I play the piano in the comprehensive world

Although there was still no progress in the matter of the song, like a stone pressing on Gou Juanjing's heart, his mood somehow improved, and he was still in the mood to go home safely on weekends to see his brother's latest practice results.

Goujuan brother, who started to learn a small language by himself, was so abused that he couldn’t even straighten his tongue when he spoke Japanese. With the change of teeth, his speech began to leak. Oh) He laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten up.

The younger brother burst into tears and hugged his mother's waist to complain, "Nini bullied me."

Goujuan Liangzi heard his youngest son's angry voice, held back his laughter and came to coax him.

Fortunately, my younger brother has always had a good personality, and he went out safely, so the little guy soon had fun.

When he fell asleep at night, Goujuan's mother and eldest son sat down to enjoy their mother-child time.

"You're not in a good mood recently, is it because... the piano is not going well?"

Gou Juanjing was taken aback, his first reaction was that he had been too lax recently, and his mother would see through him.

Ryoko seemed to read the answer from his face, and said meaningfully: "Don't underestimate mother, you silly child."

Feeling seen through, the dog Juanjing lowered his head.

"Actually, I have always been worried that you are going to take the piano road." Liangzi said: "Mom also came out of art, but the greatest sense of accomplishment in my life does not come from paintings. Having you and Xiaoji Great kids is something I've always been proud of."

"But mother also knows that art is a very difficult road." Ryoko tried to give her son some encouragement from her identity as a painter. "People always say that real art is born in the suffering of life, but my mother didn't think so."

She looked at the dog Juanjing softly, this child has brighter and gentler eyes than him, and a more gentle heart. "Art is a flower that blooms from a person's life. Whether it is joy or pain, it is a part of life, a part of art, and a part of yourself."

"Life is the theme of art." She rubbed Gou Juanjing's head, just like when she was a child, and messed up his long hair with a smile. "Xiao Jing, don't push yourself too hard."

The dog Juanjuan raised his head with his messy hair, his eyes were slightly bright, like a golden retriever puppy, squinting his eyes to rub Ryoko's palm.

Liang Zi, who is already a mother of two children, was spoiled by cuteness: My son is so cute!

When he was at home the next day, brother Goujuan discovered something: he had woken up and Nini hadn't woken up yet!

Little Thorn put on his slippers, excitedly pushed open the door of Nini's room, lay down beside Nini's bed and poked his face: "Nini, get up!" (Get up!)

Gou Juanjing opened his eyes to look at his happy younger brother, his eyes were clear and he didn't look like he hadn't woken up.He said, "What should I do if I want to stay in bed?"

"Oh, then stay in bed." The younger brother didn't think there was a problem.

"Does that little spine want to stay in bed with me?"

The younger brother immediately kicked off his slippers and climbed onto Nini's bed, his big purple eyes curled into crooked moons, he was very happy, but he said stiffly: "No Bafa*, let me accompany you." (No way, let me accompany you)

The little guy leaned on his brother's arm, smiling like a little mouse who had stolen oil.

……

Another week.

It is raining in Paris today, and the rain soaks the air and wets the wings of the happy birds.Mozart opened the window to look at the sky, but was hit by the wet rain, wiped his face with water, and quickly closed the window.

I can't go out to play today.

The Austrian sighed. He originally wanted to go to Miss Xizi's place to see if he could chat with the lady from Japan.

But forget it.

On a rainy day, I really should find Beethoven.

Mozart took his umbrella and went out.

Beethoven was in his studio at this time.There is a large glass window here, and there are layers of green plants planted outside to prevent peeping. When it is sunny, the afternoon sun will slant in and cast a swaying shadow on his score all over the floor, like white The notes on the paper come to life, floating with the breeze blowing across the tops of the leaves.And when it rains like now, the indoor lights will illuminate the shadowy plants outside, and the swaying feeling created by the combination of rain and wind is also Mozart's favorite.

But the Austrians don't like to be alone, so like him, he didn't build such a studio in his home.Mozart, who prefers to stay with people, always composes in crowded places, such as the studio of a romantic club, a table in the garden, the scene of a dance party, or even in the bedroom of a noble lady.

And his exact opposite is Beethoven.

In his opinion, the German is a person who really enjoys being alone.

When Mozart came in, Beethoven’s studio was full of music scores that made him unable to get down. In the end, he had to take off his shoes and tidy up for him while walking. Looking at the labels of his scores, he sorted the revised, scrapped manuscripts, and semi-finished products into categories. put away.

"Really, I'm being treated as a free cleaner again." Mozart complained in a low voice.

The person who sat in front of the piano to audition did not respond to him, and did not even look up from his score, and composed music together with the sound of wind, rain and trees outside.

By the time Beethoven turned back from his score, Mozart had already put away the score for the second base, and the bits and pieces of label paper of various colors had been marked. It looked frizzy and untidy, but revealed a sense of proportion, like a very Mozart himself.

Regardless of frizz or propriety.

places like this...

As long as it passes by his hand, it will bring Mozart's own feeling, like a huge animal, even if it just passes by, it will leave a temperature, even if it is inadvertent, it will bring out some kind of sloppy "artistic sense" - like this kind of place, This is where Beethoven is powerful and helpless.

"Didn't you clean it up yourself?" His response indicated that he had just heard his partner complain.

"Is that what I want? Isn't that what I have to? They told you to hire a cleaner, like the one in the Liszt family. If you sign a non-disclosure agreement, it doesn't matter if you organize the music score!"

Beethoven vetoed it straight away: "I have something to say."

Mozart was like some kind of powerful and light-footed animal who didn't mind crossing other people's territory, and he didn't mind others running on his territory.But no, Beethoven, he is the kind of prehistoric Tyrannosaurus rex, without his permission, any foot stepping into his territory will cause the fury of this Tyrannosaurus rex.

Mozart wanted to roll his eyes.

From this point of view, the personalities of the two people are completely different.

The elders looked at the stack of collected manuscripts, looked at Mozart, thought about it, and decided to pour a cup of tea for the obviously angry Austrian.

So on this rainy day, Mozart got a late cup of hot tea.

"It's really hard to drink." Mozart, who was used to a fine life, stuck out his tongue, still holding the cup and drank bit by bit.The hot water warmed him up in this rainy day, but the musician still looked unhappy, his eyebrows pulled together as if they were about to fight.

He is obviously not a young man anymore, yet he still retains the vigor of a teenager. All kinds of hardships in life are always difficult to leave traces on his body.This is also very different from Beethoven.

"Why are you here today?"

"Isn't it raining?" Beethoven's cup of tea reminded the Austrians of a doctor's concoction, and it felt like the pot of green potion under the hands of a witch. In short, the German tea-making skills have remained the same for ten years. The bad days were as hopeless as his temper. "By the way, tell me something cute."

Beethoven poured him another cup of tea and motioned him to continue.

Mozart looked at the teacup speechlessly, his reflection was reflected in it, allowing him to see his tangled expression. "There's good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

"bad news."

Very good, very Beethoven's choice.

"The bad news is that Xiao Jing hasn't figured it out yet."

Beethoven was not surprised.

Even in real life, finding yourself is not an easy task, let alone in music.In the cruel pyramid of musicians, second-rate and below people may not even be able to find the existence of "self" in life.There are many people who spend their lives busy and sloppy.

And Xiao Jing is only 17 years old.

Still young.

Beethoven always had a lot of patience with the younger ones—not including the brats (especially Liszt).

"The good news is that I found that Xiao Jing's musical personality should be very similar to mine." Mozart was triumphant.

Beethoven: "..."

He felt that his judgment of good and bad should be the opposite of Mozart's.