Chapter 4 Four

Li Ming felt that Dong Ke was so down-to-earth that it made people uncomfortable.But because Meng Ye and Sensen were too crazy, he had no choice but to talk to Dong Ke, but in Dong Ke's eyes, Li Ming was also abnormal, he even refused to go to the university he had already had. "Please sit down, please." Dong Ke asked Li Ming politely.It was as if there was a sofa behind him. Li Ming sat on the bed.Dong Ke served a small cup of coffee.He is very particular, even though the smell of feet often lingers in the classroom.The coffee cup was dark brown, and no one could figure out how hygienic it was. Li Ming closed his eyes and swallowed the coffee.

"The thinking of Western modern philosophy is the intersection of non-objective and subjective forms." Dong Ke always said that this kind of donkey's head is not right, and when he opened his mouth, people regretted coming to him. Laws apply to..." Li Ming wanted to stand up, he felt that he had stepped into a big scam. "The sophistication of life lies in your own evolution. Don't learn from those ignorant madmen. You must prepare a sponge for yourself. I'm afraid your wife would like you to be a master." Li Ming stood up and left.Dong Ke opened the door for him: "please."

The meeting on the creative direction was still held.Professor Jia specially invited the secretary of the Youth League branch and the chairman of the student union.This symposium will be held once a week.This cost students one evening a week to do problem sets, so most had assignments to discuss.As usual, Professor Jia was asked to speak for two hours first, and no one knew what he was talking about.The pens below were buzzing, and the order in the classroom was excellent.But then the Youth League secretary made a proposal, suggesting to start speaking freely, and asked Professor Jia to go back to rest and let him preside over the meeting.Professor Jia had no choice but to wave his hands and sat in the corner behind.The group secretary is the band leader of the orchestra department. The first question he asked was about the boy from the composition department winking at the girl in the band during rehearsal.

"This will distract them from looking at the command." The boys in the composition department are very emotional. "Who is it?" "Wouldn't the problem be solved if I became the conductor?" "what?" "You girls from the orchestra department don't even want to rehearse for us." "My harpist says it's a dissonant chord anyway, and it's the right way to play it. She never plays it to the note." "Miss of the orchestra department, it's difficult to serve." "What do you want us to do?" "Marry here?"

"you?" Professor Jia couldn't sit still anymore. Dong Ke suddenly said: "Life is like a sinking note, never knowing its details and value." Everyone turned their heads to look at him, but no one knew what he was going to say. "Suppose," Dong Ke went on, "the resonance of the triad disappears in time and space and only causes a subtle chord illusion. If you let go of the pedal, you can't find the interrupted thought and interval continuation like a life break. If you start Squaring you get a series of wrong square roots of intervals and make the square roots evolve endlessly with subjective images. Just imagine whether the logic in sequential music can extend your life to the stage of rational mechanization, which can counteract and relieve your daily thinking and produce new ones. The height is not the height, and you never forget the logic of death and survival, and you still maintain fantasy, and your thinking is firmly trapped in an infinite and limited mechanism. What’s more, we still need to pursue and figure out…”

Professor Jia shouted: "Okay!" He stretched out his long arms, trembling a little, "This is the end of your discussion." He walked to the podium, his eyes became vacillating.He raised a thought question: Just imagine who among the modernist composers since the 20th century is revolutionary? No one spoke.After the meeting was over, Sensen sang loudly in the corridor: "Xun-bo-ge!" Professor Jia looked back.He called "Schoenberg" again and then danced and shouted: "I can't emember everything! I musthave een unconscious of he ime...! " "It's all crazy." Ma Li muttered.

"Why do they keep arguing about the method of creation?" "It's still interesting." "real?" "The whole point is to stall for time." "It's better not to." "What do you mean by that?" "Do you really want to smoke?" "I can't quit if I want to." "What are you worried about? I can't write and teach." "Ugh……" "Why do they keep arguing about the method of creation?" "You still don't understand? What else do you do if you don't do this?"