Manhof closed the door of his office, he covered his mouth and did not cry, but tears flowed, he knew that maybe Major Schöner was listening to his every move outside the door, Manhof yawned to hide his tears, he remembered the Italian Tarantella, it was a cheerful dance music, cheerful enough to hide any emotion.

Tarantella is a kind of poisonous spider in Sicily, Italy, people bitten by this spider must dance crazy sweat to detoxify, slowly formed a special dance, but this dance is endowed with another subtle emotion by the amorous Italians, that is, in the cheerful phrase to add a half-sentence to imply sadness, the charm of music lies in this, never pure happiness, not pure sadness.

Maninhoff is now like Tarantella, he tries his best to suppress his emotions, like a happy dancer in a mask with sad tears at a masquerade, like a clown who has just lost a loved one but blows up balloons and tells jokes on the stage to make a living...

Taking a deep breath and a deep breath, Maninhoff finally managed to control his emotions, he picked up the saxophone and opened the office door, only to see that the bodies had been carried away, several SS soldiers were repainting the walls, and the students were being brought into class by the teachers.

"Mr. Manhoff, it was too abrupt just now, didn't it scare you?" Major Schöner stood at the top of the stairs and called out to Manhoff, "My name is Balman Schöner, and I am the boss of your classmate Karl's boss, how is it, and my sense of humor is very special?" Major Schöner himself was embarrassed by his so-called sense of humor, he walked up to Mannhoff's side, patted him on the shoulder, smiled and whispered: "I know you cry, it doesn't matter, I will cry if I am you, and I will cover my tears with exaggerated yawns, I don't mean anything else, I just sigh, it's too difficult to be a good person in this era, I really envy you can immerse yourself in music and escape from everything, I have three sons, one died in Poland, one is a submariner, The submarine that followed him slept forever at the bottom of the Atlantic, and the other was the luckiest, losing a leg in Spain. ”

Maninhoff looked at the 50-year-old major in surprise, he couldn't say a word when he was shocked by his words, Major Schöner smiled, "When you are older, you like to talk to someone, and when you see a smile, you will take your leave." Major Schöner had just walked down two steps of stairs, then looked up and said to Maninhoff: "You remind me of my eldest son, he played the cello, he played the G spin, you are very good, you can control the tone of the saxophone to a tone similar to that of the cello, I haven't felt like this for a long time, this morning you seem to have sent my eldest son back, through music, thank you!" After saying that, Major Schöner walked down the stairs without looking back.

Manhoff's heart was mixed, he didn't know what kind of mentality he was, pitiful? Hate? Or helpless? He shook his head, since he couldn't be the one who decided, then he still had to find his own home in music.

The students whispered in the classroom, gossiping about the head of the department and the SS, and Manhof coughed deliberately, and the class immediately fell silent.

"Today, let's not talk about skills, let's talk about emotions!" Mannhoff's remark left the students in the class scratched, "Can anyone tell me what the charm of music is?" Speak freely, whatever you want. ”

"It's the embodiment of personal ideals!" "It's a vision of a utopian society!" "It's a depiction of beauty!" … The students you and I said it one by one, and each one had some understanding of his own, which was both one-sided and correct, and reminded Mannhoff of Major Schöner, the poor and hateful executioner...

Manhof did not give an answer, because the answer is also different for everyone. After class, Manhhoff rode home in a car, and saw his mother standing anxiously waiting at the corner of the street from a distance, and for a moment Manhoff's tears stood in the corner of his eyes, it must have been his mother who heard about what happened at school, she was worried about her only child, so she kept standing at the corner of the street...

Manhoff's father was a businessman, ran a small machine tool factory, once his family was wealthy, so he had the money to train Manhoff to learn the saxophone, but the ruthless economic crisis to the then Weimar Republic (also Germany, Hitler came to power called the Third Reich) business caused a great impact, Manhoff's father's machine tool factory closed down, and his father resolutely joined the construction of the highway engineering team as a truck driver for the sake of the family, in the snowy mountains of Bavaria, The truck skidded and rolled into the valley, and Manhof remained with his mother.

"My little Byron, you're fine, you're okay!" Mom relieved herself when she saw that Manhhoff was fine, "I'm fine, Mom, it's my department..." ”

"Ahem, ahem, ahem!" Manhof choked on his mother's words, "Mom, what are you thinking?" ”

Mom took out the beef stew with potatoes with a wooden spoon and said something that made Manhoff spurt blood: "You know best what I think!" ”