King of Classical Music

Lu Ziwen got up reluctantly, and stumbled out of the bar by himself, leaning on the wall.

He felt a weakness inside his body, his heart seemed to be torn apart by force, the pain was excruciating, and his brain was dizzy, he didn't know where he was or what happened.

All around my ears were the noisy voices from the bar, and when I got out of the gate, a loud and teasing voice pulled Lu Ziwen back from his thoughts: "Hey Qi Mu, you're too bad, aren't you? You left at 8 o'clock. ?”

Lu Ziwen was startled suddenly, and looked in horror at the gangster youth who made a sound over there.

The young men with red and yellow hair sneered a few words, then turned around and entered the bar, leaving only Lu Ziwen standing there with a pale face, his eyes wide open.What they said was—

Chinese!

After being horrified for a long time, Lu Ziwen slowly raised his hand and looked at his fingers.

For every musician, the most familiar part of himself is not his face, but his hands.

Among musicians, not everyone can have a pair of beautiful hands, but no matter what kind of hands they are, they value their hands most, even more than their ears.

Even without ears, one can compose and play music, such as music master Beethoven.But if you lose your hands, you can only bid farewell to the music world forever and truly leave your musical instrument.

Lu Ziwen has a pair of beautiful and slender hands with well-defined joints and slender knuckles. These hands look especially good when they match the dark brown violin.But no matter how good-looking they are, they can't compare to his current hands——

The plump and round nails are light pink, and the five fingers are slender and fair, as if they are white jade, which makes people unable to take their eyes off.There is also a small red cinnabar mole at 1cm from the root of the index finger of the left hand. Under the illumination of the neon lights in the city at night, it is as bright as if it is about to burn.

Lu Ziwen subconsciously turned his left hand to look at the pads of the four fingers, and a layer of extremely thin calluses suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

This is the cocoon that belongs to the violinist!

Lu Ziwen woke up suddenly, he was sluggish for a second, and then ran to the clean and beautiful window glass on the side of the road very quickly, when he saw the blurred figure reflected in the glass, he froze for a moment.

The black-haired young man reflected on the glass has a pale face, but is described as beautiful and handsome.Lu Ziwen has been traveling in Europe for many years, and has seen many models who are too beautiful to distinguish between male and female. However, this young man is beautiful, but he does not have that kind of femininity.

Lu Ziwen searched his memory for a long time, and suddenly remembered a name.

"Qi... Mu?"

Thinking of this name, Lu Ziwen slowly frowned and began to recall.

Qi Mu, these two words probably won't cause any disturbance in Europe today, and few people would think of who it is.But if it were eight years ago, this black-haired and black-eyed Chinese boy had set off a wave of Chinese fever, which caused a sensation in Vienna for a long time.

Qi Mu is a genius.

He has an excellent family background. His father is the chief conductor of the S City Symphony Orchestra, a famous Chinese orchestra, and his mother is the chief conductor of the S City Symphony Orchestra.Under the influence of such a family, Qi Mu started to learn the violin at the age of 3, became famous in the Chinese music circle at the age of 6, and won the championship of the Junior Group of the Menuhin International Violin Competition at the age of 13.

In the whole year since then, Qi Mu's name has really become well-known throughout Europe.

He toured the world with his parents, and even performed with the Vienna Symphony Orchestra at the age of 14, which was a great success, and Lu Ziwen also came into contact with Qi Mu at that time.

In direct proportion to Qi Mu's fame and family background, this young man has an arrogance that is unmatched by ordinary people.

No one looks down on him, no one looks down on him, every time he practiced in the orchestra, his nose would go up to the sky, and he would leave immediately after the practice, and even his piano case had to be carried by others.

To be honest, Lu Ziwen doesn't like Qi Mu, or it can be said that no one in the entire Vienna Symphony Orchestra likes this kid.However, Qi Mu's talent is really admirable, and Lu Ziwen is convinced time and time again with his excellent level.

