technical type

"How's my music?"

The servants in the house are like clay sculptures and woodcarvings, they don't talk much to the master, and Ji Mo recruited Kuang Yuan as the audience.

"It's not even close."

As Kuang Yuan said, this is not the first time he has commented. He didn't even open his eyes, and he was sitting on the wooden corridor, as if he was about to enter a nap state.

"I know I'm still far behind you, but have I made any progress compared to yesterday?"

Ji Mo frowned slightly, he needed feedback from the audience.

Music is not inherently elegant.

The silk and bamboo orchestra above the hall is music, and the time and chant in the mountains and fields are also music.

A bamboo flute can be played, and a leaf can also be played. A lot of music does not have to be played with a standard musical instrument. The water in the bowl is filled with different amounts, and the chopsticks are tapped. Play music.

High and low sounds, never picky who is speaking.

Ji Mo thinks that Kuang Yuan's music is very good, and his music is also very high. Either it is in harmony with the will of heaven, or it is a sound that communicates with the heaven and earth, and even if it is a conveyance, it must be hidden from a distance, like that ethereal singing voice that comes from afar , seems to be nothing, fascinating.

Very good, very high, very floating, very far away, and very elegant.

Ji Mo's music is more down-to-earth. There is no way, if you want to go up to the sky, you have to take off from the ground. Now, Ji Mo wants to know where his flying altitude is, whether it is 3000 meters or [-] meters But, from the perspective of Kuang Yuan, who is above [-] meters, "It's still far away."

This audience is not qualified!

I forget which education expert said that to give children more positive affirmation and guidance, what Ji Mo needs is exactly this kind of positive thing, not this kind of reply that is easy to be discouraged.

Smiling lightly, Kuang Yuan opened his eyes and looked at Ji Mo's somewhat dissatisfied expression, "It's just like this, your music is still far behind."

Having said that, Kuang Yuan was still satisfied in his heart, and there was even a look of complacency in his eyes.

Ordinary people, at the same age as teenagers, cannot play such a musical sound.

Sometimes, listening to Ji Mo's music, Kuang Yuan would have an illusion, as if listening to an old man's mountaineering testimonials, the rustling in the forest, the trampling of footsteps, calm and powerful, yet floating On the surface, the old man climbed the mountain, but the mountain was fake.

How many feelings can a young man have to blend in joy?

If there is, if there are many, it must be vain.

Kuang Yuan has his own set of reasons, he refuses to believe the "truth" in Ji Mo's music, because that "truth" is a feeling and experience that Ji Mo cannot have at this age, so he feels that Ji Mo is Simply imitating myself, trying to "emphasize sorrow for new words", such music is naturally unqualified.

By coincidence, they both gave the other party a "disqualified" label, and Kuang Yuan wanted to let Ji Mo go into the world.

"When you start learning music, the first thing you need to learn is actually listening."

When teaching Ji Mo, Kuang Yuan didn't strictly follow the Kuang family's way of teaching, so the initial courses were different.

"Listen?" Ji Mo calmed down, waiting for Kuang Yuan's next words.

"Listen to all the voices, those voices in the world."

A musician's music is definitely not limited to elegant music. On this point, Ji Mo had a certain misunderstanding because Kuang Yuan had been a court musician, and most of the Kuang family were court musicians.

The Kuang family's learning of music comes from the secular world.

Learning since childhood, is it possible for a child to expect him to be a spring and white snow as soon as he comes up?Even if it is difficult to play the same sound for myself, the emotion contained in the sound is completely unsuitable.

Therefore, children began to learn, mostly secular ditties.

Looking at the bright and beautiful spring, when you go out in the green, you will be happy and happy, and you will play a happy and happy tune. You don't need a certain format and tune, you just need to be coherent and beautiful.

The ringing of bells in the streets and alleys, the yelling of various shops, and the noise of the city where the sound of wheels turning and human voices are mixed... These sounds are intertwined with fireworks, secular, and joy in the world.

The children of the Kuang family learned from these, and then it was like building a tall building, one floor after another, one floor after another, year after year, and when they reached the highest height, they became court musicians.

At that time, it was like being put on a tall building and the ladder was removed, and it was impossible to get down.

Sometimes the Kuang family despises the music of their peers, and there are reasons for their contempt. How old are our children who play this kind of music? You are all so old, do you still play this kind of music?

Adults like children are shameful.

"Sounds merge into music, which is the joy of the world."

Kuang Yuan continued to narrate, and as he narrated, he recalled what it was like when he first taught Ji Mo. He didn't want to teach Ji Mo at that time.

What to teach?It was not his own child, let alone the Kuang family's child.

But, he wants to learn!

He called himself "Daddy" and looked at him eagerly, he wanted to learn!

In a daze, he seemed to see Ji Chen when he was a child. At that time, he also showed such a look because of his own happiness, longing but not daring to ask for it.

