Holding the bell mallet, the old professor happily rang the middle Yongzhong bell, making the sounds of Re, Mi, and La.

"Such nine tones are the complete Warring States chime."

Ding ding dong dong sound, accompanied by Wellard's impromptu lecture, echoed in this museum.

Even the tourists who visited stopped curiously to watch the old man skillfully ring the bell and explain the creation principle of this set of replicas.

Wellard seems to have all the research materials in his mind, and he can easily read the chime data.

Although he doesn't understand the five tones of classical Chinese, he calculated the scale frequency of a set of chime bells mathematically.

What the bell should ring is music, what the professor rings is natural science.

Immersed in his long-lost lectures, he praised the inheritance of the unique sacrificial culture of bronze musical instruments during the Warring States Period more than 2000 years ago.

As he spoke, he asked a question on the spur of the moment: "Since you know how to ring a chime, you should know that the frequencies that our ears can appreciate are all arranged in a wonderful proportion, otherwise, no amount of rhythm is noise."

"Son, tell me, what kind of temperament is used in the set of chimes in front of me?"

The old man's face was full of excitement and excitement. He obviously knew the answer, but he wanted to know Zhong Ying's answer even more.

Zhong Ying had never seen a foreigner who was so obsessed with chime bells. He smiled and took the hammer, as if he had accepted a teacher's assessment of the students.

After ringing two pieces of music, Zhong Ying has memorized the sound of every chime in front of him by heart.

He didn't rush to ring the bell, but replied slowly:

"According to the rule of the five-degree law of intergeneration in ancient Greece, the sound between chimes and chimes perfectly conforms to the ratio of one-third, which is full of geometric thinking."

But he smiled and looked at the expectant old professor beside him.

"However, earlier than Pythagoras' research, China already had a similar three-point profit and loss method, and then obtained a more precise twelve-equal law, so this set of chime clocks should be... ..."

Zhong Ying took a hammer, followed the professor's narration, and knocked out the comfortable twelve semitones on the chime.

They come from the ancient Warring States, and a clear tone has not yet been born.

Before the rules of "Pythagorean music system", "C (do), D (re), E (mi), G (sol), A (la) sound names" and "Hertz, cents" appeared , they already exist on bronze musical instruments, with ancient and profound inscriptions, inheriting the soul of music that has lasted for 5000 years.

Those souls have the most beautiful names in the world——

"Huang Zhong, Da Lu, Tai Cu, Jia Zhong, Gu Xi, Zhong Lu, Rui Bin, Lin Zhong, Yi Ze, Nan Lu, Wu She, Ying Zhong."

Every scale that Zhong Ying speaks has a rhythm unique to Chinese.

He didn't need to translate one by one, but he could rely on the soft ringing of the chime to tell this old man who only knew Do, Re, and Mi what Chinese rhythm is.

They are inscribed on the inscriptions of chime bells, recorded in "Guanzi", "Zhou Li" and "Lu Shi Chunqiu", echoing over the eastern land. For 5000 years, the lingering sound has never been cut off.

The sound of the bronze bell hovered in the modern exhibition hall of the Lyric Museum.

Zhong Ying said proudly: "The twelve equal temperaments I just announced to you are Chinese jurists and musicians Mr. Zhu Zaiyu. In 1584, he used an abacus to calculate the irrational number of the 2th root of 12 and derived it. It solves the defect of Pythagoras’ five-degree intergenerational rhythm, and after being spread by Italian missionaries, it was promoted to France, and then changed the temperament of the whole of Europe.”

"Professor, the origin of temperament is in China."

Now it was Wellard's turn to be surprised.

He wanted to see the children's eyes full of curiosity.

As a result, intellectual curiosity showed on his face.

"Do you understand acoustics?" Wellard asked curiously.

"My teacher taught me a little bit before, just taking this set of chimes as an example to demonstrate the relationship between rhythm and acoustics."

Zhong Ying added sincerely, "He used to be Lyric's student."

Wellard blinked and asked, "What's his name?"

"Bai Huisheng." Zhong Ying paused, "He is good at erhu."

The old man's blue eyes suddenly realized for a moment, and then suddenly realized.

"Erhu? Oh! I know!"

The unique Chinese musical instrument evokes his impressions from a long time ago, "Bai, he is an excellent student, and he often plays the erhu in the academy!"

Wellard has fond memories of the stringed instrument with its long neck and narrow box.

"He was my student, and he applied for a project to study Lyric chimes. I thought his goal was physics or mathematics, but I didn't expect him to be a musician."

People with musical talent seldom study music acoustics seriously.

Because, it is not necessary.

"He is very sensitive to rhythm and does not need to rely on frequency to determine pitch, but he quantifies music into data and does an exceptional job."

Even after decades, when Wellard mentioned Baihuisheng, he was still full of praise.

He said that Chinese international students are always diligent and hardworking.

He said that Bai Huisheng only studied for five years, and the results of his research exceeded his own 12 years of research.

He was all smiles, happy to mention this outstanding graduate again, and also happy to meet the students of the students.

"So he has fulfilled his wish and became an honorable teacher in China?"

"Yes."

Being able to talk about Bai Huisheng with an old professor who just met, Zhong Ying was both moved and emotional.

He said: "Teacher Bai taught the erhu in China's conservatory of music, and he also taught us acoustics. I have read all his papers. He brought back his research on this set of bells from the Warring States period in the United States to China, and expanded to the rhythm. It has also taught many excellent students in the fields of mathematics, acoustics, mathematics and physics."

