fingers of musicians

——This chapter must be eaten with BGM

There is a video link with Zhong Guanbai's name on the laptop screen.

Lu Zaoqiu took out his mobile phone and tapped the word "Ah Bai" on the screen.A mechanical "beep" sounded from the microphone, over and over again, but no one answered. Lu Zaoqiu frowned slightly and pressed the hang up button only when he heard "the number you dialed is temporarily unanswered".

Zhong Guanbai seldom fails to answer his calls, even if he is sitting in the auditorium a few minutes before the public performance, Zhong Guanbai will stick to him and send a message to say, Chief Lu, please give me more advice .

Lu Zaoqiu looked at Zhong Guanbai's smiling face on the phone's lock screen for a while, then slid his thumb across his raised lips, then turned his finger and clicked on the video link.

In the extremely high-definition video, Lu Zaoqiu saw Zhong Guanbai and Lu Huaichuan standing next to Zhong Guanbai at a glance from the crowd in the banquet hall.

If other people saw this scene from a distance through the camera, they might not know what Lu Huaichuan was going to do, but Lu Zaoqiu would not be ignorant.When he was very young, he was almost smashed by his father because he was playing the violin at a banquet. Perhaps most fathers in the world would be proud of their young son who could play the violin so well, but Lu Huaichuan would not, Lu Huaichuan only He would say that the Lu family has always only been pleased by others, and they don't do such things for others to please.

Lu Zaoqiu looked at Zhong Guanbai on the screen, who was like a child who suddenly fell into the world of adults.His sincerity, his music, everything he cherishes are all worthless in the world on the other side of the screen, just a little thing for people to enjoy.

Zhong Guanbai walked towards the piano step by step. The people around him were talking and laughing. No one paid attention to his existence. Those who occasionally looked at him were just hearing his name from the media. Have a good show.This is the first time that Zhong Guanbai has walked towards a piano in this way since he became famous, without any flowers and applause, nor was he expected by anyone.

In fact, Zhong Guanbai had countless reasons to turn around and leave, but there was only one reason for him to stay.

Leaving was so easy, but he chose the hardest one.

Lu Zaoqiu's eyes were heavy, his right hand unconsciously pinched the second knuckle of the little finger of his left hand, and then quickly dialed a number to ask someone to book a plane ticket.

Although the other party was the person who handled affairs for Lu Zaoqiu all the year round, he was still taken aback when he heard the place name: "Mr. Lu, you finally... decided to go back?"

Lu Zaoqiu had countless reasons to stay away from that place, but there was only one reason for him to go back.

Lu Zaoqiu gave a low "hmm" and looked back at the laptop screen——

There stood Zhong Guanbai alone.

Only ten steps away from the piano, Zhong Guanbai lifted his jaw slightly and closed his eyes.

The slightly curly forehead hair fell to the side of the ear, and he brushed it behind the ear casually.The slender fingers moved to the front of the neckline, took off the collar pin with one hand and put it on the lips, kissed the two letters on it, put it in the pocket of the trousers, and finally unbuttoned the top two buttons and cuff buttons of the shirt, revealing the straight A collarbone, a small piece of chest, and a veined arm.

The sum of these actions is only a few tens of seconds, but in these tens of seconds, he thought too much.

It was the first time I heard a singing voice in my childhood memory. It was just a shallow singing without lyrics, which made a little starlight shine into the dark and dusty room.

The first time he heard the sound of the piano, the whole world lit up. Since then, trickle, fragrance, brilliance, grandeur, gentleness... even in early autumn, all the beautiful words he learned have corresponding sounds.

The first time I touched the keys, I felt incredible, and even the fingers that touched the keys seemed incredible.

The first time I begged Wen Yuean to play the piano for him was "The Lonely Boat on the Sea" from the Ravel suite "Mirror".

Listening to "Requiem" for the first time, I imagined that the 35-year-old Mozart was swollen all over his body, holding the manuscript of "Requiem" lying on the bed and singing the mezzo-soprano. He died shortly afterwards, so he also wept.

It was the first time I wrote my own music, and since then every inch of special memory and mood has been left on the sheet music.

