Two years later, the early spring wind in Heidelberg was like a naughty elf descending from the sky, shuttling and playing in this city full of vitality and art.
As the sun sets, tourists stroll along the Neckar River Bridge on this ancient Heidelberg bridge with hundreds of years of history, or admire the simple-style classical buildings on both sides of the river, or enjoy
Listening to the intoxicating breeze blowing slowly on the river bank, the unique beauty of this city is deeply imprinted in my mind.
A thin and tall figure walked on an ancient bridge crowded with tourists. The aloofness and indifference emanating from him were incompatible with the bright smiles and laughter of the tourists beside him.
Alone, he hurriedly walked north along the south side of the bridge. At this time, a melodious violin sound came to his ears along with the wind on the river.
The familiar melody seemed to bring back memories of the past, and his pace gradually slowed down.
Following the direction of the sound, he saw an old man playing alone standing under the statue of Athena on the north side of the bridge.
He frowned his forehead slightly, and his pale and handsome face looked a bit desolate and lonely under the sunset.
Lowering his eyes slightly, he took a few steps forward and walked up to the old man.
At this time, the old man was closing his eyes, quietly immersed in his own music world. There was only an intoxicated look on his vicissitudes of face covered with criss-crossing ravines, as if he was the only one in the world at this moment.
The music that contains deep emotions, as well as the helplessness and sorrow that cannot be expressed in the heart, is vividly expressed in the music played by the old man. Perhaps, only people who have personally experienced these complex and bitter emotions can play such heart-pounding music.
melody.
He listened silently, and the cold and solemn expression on his face softened slightly with the emotional changes in the melody. In just a moment, the melancholy expression was quickly replaced by the original indifference and desolation.
Just as he was about to leave, a gust of wind blew from the river and blew down the music on the music stand. He hurriedly squatted down and picked up the music that had been blown down by the wind.
He subconsciously looked through the content on the music score. When he saw the familiar notes and the music on the staff, his indifferent and narrow eyes opened slightly.
Involuntarily touching the small pendant around his neck, he silently packed up the music for the old man and turned to leave.
In an instant, the clear music floating across the Neckar River suddenly stopped, and a melancholy voice came from behind, "Young man, thank you."
He retracted his steps, turned sideways and looked at the old man, his gentle voice was as gentle as ever, "You're welcome."
The old man put down his violin and bow and asked calmly, "Young man, you have actually been standing in front of me for a while. Since you like my performance, why don't you listen to it to the end?"
He opened his mouth slightly, "I... am in a hurry."
The old man's blue eyes revealed the wisdom and calmness of his age, "If you were really in a hurry, you wouldn't have stayed so long and picked up the score for me."
That piece of music, at a certain moment, seems to bring everything to another poignant world, and those things buried deep in the heart are also unearthed.
Staring at the sad-faced Oriental in front of him, the old man sighed slightly and said, "Okay, young man, maybe I shouldn't mind my own business. If you are in a hurry, just leave quickly."
Hearing what the old man said, he said nothing, then bowed to the old man and left in a hurry.
**********In a house on the south bank of the Neckar River, a soft and sad piano sound could be heard faintly. The sad and crying emotion seemed to break the hearts of those who listened.
An old man in his early sixties was sitting on the sofa, humming softly with his eyes closed. Not far from him, a thin black figure was leaning over a dark grand piano, playing breathlessly.
When the ball hit somewhere, the old man suddenly said, "Stop."
His dexterous hands with clear joints stopped on the keyboard. He raised his head slightly and looked at the old man.
"Su, your feelings here are not strong and deep enough. You must know that although Liszt's "Dream of Love" was inspired by poetry, its mood is relatively low and it expresses the sad emotions of life, separation and death. However,
You are now using the piano to express it, so the heroic enthusiasm here needs to be strengthened."
Su Zhengliang moved his cold fingers and said in a calm voice, "Professor, I understand."
"No, you don't understand. From the video of your playing played by Schneider to me, although your music style had not yet been formed at that time, I can hear that you are full of yearning and longing for love. The same "
"Dream of Love" is completely different from what you are playing now. Su, your technique is impeccable, your emotions are delicate, and your expressiveness is very rich. However, I found that when you play some love-themed works,
Your music always makes me feel that you are confused and uneasy, you are so careful but at a loss as to what to do."
Staring at Su Zhengliang's complicated and melancholy expression, the old man's slightly cloudy brown eyes flickered, "Child, I can see that you are confused. Perhaps, you have been deeply hurt by love, so that you have become what you are now.
What does it look like?”
Su Zhengliang lowered his long eyelashes silently and replied feebly, "Yes... I have been hurt before..."
The old man said with some regret, "I'm sorry, kid, I shouldn't have asked you this, it brought back bad memories for you, I'm sorry."
Su Zhengliang moved his lips slightly, "It doesn't matter, I don't care anymore."
A trace of deepness flashed across the old man's energetic face, "Su, no matter how you were hurt by love, at least you have tasted the sweetness and beauty of love. Now you are like a lost child who doesn't know who you are.
What do you want? If possible, you can try to find love again. Maybe, by then, you won’t become so melancholy and confused.”
Su Zhengliang nodded slowly, "Professor, thank you for your kindness, I will do it."
"I have something here." As if he suddenly remembered something, the old man stood up and took out an envelope from the desk drawer and handed it into Su Zhengliang's hand.
Su Zhengliang was slightly surprised when he saw that the recipient's signature on the envelope was Calder's name, "Professor, this letter is for you, how can I..."
Professor Calder smiled lovingly, "Open it and take a look."
Su Zhengliang opened the envelope at the instruction of Carl's professor and took a look. A bit of surprise and surprise flashed in his eyes, "This is..."
"Entry Form for the Van Cliburn International Piano Competition."
After a moment of excitement, Su Zhengliang frowned and asked with some uncertainty, "Professor, is this for me?"
Professor Calder nodded, "The competition is scheduled for a week before Halloween. You have half a year to prepare."
Su Zhengliang thought for a while and said uneasily, "But Professor, I have only studied with you for a short time, and there are many young people who are better than me. I'm afraid that I..."