Golden Greenery Chapter 251

The mighty canal flows through the northern plains of Germany. The canal has flowing water, light green water, and silky waves. Zhuo Yang did not know where it originated, only that the canal would go to the sea, and the river would eventually return to the sea.

He was sitting alone on the canal outside the white high wall of Victor Stadium, watching the quiet river flow into the distance. The freighter passing by quietly separated and closed the river like a zipper, and only one small vortex after another was chasing the fleeting wake.

Chairman Angus Mullen's long talk finally let Zhuo Yang find the crux of the problem-he has done bad things kindly, and he has been a good man.

Zhuo Yang patted the lion king Lao Song with a big breast. His original intention was to make everyone happy. Lao Song was happy and Uncle Jade was happy. He believed that with his efforts on the field, he could resolve Lao Song and Uncle Jacques' tactics. Differences.

But it was Zhuo Yang's big bag, which made Lao Song forget to despise Klopp's authority as the head coach, and also let Uncle Zha prevent Zhuo Yang's face from being sharp. Eventually, the accumulation of contradictions was intensified under the weight of the championship at the end of the season.

To be practical, if Zhuo Yang is not a big deal for Lao Song, but is more mature, he and the three uncles are open and honest, and find a good method that can be accepted. For example, Lao Song's pre-timing opportunity is on the field by Zhuo Yang. Before the machine issued orders, just like Barak and Lucio, instead of Ren Laosong doing it arbitrarily, it would be a happy ending in the end.

No matter what they say, Zhuo Yang has done bad things kindly for his loyalty and for his friends. In a highly professional modern football club, Zhuo Yang violated his professional laws and behaved as an amateur.

Zhuo Yang used the emotional thinking of music to deal with a matter that should be decided by rational logic.

"Zuo Yang, abuse of good people is the most important thing. Abuse of good people will lose the principle and even the bottom line. Zhuo Yang, abuse of good people is more harmful than pure bad people!"

Old Mullen's teachings were shocking, and Zhuo Yang was like a divine initiation. He is a wise man, careful to think a lot, but not narrow, Zhuo Yang can accept the heartfelt and correct criticism of others.

The thing was wrong at the beginning, but Zhuo Yang didn't complain to Lao Song at this time. Lao Song didn't use him. On the contrary, it was because he valued Zhuo Yang's status and role in Fort Maddie before asking for advice. Lao Song just looked down on his actions. Klopp, the young head coach.

Zhuo Yang does not complain about Uncle Zaku. From a coach's perspective, Klopp did not make a mistake. Instead, Zhuo Yang's Yueli acting on his behalf caused him constraints. But in the face of his outstanding captain, Uncle Za can no longer be like the former. In a few years, I opened my mouth and scolded.

——Fuck, it turns out that I inadvertently incite the wind and light the ghost fire.

Zhuo Yang was more depressed and irritable, and knew that this was the case, but the vicious results were there, and no solution was found. Both Uncle Jade and Lao Song are serious people. It is impossible to work together anymore. The club is determined to abolish Lao Song and give this uncle a bad breath. "The culprit" Zhuo Yang just wanted to work around it one or two, and he couldn't open his mouth at all.

Coupled with the struggle with Mido, Zhuo Yang now wants to rush to which corner of the war to fight and vent.

The serene river can't smooth Zhuo Yang's restless heart at this time, nor can the gentle spring light dissolve the anger in his heart. The melodious whistle of the freighter seemed to laugh at him.

The phone sounded: "Zhuo Yang, where is it?" is the tutor Professor Karl Norman.

"Come to my office and take your homework today."

This is a strange thing. The Music University has never said that there is no homework, no homework in the classroom.

Zhuo Yang heard the fat man Laiola said that there was an Italian middle school teacher named Roberto Nevilles, who first invented homework in 1905 to punish those who did not follow the rules. Today, the tomb of Nevilles and the location of their family's ancestral graves have become Italian state secrets, and they dare not divulge anything.

Looking at the yellowed paper handed over by Professor Norman, Zhuo Yang was surprised.

This is a very old sheet music paper, A3 front and back, it is clearly handwritten notes. It's just that there is no title, no title and no payment on this ancient sheet music.

Zhuo Yangnian hummed a few lines in the spectrum, even more surprised: "Arnold Schoenberg?"

"Yes, Schoenberg." Professor Norman nodded. "This is his real story."

Zhuo Yang suddenly felt heavy in his hands. Schoenberg was a music master almost a hundred years ago. It is conceivable that his handwriting is a very important document even at Hanover Music University.

"This is the sixth of Schoenberg's six piano tunes. It is not very popular in the classical music industry and is a little cold." Professor Norman explained to Zhuo Yang.

Zhuo Yang doesn't really like playing Arnold Schoenberg's works everyday. Including this small song, he just played it twice as expected. Zhuo Yang does not like the fragmented, messy and disordered notes in Schoenberg's piano sketches, and Schoenberg is more popular for his symphonies, suites, operas, etc., which are more representative of Schoenberg Twelve tone train system.

"This is your homework. Give it back to me tomorrow morning~www.mtlnovel.com~ and talk about it."

At night, Zhuo Yang is still immersed in the movement of "Schoenberg's Sixth Piano Sketch". From the beginning of obscurity, exaggeration, distortion and weirdness, he gradually listened to the morbid psychology of despair, fear, tension, pain and other mood.

"Zhuo Yang, this was created by Schoenberg in France, who witnessed the tragedy of the First World War in person. It was said that his piano was only a broken window away from the battlefield."

The movement in front of Zhuo Yang turned into a fragmented **** corpse, the fire was burning outside his window, and the soldiers shouted and charged repeatedly. The burst of the Krupp Cannon shells reflected the night sky like a day, the burning fire of the trees shone through the window on the white wall in the room, blinking like the entrance of hell.

"The vast majority of people play this piece just to show off that they can handle difficult fingerings, but they can't understand it. Zhuo Yang, I hope you can."

Zhuo Yangtan understood, because he left the piano, he rushed out of the door and placed in a meat grinder-like battlefield.

Stepping on tattered riding boots and wearing an already torn Prussian helmet, Zhuo Yang lifted the Mauser 98 rifle and charged like a beast. The small second floor behind him was already burnt to ashes, and his feet were full of companions' bodies. There are also unfamiliar, there are men, women and children, they are all corpses, the canal is running the dazzling red water.

Zhuo Yang was covered with broken pieces of intestines and internal organs. He could not 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, the whole world was full of tyranny, anger and blood, Zhuo Yang screamed to kill, until a bullet of Mark Qin water-cooled heavy machine gun penetrated his head.

The sound of the piano came to an abrupt stop, Zhuo Yang was sweating!

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