It is the first time to read the history of music in the library, imagining how a certain bone flute left in the primitive cave and rediscovered by humans after ten thousand years once echoed in the ancient mountains and rivers.

The owner of the bone flute has long since disappeared. No one knows whether it was used to lull babies to sleep, offer sacrifices, celebrate after hunting, warn when avoiding wild beasts, or was simply created after a brutal tribal war. Someone who survived blew a distant sound on the battlefield...

From a simple bone flute to this complex grand piano in front of me, the time interval is too long, countless lives and deaths, even if there are so many musicians and music scores that can fill mountains and seas, it is only a corner of it.

Holding a handful of river water from this long river of history and holding it in the palm of your hand, it may be decades, it is an "Ode to the Autumn Wind".

Tens of thousands of years of time and space changes, different civilizations ups and downs, countless lives, countless stories... If there is really a perspective to see all of these, music should be one of them.

When Zhong Guanbai opened his eyes again, he didn't look at anyone anymore, and strode up to the piano. He stared at his fingers for a while, and then turned to the keys. His gaze started from the white key at the far left of the piano. At the beginning, it straddled pieces of black and white interlaced, and finally stopped on the white key at the far right. The 88 keys, looked at one by one, respect and love, like a son looking at his parents.

These keys have supported his ten fingers for more than 20 years.

Suddenly, his hands slammed down two extremely powerful bass chords. At that moment, the strong vibration almost shook the entire banquet hall.

A waiter who was closer was so frightened that he spilled champagne on the tray of a lady's skirt. The lady clutched her chest and scolded, then looked at Zhong Guanbai in surprise.

Dissatisfied eyes from all directions gathered in the same direction.

Zhong Guanbai walked up to the orchestra in a few strides, and said to the violinist sitting in the front row who was at a loss, "Lend me your violin."

The violinist hesitated for a moment, Zhong Guanbai stared at the traces of rosin on the violin that had not been wiped clean, and said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, I cherish it more than you."

The violinist looked embarrassed, and the other violinist stood up, looked at Zhong Guanbai seriously, handed over the violin and bow, and said loudly: "Use mine."

Zhong Guanbai nodded to her, took the piano, and slowly scanned the entire orchestra.

"You..." Zhong Guanbai said, "Now you can choose to keep quiet and continue to perform for them in the future, or—"

With a sound of "Zheng", Zhong Guanbai turned his head sideways, raised his qin bow, and drew it to the end very quickly, the sound of the qin was like an arrow piercing through the sky, as if it wanted to pierce everything.

The firm posture standing alone in the crowd is exactly the same as Lu Zaoqiu.

The sound of the piano that awakened everyone stopped abruptly, and the hand holding the bow stopped in the air. Zhong Guanbai once again looked down at everyone in the band, his eyes were burning like a torch: "While you are still alive, come with me and do what a real musician should do!" thing."

After he finished speaking, without waiting for anyone's reaction, he directly pulled out a majestic and solemn violin prelude, as if a force that cannot be ignored was slowly pushing a huge scroll.

The entire banquet hall was extremely quiet, and no one could talk and laugh freely under such background music.

The band members looked at each other, the girl who handed the violin just now looked at Zhong Guanbai, her eyelids twitched slightly: "This is... "Notre Dame de Paris"..."

But not quite.

The prelude of the opera "Notre Dame de Paris" did not start like this. He changed the melody at the climax into a prelude.

The last few notes of the violin trembled, until Zhong Guanbai handed the violin back, there was still a lingering sound.

Anyone can see that such an extreme self-expression is not performing for anyone.

Before the lingering sound fell, Zhong Guanbai had already sat back on the piano bench. Everyone knew that he was going to play the piano, but no one thought that when the piano sounded, a deep male voice also sounded.

"C'estune histoirequia apourlieu..."

The deliberately desolate male voice sang "Le Temps des Cathédrales", that is, "The Age of the Cathedral".

When Zhong Guanbai sang the phrase "we unknown artists, use imagery and rhyme to try to give it life", suddenly a violin tentatively joined in.

Zhong Guanbai glanced at the band, it was the girl who handed him the piano.

Then, the second violin was also played.

"Humans try to climb the stars and engrave their own deeds..."

