fingers of musicians

"Musicians' Fingers" Author: Gong Ziyou

brief introduction:

Originally titled "Chief Lu's Finger"

The full-length novel of "There are always regrets in life, but I can't be short of you".

The story of the principal violinist Lu Zaoqiu and the composer and pianist Zhong Guanbai.

There are all completed resources at the top of Weibo @CP 公子优

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Preface

When this article is about [-] words long, I decided to write a foreword for this article. There are no spoilers in the foreword, and readers who are not interested can skip it directly.Since it is not a research paper, there is no need to create a bunch of backgrounds, themes, and meanings for writing the foreword. It seems that this article can be as useful as you like.

Most of the length of this article is written according to one's heart, and even for the sake of one's heart, some stories lack the sense of reality of the time when they happened.

Regarding some history, I checked some research materials and learned some facts. I bit the bullet and read the real events that happened to ordinary people. I felt very uncomfortable. If the author did not explain that it was for some For the investigation and research of historical events, readers may think that the author has made up some absurd stories that are illogical and human.

It should be said that these events lacked a sense of reality to me.

Before I started writing, I made a choice, whether to get closer to the truth of historical materials, or to get closer to the truth that I yearn for in my heart.Later I thought, if you want to see the most real thing, you can just read history, why should I write, is my pen more powerful than history itself?

Another point.

I don't want to imprint this article with a strong sense of time, so I avoided some nouns with a strong sense of time when I wrote it. Of course, it is impossible to completely avoid it.One reason for doing this is: I am reflecting on a question-is the tragedy of millions of people really just caused by a certain historical event and the people who participated in that historical event?With the event over, a generation old, will those things never happen again?

Probably not.It happens, it just changes heads and faces, puts on other clothes, keeps appearing and disappearing in places we are aware of and unconsciously.

I dare not criticize that era coldly, as if I and my era are clean.

So I thought, let's fit in with the truth I yearn for: people have flaws, but they also have warmth.Defects never go away, and neither does temperature.

Oh, and the most important point is that I am an inferior author, an illiterate, there is no doubt about it.

The birth of this article originally originated from a piece of music: "MichaelMeetsMozart".

Because of this song, there is a short story "Shortcomings" by Chief Lu and Mr. Zhong.Because "Shortcomings" is too thin (of course not only in terms of length), I want to give it a little more and make it thicker, so I have this long novel.

This article was difficult to write, as I mentioned, because this article is not written with passion like "On How to Pursue a Like-minded Pervert" and "Dog Life".The positive side of passion is blood, and the negative side is anger and injustice. Before writing this article, I told myself: restraint, don't instill anything, don't persuade others, don't carve words, just write something plain People, some things—something, if you have it in your heart, it will flow out even if you don’t write it. I believe this.

The difficulty of the first [-] words of this article is actually a happy transformation.I used to not allow myself to do things like this. According to the words in "Dog Life", I am an engineering student, and I have to talk about the ratio of input to output when doing things. The [-] words I have written are far more than the last two articles. It takes a long time to write [-] characters. I don’t mean the time span (however, some people say that I wrote this article for two years, damn it), but the average time for each word.I often sit in front of the computer all day, and I can only write two or three thousand words in more than ten hours, while battling back pain and self-doubt.Like I said in this post, change can hurt, even if it's a small change.

Looking back, it is indeed a kind of happiness.It is always a blessing to be able to try some differences and changes, no matter whether it is successful or not in other senses, in my case, it counts.

In addition to "MichaelMeetsMozart", this article is also written with many songs, especially piano and string music. I have attached a song or song after the title of each chapter, most of which are songs.This attached song or song is basically the background music I wrote for this chapter, and some of the inspiration in this article also comes from the melody of these music.

The music is beautiful, like mathematics, for example.

Although it is very hypocritical to speak directly like this, music and mathematics are indeed equally shocking to the soul.

After all, music cannot be replaced by words, and all the descriptions in the text are not as beautiful as the music itself.Although my low level should bear the inescapable responsibility for this, but according to the articles I read written by some classical music critics: listening is still the most important thing.

I would be very honored if someone listened to some beautiful music because of this article.

In addition, the background of classical music and the professional characteristics of the characters are also full of the author's subjective imagination and preference, and some places do not conform to the reality of the background of classical music.At the same time, the author's level of knowledge about classical music is also very low. If there are any mistakes, please feel free to point them out.

