Golden Greenery

\u003c"readability-styled" style=":inline;"\u003eActually, Zhuo Yang is not so careless. He recommended Rand to be the vice-captain just because he could drink. If this is true, the Russian Yuri Zhirkov should be the king of Madiburg. There is a difference between Zhuoyang's drinking capacity and Zhirkov's by two Arshavins.

The reason why Zhuoyang recommended Rand was due to an inner intuition. This feeling originated from the life-and-death battle in the final round of the C-League more than a year ago.

In that game, because Piggy, the Five Musketeers and Dwarf Tiger Hasler were suspended or injured, Zhuoyang could only lead the vast majority of substitute-based lineups to fight against the powerful enemy Elgerberg. In that game, Zhuoyang tried to carry the entire team on his shoulders, but he was exhausted and almost collapsed. Fortunately, at the most critical moment, Carl Rand's words "Zhuoyang, please trust me" woke him up, and Zhuoyang finally let go of his burden and led the team to the second level.

That game was a great inspiration to Zhuo Yang. Since then, he has only focused on what he is best at in the game, and will no longer look at one thing or the other, and no longer hesitate. Even if a teammate makes a mistake due to ability issues, it doesn't matter, I will just call back. Even if his teammates are not capable enough to deal with his opponents, Zhuo Yang will not be afraid. Since you can stand on the court, it means that you are the most suitable person for this position in the current team, then I will always trust you.

If I lose the ball, I just hit it back. It’s not a big deal because that’s what I’m best at.

Zhuoyang's mentality makes him behave on the court in a majestic and leader-like manner. Therefore, Zhuo Yang has now become the only core player on the field in Fort Madi, relying on him on both offense and defense, but he has not appeared tired or anxious, whether leading or lagging behind. This is the benefit of mental growth, which is even more important than technical and tactical growth.

And all of this stems from Mad Dog Rand's advice to him more than a year ago, although it was not Rand's intention.

He couldn't say why, but Zhuoyang intuitively believed that Rand was a person who could lead his teammates through this incident. At this point, he was more suitable than Rock Dras. Zhuo Yang couldn't tell the specific reason, or he couldn't sum it up.

So, he recommended Rand to the club. With his status in Fort Madi, it would be no big deal to recommend a vice-captain. But this reason cannot be clearly explained to Rand: Well, I am just intuition, sixth sense, and I can just count with my fingers...

That would become metaphysics, which would make it even more unclear, and would make Rand find it even more unbelievable, so Zhuoyang would just talk nonsense. The direct lineage and the natives were all just reasons for him to settle after the fact, and the amount of alcohol was sheer nonsense. I just recommend it, you can think about it as you please.

Whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway!

Rand had no choice but to believe it. Zhuoyang had just told him that the ingredients for the eel segment were a kind of fat-headed fish plus tofu, and he still believed it.

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"...You don't even know that the cut tofu is not much thicker than a hair. Then it is immediately put in boiling water and then dried immediately, sprinkled with sesame oil and poured with juice, tsk tsk..."

Zhuo Yang didn't like to talk about football at home, and with his sister nearby, it was obviously inappropriate to talk about women and sex with Rand. So, he and Rand started talking about Chinese food. When it comes to eating, Zhuoyang's abilities are so great that he makes Rand feel cute and faint.

"...That bastard, oh, it's the turtle. It's hot, and it makes it thirsty when it's hot. Oh, there happened to be a plate of sauce in front of it, and it licked and licked... The more it licked, the thirstier it became, and the saltier it became. The more thirsty you are, the more you lick. Imagine this scene... After you finish licking the juice, the turtle will be just cooked. Tsk, that's a delicious thing..."

Rand is about to collapse!

"Hey, why do you look so ugly? Why don't you stop drinking beer and have some juice..."

‘Cool tom’! Rand sat down from the sofa on the floor.

"...Juice."

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Rand didn't dare to listen any more. He was afraid he would go crazy.

"...Zhuoyang,

I heard that the new piano you bought has a very good sound. Is it a Kingsburg? "When you have nothing to say, find something to talk about. It doesn't matter what you say, just change the subject. It can be about piano or tractor.

"Hey, you have to ask about this, Karl. The Ginsberg is really good. I used to use Bechstein and Mendelssohn in the piano room. You have also seen them. I heard about this Ginsberg. I have never played it before. Let me tell you, especially the resonance of the bass, tsk tsk..."

"Hey, forget it, come on, I'll play it for you."

Zhuoyang knew that Rand was a piano fanatic, and a fancier with a very high appreciation threshold, although he could only listen but not play.

Hannover is a city of music, and almost every citizen can play an instrument or two. Although Carl Rand didn't know how to play, he had a very good appreciation of music, especially the piano. He knew it was a mule or a horse as soon as he heard it.

Pulling Rand to the white Kingsburg grand piano in the piano room upstairs, Zhuo Yang played "Revolutionary Etude in C Minor" at his fingertips. He had been playing Chopin a lot recently. After the opening of several powerful and abrupt dominant seventh chords, the main melody is followed by a series of grainy minor chords. Of course, since he was playing for himself in order to show off his timbre to Rand, Zhuo Yang made the rhythm slower, which was equivalent to slow practice.

"Listen to it, how do you like it? How do you like it when you listen to the timbres of these bass chords? I step on the pedal and you listen again, how do you like it?"

As a somewhat advanced piano appreciation enthusiast, Mad Dog Rand is of course very familiar with Chopin's "Revolutionary Etude in C Minor". He is at the level where he can see the majesty and brilliant hope beneath the pathos of this piece. Rand nodded slightly and expressed his appreciation for the piano's tone while listening.

"I'll play some overtones for you... How about it? My Chopin has a bit of a blues feel, hahaha... Isn't it awesome? I'm so awesome..."

"..." Rand: "Zhuoyang, you said that when the masters were composing such a classic song..., did they first determine the main melody and then mingle various chords and chords into it, or did they just Need a main theme?”

"Well... I think when the masters thought of these classics in their minds, they must have expressed the associated chords together. This should be a whole." Zhuoyang was chatting with Rand, but there was nothing under his hands. stop.

"I even sometimes feel that many main melodies are actually designed to match the expression of chords, especially in the Andante. Listen..."

"If I stop the left hand chord and only express the main melody of the music, and you listen to it again... you will see that the music is still the same, but it is not this music anymore."

"Actually, the movement is not that complicated. Only the main melody will not become a tune. The chords do not affect the melody, but they determine the life of the movement. The expression of chords must be readily available and you cannot be unprepared when changing. Whether it is bass, High notes, no matter if it’s a major or minor key, there’s no chord or movement!”

Zhuo Yang was talking eloquently, and when he turned around to look, Carl Rand was already sitting blankly.

"Revolutionary Etude in C minor" enters the B part of the explosive emotional catharsis, a magnificent heroic spirit.

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