Every time he sang a line, he became louder and his fingers exerted more force. Every time he sang a line, an extra piano resonated with him.Violin, viola, cello, flute... When the climax is about to sing "Now is the age of the cathedral", almost the whole orchestra is playing with him.Even the violinist who hadn't lent him the violin just now stood up, standing up straight with a solemn face, and raised his bow towards the piano.

It was not just the era of the cathedral and cathedral of faith that was built brick by stone in the singing lyrics and rose to the sky.

Sweat kept dripping down.

The back of the clothes is soaked.

The veins on his forehead have also burst out.

Gradually, the singing became softer again, the fingers remained motionless on the keyboard, all the instruments stopped along with the piano, and the entire banquet hall was completely silent.

Zhong Guanbai lowered his head, with a smile that no one could see at the corner of his mouth, he sang in a low voice as if asking a question:

"Quipromettaientaugenrehumain

Demeilleurslendemains”

Who promised humans that tomorrow will be better?

No one answered.

Only a metal fork fell to the ground with a "ding".

Just when everyone thought the music was over, Zhong Guanbai raised his head, gave the band a look, and at the same time raised his hand again.

The sound of the piano swept over like a storm, and the grand orchestra followed.

Just when everyone was stunned, the sound of the piano suddenly stopped.

Zhong Guanbai put his hands on the piano and stood up.He turned his back to the orchestra and gave them a gesture: continue.

There were countless people in front of Zhong Guanbai, and they couldn't figure out what this was. It didn't look like a special performance arranged in advance, and no one could believe that it might be an impromptu performance.

Amid the wind and string music intertwined into a magnificent background, Zhong Guanbai walked towards the crowd step by step.

He found that there was a lack of percussion in his music, and he needed timpani, bass drum, snare drum, tambourine, triangle iron...or, the fork that hit the ground just now.

It just needs to be louder and more intense.

Zhong Guanbai's steps were a little hasty, but each step was so firm and powerful, he seemed to be going straight to a certain definite destination, and everyone unconsciously made way for him.

Zhong Guanbai stopped at a corner of the long dining table, gently picked up a white porcelain plate from the tablecloth with his slender fingers.

He slowly lifted the plate up, his ears moved slightly following the change of the melody, and at a certain moment, he let go of his fingers just when a thunderous gong sound was most needed, the white porcelain plate fell to the ground and shattered, and at the same time The crisp sound that erupted also complemented the orchestral music at that moment.

The scene suddenly became chaotic, it was like some kind of assassination by throwing a cup as an order, and all the bodyguards around Lu Huaichuan were on alert in an instant.

But nothing happened, not even the orchestra stopped playing.

Zhong Guanbai didn't care about what happened around him at all, he walked along the long dining table, plates, cups, knives and forks...everything he needed passed through his fingers one by one, and finally according to the He wants to make a sound.

Everything that passes through his hands is a musical instrument; wherever he goes, there is a symphony.

If the previous behavior was just not ordinary, then everyone now regarded him as a lunatic.

At this moment, he is indeed.

When the last goblet on the dining table fell, Zhong Guanbai turned around and looked at the crowd.

Step by step, he stepped across the ground, which was as bright as gold and jade, and headed towards the piano again, while his eyes swept across the faces of shock, surprise, fear, disgust or bewilderment.

The singing sounded again, only the last few lines were sung for each face, for everyone.

"Iles foutule temps descathédrales

Lafouledes barbares

Estauxportes de laville

Laissezentrercespalrens'cesvandales"

The cathedral's age of faith is gone, barbaric crowds gather at the city gates, heretics and vandals pour in...

When Zhong Guanbai's eyes fell on Lu Huaichuan's face, he slowly uttered the last sentence——

"Lafindecmonde"

The world ends here.

When he finished singing this sentence, the last step had just finished, Zhong Guanbai sat back in front of the piano without haste, and raised his wrist.

At the end of the whole song, the sound of the piano accompanied by the orchestral music smashed past, closing the scroll again and again, as if stirring up billows of dust, and finally dissipated.

In the silence, Zhong Guanbai lowered his head and gently brushed his fingertips from the extreme left to the extreme right of the keys. He stroked the 88 keys one by one, just like a king caressing his subjects.

