Qin Jian had a dream, at a banquet in gorgeous costumes, he turned into a wine glass, which would be filled by the maid on the side from time to time.

Whenever it is filled, I feel a strong urge to urinate.

The whole table was arguing about who had touched heaven with the piano.

Everyone was chattering non-stop.

Some say Beethoven, some say Mozart, some say Bach.

This chattering argument did not stop until Qin Jian was awakened by the monstrous urine.

Standing in front of the toilet, Qin Jian shook his body, and suddenly a sense of comfort spread all over his body from top to bottom.

Call.

Comfortable.

However, who is it after arguing for so long?

Beethoven, Mozart, Bach?

It seems that everyone has a point, but what is the ultimate answer?

Qin Jian put on his pants and washed his hands, and returned to the piano again.

Withstanding the strong reluctance, I picked up the unfinished "Divinity in Beethoven's Music" at noon.

“...... But one thing is certain, since Beethoven's arrival, music has begun to seep into worldly emotions that have been hidden and restrained until then. ”

Clearly, the composers of the past deliberately extinguished the private feelings that belonged to the individuality under the admiration of the radiance of the divinity in general. ”

Beethoven brought the individual man into direct dialogue with God, but he wanted to express that our humanity is glorified because of God. ”

Qin Jian closed the book, if according to what is said in this book, what about Bach?

Bach's music is solemn and silent.

Judging from every note composed by Bach, each note is acquainted with the embodiment of divinity, which always makes people's hearts feel as if they have been summoned.

So what does this sense of ritual that suddenly emerges from the depths of the heart mean?

Ay.

Still don't have a clue.

Qin Jian inserted his ten fingers into his hair, and he wanted to pull these things out of his mind.

Today, the day that was supposed to practice the piano was wasted in this illusory information.

Qin Jian forcibly endured his irritability and put the book aside.

After looking at the worship value in his hand, it seems that he doesn't even have the desire to practice the piano.

Is it that there have been too many things lately, or are you thinking too much?

In an instant, a trace of confusion and exhaustion appeared in Qin Jian's heart.

In the quiet cabin, only the watch on the wall was ticking.

The sky outside the window was getting darker.

It's been an hour, and the broken hair on Qin Jian's forehead has completely dried.

In this hour, no one knew what Qin Jian was thinking, as if he was in some kind of emotion.

I don't know how long it took, Qin Jian picked up the little black shell, opened the familiar music playlist, and swiped the screen.

Howl's Moving Castle Interlude, the merry-go-round of life.

Seeing the song title that slipped to him, Qin Jian's expression softened a lot, he always liked to listen to it when he was in a bad mood before, and later begged He Jing to write a score for himself.

At the moment when Qin Jian's fingers were about to touch the screen, he suddenly stopped.

After a moment, he put the phone aside, and then slowly opened the lid.

Seriously rolled up his sleeves.

Place your hands on the keys.

In the dark room, the young man in front of the piano gently raised his left hand.

Finger falls.

Qin Jian chose a very slow speed.

A group of soft double sounds sounded, warm and soft.

Slowly, the rhythm of the waltz began to walk under Qin Jian's hands.

The rhythm of strength and weakness is like the distinct steps of the dancers.

Take it easy.

Elegance.

However, at this time, the first misnote appears, like a dancer taking a wrong step, and the music suddenly becomes dissonant.

However, Qin Jian did not stop, but the music continued to go down.

The hands on the keyboard are like two merry-go-rounds chasing each other, chasing each other on the large disc of the keys, but they cannot overlap forever in a moment.

Suddenly, the rhythm of the waltz suddenly became faster, tick-da-da, tick-da-da.

Mistones, unbalanced rhythms, sticky sounds, one mistake after another, and after a while, the whole music is almost out of shape.

But Qin Jian smiled, and his ears seemed to hear the most beautiful voice.

Like a child who has discovered a new toy, like a dancer in a new pair of shoes.

As the music reached its climax, Qin Jian's body involuntarily swayed from side to side.

Not looking at his fingers, he closed his eyes and raised his head.

Let your hands jump on the keyboard with the memories of the past.

Indulge in the exploration of the black and white world of Ten Fingers.

The music reaches its climax, and the notes become denser.

The sky outside the window was completely dark, and only the signal light of the TV was lit up in the room, a red light, which was faint enough to illuminate any corner.

Qin Jian got up and squatted on the piano bench.

In the dark, his hands waved wantonly.

The music is getting noisier and louder, and it has almost changed beyond the original song.

But this is the most touching and happiest time that Qin Jian feels that he has been reborn.

No pressure, no purpose, nothing.

Only instinct as a pianist.

Play.

Bounce off.

Bounce is enough.

......

I don't know how long it took for the room to be calm again.

A long sigh seems to take away a lot of stress, making people feel more relaxed.

"Yes, that's where I really am at the moment. ”

It's actually pretty good.

Playing the piano has always been for love and pleasure, but my recent emotions have been mixed with too many negative things.

Strong purpose, impure motives.

Even because he was afraid of losing his worship value, he no longer dared to play those sketches that he once loved the most.

Behind the fact that I went crazy all day to explore information, wasn't I afraid of missing out on any rewards?

"Go to TM's rewards. ”

At this moment, Qin Jian's mood seemed to be a little different.

Coo-coo.

A strange scream came out of Qin Jian's stomach in the dark room.

Hungry.

Gotta pick up the pace, eat something, haven't practiced today.

Qin Jian got up to turn on the light and accidentally touched a book on the piano.

The white light flashed, the room lit up, and Qin Jian squinted and bent down.

When I saw the pages spread out, I suddenly stopped.

His eyes were slightly focused, his mouth was muttering, and suddenly the corners of his mouth raised an arc.

"May every one of my readers shine on a bad day———— Bach doesn't like to practice, respectfully. ”