In the past, Zhou Yang thought that the influence of art was just an empty talk.
But when he actually stayed with these famous musicians and listened to them discussing music, a door seemed to open in Zhou Yang's ignorant mind.
This feeling is amazing.
Obviously I don't know what is inside the door, but I feel like I am inside and hear countless beautiful melodies. Among some beautiful melodies, many things that I couldn't understand before began to be understood one by one, and were understood.
Digestion eventually begins to become extraordinarily clear.
He seemed to be "educated" by art.
He felt very happy in it, and even forgot where he was for a while. He only knew that a long time passed in the company of countless melodies.
When he recovered from these countless melodies, he found that the saxophone song "Going Home" became very clear, and some of the missing notes began to slowly fill in.
It seems to be the kind of enlightenment that Buddhism talks about!
Yes!
But Zhou Yang's epiphany was not that magical. It had something to do with talent, but with some memories of the original world.
"Going Home" saxophone song.
Zhou Yang himself had listened to the complete version of this song, and the incomplete version was like brainwashing. He had listened to it countless times.
In the coffee shop, when urging customers to leave after the KTV, when the school bell rings...
The things buried in my mind have been gathering dust for a long time. I accidentally got a key, which opened the door, plus my own "epiphany".
Everything seemed to become extremely clear.
Late at night.
The day passed by in a hurry.
The music masters in the Huaxia National Theater originally dispersed one by one, but no one did.
The students participating in the chorus were standing blankly in the corner at this moment.
They were supposed to be rehearsing "My Motherland" together. They were not in the mood to rehearse at the moment. They just stared at the red light on the stage.
The red light is like the setting sun, gradually fading away in the afterglow.
Darkness was about to come, but it never came.
The students were in disbelief, but remained silent. As time went by, their emotions gradually began to become a little complicated.
far away……
The dim light shrouded the world-famous saxophone master Kenneth. Kenneth changed his previous casualness and his expression was very solemn. He looked at the score, as if his soul had been taken away, and he was deep in it and motionless.
silence.
The huge music hall was so silent that one couldn't help but feel a little flustered.
But no one wants to be the music sinner who breaks the silence.
The other side of the light.
Zhou Yang sat quietly, looking at another sheet of music and lost in deep thought, writing something from time to time.
Suona master Tong Yuan, Sheng sect leader Li Luguang, guzheng master Wang Zhongjing, flute master Zhou Hongwei...
Everyone looked at him silently.
Zhou Yang and Kenneth have been in this state for more than two hours. During these two hours, the two of them seemed to be completely isolated from the outside world and immersed in their own world.
No one knows how long this state will last, let alone what they will face next.
"These things are wrong!"
At this moment, Kenneth suddenly stood up, breaking this extremely oppressive atmosphere.
Tong Yuan seemed to be startled, and then watched Kenneth walk up to Zhou Yang step by step, and began to hold the sheet music and chat with Zhou Yang about the melody of "Going Home".
"ah?"
Zhou Yang seemed to be at a loss. When he looked up at Kenneth, his eyes were slightly confused.
"These places need to be changed. The tone is wrong, and the notes are heavily filled in, which affects the overall mood of the music. I think this section is very problematic, and I need to use another key..."
"There are also these places that I don't think are suitable..."
Kenneth was very serious, unlike the playful and gluttonous little old man before. At this moment, his eyes were as sharp as a vulture in the desert, and looking at him seemed to pierce his heart.
Zhou Yang took over the saxophone sheet music for "Going Home".
Kenneth made numerous changes to the score. Zhou Yang was extremely shocked when he looked at these modified notes.
Not only did he make slight adjustments to what he recalled in his mind, but he also made in-depth modifications to the notes that he filled in based on the melody, and even helped to compile the missing parts.
Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar notes of "Going Home", Zhou Yang nodded instinctively.
After seeing Zhou Yang nodding, Kenneth's serious expression seemed to relax a little, as if a string in his heart was gradually loosened, and then his eyes became very excited again. He held the saxophone, and his impatience seemed uncontrollable.
.
"I'll play it again and you'll listen. Do you feel this way?"
Kenneth's excited voice echoed in the huge concert hall.
"Well, listen!" Zhou Yang nodded again.
He watched Kenneth pick up the saxophone and walk to the center of the stage, as if he had entered another world.
He bowed inexplicably to the empty seats in the concert hall.
"Teacher, music score..."
"no need!"
When John Williams saw this scene, he hurriedly handed over the score, but saw Kenneth shook his head and closed his eyes instead.
John Williams was stunned.
……………………
Zhou Yang heard a familiar melody.
Beautiful and moving.
Amidst the melody, Zhou Yang closed his eyes, and a series of past events appeared in his mind.
right!
This is how it feels, absolutely this is how it feels.
The beautiful melody was like an elf, echoing in his ears.
It seems like I have seen my distant hometown, my childhood, the fish swimming in the stream, the clear and soft pebbles...
It was as if he felt a gust of wind blowing by. After it blew by, he found himself in a quiet and vast prairie, where he looked up at the blue sky in the distance.