In the past 20 years, he also neglected them, so he fell off the throne. At that time, it was a huge humiliation for any irrelevant person to make bad comments on him through the screen and keyboard, as if being forced to kneel naked In front of everyone, but when he climbed back step by step, when he felt the power to control his fingers again and again, no one could make his head stained with dust and his dignity damaged.

"Crack-pump-"

A few solitary applause sounded in the banquet hall, and it was a cellist standing up facing Zhong Guanbai.

Then, all the musicians stood up one after another, and the applause became more and more dense, and it continued, as if it would never stop.

Zhong Guanbai stood up, bowed to the musicians, and then unhurriedly buttoned his shirt cuffs and collar, and put the collar pin back on his collar.

After he tidied himself up, a smile appeared on his lips, and he walked towards Lu Huaichuan.

"Mr. Lu." Zhong Guanbai asked, "Are you satisfied with the performance just now?"

Lu Huaichuan's eyelids lifted, as if there was a slight difference from when we first met, but it didn't seem to be the same: "What's the use of doing such a sensational thing?"

Zhong Guanbai said, "It's useless."

Even at this time, Zhong Guanbai still maintained his sincerity and foolishness, probably because he had just finished playing the piano, his whole body was full of vitality, so vigorous, he felt that everything had hope, and he didn't even have a little anger from before up.

"There are tens of millions of people who can be used by you in this world, but there is only one Zhong Guanbai." Zhong Guanbai smiled, "I was not born to be useful, and I will not play according to anyone's request... It might not seem modest to say so, forget it, anyway, not many people think that I am humble, so I will just say it directly—"

Zhong Guanbai suddenly stopped his smile, and his expression became serious: "Mr. Lu, I have always played the piano by intuition, and I dare not call myself an artist, but music must be a kind of art. Art has always led the public to explore upwards. Art bows its head to the principles of the masses and trends. Once art begins to try to obey, it is no longer art. The public may not understand music, and that does not matter. What matters is that music will continue to move forward. In front of most people, sometimes hundreds of years are left for future generations to catch up, after all, sometimes it takes hundreds of years to produce a pair of the greatest hands."

As he spoke, Zhong Guanbai's fingers unconsciously rubbed the light blue five-petal flower on the collar pin for a while, and after touching it, he returned to his smile, which was still warm, like a sun in winter: "Actually, I don't usually talk about this with others, and I don't talk much about it in early autumn, but I know how important these things are to him, but he won't talk about it, so let me tell you. You don't need to understand, I will Say it over and over again, you don't have to believe it, I will prove it over and over again."

Chapter64【"Miroirs, M.43:III.Unebarquesurl'océan"-Joseph-MauriceRavel】

"Mr. Lu, Mr. Lu... Hey!" Zhong Guanbai slammed the locked door twice, but to no avail. He stood alone in the empty banquet hall, and he couldn't believe that there was such a narrow-minded person in the world. people.

Not only was Lu Huaichuan not persuaded and moved by him, but he didn't know which sentence he said was wrong later on, Lu Huaichuan actually asked the bodyguards to lock him in when he disagreed.

After shouting for a long time, no one answered, Zhong Guanbai was about to call Ping Huiyuan, but when he took out his mobile phone, he found that it was in a state of no service, and the battery was about to run out.He walked back and forth angrily for a long time but couldn't think of any effective way to call for help, and finally decided to serve a plate of fruit on a dining table that had not been destroyed by him.

It won't starve to death, Mr. Zhong thought optimistically.

After eating fruit, playing the qin, and lying on the ground with his arms pillowed on his head for a long time, Zhong Guanbai finally realized one thing before he was so sleepy that he fell asleep: he might really be spending the night in this ghost place.

When he woke up from the cold, he found that the electricity had been cut off, and the surroundings were pitch black. The room that had been kept at a constant temperature was as cold as the outside. Not only did he not have a quilt, he didn't even have a coat.

Mr. Zhong needed to maintain his body temperature, so he had to start doing push-ups, and after a while, he searched for food in the dark to provide heat.While walking and groping for the food on the dining table, Zhong Guanbai suddenly saw a small reddish light source in the far corner.