This article is not mainly about love in the narrow sense.

It does build on a few relationships, but it's not all love.

My interest in spiritual growth, in passion, in myself, in being different from others, in relationships, in knowing something unknown, in so many things is far more than love in a narrow sense.I prefer to say: this article is about "aspiration".

Longing, what a good word, it seems to come from the heart, with the temperature of the chest.

Passionately yearn for something, go after something, sometimes take a detour, sometimes make a mistake, lose it, and finally find it again——I must be in a mess when I look for it, without both inner and outer elegance, Unhurried enthusiasm—sometimes it gets it back, sometimes it doesn't.

I absolutely love the process.

When I wrote [-] words, this article is still far from being completed, but it should not be too far away.

If you see the end, I can tell you a secret: I wrote this preface because I wanted to write an afterword too much, but the article was not finished, and objective conditions did not allow me to write an afterword, so I had to write a preface.

Finally, write before the text:

May every soul have a home, and respect all the endless aspirations of life.

Chapter1【"PianoSonataNo.14inC-sharpminor"-LudwigvanBeethoven】

Lu Zaoqiu took out a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator.

"The highlights of this issue of "Dialogue with the Stars"—"

"Composer and pianist Zhong Guanbai commented on He Yinxu's debut piano recital by the talented pianist He Yinxu: It was purely funny, the scene of a car accident."

Lu Zaoqiu heard the voice on the TV, and paused with the hand holding the refrigerator door.Typical headlines, exaggerated to the point of stupidity.

He closed the refrigerator door, walked out of the kitchen, sat on the sofa, and watched Zhong Guanbai on TV.

Zhong Guanbai's hair was almost shoulder length, slightly curled, and his forehead was tied behind his head.He put on makeup, and the outline of his eyebrows looked darker than when he didn't have makeup on. His pale skin, slightly sunken cheeks, and deliberately pale lip color all showed a bit of ruthlessness, even a little frightening. It seemed that he was about to open his mouth to mock someone in the next second.

This is a talk show on Satellite TV, aired at [-] o'clock. In this era when going to bed at [-] o'clock is no longer considered staying up late, it is considered a prime time.

Lu Zaoqiu looked at the screen and seemed to have a little impression that Zhong Guanbai went to record this program last month.

The hostess said: "Mr. Zhong, after talking about the soundtrack and composition, let's talk about the performance. I heard that you haven't held a recital in the past two years, nor have you performed with other orchestras. As for the recital next month , will you feel nervous?"

Zhong Guanbai said expressionlessly: "No."

"Some people say that you have focused on composing music and the soundtrack of film and television works in recent years. Others say that you have participated in too many variety shows, and you have not concentrated on making music, and your performance has declined—" the hostess covered her mouth. The smile is just right, but what is going on under the smile is unknown, "Of course, I don't believe it. Then how do you think about this?"

Zhong Guanbai raised his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes: "Let's discuss this issue after the recital next month is over."

The hostess asked: "Speaking of recitals, a pianist held a very successful piano recital last month. Mr. Zhong, as a pianist, what do you think of this junior He Yinxu? "

Zhong Guanbai looked indifferent: "Who?"

Hostess: "He Yinxu."

Zhong Guanbai spit out three words in a statement tone without any ups and downs: "Who is that?"

Hostess: "It's He Yinxu, the genius pianist who has become popular recently, haven't you heard of him?"

Zhong Guanbai: "No."

The hostess smiled and said: "Then let's watch a short video. Last month, He Yinxu held his first piano recital show. At that time, it was hard to get a ticket, and the crowd was empty. After the performance, his performance was also received by many people." Compliments from those in the industry."

The screen of He Yinxu's performance appeared on the big screen in the studio, and Zhong Guanbai casually raised his eyes to look at the screen.

This is an excerpt, only 1 minute long. It is a small part of the third movement of Beethoven's "Piano Sonata No. 14 in C-sharp Minor", which was adapted during performance.

The boy was wearing a tuxedo and sitting behind a black grand piano. His long straight black hair was tied behind his head by a belt, and a moon-white light beam hit him from directly above his head.

The boy's fingers were long and strong, as if he wanted to bring everyone in the concert hall into his own world.

The screen in Lu Zaoqiu's house was extraordinarily large, almost taking up half of the wall, and the surrounding speakers amplified every note in the young piano to the point where no flaws could be tolerated.

