Follow the sound and follow the way

BGM of this chapter: Heifetz version of Bach-Chaconne (JS Bach-Chaconne).

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The temperature hit a new low since winter again.The cold wind swept away the last trembling yellow leaf on the tree trunk, and even the whole campus fell into the bleakness of deep winter.

Mu Kang was wearing a gray sweater, wandering in the corridor of the piano room.

The heating makes people drowsy.Mu Kang narrowed his eyes, trying his best to struggle in sleepiness, wanted to go out to smoke a cigarette, but was held indoors by the urgent situation.

The piano room in J courtyard was full of enthusiasm.

On the fourth floor, there was a brass quintet shaking their heads and cheering themselves up.

On the third floor, a piano trio solemnly counts the time.

On the second floor, a pair of pianos passionately played Mozart as Beethoven.

Overwhelmed, Mu Kang went down to the first floor, and passed a certain piano room, where he was playing "Chaconne", probably trying to imitate Heifetz, but his level was limited, the strings were hoarse, and they might break in the next second.

Mu Kang couldn't bear to think: What kind of bullshit are they.

His hair hadn't been cut in a few months, and it grew a little, covering his eyebrows, and his demeanor suddenly became melancholy, very capable of deceiving passers-by who didn't know the truth.

If he really took the route of melancholy niche, it would be more in line with his reputation as a great talent.It's a pity that God was blind and rewarded him with his dog-like appearance, but he didn't give him the compassionate temperament that a talented person should have.

He has been in the piano room for nearly an hour, and he heard the sound of a lonely violin, French horn, flute, and human voice, but there is no single piano sound.

Mu Kang was slightly worried.

As the exam approached, all the piano students became hot sellers. Even the tail of the crane, which could not even play Czerny 740 clearly, had been ruthlessly occupied.

The painstaking new work is about to be ignored, and it will die tragically on paper.

The phone buzzed and vibrated non-stop, Mu Kang took it out irritably, and the small dialog box was bright red.

- do you really want my help?

- Let me ask Xiao Tingting for you.

Mu Kang thought to himself: Who is Xiao Tingting?

-Xiao Tingting played a game for me before.

- the one you said played well.

Mu Kang thought again: Oh, that one, it doesn't seem to be very good.

-Tingting is actually okay, you should try it with her first.

Miss Guan is good at Mu's mind-reading skills, and there is no need for Mu Kang to reply literally, and she can guess Mu Kang's thoughts accurately even across the Pacific Ocean.

Mu Kang replied casually: No, thank you.

Depressedly, he walked back to the dormitory with a cigarette in his mouth. When he greeted some passing acquaintances on the way, he was out of breath and absent-minded.

Everyone takes it for granted that Mu Kang is in a bad mood when he comes to the exam, because Mu Kang has no friends who can play the piano, and it was basically luck to find someone to cooperate with him in the final concert a few years ago.

He couldn't make his way in the piano field of J Academy, whether it was the classical piano department, the jazz piano department, or the modern pop music department.

"Because you even look down on them." Li Chongyuan hit the nail on the head.

When Mu Kang asked himself, he definitely didn't mean to look down on others: "I just... cautiously have reservations about those people's level."

Li Chongyuan: "Hehe."

After taking his last puff of cigarette, Mukang passed the small concert hall.There were crowds of people at the door, and there was a big event happening at a glance.

He bit his cigarette butt and walked over. Fang Zhimu, the favorite student of Professor Huang Bin, head of the Department of Classical Piano, was walking on stage inside.This classmate Fang’s final concert shamelessly sold tickets publicly, and the unbelievable instant ticketing made Mukang’s cronies and friends all have wishful thinking about “selling tickets as well as me”.

Mu Kang really dismissed such unhealthy tendencies.

As soon as the great talent Mu appeared, everyone bought in and gave way.He entered the small concert hall smoothly all the way, the auditorium of 200 people was full, and the steps were full of fans.

Mu Kang stood quietly against the wall at the end, and Fang Zhimu was playing Bach's Goldberg Variations.

The timbre is the same as before, Fang Zhimu's unique gentleness and brightness, and the lines are jumping but stretching. The king of piano in the J Academy is best at making people think with a smile. Everyone said that Fang Zhimu probably inherited a ray of Mozart's soul.

Even if he can't compose, he still has Mozart's genius breath that ordinary people can't understand.

But now he plays Bach.

Mu Kang felt that he had a brain twitch to come in and waste time.

After Fang Zhimu played the last note, there was thunderous applause in the concert hall.He got up, smiled shyly and gestured to everyone, and saw Mu Kang at a glance.

Fortunately, the butt of the cigarette in this guy's mouth has been extinguished.

Mu Kang didn't applaud, he met Fang Zhimu's eyes, and waved his hand to indicate that he was leaving.

