I play the piano in the comprehensive world

During this time, Gou Juanjing was still practicing Xiao Xie.

The important piece composed by his favorite teacher, Gou Juan Jing treated it with a 120% attitude, but the actual effect was not as he imagined.

He was deadlocked, and he was spinning and unable to get out.In this case, Goujuanjing ushered in Liszt's piano lesson the next day, and was hit by the Hungarians' crazy torrential rain.

Liszt has the same obsessive-compulsive disorder as Beethoven to some extent, but his obsessive-compulsive disorder is not reflected in the score, but in the music.Just like the high demands on people in the past, the current Liszt has not changed.

After playing last week's homework, Liszt frowned and didn't speak. He tapped his fingers on the table and made a knocking sound, as if hitting a person's heart. The atmosphere was so serious and low that it was difficult to speak.

"Play Xiao Xie once."

The dog rolled the thorn.

Liszt's brows were tightly knit together. "Is that your answer?"

The rhetorical question of this sentence is a prelude to the teacher's pressure.

Gou Juan Jing couldn't answer.

He couldn't give an answer.

All classical music has scores, and because of scores, everyone's processing and answers are particularly important.In the case of modern piano teaching becoming more and more homogenized and standardized, the processing of each phrase, how to understand the composer's expression and how to balance one's own expression has become a very important topic.

In the past, Gou Juanjing could easily give his own answer, but now he is stuck in Xiao Xie's quagmire and can't get out.

The more you see, the more you can't get out.

The more you think about it, the more timid you become, and the more you think about it, the more vague you become.

"Chopin Piano Concerto No. [-]" is a piece composed after Chopin left Poland due to the war in his youth. It is full of his nostalgia and reluctance for his hometown. Nostalgia and sadness are like a cup of bitter coffee. The rich aroma casts a layer on the piece. Sad romance.

How to express sorrow in poetry, how to make sorrow and love intertwined, Chopin gave his own answer, now it is the turn of the dog.

"What you eject now is not your own." Liszt told him with certainty, "You don't have your own stuff in it yet, so you can't eject Xiao Xie."

"Perhaps others will think that you are good enough, but let me tell you, you can't be on the stage of the London Philharmonic Orchestra just based on your current music."

This is the end of the piano lesson.

Ping An jumped on the dog Juan Jing's legs, but the master's hand did not fall as usual, and he lay motionless on the piano.The cat stood up and reached for his face, and the dog Juanjing reluctantly pulled himself together, hugged the cat, buried his head in its soft belly, and listened to its voice turning and rumbling in his stomach.

"It's so difficult, peace."

"Meow~"

On the other side, Chopin, who was far away in Paris, also heard about Liszt’s class. When he was about to call Xiao Jing, Mozart held him down.

"No, it's a foul!" Mozart snatched his mobile phone: "I'm on Liszt's side this time."

"but……"

"The current Xiaojing is not a four-year-old Xiaojing. You can no longer treat him as a child. And Liszt didn't force him to practice piano intensively. On the contrary, I think he chose a good time." Mozart said: "It's time to really think about his relationship with music-whether to embark on the bumpy, unknown and difficult road of a professional pianist, or return to the world of ordinary people."

Chopin was speechless.

They have been trying their best to guide him this way, but at this fork, Mozart feels that he still has to choose his own path in life.

Liszt probably would not have thought of this.

The King of Piano just wants to force the students so that he can take a step forward by himself.

"Walking by yourself and being pushed by others are two different things." As the representative of the latter, Mozart has a great say, "We have always done the latter, but when he really grows up, he will regret it if he can't turn back." Then, he will definitely hate you."

Chopin pursed his lips. "You weren't like that before."

"Because now I've discovered that Xiao Jing has no plans for her career in piano." Mozart replied, "It's like a competition. If you say let him participate, he will enter, but he doesn't think about getting any rankings or awards. Yes, even after holding his debut recital, he has never faced up to the problem of his piano career. Just look at his attitude towards music critics and recitals. Until now, you and his manager are pushing him He left, but his manager in Japan is actually his little friend, and you have this kind of personality. If there is no Alisa, I really doubt whether he can stay in high school for three years."

"Being with the piano and music for a lifetime, and going to the stage to bear the pressure and pain to perform and create - are completely different things. Whether it is music or piano, there are many derivative careers, and pianist is one of the most difficult ones. Like a single-plank bridge, without awareness he cannot cross the other side of the river."

"Simply put, not enough ambition."

Chopin, as a "member with insufficient ambition", expressed his opinion euphemistically: "It's not a bad thing, is it?"

"Sometimes I feel that you and Liszt can be more or less neutralized." Mozart glanced at him: "I haven't said you yet, you are the one who led the way. After finally crossing the bottleneck period, why did you change?" Became an old man who drinks tea and looks at flowers! Look at the number of songs you have produced in the past two years? If you didn’t remember to contribute scores to Romantic Club, you would have been drinking Northwest Wind a long time ago!”

Mozart scolded Chopin all the way: "Isn't Tchaikovsky a call for composition? The themes are all your favorites. What are you still doing? Why don't you hurry up and write a contribution!"

Chopin was speechless.

Mozart, as a procrastination king, actually had a day of urging people to write manuscripts.

"Aren't you going to contribute?"

When asked about the point, Mozart raised his head, like a peacock showing off its tail feathers, worrying about not having a chance to show off his radiant tail. "I, have finished writing!"

Chopin's big goose looked at him in surprise, only to see that Mozart had made a complete score, and repeatedly confirmed...

It was the one he missed the submission period last time.

The Pole's eyes gradually calmed down.

"What do you mean! It's said above, unsubmitted and unpublished work!" Mozart said dissatisfiedly: "This is my manuscript!"

Oh, as expected of you, Mozart.

Chopin's eyes clearly understood everything, and Mozart was so angry that he pushed him out of the house: "Don't worry about Xiao Jing, I will take a good look at Liszt. And the kid has had so much fun recently that his heart is playing wild " Mozart hummed: "Let Liszt give him a tight skin."

"You can't do this, Chopin, let Liszt be the bad guy."

Chopin: That's why I don't worry!

"Go, go, if you don't go, your pocket money will be gone!"

Chopin couldn't help but be driven home by Mozart.

……

Sitting in front of the music score, Gou Juanjing felt like his heart was stuffed with a piece of cotton that was full of water. When he pressed it, it would not bounce back and would drip.

This is the first time.

He buried himself in the fleece of peace again.

The butterfly danced lightly, landed on the piano, and weaved cocoons again.

It was the first time I had this kind of emotion, and it was the first time that it was difficult to move forward, as if I was standing at the bottom of a barren mountain, there was only a wilderness with trees, and I couldn't find a way to move forward.

Not even a direction.

Describing Liszt as a composer or performer seems to underestimate his talent too much. As the world's top pianist, he can naturally hear the biggest problem of the dog.

Dog Juanjing didn't even realize it until he pointed it out.

--"Where am I?

If all the music is to answer a question, then the score is the composer's answer to this question, using various notes to form phrases, interweaving phrases into tunes, answering one by one.The performer is to get this answer, and turn the answer written on paper into music that circulates in reality.

But the music cannot fully express the composer's unfinished meaning. Even if it is as detailed as Beethoven's score, this music giant still has many turbulent emotions that cannot be fully expressed through the score. At this time, performers are needed to supplement.

On-site supplements, instant supplements, write their own answers in the composer's blank space.

This is the problem with what the music industry calls versions.

Goujuanjing is standing in this blank place, without an answer of his own.