Palm Idol

On the day Louis Wen moved back, it was the administrator and his wife who came out to meet him.

"The luggage that was delivered before has already been moved into the room for you." The administrator aunt handed him the key card of the new room, "But I didn't expect you to come so early, and we haven't finished cleaning the room..."

"It's okay." Lu Yiwen glanced through the door unconsciously, "Where are the others?"

"One went out and said he was going to pick up his sister, and the other two were making up lessons in the room." The aunt asked, "Shall I call them out?"

"Since you're studying, stop barking." Lu Yiwen waved his hand, "Go ahead and clean, I'll go and see them first."

"Okay, okay." The aunt enthusiastically took the luggage from his hand, and took her wife upstairs.

This time, Lu Yiwen's luggage came first and then the others. Although Jing Xiang and the others knew that he was moving back, they didn't know that he was coming today.

Lu Yiwen went to the kitchen to get himself a bottle of iced Coke before walking slowly towards the practice room.

He originally thought that a professional teacher had come to teach Xu Lan, but after a closer look, he realized that it was Jian She who was actively training Xu Lan.

This was the first time he saw Jian She teaching Xu Lan in person. He felt a little strange for a while, so he didn't go to disturb them, but stood at the door and watched.

In the practice room, Jian She was sitting on the chair in the middle, with a dull and serious expression, and Xu Lan was standing in front of him, carrying the piano nervously.

Jian She crossed her long legs, neatly pressed the switch of the drum machine beside her, and ordered: "Play."

Xu Lan tremblingly began to play along with the rhythm of the drum machine, just like Yang Bailao who was in debt to the capitalists.

On the way, he played a few wrong notes, and stopped for a few seconds in shock, so he completely messed up the rhythm, and then he was defeated.

"Why did you stop just now?" Jian She said leisurely, "Start again."

Xu Lan did so with a bitter face.

"Stop." This time Jian She completely turned off the drum machine, and said in a cold tone, "That's your problem."

Xu Lan hugged Bess tremblingly: "I'm sorry, I played it wrong again..."

Jian She didn't give him a chance to intercede: "Well, tell yourself, what's wrong?"

"I, I was wrong..."

Xu Lan finished the first three words hesitantly, then suddenly amplified her voice, and began to accuse herself in one breath: "My mistake is that I can't play the bass and I'm here to apply! If I can't compose, I need to tell Brother Lu that I'm studying composition! No!" I have to shoot an MV for posing! I can’t sing but I have to be in charge of the chorus!”

"I'm really..." He began to moan|moan in a broken way, "I don't know anything, woo woo——"

Lu Yiwen standing at the door: "..."

However, Jian She didn't like him at all, and his attitude was still calm and flat: "I don't know how to play the bass, so did you just pick a fire stick?"

Xu Lan: "..."

"Stand up." Jian She's tone didn't mean to let him go, "Don't cry."

Xu Lan stood up obediently.

"Your problem is that you get flustered easily." Jian She commented calmly, "Whenever you make a wrong sound, you start to worry. Once you don't match the beat of the drum, you start to doubt yourself. You always just want to follow a standard easily."

"But, but that's a drum machine..." Xu Lan was so harsh that he wanted to argue, "The drum machine can't be wrong, right? It can only be my fault."

"No, I deliberately adjusted the tempo to be fast at the front and slow at the back."

Xu Lan: "..."

It's scary, man.

"Of course the drum machine can't be wrong, but the drummer will always make mistakes." Jian She fiddled with the drum machine twice casually, "Too dependent on the instructions given to you by others, if the drum is wrong, you will also be wrong, and if you make a mistake, you will be wrong." Start to give up on yourself."

"It's always going on like this. You can neither grow into an independent musician nor take on your own responsibilities in a band. The final result is that you ruin one show after another."

These words were already very serious, and Xu Lan's face turned pale on the spot.

"What should I do?" Jian She asked, "Whether you want to break through yourself depends on your current determination."

"This, I..." Xu Lan faltered for a while, holding the neck of the piano tighter and tighter.

Jian She didn't rush him either.

