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In the face of such a fragile eldest son, he can neither beat nor scold, even if he speaks in a slightly heavy tone, he is really helpless. Ou Xingtian felt extremely tired at the moment.
"I'll just say, he just yelled, and he's very spirited, so he'll be fine. Okay, let's eat." Ou Xingzhen, who was beside him, was relieved, and patted his elder brother on the shoulder to urge him to eat quickly.
Having such a troublesome son, big brother is really hard work! However, he also deserved to be involved, who let him be spoiled so much before. Both were born to the same father, why is there such a big gap between the eldest nephew's and the younger nephew's? Of course there is still a problem with education.
Feeling pity for the elder brother and qíng in his heart, Ou Xingzhen thought to find a topic quickly and drive away this damn gloomy atmosphere. Eating in such a depressing atmosphere would make people indigested.
"Xiaoyi, Jian Haoxiang woke up last night, and his physical indicators are all normal. Do you want to go see him? As soon as he wakes up, he asks when he can see you." Speaking of his friend who has started to recover, Ou Xingzhen is happy. Change.
"Have you woken up? It's faster than I expected. Then I'll go see it tomorrow." For his first patient, Ou Lingyi hoped to keep track of his recovery situation at any time, and happily accepted the invitation of his second uncle.
Thinking of being alone with her little nephew tomorrow, Ou Xingzhen's face blossomed with a smile. The hospital and research institute have been very busy recently. Often when he came back, the precious nephew had already slept, and their work and rest times were completely staggered. Although it was not easy to meet each other under the same roof, Ou Xingying felt quite resentful.
"I'll go to the hospital tomorrow too." Hearing his brother's suggestion, Ou Xingtian frowned, and then spoke in a deep voice.
"Ah? What are you going to do?" Ou Xingzhen opened her mouth wide, wondering if she had heard it wrong. Although the eldest brother and Jian Haoxiang do not have a deep hatred, most of them are competitors in business, and they have never been on the same page. How could they ask to visit the hospital on their own initiative?
"How can we say that we also have some jiāoqíng in the mall, shouldn't we go and see him?" Ou Xingtian picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth gracefully.
Ou Xingzhen looked at his eldest brother's paralyzed face, and lowered his head silently: Brother, are you sure you are called jiāoqíng in the mall, not jiāo evil?
"Yi'er, after school tomorrow afternoon, my father will pick you up and go with you." Ou Xingtian patted his son's head, and waited gently.
So, that's the point. Hearing what the elder brother said to his younger nephew, Ou Xingzhen realized.
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after dinner
Ou Lingyi recorded the score she wanted to play in the room, took it to Ou Lingshuang's room, and asked her to make an accompaniment tape for herself. He remembered that his sister was very good at audio software when she was a child, tried to make a lot of music tapes, and even gave him a few boxes, so when he needed someone to help, he was the first to think of her.
"Sister, this is the song I want to play. The red staff is the accompaniment of chimes, and the yellow is the accompaniment of dulcimer. Can you help me synthesize it with the software?" Ou Lingyi handed the score he just made to Ou Lingshuang.
"Ah? There's an accompaniment tape? Aren't you playing solo?" Ou Lingshuang was a little dumbfounded. at this
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, The so-called solo is a serious solo performance, there is no concept of harmonic accompaniment at all, no wonder Ou Lingshuang can't react for a while.
"Oh, the solo is too monotonous. Adding some accompaniments can make the music more layered." Ou Lingyi smiled when she saw her sister's bulging eyes and wide-open mouth.
"Yes, this idea is good and creative! Yi'er, you are so smart!" He is also a music lover, Ou Lingyi said what Ou Lingshuang said, and Ou Lingshuang took it back immediately, her eyes lit up: "Quick, show me the score, Don't worry, my sister will fix it for you!"