Wellard laughed out loud after hearing this.

"The papers you read must not be all!"

He said affirmatively: "Because he still has some unpublished theories, he only told me."

The happy old professor picked up the hammer again and rang the bell on the lower floor.

"He said that the Warring States chime belongs to the major third of 386 cents, which does not conform to the 400 cent equal interval of the piano, so there is no way to completely restore it in the United States. Even if it is restored, it is impossible to play beautiful music."

Wellard said, his eyes lit up, "He was wrong. Hahaha, look, I copied this perfect set of Warring States chimes, and he will be surprised when he sees it."

Like a teacher who refuted the wrong ideas of his students, he enjoyed the triumph of being right.

"How is he?" Wellard asked with a big smile, "Since he returned to China, except for the two times I went to Suzhou and Hubei, we haven't talked much."

The long distance is not only the ocean and the continent that block the teachers and students.

And life and death.

Zhong Ying hesitated for a while, and finally said truthfully:

"He passed away because of cancer."

Wellard opened his eyes wide. He hadn't left the happy memory of the long-lost reunion, and suddenly he was about to face the death of his student.

"cancer……"

He blankly repeated Zhong Ying's words, "This is really regrettable news."

The old man sighed and put down the hammer, "At my age, I might attend three or four funerals a year, but I never thought that my students would walk ahead of me."

Wellard's rickety back reveals the sadness and pain that only the elderly can understand.

They will face frequent deaths, so that their emotions are numb in the constant farewell, and gradually calm and serene.

"But he should be very happy."

Wellard stared at the bronze instrument in front of him, "Because he taught students like you. The music you played with the chime is the most beautiful melody I have ever heard."

"Whether Bai is a teacher or a musician, he will be proud of you."

The topic became heavy and sad, dispelling the carefree and happy time when they chatted about the chime.

There was silence for a while, as if all the people present were silently mourning for a musician who died young.

The old man stared at the chimes in the glass showcase, and suddenly smiled gently.

He reached out and patted Zhong Ying on the shoulder, and said, "Son, since you are a student of Bo, I solemnly invite you to come to Lyric College next Wednesday."

"Is there something wrong?" Zhong Ying asked curiously.

Wellard's grief for death has long been wiped out by the funerals several times a year, and he is completely calm and calm at this time.

He said: "At that time, you will see a real set of chime bells. Although it is a work of the Tang Dynasty, it is still ancient and ancient. I will quietly allow you to play it."

"It's definitely better than the replica I made."

Chime bells are rare and precious, let alone those from the Tang Dynasty.

A trace of suspicion arose in Zhong Ying's heart, and he asked in a low voice, "Where did it come from?"

The old professor didn't notice Zhong Ying's nervousness at all, and he said truthfully: "It's a precious antique collected by an old friend of mine. He just told me that he wants the Lyric College Museum to study it carefully and keep it."

"You know, it's more meaningful for us professionals to study these musical instruments that can be struck, rather than as decorative ornaments."

After hearing this, Zhong Ying widened his eyes.

He looked at the master next to him in disbelief, and Fan Chengyun looked astonished.

Fan Chengyun was quiet for a long time, and had to ask friendlyly: "Mr. Wellard, are you talking about Mr. He Yuansheng?"

Wellard looked surprised, "Oh, yes. So you also know about this?"

They don't even know!

Zhong Ying excitedly asked: "When did Mr. He say he wanted the academy to keep that set of chime bells?!"

His voice was suddenly high-pitched, and Wellard jumped.

The old professor obviously didn't know how terrible news he had told, so he blinked and said innocently:

"Ah, about half an hour ago or an hour ago? When I walked into the museum."

Seeing Zhong Ying's focused expression, he added earnestly: "I have seen this set of chimes several times, and it is in very good condition, and it has a nice name."

"Although it is private news that has not been published publicly, Mr. He and I have been old friends for decades, and he will not lie to me. I think you will be very happy to hear it."

Zhong Ying stood there, as if struck by lightning, the expression on his face was obviously not "happy".

The master and apprentice were puzzled and exchanged glances.

Zhong Ying didn't know why Mr. He made such a decision, and he immediately thought of the most terrible result——

They couldn't bring Xisheng home.

Xi Sheng will be sent to Lyric by Mr. He, and become an American exhibit like a six-piece set of Warring States chime bells!

"Any questions?"

Wellard could see their dignified atmosphere, and made a sound in confusion.

Zhong Ying hesitated to speak.

After all, this Mr. Wellard doesn't know anything, he only knows that it is a good set of chime bells from the Tang Dynasty.

Zhong Ying, who was still inexperienced, felt anxious and wanted to blurt out "That's the chime bell of Yiyin Yashe", but he was also afraid that misfortune would come out of his mouth and cause unnecessary trouble.

So, he looked at Fan Chengyun and urged anxiously, "Master, master!"

I hope Master can think of the best way to prevent the worst outcome.

Fan Chengyun was also shocked by this unconfirmed news.

Fortunately, he has heard too much of this kind of bad news, and he has already summed up a safe solution.

"Mr. Wellard, we are very interested in the chime you mentioned. I wonder if we can meet Mr. He in advance."

He walked over with a gentle and polite smile, patted his apprentice on the shoulder, and hinted: "In the name of a Chinese student who came from afar."