Lu Yiwen was still watching.

After some time, the sound of the drum machine almost became the only sound in the practice room. Xu Lan finally choked out the words: "I, I want to change."

"It's not that I don't want to play well." He slumped on the chair behind him, "It's just that no matter which class the band was in, they didn't want to take me in..."

"That's why I always thought that my level was poor... Sometimes I was particularly envious of those students who were robbed by many bands."

Jian She turned up the volume of the drum machine: "Then you don't have to envy them now, because you already have a band."

There was a rare trace of tenderness in these words, which moved Xu Lan a little: "Well, I..."

"Okay, don't tell me these things." Jian She was so cold that he looked like a scumbag, "If you play the emotional card, I will still let you play for 10 hours today."

"I'll go." Xu Lan's incited sadness was instantly wiped out by his ruthless words, and he couldn't help but stand up and argue, "What you said, I don't want to be lazy!"

"Then keep practicing."

Xu Lan was so angry that his fighting spirit was ignited: "Okay, just practice, and if you have any tricks, you can do it! Am I still afraid that you won't succeed?"

What Jian She was waiting for was his words.

"Then let's practice in a different way." He patted the drum machine and said, "From now on, the drum machine will be unified in 4/4 time, but every 2 minutes, I will randomly mute a bar, and you will continue to play like this. After 10 minutes, it counts as a round."

"After every three rounds, I will allow you to rest for 1 minute."

"..." Xu Lan almost collapsed.

Lu Yiwen looked at it but couldn't help nodding. Indeed, there is no way to exercise Xu Lan's autonomy better than this method.

Xu Lan's character is like this, he is prone to low self-esteem and discouraged, and likes to run away when he feels difficulties, and after deciding to run away, he will think of ways to brainwash the people around him, so that everyone is forced to accept a more depraved version of him.

As for such Xu Lan, even Lu Yiwen had nothing to do with him.

Only Jian She can push him to the end in one go.

After several rounds of hard and painful practice, Xu Lan was tortured to the point of dying.

But Lu Yiwen was very satisfied with Jian She's devil training, and felt that he had seen enough, so he turned around and planned to leave.

Xu Lan called out to him: "Brother Lu, you've been standing outside for so long, why don't you come in and sit down?"

Realizing that his onlookers had been exposed, Lu Yiwen gave a dry laugh and entered the practice room.

Jian She also turned her head.

His face was as calm as water, and he couldn't tell what he was feeling about his sudden return.

It's only been a week apart, except for the fact that their hair seems to have grown a bit, the two teenagers haven't changed much, but Lu Yiwen has an inexplicable feeling of nostalgia.

Xu Lan lay on the chair and asked Lu Yiwen expectantly: "Brother Lu, what do you think of my playing just now?"

Lu Yiwen laughed immediately: "It's very good, I worked hard. I will continue to maintain it in the future."

Xu Lan finally cheered up and gave a big "yeah" to Lu Yiwen.

"You play well," Jian She raised her eyelids and said calmly, "I didn't teach it."

"Yes yes yes, Mr. Jian, you are the greatest." Xu Lan heard his dissatisfaction and quickly flattered her.

Jian She: "Don't call me teacher."

Seeing this reaction, Lu Yiwen knew that he was exaggerating, so he quickly made up for it.

"You've put your heart into it too," he walked up to Jian She, "You teach better than any other teacher I've ever seen."

Jian She didn't express any objection this time, it seemed to be a tacit agreement.

"By the way, Jian She," Xu Lan said, propping his face with his hands, "Brother Lu just came back, why don't we—"

Jian She glanced at him and interrupted, "Who told you to call me by my name? Call me Teacher."

Xu Lan:? ? ?

"Okay, Teacher Jian." He admitted, "I want to ask you, do you want to show Brother Lu the songs we wrote these two days?"

Upon hearing this, Louis Ving suddenly became curious: "Have you guys written any new songs these days?"

"It was my inspiration." Xu Lan seemed a little embarrassed, "I had a dream a few days ago after listening to "The Elegy of the Ibis", and there was a particularly beautiful melody in the dream. Write it out and try. Jian She also said that she is willing to help me."

