Chapter 32 Where is the Princess (Gong Zhu)? (Please read and vote)

The Working People's Cultural Palace, located on the east side of the Red City Gate, was once the ancestral temple of the imperial families during the Ming and Qing dynasties and was formerly known as the Imperial Ancestral Temple.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, at the proposal of the Premier and the approval of the first State Council meeting, the Temple of Heaven was transferred to the Capital Federation of Trade Unions for management and turned into a cultural activity venue for workers and the masses. The plaque "Capital Working People's Cultural Palace" was named and inscribed by the Chairman himself. It was unveiled on April 1950, 4 and officially opened to the public on May 30, 1950.

It is a "school and paradise" for the working people.

When Wang Yuanchao came over with his guitar on his back, the scene was already packed with people.

After asking around a bit, we arrived at the back hall, where everyone was singing.

He was moving back and forth in the crowd, and because he was carrying a musical instrument, everyone was very kind and made way for him.

There was no surprise when he saw the face that he would never forget.

There was no surprise. He probably didn't remember him. He lowered his head and talked seriously with his colleague? Teammate?, while occasionally looking up to say hello to everyone.

Wang Yuanchao has squeezed to the front, okay? ! !

He also looked at himself in the mirror at home and saw that he had a very handsome face.

It was obvious that the other person was working at the moment, and there were many people here, so he couldn't greet them too directly. After all, neither party knew each other's name.

In the words of an old tourist in the park, there are too many people who try to chat up the girls.

However, as long as you know the other person's workplace, you won't be afraid, hehe.

Wang Yuanchao's eyes scanned the scene like a radar, and he quickly found the person who was commanding everyone. He was a leader at least.

He squeezed through.

"Leader, I also want to contribute a little to the singing. I can play the guitar."

"Guitar? That's what you're carrying?"

Wang Yuanchao quickly took off the guitar bag, opened it, took out the guitar and showed it to the leader in front of him.

This leader was about the same age as my father Wang Quan, in his forties. He looked at the guitar carefully and then carefully plucked a string.

After confirming that the string would sound, he said:
"Then you can sit with their accompanists."

Wang Yuanchao didn't expect the arrangement to be so smooth, and he immediately responded:

"OK!"

"and many more!"

"What instructions does the leader have?"

"Well, the event doesn't start until two o'clock, so you can play a song first to warm up the crowd."

The leader was not afraid that the young man was just filling in the gaps. This guitar was obviously not cheap, and the canvas box was worth a lot of money. He was afraid that if he played randomly and disrupted the rhythm, he would be derelict in his job.

Wang Yuanchao did not resist and asked:

"Then, leader, what piece of music should I play to warm up the audience?"

Sure enough, the leader raised his eyebrows and said:
"So, what can you do?"

There were a lot of enthusiastic people sitting there to provide accompaniment, including teachers and students from the Capital Conservatory of Music, professional singers, and some pure enthusiasts.

Everyone did the same thing. Those who knew how to sing played the accompaniment, and those who didn’t would take a break. Sometimes one instrument played the accompaniment, and sometimes several instruments played together. Even if someone was singing, the accompaniment would not stop.

"Let's Row the Oars," "Singing the Motherland," "Ode to the Red Plum," "I Offer Oil to the Motherland," "On the Capital's Golden Mountain," "We Are Walking on the Road..."

Wang Yuanchao played a series of popular songs.

When the leader heard this, he was surprised! This young man is quite capable!
"Then let's go to 'We're on the Road'!"

"We Are on the Road", written by the famous composer Li Jiefu and published in the spring of 1963, is a very new patriotic song.

But this song has a strong aura and is not really suitable for playing on an acoustic guitar.

Wang Yuanchao felt that he had to change his instrument. The acoustic guitar had too many limitations. It was better to use the accordion, which could play any song. He unconsciously glanced at the girl playing the accordion.

The other party just happened to glance at him, and his expression changed slightly. He should have recognized him by now!

But since the boss has made a request, I can't refuse. So I'll bring you a different guitar version.

