When Lin Tian returned to the lounge,
in the blink of an eye,
a group of pianists crowded around him.
"Teacher Lin, this 'Croatian Rhapsody' is incredible! How did you compose it?"
"Could you explain in detail how you used the octave scales and rapid arpeggios in the final section?"
"How did you use harmony in the development section? How did you come up with something so ingenious?"
"Is the music about war? Which war in Croatia is it about?"
"Could you tell us the story behind this piece?"
Several younger-looking pianists had squeezed their way in front of Lin Tian.
They surrounded him, competing to voice their questions.
Those who carried themselves with more reserve due to their age or status, burdened by the airs of musicians, did not step forward, but they all pricked up their ears to listen.
What shone in the eyes of the people before him was an utterly pure thirst for musical knowledge.
They had no interest in anything else. They were simply looking at it from the perspective of people who loved music.
In the past, Lin Tian might have brushed them off.
But this time, he did not refuse.
Instead, he found a place to sit in the lounge and slowly began speaking to the young pianists before him.
"This 'Croatian Rhapsody' was..."
Although the piece had not been written by Lin Tian, he had a vast Music Library and a wealth of information on musicians in his head.
Combined with his already considerable understanding of music, it was not difficult for him to muddle through and explain the general ideas behind its composition, mixing in a few of his own takes.
As for the vaguer parts that lacked specific details,
Lin Tian did not mention them, and the others