Realizing that Su Zhengliang didn't seem to have much confidence in himself, Professor Calder said with relief, "Maybe you have doubts about your abilities after listening to my evaluation of you just now. There are indeed many talented students among my students, but
Su, you are better than my other students in every aspect. Therefore, I recommended you to Schneider for this competition."
Su Zhengliang looked at Professor Calder, who looked forward to it with a bit of eagerness, "This opportunity is so rare. I don't know how many young people hope to stand out from the competition and realize their dreams."
Su Zhengliang looked silently at the bright black and white keyboard, and then set his sights on the Heidelberg Castle standing on a high mountain on the north bank of the Neckar River in the distance.
The majestic old castle built with dark red brick walls is like the patron saint of the city, waiting silently and remaining standing despite hundreds of years of wind, frost, snow and rain.
Su Zhengliang, do you still remember the purpose of your coming to Germany this time? Do you still remember the dream you have had in your heart for many years? No matter what happens, your heart must stick to your beliefs like that majestic castle.
Never change.
After pondering for a long time, his fair face seemed to regain some confidence and calmness, "Professor, thank you for your love for me. This is a good opportunity for me, and I will try my best to fight for it."
Professor Calder nodded with satisfaction, "Very good. In addition to the prescribed repertoire, there is also an optional repertoire. What are you going to play?"
Su Zhengliang answered without hesitation, ""Dream of Love"."
This time it was Professor Calder who was surprised. He raised his white eyebrows and asked a little uncertainly, "Are you sure?"
"Yes."
Karl's professor pondered for a long time, and looked at Su Zhengliang with his dark brown eyes, "There is no problem with the difficulty of this piece, but I think it is not suitable for you to choose this piece as your current song."
Competition repertoire.”
Su Zhengliang lowered his head and touched the small ornament around his neck. His dark lake-like eyes were blank for a moment.
"I know, but this piece of music means a lot to me. It contains too much of my past and memories, so I want to play it in the competition. I hope that by playing it, my soul can be refreshed.
Becoming stronger allows me to forget all the melancholy and pain of the past and open up the starting point of a new life."
Professor Calder did not ignore Su Zhengliang's little gesture. From the first time he saw this young man with a slightly melancholy face, he knew that something must have happened to him.
Every time he showed uneasiness and hesitation, he would touch the ornament around his neck. Perhaps, this thing was very important to him, or it was given to him by a very important person.
This child is too attached to the past. If he can hone his mind through this competition and let him forget the unpleasant memories of the past, it might not be a bad idea.
Thinking of this, Professor Calder nodded lightly and said, "Okay."
A rare smile appeared on his indifferent face, and Su Zhengliang smiled knowingly, "Thank you, Professor."
"Dong dong, my dear, dinner is ready, you can come out."
"I'm sorry, Professor, for bothering you for so long. I'll be here today."
Su Zhengliang stood up from the piano bench as he spoke, sorted out the piano music, put the lid on the piano and walked out.
Seeing that Su Zhengliang was about to leave, Professor Calder hurriedly called him, "Su, it's already very late. Why don't you stay for dinner?"
Su Zhengliang turned around slightly, waved his hand and said, "No, I'm going back first."
When we left Professor Calder's house, the sun had completely sunk below the horizon.
The Neckar River at night is a little less comfortable and a little more quiet. The dark blue river water sparkles in the bright moonlight. On both sides of the river, typical German national style buildings are nestled against the mountains.
The little lights, like shining pearls, set off against the background, which is extremely beautiful.
Breathing the cold air and listening to the faint sound of music coming from the river, Su Zhengliang was stunned for a moment.
When I walked to the ancient bridge that I had walked before, the old man was still there, and the song was still playing, Liszt's "Dream of Love".
However, this time the old man did not close his eyes while playing, and his pale blue turbid eyes flickered faintly under the light of the bridge lights.
The old man saw Su Zhengliang walking in front of him, nodded to him, and then threw himself into playing again.
At the end of the song, the old man put down his violin and bow, stared into Su Zhengliang's eyes and said calmly, "You're here."
"Yes."
"Young man, do you like this piece of music?"
Su Zhengliang nodded slightly and moved his lips slightly, "Liszt's "Dream of Love" was my favorite song ever."
A slight smile appeared on the old man's face washed away by time, "Young man, we are really destined to each other. My wife's favorite song during her lifetime happened to be this song."
Su Zhengliang thought he heard wrongly. He raised his eyebrows in confusion, "Old sir, your wife..."
The old man confirmed, "Yes, she passed away."
"I'm sorry…
There was no trace of sadness on the old man's face, "Today is her birthday. I used to play this song for her every birthday. Young man, do you know that she and I met on this bridge?"
Back then, she was standing where you are now, watching me play this piece of music on this violin."
Su Zhengliang wanted to say some comforting words to the old man, but he didn't know where to start. He just listened quietly to the old man's words as if talking to himself.
"Even though she is no longer here, I will still come here every year on this day, standing where I stood back then, and play this piece of music for her."
Su Zhengliang said from the bottom of his heart, "Your wife is really happy to have a husband who loves her so much."
"Yes, we are very happy. Every time I pick up the violin and play "Dream of Love", I feel as if she is by my side and has never left," the old man said, gently stroking the wooden
The body of the piano, with a trace of nostalgia in the gloomy voice, "Young man, if you meet the person you love, please cherish it."
The black pupils shrank, Su Zhengliang subconsciously touched the pendant around his neck, and his melancholy voice was like the brush of a feather, light and traceless, "Thank you, but I can no longer love you."
The old man asked in surprise, "Why? Love is so beautiful and brings us happiness, but you..."
Su Zhengliang said very negatively, "Old sir, maybe you are right, maybe love has really brought me happiness and joy. However, if you are immersed in this joy, you suddenly find that this is just an illusion.
Sweet dream, what should you do?"
The old man replied disapprovingly, "But at least you have loved and tasted the sweetness and beauty of love. Even if it is illusory, what does it matter?"