Lu Zaoqiu looked at the boy on the screen and frowned slightly.

This boy reminded him of Zhong Guanbai who was still studying at the Conservatory of Music.

The same elegance, the same joy.

Zhong Guanbai became famous not as early as this boy. Zhong Guanbai grew up in the era of relying on competitions and concerts to gain fame. In terms of classical music, the era of becoming famous after a video is popular all over the Internet has not yet come.

This boy is not comparable to Zhong Guanbai in his heyday, but he is only 16 years old.

And this year, Zhong Guanbai is already 27.

At the last second of the video, the boy raised his head and looked at the camera with sharp eyes.

After the short video was played, the hostess said to Zhong Guanbai: "This is a very popular concert video on the Internet recently. Even after watching it, I will become He Yinxu's fan girl."

Zhong Guanbai said indifferently: "This is a joke."

The hostess looked a little embarrassed: "How could it be funny?"

Zhong Guanbai: "The scene of a tenth grade car accident."

Hostess: "...Uh, I don't understand it very well, but I think it sounds very good, and many people in the industry have given it a high evaluation."

Zhong Guanbai: "Hehe."

The hostess looked at Zhong Guanbai's face and smoothed things over: "Of course, as a senior, Mr. Zhong must be able to give you a lot of advice..."

Lu Zaoqiu picked up the remote control and turned off the TV.

It's nearly eleven o'clock.

He picked up his phone, and on the screensaver was Zhong Guanbai sitting behind an old upright piano, playing the piano while looking at the camera and smiling.

Lu Zaoqiu looked at that smile, and a slight smile appeared on his face.

He made a phone call, but it took a long time for the other person to answer. The background was noisy: "Lu, Chief Lu?"

Lu Zaoqiu said, "Where are you?"

Zhong Guanbai seemed to have drunk a lot of wine, he stuck out his tongue and said, "Lu, Lu Zaoqiu, um, you go to bed first, I'll ask Xiao Yu to take me back later, it's probably one or two o'clock."

Lu Zaoqiu repeated: "Where are you?"

"Chairman Lu, you go to bed first—" Zhong Guanbai said to someone who didn't know, "I don't smoke that thing, fuck me." After speaking, he softened his voice on the phone, "Lu Chief, you go to bed first, when you wake up tomorrow morning, I will definitely be by your side, I promise—"

Lu Zaoqiu's voice sank: "Zhong Guanbai, let me ask you one last time, where are you?"

Zhong Guanbai shuddered, most of the time he was sober: "...Lijin Palace. Chief Lu, don't come here, I'll be right back, Xiao Yu, Xiao Yu——"

Lu Zaoqiu: "Wait for me at the door."

When Lu Zaoqiu drove to the entrance of the Lijin Palace, Zhong Guanbai was vomiting at the entrance, but no one dared to control him, allowing him to vomit the dark velveteen carpet at the entrance of the hotel until it was horrible.

Fortunately, the hotel is located in the outskirts and only accommodates regular guests. It takes a few minutes to drive from the entrance of the park to the hotel lobby. It is still difficult for the paparazzi to take pictures of musician Zhong Guanbai drinking late at night outside.

Assistant Yu Bai supported Zhong Guanbai with one hand, and he held the mobile phone in the other hand, and he didn't know who he was calling: "I'm sorry, Brother Bai really can't drink anymore... Yes, what you said..."

Yu Bai was talking when he suddenly felt his hands loosen, and when he turned his head, Zhong Guanbai had already fallen into Lu Zaoqiu's arms.

"Chief Lu." Yu Bai hurriedly greeted.

Lu Zaoqiu looked down at Zhong Guanbai, Zhong Guanbai seemed to be very thin recently, the hair on his forehead that was tied behind his head when he was on the show was scattered around his cheeks, he looked a bit embarrassed, without makeup to cover it, he showed a slightly sunken, pan She had abnormally flushed cheeks, and her eyes were black and blue.

Yu Bai said: "Today, there is really nothing to do. Brother Bai is drinking with a few film producers, a big director, and a few actors, talking about movies. Alas, several musicians in the industry are also present." He looked carefully at Lu Zaoqiu's face, "Actually, Brother Bai really wants to go home early."

"Thank you." Lu Zaoqiu nodded to Yu Bai.