Master, you are worthy of being a master!
After listening to the saxophone playing "Going Home" at close range, Zhou Yang realized the beauty and splendor of the music.
not far away……
There was a buzzing sound in Tong Yuan's mind.
There are many incredible things in this world, but there are more incredible things in Zhou Yang than she has seen in decades.
A few days ago...
She felt that Zhou Yang was very unprofessional, and in her mind, Zhou Yang's understanding of music was just that of a layman, and any student at the conservatory of music was much better than Zhou Yang.
Although she didn't show it, she would inevitably have neglect and contempt in her heart...
But now, she only feels that her scalp is numb.
She was immersed in the beauty this music brought to her, and also felt shocked.
Perhaps under the aura of music, she looked at Zhou Yang and felt that Zhou Yang had a mysterious aura...
"Masterpiece"!
Such a word suddenly appeared in her mind, and when this word appeared, it took root in her heart and could not be removed for a long time.
The saxophone performance of "Going Home" is over.
There was no applause.
She suddenly felt lost, and felt extremely reluctant to let go.
She began to look at Zhou Yang with more and more excitement.
actually……
There is no shortage of young geniuses in this world.
Like countless musicians, they actually showed extraordinary talent when they were young. By the time they were in their twenties, they had become famous all over the world. They were already in the palace, in elegant and solemn palaces,
Admired by countless eyes...
Among the musicians who can be remembered throughout the history of music, which one did not become famous at a young age? Which one is a genius, simply a son of God?
This idea came to Tong Yuan's mind, and after thinking about it, she began to think it was very reasonable.
Geniuses also have levels.
Some geniuses just have better and more outstanding memories than ordinary people.
And some geniuses are no longer the difference between people, or even the huge gap between people and dogs.
Tong Yuan's gaze gradually became intense when he looked at Zhou Yang. If such a person was his student, then...
Tong Yuan, who was not very vain at first, became extremely vain after thinking of some impossible scenes.
Then she shook her head instinctively.
How could Zhou Yang be his student?
Although I was thinking this, pictures emerged in my mind uncontrollably...
"Mr. Kenneth, no, I think the last paragraph is wrong!"
"This melody is not like that!"
Zhou Yang's voice suddenly broke Tong Yuan's fantasy and pulled her into reality.
After "Going Home" was played, there was a long period of dead silence.
Zhou Yang broke the dead silence and walked towards Kenneth...
He did not write music, but hummed the melody.
After Kenneth listened to Zhou Yang hum the melody, the saxophone trembled slightly, then nodded more and played the song "Going Home" again.
The melody sounds again...
Zhou Yang listened to the melody and closed his eyes.
The memory became clearer and clearer, and in the clear memory, he compared it over and over again, relying on his own talent to correct the difference between the "Going Home" played in the original world and Kenneth's playing "Going Home".
Finished blowing...
Zhou Yang shook his head. He couldn't find any difference. It seemed that the two pieces of music overlapped surprisingly well, but subconsciously he felt that something was wrong!
So, he looked at Kenneth: "Mr. Kenneth, blow it again!"
"good!"
Kenneth nodded when he heard this, his cheeks puffed up, and his forehead was covered with sweat, but he still played the melody.
After blowing it once, Zhou Yang shook his head.
"Blow it again? Still wrong!"
"good!"
Kenneth nodded, as if he had returned to the way he looked when he first learned the saxophone and faced the teacher.
But at this moment, he was more excited.
He began to get tired gradually, but the blood all over his body was boiling...
"Blow again..."
"good!"
Time flies.
The expression on John Williams' face changed from surprise to worry, and finally to nervousness.
Other famous musicians also realized something was wrong.
Kenneth and Zhou Yang seemed to have become two fanatical bigots, surrounded by music, constantly fighting against something.
Early in the morning...
One o'clock.
Two o'clock in the morning...
It’s half past three in the morning!
Even John Williams who was standing next to him felt tired just looking at it, let alone Kenneth who was blowing it over and over again.
He saw that his clothes were soaked with sweat.
"Blow again!"
"Mr. Zhou Yang, you can listen to the recording..." John Williams finally couldn't help but stepped forward and looked at Zhou Yang.
"No, you can't listen to the recording. Music needs feeling. I have found that "feeling", and I seem to have found something wrong!" Kenneth shook his head violently.
Although his face was pale, the burning feeling in his eyes became stronger and stronger, and then he started playing again.
Tong Yuan looked at Kenneth.
Her face looked very scary.
I was so nervous that I couldn't breathe.
She glanced at Chairman Zhang Zunlian.
"If...I mean if...if Kenneth falls on this stage, then we...have all become sinners?"
Zhang Zunlian's expression was solemn.
Didn't answer Tong Yuan's question.
If Zhou Yang tortured the world-famous saxophone master Kenneth to death on the stage, then...
In fact, he couldn't even imagine the consequences.
But……
He didn't dare to step forward and disturb, for fear of disturbing something.
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