Chapter 3 three

Li Ming hid in the dormitory alone, and didn't plan to go to the piano room anymore. He would rather sleep in bed and read novels than go to the piano room to listen to the roar of the corridor.The noise from the piano room is sometimes more terrifying than the noise of the machine.Even if you are hiding in the dormitory, they can still come over and disturb you.When I first entered school, I don't know which hard-working master got up at four o'clock every morning to play the trumpet on the playground, like a wake-up call, which made everyone go crazy.Li Ming even heard the sound of the trumpet in his dreams at night for several weeks.First, the girl opened the window and cursed, then the boy in the orchestra opened the window and took their instruments to demonstrate to the playground downstairs, causing all the instruments to make a loud noise, covering the trumpet.The next day, the trumpet player stopped getting up.But there was another hard-working pianist who started to practice at 5 o'clock every morning. He never solved the connection of chords when he played the piano. He always made the melody stop at the "7", which made people even more awkward.Finally, a professor (the professor hadn’t moved into the new house at that time, and lived in the big corridor) couldn’t bear it anymore. When the piano player stopped on the “7” again, he poked his head out and yelled at the piano room. A "1—" solved the "7".Everyone's feeling is that a stone has fallen to the ground.

Li Ming regarded not going to the piano room as the life of a god. He was lying under the quilt holding a novel. "Hey, buddy, borrow the piano to practice." Sensen pushed open the door, swaggered to the piano, opened the cover and played. "You don't have a piano room?" "No time. I want to change my main subject." "Speak less." "Know." However, not only did Sensen make a lot of noise, but almost none of the chords in his works were consonant. A large group of dissonant chords made huge noises and strong irregular rhythms, which shocked Li Ming to bury his head in the quilt, his buttocks stick out. I got up soaring, lay on my stomach for half an hour, and finally stuck my head out of the quilt:

"All right." "Last four bars, last four bars." "I've lost my mind." "Because I stacked a seventh chord on top of all the ninth chords." "why?" "Damn strength." Sensen was triumphant.After he finished speaking, he smashed his chords hard, now in the highest register, now in the lowest register, now in the middle register, and kept smashing the keyboard, seemingly endlessly.Li Ming looked at his back, and wanted to shine something on the back of his head so that he wouldn't be so noisy. "Damn strength." Sensen slammed a chord, "It's not enough. I found that a tonal melody is far less tense than an atonal one."

"Your tension is enough, I've turned into a turtle." Sensen looked at Li Ming in the quilt and laughed: "Why do you want to sleep?" "I hate you guys." "You kid rarely talks about business." "If you press twelve notes at the same time and insist that it's a chord, what's the point?" "I hate triads." "But you can't make everyone have a nervous breakdown after listening to your work, can you?" "I don't want to, but I can't help them if they want to split me up. But my works must be powerful. Not the kind of strength that Mr. said, but my own strength and my own style." After speaking, he smashed out another string chords.

Li Ming understands Sensen, and no one can stop him from doing whatever he wants.Unlike Meng Ye.Meng Ye's talent is not inferior, but he is haunted by his girlfriend all day long.Often inexplicably disappeared for several days.There were times when I disappeared while facing the exam.Meng Ye is also a little too outstanding, with thick black hair, curly beard, and affectionate eyes that always give people an illusion, which makes girls always fall in love with him when they take pictures, and is attracted by his girlfriend I found that it was inevitable to make a big mess.Once the girl chased Meng Ye to the school, scolded Meng Ye, then ran to the street crying, and did not return in the middle of the night, causing all the girls from the composition department to go out to call her.She sat under the electric pole, twisted her shoulders, and refused to go back.In the end, it was Li Ming who asked Li Mali to put on the red armband of the security team, walked over and asked, "Comrade, where are you from?" She stood up from the ground and followed everyone back.

"You idiot." Li Ming scolded Sen Sen.Sensen smashed the last chord and walked away shaking his shoulders.As soon as he opened the door, there was a loud noise from outside, which was a climax of the orchestra department's rehearsal of Meng Ye's works. Every report performance of the composition department can cause quite a commotion in the courtyard.There are only two main subject professors teaching the ten composition departments, one is Professor Jia who talks about moral issues, and the other is Professor Jin who is quick thinking.Professor Jia is usually serious, if he smiles at you, it will definitely surprise you.His life seemed to consist only of one thing, lecturing.He never composes music, just like he never wears new clothes, and the tunes he occasionally composes are mediocre, just like he still wears a dark blue polyester Chinese tunic suit even if he wears a new one.But everyone has to admit that his teaching ability, step by step, rigorous and methodical, is unmatched by anyone.But in the eyes of some composition students, apart from his rigorous teaching and immersion in classical music research, Professor Jia spends all his time attacking Professor Jin.Professor Jin is too inattentive to "discipline". Old people always like to wear corduroy hunting suits, denim overalls, and sometimes even smell of French perfume.In the past, he always liked to put a handful of peanuts on the podium when he was in big class, and throw one into his mouth after saying a few words, since he accidentally threw a piece of chalk into it.I never saw him eat peanuts again.