He turned around and carried Zhong Guanbai to the co-pilot, Yu Bai said worriedly behind him: "Chief Lu, don't blame Brother Bai, he has been under a lot of pressure recently."

Lu Zaoqiu touched Zhong Guanbai's forehead, it was very hot, and he didn't know if it was because he drank too much or had a fever.

"Don't look at Brother Bai being so venomous on TV all day long, he is especially afraid of you, and has been like this for so many years..." Yu Bai looked worried.

Lu Zaoqiu nodded slightly: "Thank you. I'll take him back."

As soon as Lu Zaoqiu stepped on the gas pedal, Zhong Guanbai couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to continue vomiting, but he still knew in a daze that he was in Lu Zaoqiu's car. He didn't dare to vomit indiscriminately, so he endured his nausea and took off his coat, throwing up all his brains in the coat.

After emptying his stomach, Zhong Guanbai sobered up quite a bit, holding his coat, and turned to look at Lu Zaoqiu's face.

Lu Zaoqiu looked ahead, slowed down the car, and stretched out a hand to touch Zhong Guanbai's forehead: "I don't have a fever. There is warm water in the car."

Zhong Guanbai touched a cup, opened it and took a sip, his stomach immediately felt better: "Chief Lu..."

Lu Zaoqiu didn't turn his head, but replied, "Yes."

Zhong Guanbai put his hand on the back of Chief Lu's hand holding the steering wheel, and rubbed his fingers between his fingers.The scars from the operation many years ago left only a very shallow mark, which is hardly visible.

"Chief Lu." Zhong Guanbai shouted.

"Yeah." Lu Zaoqiu looked ahead and continued driving.

"Chief Lu, don't be angry, I'm going to be scared to death, can I sleep on the sofa tonight, as long as you don't get angry." Zhong Guanbai cheekily kept touching Lu Zaoqiu's fingers, and used his index finger to touch Lu Zaoqiu's fingers. poking back and forth between the fingers.

Lu Zaoqiu turned over his palm, grabbed Zhong Guanbai's hand, and sighed softly.

Lu Zaoqiu doesn't stay overnight, there is no guest room at home, and Zhong Guanbai often comes home late, afraid of disturbing Lu Zaoqiu, so he often sleeps on the sofa.Zhong Guanbai knew that something was wrong with their relationship, or rather, he had something wrong.But for so many years, one choice after another, if you choose the wrong one, you can go back and start again, but after countless choices, those results are like a piece of clothing, which has long been worn and blended with the flesh, and you have to take it off and replace it with a new one , it has to be peeled off with blood.

Sometimes people don't tear that ugly dress because they are afraid of the pain, but because there is nothing left to wear after tearing it off.

People live beautifully and ugly, at least not naked.

After arriving home, Zhong Guanbai took the initiative to get into the bathroom near the living room. He said through the door: "Chairman Lu, you go to bed first. I will find you in the bedroom after I take a shower. You can sleep on the sofa as well."

Lu Zaoqiu stood at the door of the bathroom, looked at the blurred figure of Zhong Guanbai, and pushed the door in with confidence. Sure enough, Zhong Guanbai was naked, looking at the mirror, picking out his contact lenses with a bitter expression on his face. He drank quite a bit. Too much, I was sober from the wine, my hands were still shaking, and I couldn't take it off for a long time.

Lu Zaoqiu said, "I'll come."

Zhong Guanbai turned around, raised his head slightly, and faced Lu Zaoqiu.

Lu Zaoqiu washed his hands with disposable disinfectant, supported Zhong Guanbai's face with one hand, and took off two contact lenses with the other.

Zhong Guanbai is a hooligan. He has been a hooligan for more than 20 years, and his nature is hard to change.They haven't done it for a long time, Zhong Guanbai grabbed Lu Zaoqiu's hand holding his face, and put it in his mouth.

Lu Zaoqiu pulled out his fingers, "You take a shower first, we'll talk after washing—" He looked at Zhong Guanbai's haggard face, and changed his words, "Go to bed early after washing."

"Chief Lu." Zhong Guanbai followed out, his expression cautious, the same as it was many years ago, "Zhouqiu, what do you want to say? Tell me, I can't wait."

Lu Zaoqiu took a blanket, handed it to Zhong Guanbai, and poured another cup of hot water.

"Today is too late." Lu Zaoqiu felt a little distressed.

