Chapter 11 eleven

Since Li Ming hid in the dormitory and didn't plan to go to the piano room again, he found many reasons for himself.The greatest of these reasons was that he felt himself ill, one of the symptoms of being too healthy and too sound of nerves.This made him lie down in the dormitory.No one in the dormitory reminded him of his being too sane, no one reminded him of scores and crazy rivalries, no one reminded him of disputes about tonal and atonal, triads and empty fifths .In the dormitory, he can forget everything, forget about the direction of function, forget about mistakes in composition analysis, forget about instrument arrangement, and forget about the insanity caused by nine degrees and triple counterpoint.Forgot everything but the horsepower.After that exam, Ma Li went home to visit his relatives and was killed by a landslide in the cave dwelling.

"Xiao Lizi!" His mother must have called that. "My son!" His father must have cried like a scarecrow.But he couldn't hear anything, he had already turned into a mass of flesh and blood, and even directly turned into a pile of loess.Horsepower, horsepower, without saying a word, standing there like a black tower of horsepower, but he just doesn't like to make a sound, like an empty fifth that bumps into a very dull sound range and then doesn't develop any further.His bed and bedding were put here untouched, as if afraid that he might not be forgotten.No one came to move them, so Li Ming could only think about the horsepower.You don’t need to think about harmony or structure when thinking about horsepower, you can think about it endlessly, and no one will tell you whether you are right or wrong, whether you should stop or not.This is much better than going to the classroom and facing the big functional circle.

The functional circle has been officially hung on the wall with a mirror frame, right above the blackboard.The functional circle is drawn on a piece of white Dacron.The three large symbols of TSD painted with black paint are then coated with a layer of gold powder.Each character is the size of a human head.Right above is T, on the left is D, and on the right is S.These three symbols are connected by a very round circle, and the gold powder dazzles people's eyes in the sun.The frame of the mirror is black, and the glass is polished by a small man, which can reflect the actions of the whole class during class. As a result, the whole class dare not look up at it, and dare not act rashly in class.Only dare to roll your eyes at it when answering a question.

"I think one day it will come back to life." Dai Qi said quickly, "If I knew it, I would have transferred to the piano department." "Okay, little man, you might as well wash Professor Jia's clothes if you have the energy." At that time, the little man was standing on the podium table, vigorously wiping the mirror frame with a piece of tissue paper, breathing while wiping.He's befriended the frame since Ma Li's death. "It's not in the way of any of you," he said, squinting one eye, standing on tiptoe, tilting his head to look at the glass.

"What did it tell you?" "Talk too much. You laymen know nothing." "Dangdong" flicked the chewing gum in his mouth onto the glass of the frame with his fingers, and the little man was startled. "Who did it?" "Meng Ye." The little man looked back. "'Don't understand', don't keep putting your sins on Meng Ye, everything will have retribution." "Bullshit." "Mudang" stuffed another piece of chocolate into his mouth. "Don't pretend to be crazy and stupid, come down for me the fuck." Li Ming said to the little man, "Go and clean the glass in the dormitory."

Li Ming is the head of the dormitory, and he takes care of the little guy.The little man had to jump off the podium table. "I think the functional circle is more valuable than the glass. There are many principles in life, and the price of life lies in the strict and thoughtful precautions." Dong Ke suddenly said slowly. There are too many principles that have not been noticed, Li Ming will be confused if he thinks about it carefully.You think about thirty chords when doing harmony problems, but you have to think about three hundred when you compose.You started singing from the first note, and changed the key eight times in the middle, and by the last note, you were out of tune in a mess, and you must have no face to live anymore.There is also that erhu song that can't be longer, with endless development, it makes people who memorize it confused like crazy, but you still have to memorize it, and you have to insist that its writing is regular.No matter how irregular things are, professors can say that they are regular, as long as they think it is good.If they know how Li Ming thinks about horsepower, if they think Li Ming's ideas about horsepower are worth publishing, they will be able to draw a structure.The little man inherited Ma Li's career, not only stamped all his books with book numbers, filled in library cards, but also wrote the principles of being noticed in his life on each card.

"You should memorize the nutrition tables of commonly used foods." Li Ming told him. "why?" "I'm worried that your rules will change in a few days." Li Ming is really worried that these norms will change.So he wanted to lie down like this forever, even until he graduated, grew old, and died.He could lie down so comfortably, regardless of what happened outside the door, regardless of the dispute between Sensen and Professor Jia, regardless of the dispute between Meng Ye and his girlfriend.He didn't understand how the little man couldn't tell that the rules had changed from the first time they appeared, and after repeated appearances had changed beyond recognition, and maybe when they finally appeared, when everyone didn't need them, they might return to their true colors .But he fears they'll never need them.