Chapter 602

The Grand Canal flows through the northern plain of Germany. There are leisurely flowing water, light green water color and silk like wave light in the canal. Zhuoyang didn't know where it originated, only knew that the canal would go to the sea, and the river would return to the sea eventually.

He sat alone on the side of the canal outside the white walls of the victor stadium, watching the still water flow into the distance. Like a lock, the freighters quietly separated and closed the river. Only one small vortex after another was chasing the fleeting wake.

President Angus Mullen's long talk finally led Zhuoyang to find the crux of the problem: he was kind enough to do bad things, and he was blind to be a good man.

Zhuoyang is embracing the lion king song. His original intention is to make everyone happy. Song is happy and uncle dre is happy. He thinks that with his own efforts on the court, the differences between song and uncle dre in tactics can be resolved.

But it's Zhuoyang's big business that makes song forget to despise klopper's authority as the head coach. It also makes Zuoshui not cut the mess quickly because of Zhuoyang's face. Finally, the contradiction has been intensified under the pressure of championship competition at the end of the season.

Practically speaking, if Zhuoyang doesn't take all the responsibility of the old song dynasty, he will be more mature. He will ask three people to be frank and open, and find a good way to accept it. For example, Zhuoyang will give orders on the spot when the Old Song Dynasty's opportunity to intervene, just like Barak and Lucio, rather than letting the old song himself do anything recklessly, I think it will be a happy ending in the end 。

Anyway, Zhuoyang did bad things for the sake of righteousness and friends. He wanted to make everyone happy but he broke the pot. In a highly professional modern football club, Zhuoyang has violated the professional rules and behaved amateur.

Zhuoyang uses music's perceptual thinking to deal with a matter that should be decided by rational logic.

"Zhuoyang, abusing good people is the most important thing. Abusing good people will lose principle and even the bottom line. Zhuoyang, a bad person is more harmful than a pure bad person! "

Old Mullen's teachings are so impressive that Zhuoyang is like a giant. He is a smart man, careful and thoughtful but not narrow-minded, Zhuoyang can accept others' sincere and correct criticism.

Things were wrong at the beginning, but Zhuoyang didn't blame song at this time. Song didn't use him, on the contrary, he just paid special attention to Zhuoyang's position and role in madibao before he came to ask for advice. Song just looked down upon chlop as a young coach.

Zhuoyang doesn't blame Zuoshui either. From the point of view of a coach, klopper didn't do anything wrong. Instead, Zhuoyang's usurpation has hindered him. But in the face of his outstanding captain, Zuoshui can't open his mouth and scold him as much as he did a few years ago.

-- fuck me, it turned out that I accidentally fanned the wind and lit the ghost fire.

Zhuoyang is more depressed and fidgety, knowing that it is the same thing, but the malignant result is there, and no solution is found. Slag uncle and old song are both important people. It's impossible to cooperate with each other. The club is determined to give up old song's evil spirit to slag uncle. Zhuo Yang, the "culprit", just wanted to fight among them, but he couldn't open his mouth at all.

Coupled with the tossing between him and Mido, Zhuoyang now wants to rush to the corner of the war to fight and vent.

The calm water can't calm Zhuoyang's anxious heart at this time, and the gentle spring light can't resolve his grumpiness. The melodious whistle of the freighter seems to laugh at him.

"Zhuoyang, where?" the phone rang It's Professor Carl Norman.

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

It's a strange thing. Music university has never had homework. There is no classroom homework. Learning or not depends on self-consciousness.

Zhuoyang heard that there was an Italian high school teacher named Roberto Neville, who first invented homework in 1905 to punish those students who did not obey the rules. To this day, Neville's tomb and the location of their family's ancestral tomb have become Italian state secrets, which should never be divulged.

Looking at the yellow paper delivered by Professor Norman, Zhuoyang was surprised.

This is a very old staff paper, A3 front and back, which is obviously handwritten notes. However, there is no title or signature on this ancient music score.

Zhuoyang read the score and hummed a few lines, even more surprised: "Arnold Schoenberg?"

"Yes, Schoenberg." Professor Norman nodded: "this is his real work."

Zhuoyang suddenly felt heavy in his hand. Schoenberg was a music giant nearly a hundred years ago. It can be imagined that his handwriting, even in Hanover University of music, is also quite important literature.

"This is Zhuoyang from Schoenberg's six piano pieces. This is Schoenberg's experience in France." most people play this piece just to show that they can control the difficult fingering, but they can't understand it. Zhuoyang, I hope you can. "

Zhuoyang understood, because he left the piano, he rushed out of the door and was in the ground like a meat grinder.

Wearing worn-out horse boots and a worn-out Prussian helmet, Zhuoyang held up his Mauser 98 rifle to charge like a wild animal. The second floor behind him had been burned to ashes. His feet were full of the bodies of his companions, some familiar and some unfamiliar, some men, some women and some children. They were all corpses. The canal was running with the dazzling red river.Zhuoyang is covered with intestines and viscera. He can't remember how many people he killed. Killing has become his only instinct at this time.

The moon in the sky also turned bloody red. The whole world was full of violence, anger and blood. Zhuoyang roared and killed people until a bullet from Markham's water-cooled heavy machine gun pierced his head.

The piano stopped suddenly, Zhuoyang was sweating!