When I got closer, I realized that it was a fire alarm button.

Although there was no fire, Zhong Guanbai thought that even if his finger got stuck in the ring and he couldn't get it out, he could call the firefighters. He felt that his situation was not a waste of police force, so he stretched out his hand to the fire alarm button.

The moment he pressed the button, a piercing siren sounded throughout the building.

Seconds later, the fire alarm confirmation light came on.

Zhong Guanbai heard faint shouts and running through the heavy door, but they disappeared quickly.

"Where is the fire?"

"Quick, get out quickly."

"Hold……"

There were constant scolding coming from different rooms, and soon there were men and women in disheveled clothes rushing out of those rooms, some of them even only wrapped in a bath towel.

"What's going on? Don't tell me what fire drills are going on right now, fuck!"

"Who the hell dares to engage in exercises here, hurry up and run out with the one in front, it's a fucking fire, before it burns in front of you, you thought it was a fight with you, and it will be too late when it burns in front of you."

……

When Lu Zaoqiu arrived at the door, he saw people running out of the building one after another.

Men in expensive shirts with only a pair of underwear on their lower body and women in beautiful long skirts with bare feet and high heels abound, shivering in the cold wind, and there are many well-dressed waiters or cleaning staff in the crowd .

It looks like something went wrong inside.

Before Lu Zaoqiu asked about the situation, he heard the sound of fire trucks in the distance, so he didn't even need to ask now.Zhong Guanbai's mobile phone has been disconnected. From Lu Zaoqiu boarding to getting off the plane, the female voice on the receiver changed from being temporarily unanswered to being temporarily unavailable. Lu Zaoqiu stood at the door and made the last call. The sound has become turned off.

The previous surveillance video was transmitted in real time from the Internet, and it was cut off shortly after Zhong Guanbai played the piano and walked in front of Lu Huaichuan, and Lu Zaoqiu had no idea what happened afterwards.But he knows what kind of person Lu Huaichuan is. If everything is normal, the video may continue. If Lu Huaichuan really wants to do something, the first thing his subordinates will do is to turn off all the monitoring equipment.

The flow of people passed by Lu Zaoqiu's left and right.

There is a warning sound from the tweeter coming from behind, please don't panic and keep calm.

This place may be blocked soon.

Lu Zaoqiu walked in against the flow of people.

The decoration inside has been changed, Lu Zaoqiu hasn't been back for too many years, so I don't know where the banquet hall in the video is.He could only search layer by layer, opening one door after another, massage parlors, swimming pools, bars, tea rooms, restaurants... The scattered designs made it hard to find any patterns.This place wasn't built to attract more customers, it only serves a less dynamic crowd.Lu Zaoqiu's sense of direction is good enough, and he can only ensure that he doesn't repeatedly walk into places that have been checked.

"Mr. Zhong—" Amidst the piercing sound of fire alarms, a voice suddenly came from a distance.

Lu Zaoqiu immediately ran towards the direction of the sound.

It was Ping Huiyuan, who was looking for someone from one box to another, when he heard footsteps, he looked up.Maybe the vast majority of people who are not in the classical music circle know Lu Zaoqiu because of Zhong Guanbai, but Ping Hui is far from it. He can recognize Lu Zaoqiu first because Lu Zaoqiu is Lu Huaichuan's son, and then because Lu Zaoqiu is Zhong Guanbai. Guan Bai's partner.

At that time, Lu Huaichuan's wife ran away with others and became the biggest laughing stock of the year in this circle. Ping Huiyuan still remembers that once, a group of wealthy wives were playing cards and chatting. Women who go home to be wives can't tell the difference, no, now their hair is green, and neither son nor daughter knows whether it is their own.Afterwards, Lu Huaichuan's temperament changed drastically, he was moody, and he resorted to tactics both overtly and secretly. Afterwards, no one in the circle dared to mention Ye Yu publicly. Until now, there was no news about that year on the Internet, but anyone who knew about it In private, they will also exchange a curious look, saying that they don't know how Lu Huaichuan feels when he sees his son playing the violin, and whether he feels more and more like his wife's lover.