Wang Yuanchao decided to fast-forward the song from march speed to presto speed, which was about one-third faster. This way, the song would sound more emotional and powerful when played on the guitar. Otherwise, the guitar solo would sound soft.

He was not afraid of the occasion at all. He walked over to the group of accompanists with his guitar slung over his shoulder. He even stood diagonally opposite the girl. He could face her by just turning his body slightly.

Without a microphone, he didn't say much nonsense. The whole hall was still buzzing with conversation because it was not yet time.

But when they saw him walk to the center, the crowd in the front began to shut up and prepare to watch.

As his fingertips quickly moved across the strings, the crowd immediately quieted down.

Do, Re, Mi, Sol, La… The prelude sounded, giving everyone a different feeling. They had never heard such a fast song before.

Soon, someone in the crowd realized that this was "We Are Walking on the Road."

Some singing experts unconsciously followed the rhythm of the guitar and began to sing along, giving the atmosphere of a loud war song.

Then more and more people started singing along, and those who didn't know the lyrics by heart couldn't keep up with the rhythm at all.

Liu Qijin looked at the boy in front of her who was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, strumming the guitar with his fingers like butterflies. He had a slightly crazy temperament. He smiled and glanced at the crowd, then looked at her with a smile. It was quite interesting.

Well, I finally got her attention.

The song itself is only two minutes long, but I asked Wang Yuanchao to speed it up by one third, so it was finished in a little over a minute.

When it was over, he bowed to everyone.

The crowd burst into applause.

The cadre named Wang Yuanchao who was there to warm up the crowd came forward and said:
"You play too fast. How are you going to play along with everyone else?"

Wang Yuanchao said without even taking a breath:
"Leader, it's mainly my instrument. If I play this song alone too slowly, it will sound soft. But if I play along with everyone, there will be no problem."

The leader looked at him suspiciously, turned around and saw Liu Qijin looking at him, and said:

"Xiao Liu, try playing with him once."

Liu Qijin picked up the accordion and said sweetly:

"We go at march speed?"

Wang Yuanchao was stunned. It wasn't Xiao Gong? Xiao Xue? Xiao Zhu? Xiao Lin? What the hell was Xiao Liu?

Oh, who is Xiao Liu?

Seeing him in a daze, Liu Qijin had no choice but to walk to Wang Yuanchao's side and said:

"Let's do it again at the speed of the march!"

Wang Yuanchao was awakened by this: my country has always been rich in natural resources and has many outstanding people, and there are many outstanding people besides Gong Xue and Zhu Lin. Isn't he narrow-minded?
However, Wang Yuanchao has a military band background and knows that both the accordion and guitar are "point-like" instruments with the same performance. No matter how much expressiveness and details each one has, it is difficult to express them at the same time. Only bands that have worked together for a long time can work closely together.

He quickly said:
"Let me borrow a musical instrument from another comrade."

He borrowed a trumpet from someone, and the person wiped it before handing it to him.

He blew twice and then made an OK gesture to Xiao Liu.

Liu Qijin didn't hesitate and started playing, and Wang Yuanchao's trumpet followed immediately.

When it is time to listen to the piano, the trumpet is nowhere to be seen; when it is time to be full of fighting spirit, the trumpet takes over.

The crowd sang along with the accompaniment again. This time the rhythm was normal and many people could sing along according to the song sheet and lyrics book. Their voices were uniform and loud.

When the song ended, the crowd applauded again. Looking at the young man and woman playing the piano and trumpet in the middle, everyone felt like they were watching a golden boy and a jade girl.

The conductor was very happy and asked Wang Yuanchao to find a seat next to him. He not only played the guitar, but also the trumpet. He was truly multi-talented.

Wang Yuanchao wiped the trumpet before returning it to the owner. Then he took a seat and shamelessly squeezed next to Xiao Liu.

Who cares about Xiao Gong, Xiao Zhu, or Xiao Liu? We have to take action when the time is right.

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(End of this chapter)