Because it involves the 60th anniversary of the Conservatory of Music, well-known figures from all walks of life were invited to attend the party. The school attached great importance to this music performance. During each rehearsal, it would use a camera to shoot the rehearsal from beginning to end for the directors who organized the program to find out the shortcomings.

When Zhang Haiping left the rehearsal site, after obtaining Guo Dalu's consent, he specially copied a video from the camera and put it on his phone.

At this moment, he knocked on the door of the teacher Wu Qingshan courtyard with this video. After the nanny opened the door, Wu Minxia and others next to him followed him in.

This is a small yard that is not very large, but extremely exquisite.

The yard is full of flower pots, and there are all kinds of flowers in it. To the east of the yard, there is a small pavilion made of grape trellis. Wu Qingshan was sitting under the grape trellis chatting and laughing with several other old people.

Wu Qingshan has a thin face, tall figure, and his short hair has turned completely white. He reflects a bright luster under the light. Next to him is a small incense burner. Several long sandalwood sticks are burning in the incense burner. When the breeze blows, the sandalwood heads are scattered and the smell of sandalwood is very pleasant. At this time, the entire courtyard has already filled with the whole courtyard.

Sitting next to Wu Qingshan was a thin old man in Zhongshan suit. Even though he was chatting and laughing with his friends at his old friend's house, the thin old man was still dressed in a neat and meticulous manner.

This thin old man is Tang Haiwang, who is known as "Tang Pipa" in the industry.

Back then, he and Wu Qingshan joined forces with a group of traditional music artists. After working hard, they have achieved the current revival of ancient Chinese music.

There were also several old men sitting next to them, including men and women, with different temperaments. Among them, there was a round stone table with a large sea of ​​tea on the table. On the sea of ​​tea was a purple clay teapot with a big belly and a small mouth. At this time, smoke was slowly coming out of the mouth of the pot, and there were a few small tea cups in front of the teapot.

After Wu Qingshan entered the yard, an old woman with extremely elegant temperament walked out of the pavilion, "Pingyun, Minxia? Why are you here at this time?"

Although this old woman is old, she has her eyes and a graceful figure. Just looking at her charm at this moment, you can guess how beautiful a beauty she is when she is young.

This old woman is Wu Qingshan's wife Fu Qingying, a representative figure among contemporary Qingshan School painters in Wuzhong. She is a very famous female painter in the industry.

"Master's wife!"

Seeing Fu Qingying coming, Zhang Pingyun and others hurriedly met him. Wu Minxia even managed to hold Fu Qingying and asked softly: "Teacher and the others are here?"

Fu Qingying smiled and said, "Today, Teacher Tang was given a pack of good tea. He refused to enjoy it alone, so he evened out part of it for everyone to taste it. Today, a small tea tasting conference was held here, and several nearby teachers came to join in the fun."

She looked at Zhang Pingyun and asked in a low voice: "What happened? Why did the big night come?"

Zhang Pingyun stammered: "There was some minor problem during the rehearsal of the show today. We came here this time to ask the teacher..."

Before he could finish a sentence here, Wu Qingshan was clear and a little old voice sounded from the pavilion, "What are you muttering about? What happened?"

He sat in the pavilion and did not get up, but turned around and looked at Zhang Pingyun, "Come here!"

Zhang Pingyun shivered, glanced at Fu Qingying, and whispered: "That master's wife, I...I'll go first!"

He didn't dare to say much to his master's wife, so he hurried to the pavilion. The people next to him looked at each other and walked towards the pavilion at the same time.

At this time, in the pavilion, not only Zhang Pingyun's teacher Wu Qingshan, but basically everyone's teachers gathered here.

Since the teacher is here, those who are students must go up and ask ok no matter what.

When seeing Zhang Pingyun, Wu Minxia and other teachers from the Conservatory of Music came over together, Wu Qingshan, Tang Haiwang, Bai Qingyu and other old men were a little surprised. Tang Haiwang whispered: "What's going on? Why are these little guys all here?"

Wu Qingshan knew his apprentice best and said angrily: "There must be something that cannot be solved? I can't handle it, so I thought of us old things!"

Bai Qingyu, a tall and thin person next to him, chuckled softly: "Minxia, ​​my female apprentice, is here too. Today, a group of people came here in the middle of the night. They were not afraid of disturbing Brother Wu, but it was obvious that things were not small!"

Yang Cheng, a piano master who was already bald, smiled and said, "Look at what they said first!"

Just as the old men were muttering softly, Zhang Pingyun had already walked to the edge of the pavilion. He bent down to the old men in the pavilion and saluted: "Hello, teachers, I'm really not here to disturb you so late..."

Wu Qingshan shouted: "Okay, okay, stop talking nonsense, what happened?"

When Zhang Pingyun saluted the elderly in the pavilion, Wu Minxia and others bent down and bowed to say hello to the teachers, and they did not dare to be rude.

Zhang Pingyun walked to Wu Qingshan, thought about the sentences slightly, and then said: "It's such a teacher. Recently, the college will hold a school anniversary event for 60 years. We also participated in the rehearsal of this concert. During the rehearsal, the new director played two songs on stage, one of which I think may be the long-lost "Guangling San"..."

"What!"

Wu Qingshan's face changed color and he stood up suddenly. He looked at Zhang Pingyun and said sternly: "What's going on when you start from scratch?"

Several music masters next to them were also surprised, "Xiao Zhang, this is not a joke!"

"Guangling San" reappears in the world? How is this possible?"

Several old men stood up and stared at Zhang Pingyun, "Boy, make it clear!"

Zhang Pingyun was sweating profusely by several old men. His mind was blank for a moment and he couldn't speak. After a while, when Wu Qingshan's face became impatient, he finally calmed down, turned on his phone, took out the video of the rehearsal meeting, and pulled the video directly into the clip where Guo Dalu played on stage, "Several teachers, you will know!"

Wu Qingshan is extremely smart. When he saw Zhang Pingyun clicking on the video, he couldn't wait to fast forward the video, as if he wanted to hide something, and knew that there must be something wrong.

He looked at Zhang Pingyun, "Don't fast forward, I'm going to see from the beginning what's going on... Huh?"

At this time, in the video of Zhang Pingyun's mobile phone, Guo Dalu was sitting in front of the guqin, and his right hand suddenly slid, and a string of extremely smooth and crisp sounds like clear streams flowed out of Zhang Pingyun's mobile phone.

"Shake the piano and try it out?"

Wu Qingshan was moved, "Is this kind of technique still there?"
Chapter completed!