Lu Zaoqiu frowned when he saw the coat in Ping Huiyuan's hand, it belonged to Zhong Guanbai, and he recognized it.

Ping Huiyuan noticed Lu Zaoqiu's gaze, and hurriedly stepped forward to say hello to Lu Zaoqiu, briefly mentioned the matter of He Yulou asking him to arrange Zhong Guanbai, and then said: "I don't know that Mr. Lu Huaichuan took Mr. Zhong to Where is it, I can't find anyone now. However, I have asked someone to adjust the surveillance at the entrance, and what can be confirmed now is that Mr. Zhong has not left this building."

Lu Zaoqiu took Zhong Guanbai's coat from Ping Huiyuan, his eyes darkened: "He was in a banquet hall before, with a piano and a mirrored floor."

Ping Huiyuan recalled that he had never been to such a banquet hall in his memory: "There are too many banquet halls, and they are not gathered together, so I can only look for them one by one."

Lu Zaoqiu's eyes darkened even more: "Even if you can't find it for a while, if you hear the siren, you should be able to find out which alarm was triggered and find the approximate range of the fire. I need to make sure that Zhong Guanbai is not there. "

"I think so too. The alarm is connected to the main control room, and the location should be determined quickly, but the main control room doesn't disclose any information at all." Zhang Men explained, "This place, Mr. Lu, you may have seen it too. The fire engine has already arrived, why haven't you come in yet? Why is there no security guard in the building now? Nothing else, everyone is stalemate outside ...There is no one now, let me tell the truth, there are some things here, some people would rather burn them than let people see them. Who knows who came tonight? Maybe it's not the main control room who refuses to say, but the main control room It was also cleared tonight."

It is not uncommon for someone to call the police inside before. Even when there was a real fire, they were all suppressed. It was said that it was a false alarm. The next day, even the corner of the newspaper was not occupied.

Even the deep water area of ​​the swimming pool has to be further divided into depths, and those who come in are all top experts.Just like those people outside wearing underwear or running away with high heels, once they get into trouble, they are not necessarily more decent than the people who serve them.

No matter how high you stand, there is always someone or something higher up that makes it seem irrelevant.

Lu Zaoqiu was not interested in these things, so he gave Ping Huiyuan his mobile phone number and said, "Search separately, if you find it, please give me a call."

After speaking, Lu Zaoqiu strode towards another direction.

Finding is a pain.

Lu Zaoqiu also searched like this when he was a child, pushing open one door after another, always hoping to see a figure holding a violin behind the door.

He has been persistent since he was a child, constantly disappointed and constantly pushing the next door again, just like now.It's just that the two words he yelled while pushing the door had already changed to Ah Bai.

When he came to a certain place, Lu Zaoqiu suddenly stopped in his tracks, and the hand that was reaching for a certain door also froze.

He listened intently, and there was a piano sound amidst the sharp sirens, like a calm water surface surrounded by raging fire. The piano sound was very faint and faint, and if it was someone else at this time, it would definitely not be able to hear it.

There is no doubt at all, Lu Zaoqiu carefully identified the source of the sound, that is Zhong Guanbai's piano sound, "Lonely Boat on the Sea" in the "Mirror" suite, probably only Zhong Guanbai has this interest, even if he is trapped in the surrounding area He can freely play his favorite Ravel in a place full of disturbing sirens.

Following the gradually stronger sound of the piano, Lu Zaoqiu walked to two opposite gates.

Not only was the door locked, but a large metal lock was added to a pair of handles.

Lu Zaoqiu knocked on the door and raised his voice, "Ah Bai."

The sound of the piano through the door suddenly stopped.

Zhong Guanbai suspected that he had been in the dark for too long, and had a little auditory hallucinations. He stood up abruptly when he heard the second "Abai", and ran towards the door while answering "I'm inside".

"Early autumn." Zhong Guanbai called out.

Lu Zaoqiu asked: "What's going on inside?"

Zhong Guanbai talked back and forth to let Lu Zaoqiu know that he was safe: "...Anyway, there is nothing else but a little cold, and I ate a lot of seafood just now... I just don't know why I pressed the fire button. No one came here to take a look, I thought security would come and get me out soon."

