When he came to the piano room where he usually practiced, Zhuo Yang put his umbrella against the door, took off his soaked shoes and socks, placed the shoes neatly by the door, and stepped on the pine floor with his bare feet.』ΩΔpenΔ quge

Dry your head and hands, keeping your fingers straight and long.

He gently raised the top cover of the Mendelssohn grand piano, then turned back to the front, lifted the rocker cover, and Zhuoyang sat down.

His fingers slid on the black and white keys, and the melody of Beethoven's "Piano Concerto No. 5" began to echo in the piano room. Zhuo Yang did not deliberately choose the repertoire, he just played it casually.

"Piano Concerto No. 5" is magnificent, with endless rhythm changes, and the music is extremely grand and gorgeous. It is called the "Imperial Concerto".

Zhuo Yang was stroking his fingers gently. His familiarity with the music allowed him to completely control the eighty-eight black and white keys just by relying on the inertia of his arms and the memory of his fingers. Gradually, Zhuo Yang's attention left.

The fingers left the arm, even left the body.

His thoughts floated outside the piano room, out of the campus of the University of Music, to the beautiful canal bank, to the warm town of Denjeheim, and to the quiet shores of Lake Steinhude. Zhuoyang

His thoughts came to every place where he and Raisa had stopped, and to every place where they went back and forth to miss each other.

Zhuo Yang's people have left the piano, but the sound of the piano is still flowing.

Zhuoyang recalled every moment with Raisa, immersed in the pain of Raisakova's deception and betrayal. All the negative emotions burst out, sometimes angry, sometimes sad, sometimes bored, and sometimes desolate. He

I can no longer feel the jumping of my fingertips on the keys, I just let the catharsis of emotions control my fingers moving back and forth.

The sound of the piano in the room became sad and lively, as if it had life. Sometimes it was passionate and angry, sometimes it was whispering softly, sometimes it was jumping fast, sometimes it was singing slowly. The rhythm on Zhuoyang's fingers was constantly changing between soft, heavy, soothing, and urgent.

However, all of this is just his emotions flowing freely, without deliberately pursuing the skill of playing.

At this moment, it was not his fingers that played the piano, but Zhuoyang's soul.

The sound of the piano accompanies the flow of thoughts and the ups and downs of emotions.

Zhuo Yang closed his eyes and raised his head high. The lonely spotlight in the piano room enveloped him and the piano in a soft circle of light.

Zhuo Yang was buried deep in heavy emotions, deeply trapped.

Unable to extricate myself.

"I hear sadness from the sound of your piano." A voice came from behind the sound.

The sound of the piano suddenly stopped.

Zhuoyang looked back and saw Professor Carl Norman leaning against the door frame with his arms folded, looking at him quietly.

"Sir..." Zhuo Yang didn't know how to answer.

Professor Norman, who returned home at night, was attracted by the sound of the piano in the rain, so he walked in the rain to find the music and came to the piano practice room. He quietly watched Zhuo Yang's playing at the door, suppressing the shock in his heart, until he found Zhuo Yang

He was trapped in his emotions before he interrupted.

"I see sadness in your piano sound, although I don't know what happened to you." Professor Norman's voice was calm and low.

"I don't want to know what happened to you, because I'm just your piano teacher, not your life mentor."

"So, I just want to talk to you about music."

"Zhuo, do you know? In my opinion, your fingering is already quite perfect, and your playing skills are also very mature. You are an excellent piano player; you are already an excellent pianist."

"However, no matter how outstanding a pianist is, he is just a pianist and a performer of piano skills."

"Pianist is only the most elementary step in the world of music."

"After becoming a pianist, some people will understand the essence of music and grow into a piano performer and music artist. However, only a very small number of people can touch the true meaning of music. And these people can

He is a real pianist, a real piano master."

"The vast majority of people stay at the stage of being pianists and cannot make any progress in their lives. Even if they have the most proficient fingering, the fastest hands, and the best playing skills, they can only be a pianist for a lifetime."

"Zhuo, you have never been able to cross the threshold in front of you, staying at the door, outside the door of music and art. Do you know why?"

"Because there's no emotion in your playing!"

"All your playing is just to show off your skills and show off your skills without putting your body and mind into it. There is no soul in your music, and the movements you play have no life."

"However, tonight in the sound of your piano, I heard sadness, heard melancholy, saw your anger, and saw your sadness."

"Zhuo, tonight, you have opened the door!"

"No matter how great the music is, it must have its own emotion and life. Great pianists have their own paranoia and desire for emotion, so that they can give the music soul."

Professor Norman's words reminded Zhuo Yang of traditional Chinese painting techniques.

Chinese painting does not pay attention to physical resemblance. If you deliberately show the delicate details and three-dimensional light and shadow of the characters on the picture, it will be dismissed as 'craftsmanship'. No matter how similar the painting is, you are just a painter. What Chinese painting pursues is spiritual resemblance;

Artistic conception and picture layout. A truly great painter will melt his understanding of all things into pen, ink and paper. If it is only evaluated by the likeness, no matter how great the painter is, he cannot compare to a poor quality camera.

The same is true for music. If the performance does not include emotions and musical artistic conception, but only pursues skillful techniques to copy the scores of predecessors, then you only need to spend a thousand yuan to open a music performance software.

"Isn't it possible to survive without going crazy?" Zhuo Yang asked doubtfully.

"Yes, madness has enabled many great artists to finally reach the pinnacle of art. They used madness, paranoia and even perversion to inspire great works that have been handed down for generations."

"However, I do not approve of such art, which is done at the expense of destroying life and the world. They are slaves of art and slaves with emotional shackles."

"Zhuo, you were controlled by your own emotions just now and couldn't help yourself."

"If there is no emotion, what is the meaning of our existence?" Zhuo Yang is still wondering.

"You are right. The reason why human beings are great is that we have rich emotions. Zhuo, what I want to say is that you have to be the master of emotions and release your emotions instead of letting emotions control you and become

A slave to emotion. This is true for art, this is true for music, and so is life."

"Zhuo, tonight, just now, you have opened the door to the palace of music. The timing is completely beyond my expectation. I thought that with your genius, you would reach this point in the next two or three years.

, but you shocked me again."

"Zhuo, after entering this door, you have to try to interpret the music with emotion, and integrate your feelings and thoughts into the movements you play. You will become a great performer."

"Finally, you have to use music and the sound of the piano to release your emotions, use the sound of the piano to describe your heart, and use the piano to compose the world and the entire universe you see in front of you."
Chapter completed!