Chapter 39: (Bottom) Half into the river and half into the cloud

　　 came to the piano room where he usually practiced. Zhuo Yang leaned his umbrella against the door, took off his soaked shoes and socks, placed the shoes neatly beside the door, and stepped barefoot on the pine floor. Dry your hair and hands, and keep your fingers straight and slender.
　　 He gently lifted the top cover of the Mendelssohn grand piano, then turned back to the front, raised the rocking cover, and Zhuo Yang sat down.
　　Finger sliding on the black and white keys, the melody of Beethoven's "Piano Concerto No. 5" began to echo in the piano room. Zhuo Yang did not deliberately choose a track, it was just a trick.
　　 "The Fifth Piano Concerto" is magnificent, the rhythm is infinite, and the music is extremely magnificent and gorgeous. It is called "Emperor Concerto".
　　 Zhuo Yang's fingers are gently stroking, and his familiarity with the music allows him to completely control eighty-eight black-and-white keys only with the inertia of his arms and the memory of his fingers. Gradually, Zhuo Yang's attention left his fingers, his arms, and even his body.
　　 His thoughts flew outside the piano room, flew out of the campus of the Conservatory of Music, came to the beautiful canal bank, came to the warm town of Denjeheim, came to the secluded lake of Steinhude. Zhuo Yang's thoughts came to every place where he and Reisha stopped, came to every place where they nodded back and forth.
　　 Zhuo Yang's people have left the piano, but the sound of the piano is still flowing.
　　 Zhuo Yang recalled bit by bit with Reisha, and her feelings were immersed in the pain of Reishakova's deception and betrayal. All the negative emotions burst out, sometimes angry, sometimes sad, sometimes bored, and sometimes desolate. He could not feel the jump of his fingertips on the keys at all, but he let the emotional catharsis dominate the movement of his fingers.
　　 The sound of the piano in the room became sad and smart, as if it had life. Sometimes indignant, sometimes whispered softly, sometimes jumped fast, sometimes chanted slowly. The rhythm on Zhuo Yang's fingers is constantly changing in softness, heavyness, soothing, and anxiety, but all this is just that his emotions are flowing arbitrarily, and he has no intention to chase the playing skills.
　　At this moment, it is not his fingers but the soul of Zhuo Yang who plays the piano.
　　The sound of the piano is accompanied by the flow of thoughts, and it is frustrated with the ups and downs of emotion.
　　 Zhuo Yang closed his eyes and tilted his head high. The lone spotlights in the piano room covered him and the piano in a soft aperture.
　　 Zhuo Yang was deeply buried in heavy emotions and was deeply trapped.
Inextricable.
　　 "I heard sadness from your piano sound." A voice came after the sound.
　　 The sound of the piano stopped abruptly.
　　 Zhuo Yang looked back, and Professor Karl Norman leaned his arms on the door frame and looked at him quietly.
　　 "Mr...." Zhuo Yang didn't know how to answer.
Professor Norman, who returned at night, was attracted by the sound of the piano in the rain, so he walked in the rain to find the sound and came to the practice room. He quietly watched Zhuo Yang's playing at the door, suppressing his inner shock, and then interrupted until he found Zhuo Yang trapped in his emotions.
　　 "I saw sadness from your piano sound, although I don't know what happened to you." Professor Norman's voice was calm and slow.
　　 "I don't want to know what happened to you, because I am just your piano teacher, not your life tutor."
　　 "So, I just want to talk to you about music."
　　 "Zhuo, you know? In my opinion, your is already perfect, and your playing skills are very mature. You are an excellent piano player, and you are already an excellent piano player."
　　 "However, no matter how outstanding a pianist is, he is just a piano player and a performer of piano skills."
　　 "Piano player is just the first step in the music world."
"After becoming a pianist, some people will realize the essence of music, and then grow into a piano performer and become an artist of music. However, only a very few people can touch the true meaning of music. And these people, only Is a real pianist, a real piano master."
　　 "The vast majority of people stay in the stage of piano players, and they can't get in their lifetime. Even if they have the most skilled fingering, the fastest hand speed, and the best playing skills, they can only be a piano player for a lifetime."
　　 "Zhuo, you haven't been able to cross the threshold in front, staying at the doorway, staying outside the door of music and art. Do you know why?"
　　 "Because there is no emotion in your performance!"
　　 "All of your playing is to show off your skills, show off your skills, don't put your body and mind into it, you have no soul in your music, and the movement you play has no life."
　　 "However, in your piano tonight, I heard sorrow, heard melancholy, saw your anger, saw your sorrow."
　　 "Zhuo, tonight, you have opened this door!"
　　 "No matter how great the music is, it must have its emotions and life. Great pianists have their own paranoia and desire for emotions, so that music can be given a soul."
Professor 　　 Norman's words reminded Zhuo Yang of traditional Chinese painting techniques.
　　 Chinese paintings do not pay attention to the similarities. If you deliberately display the delicate details and three-dimensional light and shadow of the characters on the screen, they will be called "craftsmanship". If you paint again, you are just a painter. Chinese painting pursues a godlike look, and pursues artistic conception and picture layout. A true master painter will melt his perception of everything into pen, ink and paper. If you judge only by likeness, no matter how great a painter is, you can't compare to a bad camera.
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　　 "Aren't mad monsters alive?" Zhuo Yang asked suspiciously.
　　 "Yes, crazy demonization has made many great artists finally reach the pinnacle of art. They have used madness and paranoia and even perverted inspired great masterpieces."
　　 "However, I don't approve of such art, this is a work at the cost of destroying life and the world. They are slaves of art, slaves of emotional shackles."
　　 "Zhuo, you were controlled by your own emotions just now, you can't extricate yourself."
　　 "If there is no emotion, what is the point of our existence?" Zhuo Yang is still puzzled.
"You are right. The reason why humans are great is because we have rich emotions. Zhuo, what I want to say is that you have to be the master of emotions to release your emotions, rather than let emotions control you and become Emotional slave. This is true of art, music and life."
"Zhuo, tonight, just now, you have opened the door to the hall of music. The time is completely beyond my expectations. I thought that your genius will reach this step in the next two or three years. , But you shocked me again."
　　 "Zhuo, after entering this gate, you have to try to interpret music with emotions, and integrate your feelings and thoughts in the movements you play. You will become a great performer."
　　 "Finally, you will use music and piano sound to release your emotions, piano sound to describe your heart, and piano to compose the world and the entire universe you see in front of your eyes."
　　 "Do this, Zhuo, you will become another great music master and a great pianist in this world."