Lu Yiwen seemed to understand something: "Then, is this the first song you composed?"

Xu Lan nodded shyly.

Since Jian She moved the piano to the recording studio, the three of them then moved to the recording studio.

Several sheets of scribbled handwriting were placed on the piano cover, and Lu Yiwen recognized the handwriting of two people on it.

Now there is only one main melody, but Jian She still sat down and played it for Lu Yiwen.

"It's a slow song," Lu Yiwen commented, "It always sounds a little sad."

"Yeah." Xu Lan looked down at Jian She's slender fingers flying on the keys, and said slowly, "Maybe it's because... I saw my uncle in that dream."

Lu Yiwen sighed: "Really..."

"But I don't remember exactly what I dreamed about." Xu Lan shook her head with a smile, "And I slept well in the second half of the night, and I didn't remember that I had a nightmare at all. It took a lot of wet pillows to react."

Neither Lu Yiwen nor Jian She answered the words, only the quiet and sad sound of the piano remained in the air.

Thinking that this was the melody created by Xu Lan subconsciously in his dream, Lu Yiwen couldn't help feeling that this was probably the deepest emotion in his heart.

After the performance, the two continued to polish the details.

Lu Yiwen didn't have anything else to do at this meeting, so he just watched how they did their homework.

The atmosphere is warm and peaceful.

Lu Yiwen felt very relieved at this time, and felt that the small tree he had cultivated had finally grown into a big tree in the sky.

……

Xu Lan asked curiously, "I have a question. It's really just a question. How do you write your usual songs?"

Jian She said casually, "Scribbled."

"Can't it be all scribbles?" Xu Lan said, "Did you read the news, prose, or modern poetry?"

"Almost." Jian She thought for a while, then turned her gaze to Lu Yiwen who was sitting behind the two of them, "And there is..."

Lu Yiwen just finished playing with his mobile phone and looked up, meeting his eyes, and immediately had a bad premonition in his heart.

Xu Lan asked: "What is it?"

"I just think about my favorite thing to write, people or anything else is fine." Jian She said naturally, "For example, I like road—"

Before he finished speaking, Lu Yiwen stood up with a "bass", stuck his neck with one hand, and covered his mouth with the other.

Jian She frowned: "Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

This was the second time that Lu Yiwen covered Jian She's mouth involuntarily, and he could feel the young man's extreme restlessness and dissatisfaction under his hands.

His palms also seemed to become terribly hot.

Xu Lan stared at the two of them dumbfounded.

Lu Yiwen didn't know how to explain his behavior to Xu Lan, but he knew that no matter what, he couldn't let go now!

Jian She struggled for a long time to no avail, and gradually calmed down, as if thinking of a new countermeasure.

Lu Yiwen only thought that he was being honest, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He bit the bullet and told Xu Lan: "Listen well, after I let go, no matter what Jian She says, don't believe it, it's all fake."

Xu Lan nodded desperately in a daze.

He didn't understand what happened at all, he just felt that Lu Yiwen looked fierce now, and said anxiously: "Well, I, I, it's better if I go out first..."

You beat slowly, I just pretend I don't know what's going on.

"Alright." Lu Yiwen said in silence for a while, "Go out first."

However, before he finished speaking, he felt that Jian She deliberately stuck out her tongue, and licked his palm lightly like a game.

Before Xu Lan had time to escape from the scene, Lu Yiwen suddenly withdrew his hand as if he had been scalded, and his face changed suddenly.

Xu Lan: "????!"

Lu Yiwen was extremely embarrassed. He didn't know how to end it at this time. After struggling for a long time, he decided to pour this basin of dirty water on Jian She, pointed at him and said, "Ah, he just... bit me."

Xu Lan: "..."

Jian She: "..."

The author has something to say: The bass training method mentioned in the article is not original. It refers to a method of training students' beats created by bass master Victor Wooten.

In addition, "Toki Elegy" is the debut work of Japanese classical music composer Takashi Yoshimatsu