Scum attack, stay away from me

Two years later, the wind in the early spring of Heidelberg was like a naughty elf falling from the sky, shuttling and playing in this city full of vitality and artistic atmosphere.

At sunset, on the banks of the Neckar River Bridge, tourists stroll on this ancient Heidelberg Bridge with a long history of hundreds of years, or watch the classical buildings with quaint styles on both sides of the river, or enjoy the With the intoxicating breeze blowing slowly on the river bank, the unique beauty of this city is deeply imprinted in my mind.

A thin and tall figure, walking on the ancient bridge full of tourists, the aloofness and indifference emanating from him are incompatible with the bright smiles and laughter of the tourists beside him.

Alone, he walked hurriedly along the south side of the bridge, heading north.At this time, a melodious violin sound came to his ears along with the wind on the river.

The familiar melody seemed to bring back memories of the past, and his pace gradually slowed down.

Following the direction of the sound, he saw an old man playing alone standing under the statue of Athena on the north side of the bridge.

He frowned slightly, his pale and handsome face looked a bit desolate and lonely under the setting sun.

Lowering his eyes slightly, he stepped forward a few steps and walked up to the old man.

At this moment, the old man was closing his eyes, quietly in his own music world. On his vicissitudes face full of interlaced gullies, there was only an expression of intoxication. It seemed that at this moment, he was the only one in the whole world.

Containing profound feelings and the helplessness and sorrow of being unable to confide in the heart, they are vividly expressed in the music played by the old man.Perhaps, only those who have personally experienced these complex and bitter emotions can play such a throbbing melody.

He listened silently, and the indifferent and solemn expression on his face softened slightly with the emotional changes in the melody. In just a split second, the melancholy expression was quickly replaced by the original indifference and coldness.

Just as he was about to leave, a gust of wind blowing from the river knocked down the scores placed on the music stand.He squatted down hastily, and picked up the sheet music that had been blown down by the wind.

Subconsciously flipping through the content on the music score, when he saw the familiar notes and repertoire on the staff, his indifferent narrow eyes opened slightly.

Involuntarily touching the small pendant around his neck, he silently packed up the score for the old man and turned to leave.

In an instant, the clear sound of the piano floating on the entire Neckar River stopped abruptly, and a gloomy voice came from behind, "Young man, thank you."

He took back the strides he had taken, turned to look at the old man sideways, and said in a gentle voice as always, "You're welcome."

The old man put down the violin and bow, and asked calmly, "Young man, you have actually stood in front of me for a while, since you like my performance, why don't you listen to it?"

He opened his mouth slightly, "I...in a hurry."

The old man's blue eyes revealed the wisdom and calmness of his age, "If you were really in a hurry, you wouldn't have stayed so long and even picked up the score for me."

That piece of music, at a certain moment, seemed to bring everything to another poignant world, and those things buried in the bottom of my heart were also excavated.

Staring at the sad-faced oriental man in front of him, the old man sighed slightly, "Okay, young man, maybe I shouldn't meddle in my own business. If you're in a hurry, hurry up."

When he heard the old man's words, he didn't say a word, then he bowed to the old man and left in a hurry.

*********** In a house on the south bank of the Neckar River, a soft and poignant piano sound could be heard faintly. The emotion of mourning and crying seemed to shatter the hearts of those who listened.

An old man in his early sixties was sitting on the sofa, closing his eyes and humming softly. Not far from him, a thin black figure was leaning over a pitch-black grand piano, playing it breathlessly.

When it hit a certain place, the old man suddenly said, "Stop."

The dexterous hands with well-defined bones stopped on the keyboard, and he raised his head slightly to look at the old man.

"Su, your feelings here are not strong and deep enough. You must know that although Liszt's "Dream of Love" was created based on poetry, the sentiment itself is relatively low, expressing the sad emotions of life and death. However, You are using the piano to express now, so the full and heroic enthusiasm here needs to be strengthened."

Su Zhengliang moved his cold fingers, and said in a flat voice, "Professor, I understand."

"No, you don't understand. From the video of your playing that Schneider gave me, although your music style had not yet formed at that time, I could hear that you were full of longing and longing for love. The same " "Dream of Love" is completely different from what you are playing now. Sue, your technique is impeccable, emotionally delicate, and expressive. However, I found that when you play some works with the theme of love, The sound of your piano always makes me feel that you are confused and uneasy, you are so cautious but at a loss."

Staring at Su Zhengliang's complex and melancholy expression, the old man's slightly cloudy brown pupils shimmered, "My child, I can see that you are very confused. Perhaps, you have been deeply hurt by love, so that you have become the person you are now." look?"

Su Zhengliang lowered his long eyelashes silently, and replied weakly, "Yes... I have been hurt before..."

The old man said with some remorse, "I'm sorry kid, I shouldn't ask you like this, it brought back bad memories for you, I'm sorry."

Su Zhengliang moved his lips lightly, "It's okay, I don't care anymore."

There was a hint of deepness on the old man's spirited face, "Su, no matter how much you were hurt by love, you have at least tasted the sweetness and beauty of love. Now you are like a lost child who doesn't know who you are. What do you want. If you can, you can try to find a new love, maybe, then, you won't become so melancholy and confused."

Su Zhengliang nodded slowly, "Professor, thank you for your kindness, I will."

"I have something here." As if suddenly remembering something, the old man got up and took out an envelope from the desk drawer, and handed it to Su Zhengliang.

Su Zhengliang was a little surprised when he saw that the signature on the envelope was Calder's name, "Professor, this letter is for you, why should I..."

Professor Calder smiled lovingly, "Open it and have a look."

Su Zhengliang opened the envelope under the signal of Carl's professor, and after taking a look, his eyes were filled with surprise and surprise, "This is..."

"Entry form for the Van Cliburn International Piano Competition."

After a moment of excitement, Su Zhengliang frowned, and asked with some uncertainty, "Professor, is this for me?"

Professor Calder nodded, "The competition is scheduled for a week before Halloween, and you have half a year to prepare."

Su Zhengliang thought for a while, then said anxiously, "But professor, I have only studied with you for a short time, and there are still many young people who are better than me. I'm afraid I..."