The Price of a Superstar [Rebirth]

Bone fracture is not a serious disease, but strenuous exercise is not allowed.

After recuperating in the hospital for two days, Gong Ao was discharged.Fortunately, Xia Yu's parents went abroad again two days ago, otherwise, I don't know how worried I should be.Gong Ao hurriedly called to greet her, saying that everything was fine, for fear that they would be disturbed and rushed back from a long distance after hearing some rumors.

Gong Ao is now in Xia Yu's music room, an anechoic room.Inside was a valuable black lacquered piano.There is a faint light on the surface of the piano.

In addition to this precious piano, there is also a drum set in the corner.The violin and cello are quietly placed on the piano stand.The curtains were so heavy that it was impossible to tell whether it was day or night outside when they were drawn.Bright lights flood the spacious room, making the instruments sparkle like fairytale artifacts.

There are some music scores scattered on the table, some small passages of sudden inspiration.Xia Yu, who studied music since he was a child, was used to writing music scores with five-line notation. Staring at the countless jumping black spots on the music score, Gong Ao's heart was greatly touched.Xia Yu was still writing scores here a few days ago, but now he has left his beloved music forever.

In another corner of the room, there are some musical equipment, high-fidelity microphones, mixers and monitor headphones.Gong Ao could imagine Xia Yu singing in front of the microphone after he finished creating.

He should really be proud like a prince.

There is no sofa or bed in the whole room.There are only three uncomfortable chairs, one is a piano bench, one is in front of the microphone, and one is in front of the drum kit.

It could be seen that Xia Yu was forgetting to eat and sleep when he was creating.In the face of creation, he doesn't care about sleeping, he wants to fully reflect his inspiration, otherwise he won't leave this house.

There seemed to be many Xia Yu in front of Gong Ao's eyes, or they were sitting in front of the piano, playing the light, rhythmic, and beautiful melody smoothly.Or bow your head and concentrate on drawing circles on the stave.

"Xia Yu, if the people around you know that you have left, your relatives, your fans, and Mu Chang...do you know how sad they would be?" Gong Ao murmured into the empty room Talking to himself, as if Xia Yu was here.

Touching the notes, each note seems to have life. I don't know how beautiful these beating notes will be when played with musical instruments.

I stole everything from you, would you blame me?

Gong Ao stroked the high-quality leather on the piano bench, which was soft and elastic to the touch.

Sitting in front of the piano, raising the lid of the piano, Gong Ao carefully counted the scales 1,2,3,4, [-], [-], [-]...

Then play a simple tune that I learned in elementary school:

11|55|66|5-|

44|33|22|1-|

55|44|33|2-|

55|44|33|2-|

11|55|66|5-|

44|33|22|1-|

The movements are slow, even a bit dull. Although they have the same body, the current Gong Ao looks like a low-quality impostor. Anyone who can play the piano sitting here will be more like Xia Yu than Gong Ao .

No wonder Xia Yu was proud and even conceited, but Mu Chang still regarded him as a friend.He was so radiant that no one could dislike him.

Suddenly, the ringtone of the mobile phone disrupted the intermittent ding-dong sound.

"Xia Yu, are you home?" Mu Chang asked.

"At home, didn't you repeatedly ask me not to go out?"

"Okay, I'll be at your house soon, and I want to tell you good news!" Mu Chang's tone was a little excited.

After a while, Mu Chang came.

"Are you playing the piano?" Mu Chang asked in surprise.

"Mu Chang, I want to learn piano again. Although I know that I can't learn piano well in less than five or six years, I still want to learn it. It can be regarded as an explanation for me in the past."

"Okay, I support you in learning the piano. If you want to compose music, the best way is to learn the piano. A composer who doesn't understand musical instruments may be able to compose music, but the music will inevitably lack spirituality." Mu Chang I really support Gong Ao's idea, and he seems to be very experienced when it comes to composing.

"How do you know so much, can you also compose music?" Gong Ao asked.

"It's what you told me before. I don't know how to compose music, but I know a little bit of piano. Sometimes I need to play a few songs as accompaniment for a concert."

"Yes, I want to hear you play."

"Okay, I don't play well, don't laugh at me." Mu Chang sat down, then put his fingers lightly on the keys, his nimble fingers jumped on the keys, the beautiful melody overflowed slowly like flowing water, and the wonderful music Make people feel happy physically and mentally.Mu Chang said while playing, "This is the song you wrote for me before, do you still remember, you have revised this song several times before you are satisfied, does it sound good?"

"Well, it sounds good." Unexpectedly, Mu Chang could also play the piano, and he played it so well. Gong Ao felt pressure in his heart, and asked worriedly, "Is the piano particularly difficult to learn? Can I learn it from scratch at my age?" ?”