"Ah Bai." Lu Zaoqiu's voice was as calm as before, "You wait for me inside."

"Are you going to find your father? I think it's still..."

"Wait for me." Lu Zaoqiu left two words and left.

"Early autumn, don't go to him—" Zhong Guanbai heard that, there was no reaction from the outside, and he could only whisper the second half of the sentence to himself, "...he really has a bad temper and is very mean..."

Zhong Guanbai didn't know what Lu Zaoqiu was doing, he waited for a few minutes but nothing came, so he continued to play the piano.

After playing for a long time, I suddenly heard something that seemed to be coming from above not far away, but the surrounding area was completely dark, so I couldn't see what happened.Zhong Guanbai went to the dining table warily to touch a long table knife. Before he could find the source of the sound, he suddenly heard a loud crash, louder than an alarm.

That was the sound of the huge air supply casing connected to the ventilation duct on the ceiling crashing to the ground.

Zhong Guanbai stood below, staring dumbfounded at the scene——

A beam of light poured down from the ceiling.

The light came from a hand holding a mobile phone, and there were tiny bloodstains on the surface of the skin that had been cut by sharp objects.

Following that hand, one could see the stained arm and sleeve, and then, one could see the sharp-edged, dusty face.

Lu Zaoqiu didn't say anything, just jumped down from a high place.The ceiling was too high, he staggered a bit, but soon stood up again, and stretched out his arms towards Zhong Guanbai.

Zhong Guanbai ran towards those arms, and when he was about to reach Lu Zaoqiu, he remembered to throw the knife in his hand aside.He looked at Lu Zaoqiu, and instead of stepping forward to hug him, he stopped suddenly, stretched out his hand a little at a loss, and didn't dare to touch Lu Zaoqiu.

Lu Zaoqiu didn't rush, just looked at Zhong Guanbai quietly.

"That..." Zhong Guanbai looked at the dark ceiling with a missing piece, then at Lu Zaoqiu in front of him, and at the figure reflected on the ground, he couldn't believe what happened just now, "This ...How could you..."

"In addition to taking shooting lessons, do you also need to learn... ventilation duct maintenance?"

After Zhong Guanbai said a few words, he felt that at this time he should not ask about anything, but he always believed that Lu Zaoqiu's fingers would never touch these things. Ever since they were together, he felt that such things as driving the door, being a coachman and doing things All kinds of rough work should be my own business, so I was too shocked at this time.

When Lu Zaoqiu heard the phrase "ventilation pipe overhaul", he was first teased and smiled, and then thought of something, his eyes became a little complicated.

"Wait a minute..." Zhong Guan Baiguang noticed the smudges on Lu Zaoqiu's face, and didn't see any changes in the other party, so he borrowed the dim light of the mobile phone in Lu Zaoqiu's hand to find a pot of mineral water and an unused Then he wet the napkin and wiped Lu Zaoqiu's face. Watching the dust being wiped away little by little, Zhong Guanbai suddenly realized that the bewilderment, disbelief, and shock just now were all just distressing Another name, "You...you can actually wait for someone to come over, as I said, I'm safe..."

Lu Zaoqiu lowered his eyelashes, looked at Zhong Guanbai and said softly, "But, I can't wait."

Zhong Guanbai hummed in a nasal voice, and continued to wipe Lu Zaoqiu's hands. When he wiped those tiny bloodstains, he was suddenly very annoyed, and felt that he could not solve the matter alone.

But after all, Lu Huaichuan and Wen Yuean are not the same kind of people.Lu Zaoqiu played a song "Meditation" in front of Wen Yuean's courtyard before, Wen Yuean knew Lu Zaoqiu's feelings for Zhong Guanbai, so he treated Lu Zaoqiu as his own junior; and Zhong Guanbai played to death in front of the piano today, Lu Huaichuan didn't know Will not be touched.

Lu Zaoqiu understands this point, even if Zhong Guanbai is annoyed, he understands it.

Neither of them said anything about remorse, even though Zhong Guanbai knew that Lu Zaoqiu was in such a mess because of him, Lu Zaoqiu also knew that Zhong Guanbai was treated like this by his father because of him.