The mutation happened when Qi Mu was 14 years old.

Qi Mu's parents had a car accident and both died on the spot.Although the two left in a hurry, they also left a large amount of inheritance to Qi Mu, so even though the Qi family has no relatives, Qi Mu can still live well.Moreover, Qi Mu's parents are well-known in the Chinese music industry, and they are also very popular. Many people expressed their willingness to take care of Qi Mu.

However, if Qi Mu is really disciplined...

So as for the ending of a crushing defeat?

As soon as his parents passed away, this boy with eyes above his head became arrogant.No one forced him to practice the violin anymore, no one asked him to participate in the competition, Qi Mu trampled his talent into the dust without any scruples, it was rare to come across the violin once a day.

Although Qi's father and mother left a lot of property, they couldn't afford Qi Mu's appalling expenses.By the time Qi Mu was 18 years old, he had no choice but to pick up his own violin again and make a living by "showing".There are also old friends of relatives and relatives who can't stand it and want to help, but Qi Mu is so heartless, every time he only cheats a little money, but nothing changes.

Lu Ziwen heard people say that Qi Mu once said something like this: "Fortunately, those two old guys died early, otherwise I would kill them sooner or later! He forced me to learn the violin all day long, and he said that I have a fucking talent ? Fucking talent! I'm just going to beg for food, so don't touch that broken piano!"

Of course, Qi Mu hasn't fallen to the point of begging for food, but his life has changed from being prosperous before to being ordinary now, which has hit him hard, and he has become decadent.Lu Ziwen remembered that Qi Mu seemed to have left Europe and returned to China when he was 19 years old, and since then he has no idea what kind of ending Qi Mu will end up with.

but……

"He... takes drugs...?"

Lu Ziwen sat on the side of the road with his back leaning against the glass window, feeling weak. The pain in his chest gradually weakened and almost disappeared in the end.

Lu Ziwen remembered that when he woke up, what flashed before his eyes was a pile of white powder and a few discarded plastic straws on the small table.Other people in the bar room were smoking that thing, their expressions were full of obsession and madness, but he seemed to have been lying on the ground for a long time, even if he walked out by himself against the wall, no one paid attention.

Sitting on the cold brick floor, Lu Ziwen's face was ashen.

His memory only stays in the lounge at the backstage of the golden hall, the fibers on the carpet buried his face, how he tried to struggle, but felt that his whole body was being choked by the throat, and it was difficult to even move .

That feeling is that no matter how much you take a big breath, no air will enter your lungs.

Your trachea is completely blocked, you can only feel that the oxygen in your chest is getting less and less, and your whole body is in excruciating pain.At the moment before he died, Lu Ziwen was desperate to hell.

He hates!

He hated Luo Yusen for being unfeeling to such an extent that he actually watched him die!

He hates!

He hated himself for being so ignorant of people that he actually believed what such a bastard said!

The cause of asthma is mostly caused by allergies. Lu Ziwen has never found out what his allergens are all his life, and he never thought that he would die under Luo Yusen's two punches in the end.

Maybe it was a bit of dust on Luo Yusen's hands, or some kind of pollen on his arm. When the violent beating and impact were superimposed with the sudden asthma attack, Lu Ziwen had no possibility of resisting at all.

Lu Ziwen covered his face with his hands, and leaned against the cold window glass.Passers-by occasionally looked at this handsome young man curiously, but Lu Ziwen covered his face in deep thought without noticing it.Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and slammed it against the wall beside him, and he suddenly came to his senses.

"Luo Yusen..."

"Luo Yu Sen!!!"

Sen Leng chuckled, and Lu Ziwen gritted his teeth and popped out the scumbag's name from between his teeth.

At this time, no matter how weird and ridiculous, Lu Ziwen understood what happened.He didn't know if he was really dead, but judging from the decisive feeling of his breath, he thought that he - Lu Ziwen should have died.

And now, he was reborn on Qi Mu's body.

