The vast canal flows through the plains of northern Germany. There are leisurely flowing water in the canal, light green water, like silk waves. Zhuo Yang doesn't know where it originated, but only knows that the canal will go to the sea, and the river will eventually be
Back to the sea.
He sat alone on the canal outside the white high walls of Victor Stadium, watching the quiet river flow into the distance. The passing freighters quietly separated the river like zippers and closed it quietly, with only one small one after another
The vortex is chasing the fleeting wake.
Chairman Angus Mullen's long talk finally made Zhuo Yang find the crux of the problem - he did bad things with kindness and became a bad person by himself.
Zhuo Yang patted the lion king Lao Song with a big bag. His original intention was to make everyone happy. Lao Song was happy and Uncle Zha was happy. He believed that with his efforts on the field, Lao Song and Uncle Zha could resolve the tactical tactics of Lao Song and Uncle Zha.
Differences.
But it was Zhuo Yang's big takeover that made Lao Song lose face and despise Klopp's authority as the head coach, and also made Uncle Slag without cutting the mess due to Zhuo Yang's face. In the end, the conflicts are expected to be fought at the end of the season.
The pressure of the crown has been intensified.
To be honest, if Zhuo Yang doesn't take care of Lao Song, but is more mature, ask Uncle Zha openly and find a good way to accept all of them, such as Zhuo Yang's chance to get the opportunity to get Lao Song in front of the field.
The orders were issued on the spot, just like Barack and Lucio, instead of letting Lao Song do whatever he wanted, it would be a happy ending in the end.
No matter what, Zhuo Yang did bad things for his loyalty and friends, and wanted everyone to be happy but got the blame. In a highly professional modern football club, Zhuo Yang violated his professional rules and his actions seemed to be
amateur.
Zhuo Yang used the emotional thinking of music to deal with things that should be decided by rational logic.
"Zhuo Yang, it is the most unfair to abuse good people. Abuse of good people will lose principles and even lose the bottom line. Zhuo Yang, abuse of good people will harm others and yourself more than a purely bad person!"
Lao Malun's teachings were shocking, and Zhuo Yang was enlightened. He was a smart person, with a small mind and a lot of thinking but not narrow-mindedness. Zhuo Yang could accept other people's sincere and correct criticism.
The matter was wrong at the beginning, but Zhuo Yang did not blame Lao Song at this time. Lao Song did not use him. On the contrary, he valued Zhuo Yang's status and role in Madibao so he came to ask for advice. Lao Song just looked down on his actions.
Young head coach Klopp.
Zhuo Yang doesn't blame Uncle Zha. From the perspective of a head coach, Klopp did not make any mistakes. Instead, Zhuo Yang's interfering affairs have caused him a constraint. However, facing his own outstanding team captain, Uncle Zha can no longer be like before.
I've been cursing after opening my mouth for a few years.
——Fuck, it turned out that I accidentally stormed the cold wind and lit the ghost fire.
Zhuo Yang became even more depressed and irritable. He knew that this was the case, but the vicious result was there and no solution was found. Uncle Zha and Lao Song were both shameless people, so it was impossible to continue working together. The club was solid.
He wanted to destroy Lao Song and let Uncle Zha out of anger. The culprit Zhuo Yang wanted to deal with it, but he couldn't open his mouth at all.
Coupled with the troubles between him and Mido, Zhuo Yang wanted to rush to some corner of war to fight and vent his vent.
The peaceful river water could not soothe Zhuo Yang's anxious heart at this time, and the gentle spring light could not resolve the hostility in his heart. The melodious whistle of the freighter seemed to be a mockery of him.
The phone rang out: "Zhuo Yang, where is it?" It was the instructor Professor Carl Norman.
"Come to my office and take away your homework for today."
This is strange. There is never a saying in the music university. There is no homework or classwork. It depends entirely on self-consciousness if you like to study or not.
Zhuo Yang heard from fat Raiola that there was an Italian middle school teacher named Roberto Nevilles. He first invented homework in 1905 to punish those unruly students. Today,
Nevilles' tomb and the location of their family's ancestral tomb have become Italian state secrets and will never be disclosed in the slightest.
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Zhuo Yang was very surprised when he looked at the yellowed paper handed over by Professor Norman.
This is a very old piece of five-line spectral paper. The front and back of A3 are obviously handwritten notes on it. However, this ancient music score has no name, no surname, no title, and no signature.
Zhuo Yang hummed a few lines while reciting the score, and was even more surprised: "Arnold Schoenberg?"
"Yes, Schoenberg." Professor Norman nodded: "This is his authenticity."
Zhuo Yang suddenly felt heavy in his hands. Schoenberg was a music master nearly a hundred years ago. It is conceivable that his handwriting was a very important document even at the University of Music in Hannover.
"This is the sixth of Schoenberg's six piano songs. It is not very popular in the classical music industry, and it is a little cold." Professor Norman explained to Zhuo Yang.
Zhuo Yang actually doesn't like playing Arnold Schoenberg's works very much in daily life. He just played it twice in accordance with the situation. Zhuo Yang doesn't like Schoenberg's piano sketches.
The feeling of fragmented, messy and disordered notes, and Schoenberg is more popular with his symphonies, suites and operas, etc., which can better represent Schoenberg's twelve-tone system.
"That's your homework, hand it back to me tomorrow morning and talk about it."
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At night, Zhuo Yang is still immersed in the movement of "Schoenberg's Sixth Piano Sketch". From the initial obscure, exaggeration, deformation and weirdness, he gradually listened to the pathological psychology of despair, fear, tension, pain, etc. or
mood.
"Zhuo Yang, this was created by Schoenberg in France when he witnessed the tragic tragedy of World War I. It is said that his piano was only separated by a broken window from the battlefield."
The movement in front of Zhuo Yang turned into a fragmented bloody corpse. The war was burning outside his window, and the soldiers shouted and charged repeatedly. The explosion of the Krupp Cannon shells reflected the night sky like day, and the burning fire of trees shone through the window lattice.
On the white wall in the room, it flashed and seemed to be the entrance to hell.
"Most of people play this song just to show off their difficult fingering techniques, but they can't understand it. Zhuo Yang, I hope you can."
Zhuo Yang understood, because he left the piano, he rushed out of the door and was in a battlefield like a meat grinder.
Stepping on tattered horse boots and wearing a broken Prussian helmet, Zhuo Yang lifted up the Mauser 98 rifle to charge like a beast. The second floor behind him had already burned to ashes, and his feet were all the corpses of his companions. He was familiar with it.
There are also unfamiliar ones, including men, women and children. They are all corpses, and the dazzling red river water flows in the canal.
Zhuo Yang was covered with intestines and internal organs. He couldn't remember how many people he had killed. Killing had become his only instinct at this time.
The moon in the sky also turned blood red, and the whole world was full of violence, anger and blood. Zhuo Yang roared and killed people until a bullet from a Maxim water-cooled heavy machine gun pierced his head.
Chapter completed!