Zhong Guanbai shook his head, "Chairman Lu, tell me. Tomorrow you are going on a tour in Berlin, so you may not be able to say it. If you don't tell me today, I won't be able to sleep."

Lu Zaoqiu: "I watched the show you recorded last month."

Zhong Guanbai: "'Dialogue with the Great Stars'?"

Lu Zaoqiu: "Yes."

Zhong Guanbai: "That's all character design, the script has already been written. That kid's bullets are not bad, it can't compare with mine at that time."

Lu Zaoqiu: "How long has it been since you practiced the piano?"

Zhong Guanbai: "Chief Lu, you are worried about my recital next month, right? I'm sure it will be fine. Let me tell you—"

Lu Zaoqiu: "I saw that you changed the repertoire, three sonatas in one performance, this arrangement is inappropriate. Your hands will be very tired, and the audience will also be tired. The encore repertoire also shows off too many skills, which is unnecessary. "

Zhong Guanbai: "Chairman Lu, you are still afraid that I won't be able to play it, that kid can play it, so I can't do it?"

Lu Zaoqiu looked at Zhong Guanbai, "You don't have to do this." After a while, he said softly, "Music is not like this."

Zhong Guanbai panicked, and immediately held Lu Zaoqiu's hand, "Chief Lu, you're disappointed in me, aren't you?"

"No." Lu Zaoqiu said.

Zhong Guanbai grasped Lu Zaoqiu's fingers tightly, "Zaoqiu?"

Lu Zaoqiu stood up and wanted to say something, but in the end it turned into one sentence: "I have an early flight tomorrow morning, take care of yourself."

Zhong Guan loosened his hands, Lu Zaoqiu turned and went to the bedroom.

Chapter2【"PianoConcertoNo.2inB-flatminor, Op.83"-JohannesBrahms】

"Xiao Zhao, the facial contouring is too much." Zhong Guanbai pointed to the sunken cheeks in the mirror.

"Oh, brother Bai, it looks thin and three-dimensional like this. When the lights are turned on on the stage, you can't see the trimming, and you can't see it even on the mirror. Let me tell you, if there is a little not thin enough, there will be Black fans will call you greasy." Makeup artist Xiao Zhao took a brush and continued to paint Zhong Guanbai as if someone had punched each side of his face. The taste of the hungry.

"Xiao Zhao," said assistant Yu Bai, "Brother Bai is not afraid of not looking good, it's just that Chief Lu used to accompany him to watch the scene. Thin, Chief Lu is so far away, it must be very distressing to see, how could Brother Bai be willing to feel sorry for Chief Lu. Right, Brother Bai?"

Zhong Guanbai glanced sideways at Yu Bai, "You are the only one who is good, and you are the only one who can."

Yu Bai managed to maintain a modest face, and couldn't help but whisper: "How else can I stay?"

Zhong Guanbai snorted and said to the makeup artist: "Xiao Zhao, try to paint as well as possible. Well, I want to say something." He crossed his fingers and thought for two seconds, "Let's make it richer."

The makeup artist said, "Give me a case for reference."

Zhong Guanbai took out his mobile phone and found a photo, "This way."

Makeup artist: "Oh my god, was this more than ten years ago? Brother Bai used to be so delicious."

Zhong Guanbai put the phone away, and said with a straight face: "How old do you think I am now?"

Makeup artist: "No more than forty."

Zhong Guanbai: "Little Yuzi, get this person out for me."

Yu Bai followed up with the offense, and pressed Zhong Guanbai hard, "Xiao Zhao, hurry up and start."

Amidst Zhong Guanbai's scolding voice of "It's against you", the modeling is finally completed.Zhong Guanbai crossed his feet, and sent Tang Xiaoli a wechat message with a displeased face: "The makeup artist Xiao Zhao you stuffed here last time, where did you get it?"

Tang Xiaoli replied: "Hey, give me back what I stuffed, I borrowed it from you. Why are you dissatisfied? Is there anyone in this world you are satisfied with?"

Zhong Guanbai: "That person can't talk anymore."

Tang Xiaoli: "Who can compare to you in terms of not being able to speak? Haven't you been scolded enough by He Yinxu's fans last time? Besides, Xiao Zhao is my family's Qin Zhao's queen, so it's cheap to borrow you for free. Your face Can there be Qin Zhao Jingui?"

Zhong Guanbai: "Gun Gun Gun, he has a dragon face. One or two seem to be inheriting the throne."