When Professor Jin is giving lectures, he hardly speaks eloquently, and always plays the piano lazily.If you don't get the cues from his men, you'll never understand what he's talking about.He can play the motives of just a few notes into various styles of works at will, but he is too lazy to talk about it, and sometimes when he plays it himself, no one cares about it.Ma Li is a student of Professor Jia. Once, for the first time, he went to Professor Jin's class to attend a lecture, but he couldn't understand anything and yawned for a long time.Professor Jin stood up from the piano bench, bowed to Ma Ma, and said with a smile: "I wish you health." Then he sat down and played the piano again.From then on, Ma Li didn't like to attend lectures in Professor Jia's class.

Every composition student report meeting is actually a competition between the achievements of the two professors.Since Professor Jin's students performed a few atonal minor tunes at a report meeting, Professor Jia became very angry, and immediately wanted to talk to all the composition students about the direction of literature and art.Li Ming was the one to inform about the meeting. Li Ming originally wanted to drop out of school, and he didn't want to hold any meetings. So, he wrote a notice on the blackboard, that is, on a certain day and a certain time, the Youth League branch and the student union will organize a garden tour. Please participate then and so on.As a result, Professor Jia waited for the students in the classroom all afternoon, and was unable to fight against the students of the Youth League branch.

In order to make up for this meeting, Professor Jia called on all faculty members of the Composition Department to carry out all orthodox education for students from life to study. Not only should the work analysis class not touch the works of the 20th century, but even the lectures on literary works should be canceled. Card.At the same time, an extra set of fencing was added in the physical education class, probably for logical thinking, and three laps were added to the long-distance running distance to consume excess energy.It made the faces of the boys sallow, the girls sighed, and the famous "ignorant" in the department—because she could sleep for three days without getting up, and only got up twice to eat and go to the bathroom twice—since Professor Jia’s sports activities started. , lay on the bed and yelled, "I'd rather go to a labor camp!"

Li Ming tore up a homework first, and then went to Professor Wang. "It's boring, it's boring." He said while drawing a villain on the paper. "Why don't you learn from Meng Ye? Have you heard Hindemith's "The Harmony of the Universe"?" Li Ming went back and put the homework together again. Meng Ye is a lunatic who gets five marks in all his homework, but he just doesn't follow the rules.His work is filled with wild ideas, an insatiable quest that is always yearning to surpass itself.The discordant state of intervals is difficult even for students in this department to accept.But Professor Jin still likes him.

"Meng Ye has a good sense of structure and has a good sense of proportion." Professor Jin said to "Dangdong", "So he can write like this, but you can't." "Mudong" is trying to imitate Meng Ye and also write a modern work. Whenever Meng Ye talked about his works, he was eloquent and very proud.The long-handed conductor swings up and down, as if he is conducting an orchestra.Sometimes his works let the sound of strings pass straight through people's thinking, and then let the brass explode like a bomb, and the percussion roll violently like thick smoke.This can make both the band and the audience dance.However, Li Ming didn't consider what the band and the audience thought of his work. He only thought that he would be liberated when he finished writing. "Is this the harmony of the place?" asked the horn player. "What harmony?" Li Ming couldn't find where the horn player was playing on his score, and he was already distracted, "You can do whatever you want, and never mind it." So the horn player and the trombone player were not playing in the same chord, and when the performance was over, some people said that Li Ming also practiced modernism. "If you can't grasp it, don't write it like this," Professor Jin said, "Meng Ye's basic skills are good." Meng Ye hooked the strings of the cello with his fingers, plucked a few single notes suddenly, and then pushed the strings in and out.He slapped the piano board a few times with the palm of his hand, and suddenly an inhuman cry came from his throat.Sensen yelled: "Mom's strength!" Then he pressed both hands on the piano keys, and Li Ming covered his ears and crawled into bed. The corridor was filled with Meng Ye's howling like a wolf. Harmony of the universe.crazy.Li Ming thought.