Probably because this year has been difficult, some things have changed unknowingly, they have a deeper tacit understanding than before, Zhong Guanbai thinks it should be a kind of absolute trust, that kind of trust makes They no longer feel guilty about what the other has done.

Guilt is not a good thing, they should have something else in mind.

Like love.

If there are already, then there can be more.

Because they had to come in through the ventilation duct, Lu Zaoqiu left their coats outside. The surrounding temperature was very low, so they could talk in a warm place if they had more to say. Cold hands, said: "Come out with me."

Zhong Guanbai looked at the hole in the ceiling, hesitating whether to move more chairs: "...how to get out?"

"Listen, there is someone." Lu Zaoqiu looked towards the door, "I called before I came in and asked someone to unlock it, and it should be here."

Zhong Guanbai: "Then you pay yourself—"

"I said," Lu Zaoqiu took Zhong Guanbai's hand and walked towards the door, "I can't wait."

Chapter 65 ["Cypresses for Two Violins, Viola and Cello, sine Op. (B.152): VII. I Wander Often Past Yonder House (Andanteconmoto)" - Antonín Leopold Dvorák]

When the door opened, it was not the person Lu Zaoqiu called to unlock the door standing outside, but an assistant beside Lu Huaichuan, and there were several bodyguards behind the assistant.

The assistant was shocked when he saw Lu Zaoqiu was inside, and thought that his boss expected well.Before he came, Lu Huaichuan just glanced at the standing clock by the wall, and said: "It's time for early autumn to come back, you go and bring him back."

After a while, the assistant hid his thoughts and greeted politely: "Mr. Xiao Lu."

Lu Zaoqiu didn't answer, picked up the jacket that was put aside and put it on for Zhong Guanbai. He didn't put on his own jacket, so he said, "Let's go."

"Mr. Zhong." The assistant checked his words and quickly greeted Zhong Guanbai again before explaining, "Mr. Lu asked me to come here as soon as he found out that something happened here. Now the situation outside is a bit complicated, and it is not convenient to go in and out. I'll take the two of you back, the car is downstairs."

Lu Zaoqiu glanced at the assistant: "Go back?"

The assistant said: "Yes, you haven't been home for many years, Mr. Lu ordered me to pick you up."

Lu Zaoqiu said lightly, "I just came from home."

The assistant froze, and Lu Zaoqiu glanced at the bodyguards behind the assistant. These bodyguards had obvious intentions, but no one dared to make any moves at this moment.

"Ah Bai." Lu Zaoqiu was about to leave.

The assistant said: "If you don't go back, we won't be able to explain to Mr. Lu." From the point of view of him and the bodyguards, Lu Zaoqiu's temper was almost on par with Lu Huaichuan's. They didn't dare to do anything to Lu Zaoqiu, but they didn't dare Let Lu Zaoqiu just leave.

"Zaoqiu." Zhong Guanbai shouted, holding Lu Zaoqiu's hand at the same time, looking into the latter's eyes, and said in a low voice, "If I say, I want to go to your former home with you, would you like to?" ?”

Lu Zaoqiu didn't speak, Zhong Guanbai took another step closer, pressed against Lu Zaoqiu's chest, and said, "Of course, if you don't want to, we won't go."

If they didn't go today, Zhong Guanbai would go to see Lu Huaichuan by himself, and he might still bump into a wall, but he would definitely bump into it again and again until there was a little gap in the wall.

no doubt.

Lu Zaoqiu looked at Zhong Guanbai in silence for a while, his eyelashes drooping: "Okay, let's go."

The assistant didn't expect that Zhong Guanbai would persuade Lu Zaoqiu to go home for the first time in so many years, and he couldn't help but look at Zhong Guanbai differently. After all, everyone knows that Lu Zaoqiu is not easy to persuade, and if ordinary people are treated like Lu Huaichuan before , I'm afraid I can't do such a thing.

A group of people got into two cars. When the car drove away, Zhong Guanbai looked back at the building, leaned on Lu Zaoqiu's shoulder, and said, "Is your house similar to this?"

Lu Zaoqiu closed his eyes: "No."

Zhong Guanbai could hear the exhaustion in that voice, so he sat up straight and put Lu Zaoqiu's head on his own.