Standing by the side, Yu Bai reminded: "Brother Bai, I'm going to get ready to play in a while."

"En." Zhong Guanbai responded, and clicked on WeChat to chat at the top. The last time I had a conversation with Chief Lu was several days ago.jet lag?Both are busy?This kind of reason seems too formal and superficial, as dry and tasteless as the breakup statement of a public figure, and everyone knows that it is not true.But adults seem to be used to tacitly laughing it off, and only children can keep asking the truth.

Zhong Guanbai locked the screen helplessly, and handed the phone to Yu Bai, "Hold it."

The moment he handed it over, the phone turned on, and Zhong Guanbai's eyes lit up, and a sentence from Lu Zaoqiu was displayed on the screen.

"I'm waiting for the live broadcast."

Zhong Guanbai touched Lu Zaoqiu's head portrait, and replied, "Wait for me."

He thought for a while, and then sent another sentence: "I love you."

After Zhong Guanbai waited for a while, Lu Zaoqiu didn't reply, so he handed the phone to Yu Bai and walked towards the stage of the concert hall.

In fact, according to the original arrangement, this was a themed piano recital composed purely by Zhong Guanbai. However, Zhong Guanbai later felt that the difficulty was not enough and rearranged the repertoire. Only two of the most classic movie soundtracks were left for his own compositions. One was at the beginning of the first half, one was at the beginning of the second half, and there was the last song of the whole show. He didn't announce it on the program list. It was for Lu Zaoqiu to commemorate their sixth year together.

A few years ago, Zhong Guanbai stepped into the entertainment circle with one foot because of the soundtrack for TV and movies, but now both feet are stuck in it. By eight thousand eight, there are no empty seats.

There was a large group of fans off the stage who came for Zhong Guanbai, but there were not many fans of the work. During the banquet, some people even brought light sticks. When they entered the stage and found that the occasion was wrong, they immediately stuffed them back into their bags.

Zhong Guanbai was wearing a tuxedo, and the moment he stepped onto the stage, there were huge cheers and applause from the audience.

He walked gracefully and calmly to shake hands with the conductor and principal of the accompaniment band, looking like a polite and indifferent gentleman.

Then he bowed to the audience and sat down on the piano bench without saying a word.

The field immediately quieted down.

The first piece is one of his most classic pieces, the theme song "The Voice of a Star" from the movie "Heard the Stars".

Zhong Guanbai slightly closed his eyes and raised his hands.

Notes flow from fingertips to keys.Strings vibrate.

The first sound came.

The peaceful and clean sound of the piano keeps flowing out, as if going to the sky and becoming a ray of light in the Milky Way.

This song is too classic, the movie itself is also very classic, the plot is touching, and the sound of the piano makes people cry, and everyone held their breath for a while.

The sound of the piano became lighter and lighter, and the low cello joined in, as if wrapping around the sound of the piano, telling in a low voice.

The sound of the piano became faster and faster, followed by the violin and viola, the sound of the piano and the strings intertwined, as if even the heartbeat resonated with it, and someone wiped away tears in the audience.

As the melody gradually reached its climax, Zhong Guanbai's eyelids twitched suddenly, and when he looked up, the conductor of the orchestra gave him a nonchalant glance.

The people off the field didn't notice anything unusual, but both the conductor and Zhong Guanbai himself noticed that after the cello came in, he played a wrong bass chord.

Even if no one notices it off the field for a while, but the live broadcast video is top-notch, someone will definitely hear it.

Zhong Guanbai managed to calm down and continued to play.

The strength of Zhong Guanbai's playing has always been his emotions. The wind and rain, the rising sun, thunder, frost and snow are all in his piano sound.But this time the opening song started from that wrong sound, his piano sound was useless, and he couldn't hear any emotion.

When the song was over, there was applause from the audience.

Tang Xiaoli used to ridicule that, among those who listened to Zhong Guanbai's concert these days, seven out of ten were fans, two were fans, and the last music fan was not a professional.True classical music lovers don't admit that a person who hasn't held a concert for a few years, shows up on variety shows all day long, and appears on Weibo's hot search list from time to time can be considered a performer.

That's right.

After Zhong Guanbai finished playing, he felt a cold sweat on his back.

He had never felt this way before, his hands didn't look like his own anymore, he sat on the piano bench, turned his palms over, looked at his fingers, as if he was looking at something on someone else's body.