Then, he raised his chin mercifully, pointed him, told him, let him learn what he wanted to learn... There was a good relationship between them.

He didn't know what to think. He decided to teach, but he didn't plan to teach according to the Kuang family's method. He never wanted to be responsible for this child. Even the decision to have a child was to test Ji Chen, to test his attitude towards himself. There is a bit of tolerance and affection.

Sure enough, Ji Chen brought a child, the child who was placed in the bamboo forest in the early morning, but the child was not even wet in the swaddling clothes.

He pampered himself like this, and then let himself be nostalgic, and then...

"Go to Fucheng to live for a while, and listen to the voices there. Those voices are all music."

If it is said that the Kuang family learned step by step and laid a solid foundation, then when Kuang Yuan taught Ji Mo, he started directly from a high place. It seemed that he was still teaching seriously, and he did teach things, but the order was wrong. of.

If it were another person, if Ji Mo didn't have countless memories of previous lives as a basis, I'm afraid he really wouldn't be able to learn this, and he would never be able to learn the essence of that music.

This is Kuang Yuan's hidden malice.

He didn't know if Ji Chen could see it, but after all these years of companionship, with only this child by his side, this child who called him "Daddy", Kuang Yuan's heart softened after all.

Let's make it up, reverse the previous lessons like this, I don't know how much he can learn, I just hope he doesn't miss it.

Ji Mo didn't know the reason for Kuang Yuan's proposal. When he heard that he was going to Fucheng, he was happy. Not everyone has the pure feelings of living in seclusion in the mountains for more than ten years and not being greedy for the outside world. If there is an Internet, Ji Mo thinks I can live in the house myself, but there is no internet, and the sound of the piano can only be played and listened to in the bamboo forest all day long. It sounds elegant, but in fact, it is too lonely.

There is no audience to evaluate and give feedback. Whether it is good or not, I don't know.

When playing the piano, you have to put your emotions on it. What kind of feelings do the emotions that float with the sound of the piano bring to the audience?

Ji Mo thinks, this problem may come back to "confidante", without the combination of mountains and rivers, without a bosom friend, it seems that there is no need to play music anymore.

He hasn't reached that level yet, but he also feels that besides a good teacher, he should also have "good friends".

When he packed up his things and was about to leave, Ji Mo realized that he was the only one who had to leave.

"Aren't you going?"

Ji Mo was a little surprised.

"No, I don't like that place, just go by yourself, it's so big, it's time to fly."

As Kuang Yuan said this, his eyes were a little soft, looking at Ji Mo, as if he was really looking at his own son, and he felt a little like a father who wanted his son to become a dragon.

He looked over the top of Ji Mo's head and looked at the blue sky. This day, the sky was clear and clear, and that piece of blue sky was cloudless, which was very good.

"...Okay." Ji Mo hesitated for a moment, almost wanting to stay with his old father, but in the end he agreed to go to Fucheng alone. He was not afraid of the road ahead, nor was he afraid of leaving home, just There is still concern, and I can't let it go.

"Go, go, don't you want to make money a long time ago? As long as you don't go to places like Baihualou, wherever you go to sell music, I don't care about you. The money you make is your own."

Kuang Yuan lifted the ban.

Ji Mo pretended to be stunned: "Ah, so you don't like Baihualou!"

Kuang Yuan stared at him, "Why, do you still like those filthy places? You are only so old, you are not allowed to go to that kind of place!"

This requirement is very strong.

Ji Mo responded with a smile, and even defended himself: "They give a lot!"

"It's vulgar, just look at the money!" Kuang Yuan said dissatisfiedly, "You can still play that kind of music, you can't just imitate!"

He still thinks that the emotion in Ji Mo's music is imitating himself, not Ji Mo's own thing. When the child was young, imitating was okay, but when he grew up, it was not good to imitate like this.

"You have to play your own music! No matter how difficult it is."

This is Kuang Yuan's last exhortation.

Ji Mo responded with a smile. He actually doesn't quite understand what Kuang Yuan's worries are. He only sees his professional knowledge, and he feels at ease. At this level, there can be no mistakes. He is right. Yes, then don't pay attention to what Kuang Yuan understands.

People's thoughts seem to be the same, but they are also very different.

It is more troublesome and difficult for Ji Mo to find a way to understand what others think, so he only needs to be firm on one thing, to be firm in the right direction, and then go on step by step.

Don't look back, don't look around, and don't stop, just go on like this, there will always be a day when you get there, no matter how hard or difficult it is in this process, it is also the cornerstone of success, no need Hesitation.

Ji Mo got in the car, and turned his head to wave to Kuang Yuan. When he got to the bottom of the mountain, he looked up again, but he couldn't see anyone, but he seemed to be able to hear the sound of the zither, it was a farewell song, leisurely and far away.