Chapter 13 Thirteen

Professor Jia is an indomitable and hardworking person.Because he has devoted his whole life to studying music, but has almost no innovations, he especially hates those pretentious guys who are endlessly innovating.Because he found a young wife when he was forty, he especially hated those "little hooligans" who started dating at twenty.On the surface, he is very pedantic, an informal and unkempt scholar, but in his heart he often trembles with anger because of other people's little things or gossip, so he lives a very tense life and is always irritable.In his opinion, Professor Jin is a superficial guy who knows nothing but only composes, and it is even more superficial to always invite Professor Jin to composer conferences both at home and abroad.When the compositional techniques of the 20th century impacted classical music, he was young, and before he had time to react, someone told him that those ghosts were dismissive.He had studied for most of his life in his own pyramid, and had no doubt that any study different from his was depravity.He was glad that no one had denied him, no one had defeated him, no one had questioned him, and even Professor Jin did not pose a huge threat to him.However, when you are old, suddenly there are so few students who want to ask countless questions in class to catch you off guard. The modern techniques of the twentieth century, which he despised, made him worry not only about his own pyramid, but also about the degeneration of the whole country and the whole world.When the notice of the International Young Composers Competition held in a certain country was sent to him, he frowned and asked Professor Jin to discuss it with a heavy heart.

"What specific thoughts do you have?" He pointed at the notice. "It mainly depends on the students, let them sign up voluntarily, and we will check and send out the best works." "What counts as the best work?" "Of course from all perspectives." "Could it be that those things that are howling, hysterical, and without aesthetics can also participate in the selection?" "The word hysteria cannot be used indiscriminately. It is a special word for gynecological diseases." "Why can't we produce some beautiful works, such as clear melody lines, strict voice progression, and complete musical form conception, which fully demonstrate the achievements of our teaching? Or, encourage them to learn from Berlioz and write passionate works. works, but we must never learn from the modernists.”

"Berlioz? Well, let them write eleven Berlioz symphonies. That's quite a feat." "You have a problem with Berlioz?" "No." "You really think you have to write whatever they want." "Ok." "Can you take responsibility for the future of music?" "Either drop the game or let the world know about them." "Can you take responsibility for the future of music?" "Ok." "Boring." Professor Jia stood up to leave, "You don't know how boring your thoughts are." The competition will be officially announced at the class meeting.Professor Jia announced the competition date, procedures, requirements and so on word by word.The whole class held their breath and refused to even blink their eyes.When the last word was uttered from Professor Jia's mouth, the classroom slammed like a nest of flies.Shi Bai patted his thigh, then put his hands on his chin and began to meditate.Dai Qi looked at him, called out "Drink?" and laughed out loud.Shi Bai ignored him, still meditating, his legs shaking rhythmically, Sensen and Meng Yeyue talked loudly, and suddenly burst out laughing.Li Ming let out a "hush", making the audience quiet for a second.When he found out that the person who "shh" was Li Ming, Meng Ye "shh" him in turn.

"Hush—" Li Ming didn't budge either. "Hush—" Dai Qi booed. "Shh—" "Cat" and "Don't know" also joined in. "Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk" "Time" looked at them helplessly. Shi Bai slapped the table again and glared at everyone.This slap startled Professor Jia, who glared angrily at Shi Bai, and then at the others.The beat silenced the audience.From this phenomenon, Professor Jia confirmed his previous thinking: this group of people can't do good things, they are a group of people with no cure. "What's going on?" He stared at Shi Bai, who was so frightened that he sat still.

"You disappoint me, you hurt me, you are so uneducated, and your usual work proves it. You don't know the good from the bad, you don't know the rules, you don't have brains, you don't understand, you... "Professor Jia vented half of his anger and swallowed half, and then talked about the significance of participating in the competition and the rules he personally hoped everyone would abide by.