Suddenly, a playful violin sounded, and a humorous song from the movie "Heard the Stars" was played, as if to interact with the audience.

This was not within the arrangement, Zhong Guanbai suddenly realized that it was the violin reminding him.

As soon as he raised his hand, he followed the tune of the violin, and the audience clapped along with the rhythm.

After playing that short section, Zhong Guanbai calmed down a little and began to prepare the second piece, Brahms' Piano Concerto No. [-] in B-flat Major.

The piece starts with French horns, moves into slow piano, and then adds flutes and strings.

The sound of the piano suddenly sank, leading to the main theme.

The first movement of this piece is very long and difficult, and the second movement is an intense and eager piano. When it reaches the middle of the second movement, Zhong Guanbai's eyes go dark, and something seems to be pulled in his mind After a while, it was suddenly blank.

The band continued to play, but the piano sound stopped abruptly.

Zhong Guanbai's hands suddenly trembled.

Only a few spectators in the audience noticed the strangeness. At this time, the whole piece happened to advance to the part dominated by the string group, and there was no big difference without the piano.But after this magnificent string music is over, there should be an arpeggio for piano solo immediately.

The string group finished playing, but the piano did not make any sound.

There was an oppressive silence on the field.

Big beads of sweat rolled down from Zhong Guanbai's forehead and hit the keys.

There was a commotion in the audience.

The band conductor immediately signaled to skip the arpeggio and go straight to the horn solo.

But after the French horn there was a solo piano.

Zhong Guanbai wanted to try to connect the French horn, but he had nothing in his mind.

His fingers trembled, and he pressed a few notes out of tune on the keyboard.

The whole piece couldn't go on at all.

The orchestra had to go directly to the string group again until the second movement was finished.The heavy chords of the piano should have brought the slow sound of the French horn to the intense strings, but now without this piano, the connection has become extremely abrupt. Coupled with the few notes in the weird silence before, audiences who have no common sense of music We all know that a show accident happened.

The conductor's questioning eyes were already very explicit, and the commotion off the field turned into a clamor. Some people were asking what was going on, and some people had already started complaining.

Zhong Guanbai sat on the piano bench with his head bowed, his forehead was covered with sweat, a few drops of sweat fell on his eyelashes, as if he was crying.

In the deathly silence, a loud shout suddenly broke out: "Refund!"

Zhong Guanbai seemed to see a building.

A stone was dropped on this seemingly intact building, and a window was smashed, and just one piece had already heralded the collapse of the building.Defects left over from design and construction, damage during use, all traces will be turned out along with that stone, and finally everyone will gather around that building and say: "This is a worthless dilapidated building. Building, let's tear it down."

No one will remember that they too looked up to it and praised it.

He turned his head slowly and looked towards the auditorium.The spotlight fell on his face, making it impossible for him to see any faces in the audience.

"Rubbish!"

"WTF!"

"I want a refund!"

Amidst the scolding, a voice suddenly shouted: "Guan Bai, come on!"

Many people in the audience shouted "Come on" together, and some people applauded, which gradually overshadowed the voices shouting "Refund".After all, most of the people present are fans, sometimes they are stricter, and sometimes they are more tolerant.

Zhong Guanbai looked at the auditorium for a while, letting the white light on the stage make him dizzy.

After a while, he stood up supporting the piano, bowed ninety degrees to the audience, and bowed to the band again.

In the ultra-high-definition live broadcast, you can see the moment Zhong Guanbai bowed on the screen, his eyes were bloodshot, and his eyelashes were sweat or tears.

Like a man who despairs because he knows he is dying.

Lu Zaoqiu had never seen Zhong Guanbai like this before, besides being distressed, he almost felt a sense of dereliction of duty. He picked up the phone, and the words "I love you too" were still in the input box, and did not send out.

He squeezed his phone tightly and dialed a number, "Book a ticket and go back to Beijing."

The phone said: "Now? Chief Lu, the tour side..."

Lu Zaoqiu: "Substitute."

"But--"

"Substitute." Lu Zaoqiu said.

"Chief Lu—"

"I have something to take care of."

He hung up the phone and looked at the laptop screen.

Zhong Guanbai looked at the audience, and the camera gave a close-up of Zhong Guanbai's face.

Thick sweat covered his forehead, and even the forehead hair tied behind his head was soaked in sweat.