"Haha, a great talent in music actually asked this question." Mu Chang stopped joking, as if he felt something was wrong, "Come on, let me teach you, it's very simple."

Mu Chang took another chair and sat next to Gong Ao, "First bend your fingers to form a semicircle shape, and then when playing, your fingers should be upturned, and then bounced down, like this." Mu Chang demonstrated, " Of course, fingering requires basic skills and continuous practice, and when you first start learning, you should first practice fingering and strength."

Mu Chang held Gong Ao's hand and touched his finger. "Have you felt the strength? Use this feeling instead of pressing with the strength of your arms. That will make the music lose its rhythm and make you feel tired."

When Gong Ao's hand was touched, there seemed to be a warm current in his heart, and his heart beat irregularly.But people who focus on teaching piano don't seem to find anything unusual.

"Oh, by the way, when you came, you said you had any good news for me?" Gong Ao hurriedly interrupted Mu Chang who was teaching.

"The company agreed to give you a two-month vacation. Do you know that since you debuted, you have hardly had time to rest. Every day, except in the company, you go home and create. The company has arranged many schedules for you, but before you I don’t seem to feel tired, you will often be with me in your free time, we discuss music together, you really love music.”

Mu Chang talked endlessly about Xia Yu. He was not a talkative person, but every time he talked about Xia Yu, he could always elicit a lot of words.What Xia Yu likes and what he is used to, he knows better than anyone else.As Mu Chang said before, he and Xia Yu are very good friends.

Mu Chang, if I told you that Xia Yu died, would you know some reasons?Gong Ao looked at Mu Chang in a daze.

"Actually, sometimes, seeing your serious thoughts, I really want you to recover your memory quickly." Mu Chang touched the piano cover, "But sometimes I don't want you to recover your memory."

"Why?" Gong Ao was full of doubts.

"Because you look more...happier now." Mu Chang looked at the piano cover and thought.

"Was I not happy before?"

"In the past, you were a little paranoid. Sometimes your thoughts were very extreme. Occasionally, you would have a bad fight with me. We would have a big fight, but after that, you apologized and said that you didn't want to lose me as a friend. There is really nothing you can do about it." Mu Chang showed a somewhat bitter smile.

"Then when I was paranoid, did you hate me?"

"I don't hate it. Because I'm older than you, you're like a willful younger brother. I won't blame you if you lose your temper once in a while."

It turned out that Mu Chang regarded Xia Yu as his younger brother, so he could understand why Mu Chang often felt spoiled when he talked about Xia Yu.

"Brother?" Gong Ao seemed to want to confirm this metaphor.

"Yeah, you signed into the company at the age of 19. You were just a child at that time. No one in the company paid attention to you. You don't like the company to control you. What the company fears most is when reporters interview you, because they don't know that you will say What to say. For this reason, they often write a preliminary plan in advance, and then show it to you." Mu Chang laughed.

"Now you seem to be mature, you are more cautious when speaking, you are kind to people, and you smile more. So, sometimes I really hope that you don't restore your memory, but I feel that it is wrong for me to think like this. , that is all his past, I believe that when you recover your memory, you may still be like this, after all, you are 22 years old now."

Gong Ao just smiled and didn't answer.Every time Mu Chang praised Xia Yu, he felt a little jealous in his heart, although he suppressed that jealousy deeply.But when Mu Chang expressed his appreciation for the current him, Gong Ao felt ashamed.

His goodness was based on Xia Yu, a talented musician, Xia Yu, so others would think he was good.If he is just an ordinary person, even if he has these so-called benefits, he has nothing to praise.

Ordinary people are usually humble and kind. Only those who are capable and talented are proud of themselves.

The servant informed that dinner was ready, and Gong Ao asked Mu Chang to stay for dinner.

At the dining table, when Mu Chang watched Gong Ao eat the carrots in the Kung Pao Chicken, his eyes froze, "Are you not picky eaters now?"

Gong Ao knew that he had exposed a flaw, so he said, "The doctor said that my body needs comprehensive nutrition, and I want to get better soon."

"I often advised you not to be picky eaters before, but you didn't listen. You actually said, just pretend that we don't have this kind of vegetables in our place, so that you won't be considered picky eaters." Mu Chang still looked surprised, "You Do you eat anything now?"

Gong Ao nodded.

"In the past, every time you ate, you would put an empty bowl next to the table, and then you would carefully filter out the shallots, shredded ginger, sliced ​​garlic, pepper, carrot, green pepper, and even some oil in it. "

"Really." Gong Ao laughed, "It seems that I was pretty cute before."

"It's also very cute now." Mu Chang looked at Gong Ao under the light, saw that Gong Ao's tear mole showed a kind of childishness because of his smile, and couldn't help saying.