Between the keys and sin, we play taboo.
My name is Cheng Ning, I am seventeen years old, the son of a pianist. My fingers were supposed to be used for drawing, until a car accident crushed my dreams, and my father said, "Let's express it in another way."
Only later did I understand what "expression" he meant.
When the music theory teacher poured sperm into my throat, my father collected evidence in the refrigerator; when the melody of "Nocturne" was knocked to pieces, he measured my spine with his canine teeth; when the black and white keys reflected two entangled bodies, I finally understood: this piano was originally a prison built for me.
◆The gloomy, control-freak musician father x his son who surrendered to Stockholm
◆First-person psychological record of Lingchi, full of specimens, pianos, and morbid domestication
◆All "teaching" is blasphemy, all "evidence" is a love letter
◆The author is a music student, and his professional description ensures the accuracy and distortion of piano playing:)
Warning: True. Father and son, world view crusher, atypical literature (victims actively cooperate in collecting evidence)
The full text is 10,000 words, suitable for drinking the single "Goldberg Variations" late at night.
——"Now, please judge me - use the penis you left in the seam of the piano, use the numbered evidence in the refrigerator, and use all the variation techniques you taught me."
Concept: A music student's random thoughts