When he came to the piano room where he usually practiced, Zhuo Yang leaned his umbrella against the door, took off his soaked shoes and socks, placed his shoes neatly by the door, and stepped on the pine floor with his bare feet. The pen "Fun" www.biquge.info dry his hair and hands, and his fingers are straight and slender.

He gently propped up the top lid of the Mendelssohn grand piano, then turned back to the front, lifted the lid and sat down.

Fingers slid over the black-and-white keys, and the melody of Beethoven's Piano Concerto No. 5 began to reverberate in the piano room. Zhuo Yang didn't deliberately choose the tracks, he just played them by hand.

The Piano Concerto No. 5 is a magnificent piece of music, with infinite rhythmic changes, and the music is extremely magnificent and gorgeous, and is known as the 'Imperial Concerto'.

Zhuo Yang's fingers were gently caressing, and his familiarity with the music allowed him to fully 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 his fingers, his arms, and even his body.

His thoughts drifted beyond the piano room, out of the campus of the University of Music, on the banks of the beautiful canals, on the warm town of Denjeheim, on the shores of the secluded Lake Steinhood. Zhuo Yang's thoughts came to every place where he and Ressa had stopped, to every place where they went back and forth to be nostalgic.

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

Zhuo Yang recalled the bits and pieces of the relationship with Resa, and his feelings were immersed in the pain of Reshakova's deception and betrayal of him. All the negativity erupted, sometimes angry, sometimes sad, sometimes bored, sometimes desolate. He couldn't feel his fingertips jumping on the keys at all, and just let the catharsis of emotion dictate the movement of his fingers back and forth.

The sound of the piano in the room became sad and smart, as if it had come to life. Sometimes indignant, sometimes softly whispered, sometimes jumping fast, sometimes chanting slowly. The rhythm on Zhuo Yang's fingers is constantly changing in softness, heaviness, soothingness, and eagerness, but all this is just his emotions flowing arbitrarily, and he does not deliberately chase the technique of playing.

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

The sound of the piano accompanies the flow of thoughts, and the ups and downs of emotions are frustrated and suppressed.

Zhuo Yang closed his eyes and tilted 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 and was deeply trapped.

Can't help yourself.

"I hear sorrow in the sound of your harp." A voice came after the sound.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

Zhuo Yang looked back, and Professor Carl Norman leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed, looking at him quietly.

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

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

"I see sorrow in the sound of your lyre, though I don't know what happened to you." Professor Norman's voice was calm and low.

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

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

"Zhuo, you know? In my opinion, your fingering is already quite perfect, and your playing skills are very mature. You are a good pianist, you are already a good pianist. ”

"But no matter how good a pianist is, he is only a pianist, and he is only a performer of piano skills."

"The pianist is just the most rudimentary step in the world of music."

"After becoming a pianist, some people will understand the essence of music and grow into a pianist and become an artist of music. However, only a very small number of people can touch the true meaning of music. And these people are the real pianists, the real piano masters. ”

"The vast majority of people stay at the stage of being a pianist, and they can't make it in their lifetime. Even if they have the most proficient fingering, the fastest hand speed, and the best playing skills, they can only be a pianist for a lifetime. ”

"Zhuo, you have not been able to cross the threshold in front of you, stay at the doorway, stay outside the door of music and art. You know why? ”

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

"All your playing is constantly showing off your skills, constantly showing off your skills, not putting your body and mind into it, there is no soul in your music, and the music you play has no life."

"Yet, tonight in the sound of your harp I hear sorrow, I hear melancholy, I see your anger, I see your sorrow."

"Zhuo, tonight, you've pushed this door open!"

"No matter how great the piece of music is, it must have its emotion and life, and great pianists have their own paranoia and desire for feelings, so that the music can be given a soul."

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

Chinese painting does not pay attention to the likeness, if you deliberately show the delicate and delicate characters and three-dimensional light and shadow on the picture, you will be reprimanded as 'craftsmanship', and no matter how similar the painting is, it is just a painter. Chinese painting pursues the likeness of the gods, the artistic conception and the layout of the picture. A true master painter will melt his perception of all things into pen and ink and paper. If you only evaluate it by its image, no matter how great a painter is, it is not as good as an inferior camera.

It's the same with music, if the performance does not contain emotions and musical moods, but only pursues skillful techniques to copy the scores of the predecessors, then it only needs to spend a thousand yuan to develop a music performance software.

"Can't you live if you're not crazy?" Zhuo Yang asked suspiciously.

"Yes, madness has led many great artists to reach the pinnacle of their art, and they have inspired great masterpieces with madness, paranoia and even perversion."

"However, I do not approve of such art, which is a work that destroys life and the world. They are slaves to art, slaves to the shackles of emotion. ”

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

"What's the point of our existence if we don't have emotions?" Zhuo Yang was still puzzled.

"You're right, human beings are great because we have a wealth of emotions. Zhuo, what I want to say is that you have to be the master of emotions and release your feelings, instead of letting emotions control you and become slaves of emotions. This is true for art, this is true for music, and it is also true for life. ”

"Zhuo, tonight, just now, you have pushed open the door of the temple of music, and the time is completely unexpected by me. I thought that with your genius, you would get to this point in the next two or three years, but once again, you shocked me. ”

"Zhuo, after entering this door, you have to try to interpret the music with emotion, and integrate your feelings and thoughts into the movement you play. You'll be a great performer. ”

"In the end, you have to use music and piano sound to release your emotions, use piano sound to describe your heart, and use piano to compose the world and the whole universe you see in front of you."

"Do this, Zhuo, and you will become another great music master in this world, a great pianist."