fingers of musicians

I didn't sleep all night, and now I'm even more angry. I didn't dare to speak to Lu Zaoqiu, so I tried to make my voice sound as calm as Lu Zaoqiu: "President Lu, it's not that serious. A performance accident can't ruin Bai Brother's signboard, his sick draft has been sent out. This is an accident. At worst, he will not give recitals in the future. Soundtrack, composition, variety shows, his commercial value is still there. These are the ideals of Brother Bai, work hard After so many years, how could it be possible to just leave?"

Lu Zaoqiu: "This is not his ideal."

Yu Bai: "Chairman Lu, you don't know how much Brother Bai values ​​these—"

"I know." Lu Zaoqiu said.

Yu Bai looked at him and wanted to say something, but Lu Zaoqiu didn't give him a chance to speak.

Lu Zaoqiu said, "I know."

"Yu Bai," Lu Zaoqiu said calmly, as if he was describing a truth known to everyone.

"Zhong Guanbai has only two ideals, one is music and the other is me."

Yu Bai was stunned for a moment.

He has followed Zhong Guanbai for several years, since Zhong Guanbai was not too popular.Lu Zaoqiu was Zhong Guanbai's favorite person, he helped the chairs and wiped his hands after every meal, a blind person could see it, such a comparison, it seemed that Chief Lu was lukewarm.If Zhong Guanbai, who was born in classical music, is a clear stream in the entertainment industry, then Lu Zaoqiu is distilled water, clean is clean, but not popular, Yu Bai dare not say it, he always feels a little unworthy for his master.

Lu Zaoqiu didn't talk much, and there was no room for negotiation when he could talk about it, so Yu Bai couldn't say anything more, "Chief Lu, you are like this... Anyway, the studio belongs to Brother Bai, and I'll wait for his decision." Yu Bai Bai lowered his eyes, turned around and left without looking at Lu Zaoqiu.

Lu Zaoqiu stood at the door of the piano room for a while, opened the door, and called softly, "Guan Bai."

Zhong Guanbai shrank back and covered his eyes with his arms.

Lu Zaoqiu looked at Zhong Guanbai silently for a while, then bent down to pick up staves one by one from the ground, which were "Piano Concerto No. [-] in B Flat Major".

Lu Zaoqiu put the score on the piano, and then took out the violin from the case.

The bow touched the strings. It was the song "Meeting Lu Zaoqiu" written by Zhong Guanbai. Lu Zaoqiu changed it to the violin version. His piano sound was like a gust of wind and like a river, stirring and affectionate.

Lu Zaoqiu is always skilled. He sits in the symphony orchestra, which is a textbook. When he leaves the symphony orchestra and raises his bow to Zhong Guanbai, he will always make Zhong Guanbai tremble.

After a long time, Zhong Guanbai moved his arm and slowly moved away from his eyes.He quietly opened his eyes and looked at Lu Zaoqiu who was standing not far away.

Lu Zaoqiu played the piano quietly, his eyes fell on Zhong Guanbai's eyes.

Zhong Guanbai was looked at like a shrimp that had been peeled and thrown into boiling water. The softer Chief Lu's eyes were, the more ashamed he felt.

"Get up and play the piano." Lu Zaoqiu said.

Zhong Guanbai covered his face with his palms, and the tears that hadn't shed overflowed from between his fingers.

The sound of the piano brought him back to that afternoon. Once upon a time, there was a piano in the piano room. He sat on the piano bench, popping up the picture of their ensemble, popping up a concert hall, a grand piano, a vague thin back, and a violin , a bow, and hands wrapped in thin white bandages.

Zhong Guanbai named the piece: "Meeting Lu Zaoqiu".

He used to be like a lunatic, with only two lovers in his life, one was the piano and the other was Lu Zaoqiu.

When he closed his eyes, it was a piece of music, full of emotion and inspiration, as if being held by God, and the sound of the piano seemed to be kissed by an angel.

That afternoon he said to Lu Zaoqiu: "I won't do anything you don't like."

"I don't accept breaking up."

"No matter what you want to say to me. I will go to you every day. I will go to your piano room to squat you, have dinner with you, practice the piano with you, and then send you home."