She grabbed the sheet music excitedly, Ou Lingshuang began to sing along with the notes in her mouth, she sang and sang, and suddenly stopped, looking at her younger brother with a frighteningly bright eyes: "Xiao Yi, what song is this? The melody is so special! I Why have you never heard of it? Don't tell me you made it yourself!"
"Well, I hummed casually when I had nothing to do." Ou Lingyi nodded honestly. When he was a wandering soul in the last life, he really had no entertainment. He often hummed out-of-tune tunes to entertain himself. This tune was one of them. After the melody was slightly arranged, it was recorded.
"Ah... Xiaoyi, you, have you tested your IQ?" Ou Lingshuang opened and closed her mouth, and finally squeezed out this sentence. In other words, my brother is so versatile, is there anything? He is beautiful in appearance, good in reading, excellent in medical skills, and very artistic. Can there be a second such perfect person in the world? Is there? There must be no more! There is only one brother of my Ou Lingshuang! Ou Lingshuang's inner villain laughed wildly with his waist up to the sky, that's called pride.
"I haven't tested it, it doesn't make sense to test it." Although he didn't understand, he was clearly talking about the score, how could it be related to his IQ, he still answered honestly to his sister's obedient Ou Xiaotongshoe.
"No need to test, my sister told you, it must be 280!" Ou Lingshuang asserted domineeringly: "Also, why does this song have to be played with erhu? Does Xiaoyi know any other instruments?"
Ou Lingshuang also felt that the musical instrument chosen by her brother was somewhat inappropriate. It's not her prejudice, but in the society at that time, when a large number of foreign cultural invasions were received, the Chinese people were generally a little bit of a foreigner, and they only blindly pursued modern fashion, thinking that domestic products were old-fashioned. Because of this, many national quintessence has gradually been forgotten.
In the aspect of music education, parents blindly send their children to learn piano, violin, cello, and all Western musical instruments are considered noble and elegant, while in Chinese music, except for the guzheng, there are few other people in the market. To understand, to learn. In particular, the erhu is generally labeled as vulgar, and it is considered that it is okay to beg for begging on the street by a liang artist.
"I can also play the piano, violin, cello, clarinet, guzheng, flute, and dulcimer. But this piece needs to express the vicissitudes of time, and only the erhu is the most suitable. Does my sister think the erhu is not good? Not worse than foreign musical instruments, our playing skills are even more extensive and profound, such as Guzheng, there are hundreds of basic fingerings, and the sound of the strings can be ever-changing due to different fingerings. I forgot the good things that our ancestors left us." Speaking of the only music he was interested in, Ou Lingyi said a lot more rarely, when he thought about the future, Erhu, Matouqin, Konghou, Xun... these classical musical instruments, people who learn It is becoming less and less, or even disappearing; on the international stage, Chinese music has no place, and Ou Lingyi feels deeply regretful.
During the years as a wandering soul, his favorite things were basking in the moonlight on the rooftop, and the other was going to the guard room to listen to the old guard playing the erhu. The clanging and clanging sound made him unforgettable to this day.
"What's wrong with you?" After expressing his views on Chinese music, Ou Lingyi found the silence in the room. Ou Lingshuang was staring at him, looking at him dully, he couldn't help but stretch out her arm and ask.
"Ah~~ nothing, I just think what you said is too right! Xiaoyi, this is the first time my sister has heard you say such long words in one breath!" Ou Lingshuang was pulled back to her mind by her brother, patted his head, and said qíng is pleased: It would be nice to have something that he loves, no yù, no desire, lifeless, really not suitable for the pure young man in front of him.
"Yi'er likes Chinese music? Erhu?" After visiting the eldest son, Ou Xingtian wanted to go see the younger son. He passed by Ou Lingshuang's room, and accidentally listened to the conversation between the siblings. Leaning against the door, the corners of his mouth evoked a happy arc: He was not restrained by popular worldly concepts and only pursued what he thought was valuable. Is it because his mind was pure and pure enough to see farther and farther than others? Your baby is really special.