—True classical music was never an emotional massage chair. It was a codebook that required active decoding.
This was what Debussy had tried to tell the people of his era through the music he upheld.
These words,
when placed in Europe centuries ago, perhaps could not have been fully understood through the perceptions of people at the time.
But when time passed,
and they were spoken by Lin Tian in this world ruled by Pop Music,
Lin Tian believed
that there would definitely, definitely be people who could feel it.
Lin Tian was not great enough to change the world, but standing on the Dragon Qin Cup stage at this moment, changing everyone present who was listening to the music—that was enough!
"Brother Moonlight, why did you create music like this?"
Watching the scene unfold, Zhang Dong could only sigh with a bitter, pained smile.
"Wasn't Gun Out Like a Dragon good? Everyone could have sat here without needing to think, quietly enjoying the beautiful music you brought. You could have earned the judges' approval, everyone could have been happy, and that would have been enough."
"But why did you insist on creating a piece like Moonlight?"
"Why did you insist on making everyone solve a puzzle with you, like cracking a code, guessing what the piece meant and what it was trying to express?"
"You could so easily have written music that got everyone excited, like The Dance of a Lifetime, like 'Canon.' Weren't those pieces good?"
"Why did you have to make everyone unable to enjoy themselves, unable to listen casually, forcing them to think along with you?"
As Zhang Dong muttered on and on, his expression grew increasingly complicated.
In this piece, Moonlight,
Brother Moonlight displayed musical talent that could only be called world-class.
Through his unresolved