He said: "We will also have "Chasing Lu Zaoqiu", "The First Year with Lu Zaoqiu", "The Second Year with Lu Zaoqiu", "The Third Year with Lu Zaoqiu"..."

"I've waited more than 20 years for you," he said.

Soul mates, one in a thousand.

Lu Zaoqiu was still the same Lu Zaoqiu who made his soul tremble, and Zhong Guanbai could no longer be the same Zhong Guanbai he used to play.

The sound of the violin seemed to be cutting his internal organs, Zhong Guanbai's hands were clenched into fists, and he hit the floor heavily, crying bitterly.

Lu Zaoqiu put down the violin, walked over to pick up Zhong Guanbai, and kissed him lightly on his red fingers.

Zhong Guanbai didn't dare to look into Lu Zaoqiu's eyes: "Chief Lu..."

"Guan Bai." Lu Zaoqiu said, "I have something to tell you before I leave."

Zhong Guanbai suddenly panicked: "Chief Lu——"

"I watched your live broadcast." Lu Zaoqiu said, "Even if you didn't forget the score, your level has dropped by more than one point or two."

Zhong Guanbai was even more afraid to look at Lu Zaoqiu's face, his head almost dropped to the ground.

"If you play like this, I won't comfort you." Lu Zaoqiu's voice came from above Zhong Guanbai's head, low and gentle.

Lu Zaoqiu let go of Zhong Guanbai, stood up, and took out a stack of albums from the shelf in the piano room. On the cover of the first album was Zhong Guanbai's profile sitting in front of the grand piano.

"This is a video of you participating in the Chopin International Piano Competition."

"You were only when this album came out, and I didn't know you yet."

"We recorded this one together."

"This one contains all your movie soundtracks."

"This one is from a TV show."

Zhong Guanbai did not dare to turn his head to look at those albums.For some, past success can seem like a curse, a constant reminder to all of them that their talents are exhausted.

The well-sound-proof piano room was dead silent, Zhong Guanbai could only hear his own heartbeat, every beat was like being slapped in the face.

Lu Zaoqiu sat back beside Zhong Guanbai, took down the score of "Piano Concerto No. [-] in B Major", and asked, "Guan Bai, when is Brahms' Piano Concerto No. [-] in B flat major?" written?"

Zhong Guanbai thought for a while, then whispered, "1881."

Lu Zaoqiu: "His "First Piano Concerto"?"

Zhong Guanbai: "It seems to be 1858."

Lu Zaoqiu: "After 23 years, he did not write any piano concerto, but this does not prevent the "Piano Concerto No. 1881 in B-flat Major" from becoming one of the greatest piano concertos in the history of classical music. In 48, Bo Ramsay is 27, you're only [-] now."

Lu Zaoqiu paused for a while, then said:

"Start from scratch."

Zhong Guanbai was taken aback.

"I wanted to tell you before I went to Berlin," but the timing was really bad. Artists are always sensitive and fragile, so Lu Zaoqiu didn't say these words before the concert, "Your condition is not right, don't say that you 27 years old, you are 57, and I will take you back to your previous state."

Lu Zaoqiu sat on the piano bench, took Zhong Guanbai's hand and placed it on the black and white keys, and placed two pairs of equally slender hands side by side.

Zhong Guanbai's perfect fingers trembled slightly on the keys, "I can't, I can't play..."

"I could play Paganini's most difficult piece when I was 13, and I can do it now."

Lu Zaoqiu picked up the bow and the violin, and a section of Paganini's "My Heart Is Melancholy" poured down. While drawing the bow with his right hand, he plucked the strings with his left hand.

Lu Zaoqiu doesn't like to show off his skills, but when he shows off his skills, he is like a translation machine from music scores to musical instruments.

Zhong Guanbai looked at Lu Zaoqiu's fingers, the setting sun outside the window reflected into the piano room, it seemed as if a god descended on his fingertips, dancing in the world.

"But when I just finished the operation, I couldn't even hold the bow."

Lu Zaoqiu put down the bow, and held Zhong Guanbai's perfect hands with scarred hands.

"So, what are you afraid of?"