"Great talent Mu, please give me some advice." It was rare to see this big Buddha, Fang Zhimu didn't take Qiao at all, and opened his mouth to call.

Although he didn't appreciate Fang Zhimu's performance, Mu Kang didn't want to slap him in the face in public, so he boasted casually: "It's very good, there is no wrong pronunciation."

Fang Zhimu: "..."

Mu Kang: "Hahaha, it's really good, keep working hard."

Fang Zhimu was unyielding: "How hard you work, the great talent Mu will give you a direction."

The eyes of the hundreds of onlookers were so intense that Mu Kang couldn't leave even if he wanted to.He sighed, and corrected his attitude reluctantly: "I think, the essence of Bach, you need to comprehend more."

Fang Zhimu was not ashamed to ask: "Specifically?"

Mukang: "You don't understand Bach's harmony."

Fang Zhimu: "I can memorize the direction of each variation..."

"Yes, you have made the primary and secondary orderly and well-organized, but you haven't connected the harmony with the melody, let alone the variations." Mu Kang said impatiently, "For example, have you ever thought that in In this measure, why did Bach write like this? Why did the chords in this measure be like this, and why did they all change in the next measure?"

Someone in the auditorium shouted: "No one knows about this at all."

"Really not." Mu Kang said slowly, "It's been a long time, and Bach's heart is really difficult to guess. Goldberg is definitely not his most difficult work, but you don't even have the idea to analyze it."

Fang Zhimu was silent for a while, and said seriously: "I understand, thank you."

Mu Kang nodded casually, and rolled away at the speed of urine escape.

As soon as Mu Kang returned to the dormitory, a message popped up in the WeChat group "Schoenberg Sai Gao".

-Ye Ye: @朴康 I heard that you kindly guided Fang Yundi in the small concert hall?

-Mukang: Yes.

-Grandpa: Do you think if you teach him, he will come to help you play the end-of-term concert?

-Mukang: Makes sense.

-Chief: Stop dreaming, the announcements are scheduled for next year.

- Mu Kang: Even if he is willing to come, I am not willing to play for him.

-Grandpa: Then what do you do?

-Mu Kang: Play it by yourself.

-Xifeng: Hehe.

-Guan Xiao: You can only pretend right now.

-Mukang: Go away.

Mu Kang threw the phone aside, closed the doors and windows, and opened the old baby piano next to the bed.

The metronome on the piano is mottled.Mu Kang pressed a note with his left hand, matched a weird chord with his right hand, and smiled: "Come on, baby."

Mu Kang has always composed only three melodic themes.Sometimes he uses all three, sometimes just one.

This is exclusive to Mu Dacai, which determines that his works can hardly be plagiarized.

But it is also doomed that his works are difficult to be interpreted.Mu Kang's interpretation of harmony was so critical that even Li Chongyuan and Qiu Liming could not bear Mu Kang's rehearsal at times, let alone the general public.

Mu Kang's works can only be interpreted to the extreme by Mu Kang himself.This is not a problem at all, because Mukang is very good at playing the piano.His new work presentation is like an art film written, directed and acted by himself, every time it is refreshing and amazing.

It really makes the composition department, which is dying of talents, feel proud.

But the end-of-term concert requires that there must be a collaborator, otherwise there will be no results.Adhering to the fine tradition of J College, Mr. Dean said loudly at the freshman meeting: "Music is a language. If it cannot be understood and used for communication, then this language will lose its meaning."

Mu Kang used to think so.

Before he discovered that all the piano students in J Academy could not meet his requirements.

"Fuck language and communication." Mu Kang murmured, extinguishing his cigarette in the ashtray.The chord movement of the right hand became more and more harsh, and he wrote five new bars with his left hand.

"Look at my brother's burst of inspiration..." Mu Kang stared at the score and said to himself, "We need to change the rhythm here..."

Until the sun went down, Mukang finally completed these five sections.He lit the last cigarette in the pack, picked up his phone, and sent a message to the group.

-Mukang: Are you done with the lineup?I am hungry.

- Mukang: ? ?What about people?

-Chief: I'll be in the rehearsal hall today.

-Grandfather: Me too.

- Guan Xiao: Me too.

-Xifeng: Don't compete with me.

-Chief: It's a deal, don't let anyone let him go!

- Mukang: ? ? ? ?

-Grandpa: Don't be pushy.Lin Yan is here this afternoon!

-Mukang: Fuck!I am coming over now! !

Mu Kang rushed all the way to the rehearsal hall, and met countless like-minded people on his way.The sky was getting darker and the temperature was getting lower and lower, but only people entered the rehearsal hall and no one came out.

Mu Kang stood still outside the door, took a minute to catch his breath, and met Fang Zhimu face to face.