He said, "I'm sorry."

His lips twitched, and his Adam's apple moved accordingly.

"Please let—"

Lu Zaoqiu thought that Zhong Guanbai would say: "Please let me do it again."

Zhong Guanbai looked at the audience, the spotlights illuminated his face pale, as if only bones remained.

On his face, only the eyes still had color.

A blood red.

"Please ask the staff to refund tickets for everyone."

There was a big uproar in the audience.

Lu Zaoqiu stared at the screen, his right hand tightly pinched the second knuckle of his left little finger.

Chapter 3【"Introduction and variations on Nelcorpiù non misento from Paisiello's Lamolinara, Op.38"-Niccolò Paganini】

Yu Bai squatted in front of Lu Zaoqiu's house for more than ten hours, until the afternoon of the next day, his stubble broke out.He called Zhong Guanbai every hour, and in the rest of the time he checked Weibo while contacting the studio's PR.

By the time his phone ran out of battery and he plugged in his power bank, the live video of Zhong Guanbai's performance car accident had already started circulating on the Internet.

When the power bank was used for the second time, the studio's PR issued a draft about Zhong Guanbai's illness, Zhong Guanbai made the headlines, and Weibo had already fallen.

When the power bank was using the third one, he heard footsteps.

As soon as he looked up, a tall figure in a suit carrying a piano case stood in front of him. The sun hit half of the face of the visitor, and the hard and clean outline showed a dusty smell.

Yu Bai stood up and let the door open: "Chief Lu, Brother Bai still can't get through the phone. He drove away by himself, and I didn't stop him."

Lu Zaoqiu said, "It should be at home."

He took out the key and opened the door, walked around, the house was empty, only the door of the piano room was closed, he knocked the door lightly twice, but there was no movement inside.

He opened the door from the outside, and Zhong Guanbai curled up on the floor under the piano keyboard like a pitiful big cat, and the score was scattered all over the floor.

Zhong Guanbai didn't remove his makeup or change his clothes. He used to have beautiful muscles when exercising, but later he had too much entertainment, ate messily outside, slept less, and had no time to exercise. He lost a lot of muscles, and now he is wrinkled His tuxedo was curled up on the ground, looking too thin, like a troubled prince who had been ravaged by villains.

A cracked mobile phone fell on the ground next to Zhong Guanbai, and a video was playing in a loop.

In the video, there was a clip of a ghostly performance accident. Zhong Guanbai's sentence "the scene of the tenth car accident" in the talk show was edited together with "please ask the staff to refund the ticket for everyone" and played at 1.5 times speed, which was extremely harsh.

Lu Zaoqiu walked over to pick up the phone, turned off the video and put it aside.

He glanced back at Yu Bai, exited from the piano room, closed the door, and said in a low voice, "You've worked hard."

Yu Bai knew that it was inconvenient for him to stay here, so he said, "I should. Chief Lu, the PR side will definitely deal with it. Be careful not to let Brother Bai look at your phone. I think he actually cares about a lot of things. , maybe this time I just care too much..."

Lu Zaoqiu closed the door, walked to a place far away from the piano room, raised an index finger, and put it to his lips.

Yu Bai smiled, walked a little further away, and said in a low voice, "Hey, I won't talk nonsense. Then I'll go first." He turned around and didn't take two steps, then came back again, as if he didn't know how to speak, "Chief Lu, treat Brother Bai...be nicer to Brother Bai. He had a very ugly face when he left. He didn't say anything, and the last thing I heard was, 'He must be disappointed.'"

Lu Zaoqiu stared at the door of the piano room and was silent for a while: "I plan to take him away."

Yu Bai was taken aback: "Where are you going?"

Lu Zaoqiu didn't answer: "You send me all his contracts so far."

Yu Bai was taken aback: "This, what, I have to tell Brother Bai about this, he now has three endorsements, one variety show, and movie composition—"

Lu Zaoqiu: "The lawyer will handle it."

Yu Bai said anxiously: "Chief Lu, here, you want to terminate the contract? If you leave like this, Brother Bai will be ruined."

Lu Zaoqiu was silent for a while, and said, "To be honest, I don't care."

Yu Bai couldn't believe it: "Don't care?"

There was no emotion in Lu Zaoqiu's voice: "The lawyer will come to your studio tomorrow."

Yu Bai took a deep breath, and he folded