Chapter 15 fifteen

After the announcement of the competition, Sensen has been wandering in his works.He was not satisfied with the harmony effect he had been pursuing recently, but he couldn't think of a better one.He can't even stand his own stereo. He was indifferent to anything but music.Including your own diet and daily life.If he has long hair, it's because he forgot to shave it.He often forgot to eat, which made his cheeks thin.He was disheveled, but his manner was free and easy.There are a pair of intelligent black eyes on the pale face, and the bright and open forehead and his entire facial features form a very confident face.The only thing he regrets about himself is that his fingers are a little short.

This is a genetic error.He is a talented musician.But with ten short fingers.He knew that this was irreparable, so he often watched the "cat"'s slender and beautiful fingers flow on the piano in a daze.But he was more fascinated because the harmonious and beautiful sounds rolled out of the piano made him feel more and more purely that what he needed was not this kind of sound.What he needs is a sound that is more distant and mysterious than this, more otherworldly but wilder and more natural.He is exploring this sound.He dug out all the modern works of modern genres, but what he wrote was only a reprint of those genres.

This quest continued to torment him.Is there a sound that really belongs to him?Where is his own pursuit?Where is his own strength?From consonance to dissonance, from dissonance and back to consonance, what have musicians been up to for hundreds of years?Where is the god of music?Bartok found the soul of the Hungarians, but Bartok could never surpass Beethoven in Professor Jia's class.The soul of the Hungarians was found by Bartók, but perhaps the Hungarians know Beethoven better.This is the most sad thing for Sensen.Sensen wants to find the soul of his own nation, but people of his own nation will also say that Sensen is not as good as Beethoven.Beethoven, Beethoven, his strength conquered the world, erected a terrible peak on the earth, relying on his stubbornness and age, he covered the brilliance of all the latecomers.

That day, Meng Ye was humming an ancient and simple tune in the dense piano room.Sensen asked Meng Ye: "Do you feel the strength in it?" Meng Ye took the cello and pulled the bow deeply. This ancient and simple tune suddenly became extremely sad.Sensen felt short of breath. He picked up the violin and played a few piercing chords with the double strings, and then played a series of folk percussion rhythms.He wanted to work with Meng Ye to experience that primitive existence and mystery.He clearly felt that he and Meng Ye had a common but different pursuit.He pays more attention to strength than Meng Ye, and Meng Ye is more deeply immersed in a kind of primitive sorrow than he is.Meng Ye is always entangled with the earth like a phantom.Although he let his heart lie high in the sky, the old man and the earth are still entangled with infinite sorrow.But what Sensen wants to show is human.What is human?In fact, he couldn't tell, maybe which muscle twitched?

He likes "cats". "Cats" can pull him out of that muddy exploration and give him a moment's rest. "Cat" can produce all kinds of beautiful and simple music under his hands. He even wants to give up any exploration when he hears this kind of music.There are such simple and moving sounds in the world, what use are those difficult and incomprehensible sounds?It's like this unthinking girl playing the sketch seriously, innocent, young, and her slender fingers make him pale in comparison.He's a turbulent and chaotic monster sitting here.So he can't love her.But he really wanted to love.

When Sensen was distressed by his various pursuits, the little man suddenly said to him one day: "I beg you not to pick that functional circle." "Why?" Sensen felt weird. "Because I'm leaving." "I didn't mean to pick it up." "I can rest assured that." "Where are you going?" "Go abroad." "What are you going to do?" "Go and look. I can't find anything here." "how can that be possible?" The little man lowered his head, his fingers were soaked white by rubbing the function ring with water all the time, as rough as a housewife who has done a lot of housework.Sensen suddenly felt that there was something sacred about this kind of behavior.He began to respect the little man.

"Are you going alone?" "Ok." "Who takes care of you?" "Wherever you go, there are women." Sensen smiled bitterly: "What if you can't find anything?" "I won't look for it anymore." The little man said frankly. What the little man said to him made him feel another shock.He felt that there was a lot to do, even though Beethoven was standing here.Perhaps Beethoven never saw anyone expressing words in squares.Where is the god of music?Where is his own strength?Where is the stereo that really belongs to him?Perhaps he will never forget what the little man said to him while picking at his soaked fingers: "Go and find out."