Fang Zhimu: "It seems that you have also received the news."

Mu Kang: "Hehe."

Fang Zhimu: "Although I fight with you, my chances of winning are not great..."

Mu Kang: "Hmm."

Fang Zhimu: "But can you throw away the cigarette butt first?"

Only then did Mu Kang realize that he had even forgotten the cigarette in his mouth.He finished disposing of the cigarette butts with a smile, and walked in with Fang Zhimu.

The rehearsal hall was full of people, and there was silence. A young male voice was speaking: "B Section 86, the meaning of the woodwind is wrong, the lines should be stronger, follow me, don't stop breathing. Flute feels like changing, Oboe can only 3 P, you just got [-] P at most."

Guan Xiao doggedly said: "Alright command!"

Mu Kang: "..."

Lu Xifeng sat in the last row of the band and saw Mu Kang and Fang Zhimu at a glance.He raised the trumpet and waved it at the two of them. Li Chongyuan saw it and gave Mu Kang the middle finger behind his back.

Mu Kang ignored him, just focused on the figure on the podium.

Lin Yan stood upright with his back to the big ticket onlookers, his legs were sky-long.

His figure looks sharp, but his voice is a bit tender: "It's almost time today, the woodwind will come for the last time, let's go."

Lu Xifeng: "Come on, command, the brass pipes haven't been arranged yet."

Lin Yan: "I'm hungry, we'll wait in line tomorrow."

Chief Qiu Liming said: "No way, everyone is not hungry."

Li Chongyuan immediately seconded the proposal.

Lin Yan was unmoved: "I'm hungry."

He raised his baton and signaled to the woodwind part, and the music sounded, and the agile timbre of the woodwind was like a mountain breeze blowing in his face.

After thirty bars, Lin Yan nodded, put down his baton, and said quietly: "Very good. Let's go."

Qiu Liming wanted to struggle to the death, but Lin Yan had already stepped down from the podium.He picked up his coat, his exquisite face was a little tired, his hair was disheveled, and he looked dusty.

Before Mu Kang could react, Fang Zhimu had already rushed forward and took the high ground: "Lin Zhi, I'm playing Pulo II recently, can we cooperate for a game?"

Lin Yan: "I..."

Mu Kang unceremoniously went over and said: "Gothenburg plays like that, Puluo Er is so difficult, it's better not to embarrass yourself in front of Lin Zhi."

Lin Yan immediately chose to shut up.

Fang Zhimu stared at Mu Kang: "I can learn, and Lin Zhi can also guide me."

"Come on, don't bother Lin Zhi, I'll just guide you." Mu Kang stepped forward, squeezed Fang Zhimu behind him, and asked Lin Yan warmly, "Xiao Yanzi, how was the tour? What songs did you play? ah?"

Fang Zhimu rolled his eyes behind Mu Kang.

Lin Yan showed a bright smile to Mu Kang: "This round is basically Beethoven and Haydn."

Mu Kang: "It's not bad, but sea shells are too delicious to eat, so why don't you come and try my new product for a change."

Lin Yan's eyes lit up: "Finished?"

Mu Kang: "It's almost there, just waiting for you."

Lin Yan: "Okay. Go after dinner."

"No problem." Mu Kang put his arms around Lin Yan's shoulders. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he crossed the crowd and took him away directly, saying as he walked, "Oh, I counted my fingers. What a coincidence. It's the final exam, why don't you pass the final exam with me by the way..."

After all the voices had finished checking the scores, only Fang Zhimu's Xiao Suo figure was left in a mess in the wind beside the podium.

"Don't get overwhelmed, they are soul mates after all." Qiu Liming patted him on the shoulder, "Look, we were also decisively abandoned."

Fang Zhimu: "It's okay, I'm just thinking... Does Mu Kang's 'guidance me' count?"

Li Chongyuan answered not far away: "Basically, it counts, but it must wait for Lin Zhi to leave."

"I heard that Lin Zhi will stay for two weeks this time." Guan Xiao said, "Student Fang, come on."

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Note:

Heifetz: Jascha Heifetz, Russian-American violinist, god of the violin, non-fiction, long dead.

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For details of the BGM song list in this article, please refer to the top of Weibo ([email protected] Moderate Responsibility)

Chaconne: Chaconne, Bach's unaccompanied violin suite "Second Partita" (ViolinPartitainDminor) last movement (BMV1004);

Pro two: Prokofiev Piano Concerto No. 2, Sergei Prokofiev-Piano Concerto No.16inGminor, Op.1912, written in [-];

Goldberg Variation: German Goldberg-Variationen, BWV988, is a keyboard work of Bach's late period, published in 1741;

Czerny 740: Karl Czerny's "The Art of Lightness of Fingers", Op. 740, a collection of etudes, for piano practice, not nice.