"Luo Yusen, you said... you're going to wait for me with Au Song from 92?"

"Then you...you must wait."

As if seeing the cruel and shameless face of that scumbag, Lu Ziwen narrowed his eyes dangerously, and looked up at the night sky where the city was dyed red.There are all kinds of noisy sounds in his ears, the siren of the car, the conversation of pedestrians, and the rustling of walking...

Suddenly, Lu Ziwen smiled slowly: "It turns out...you are really talented. Is this...absolute pitch?"

In response to Lu Ziwen's words, the traffic on the road suddenly became busy, forming a nice harmony melody, and the whole city was beating.And all these voices seemed to be split into pieces, flowing into Lu Ziwen's ears one by one.It came from different directions, with different pitches, even just the sound of metal hitting, Lu Ziwen could hear its exact rhythm.

Lu Ziwen was taken aback for a long time before he came back to his senses: "It's not just about absolute pitch...Qi Mu, is your talent so high?"

As Lu Ziwen said, if you haven't actually encountered it, you will never believe what kind of talent it is.

All the voices seemed to have thoughts in Qi Mu's, and they walked to their own positions autonomously, scrambling to tell him their direction, pitch and even the frequency of vibration.

Absolute pitch is already very rare, and there are very few people who have it in history, such as the musical genius Mozart.

Although Lu Ziwen didn't know what kind of talents these masters possessed, he believed that Qi Mu's absolute pitch would definitely not be inferior to them, even... even higher.This kind of sound of all things in the world is completely recognized, which is something Lu Ziwen dare not imagine.

He finally understood why Qi's father and mother would strictly demand Qi Mu not to waste his talent.

"If you hadn't wasted time all these years...I'm afraid, you wouldn't have died in that bar, but you would have become one of those people standing at the top of Vienna."

Lu Ziwen didn't know the cause of Qi Mu's death.

In fact, after Qi Mu left Europe, he really wandered around, and he also began to accept the kindness from his parents and friends.But how can Qi Mu live obediently as they wish?

He started to use the money of his elders to go to clubs and pick up girls, and later he even started racing cars and taking drugs.This made those elders really chill, and they never wanted to look at this rebellious music prodigy again.

It has not been a few days since Qi Mu touched marijuana, this time he drank too much alcohol, so he became dizzy and smoked too much marijuana. The feeling of being drunk like a dream made him feel like he had returned to the most glorious years. .However, after the heart beat violently and the blood flowed frantically, the so-called rare genius died in a dirty and dark bar box, and his friends were still smoking marijuana. die.

And Lu Ziwen woke up when Qi Mu's body was about to freeze.

"Di Di-"

A loud siren sounded suddenly beside Lu Ziwen, shaking him all over, and fragmented memories suddenly flooded into his brain.Just a few seconds later, Lu Ziwen woke up from that dazed state, and hurriedly browsed through Qi Mu's life.

"So...do you want to go back to that place too?"

Qi Mu has already fallen, he does not have the determination to quit marijuana, nor does he have the confidence to work hard to return to the stage that belongs to the music hall.He just wanted to become the focus of the world's attention again, but he didn't put in the effort, so there is Qi Mu who is now wandering in bars and underground streets.

After all, it is a flower that grew up in a greenhouse. Although Qi Mu has been frustrated for eight years, he has never suffered, so he does not have the courage to climb up from the bottom.

Lu Ziwen sighed: "Then... let's go back to that place together, Qi Mu."

As soon as the words fell, Lu Ziwen felt light all over, as if the obsession that belonged to Qi Mu had completely disappeared.

These eight years of unexamined life have made Qi Mu already exhausted, his money is almost spent, and his parents and friends are unwilling to help him anymore, Qi Mu sinks into the dark field all day long, which is also a kind of hopeless hope for the future give up.

"From now on, I will be you, Qi Mu. I want to make Qi Mu's piano sound resounding in all of China, and I want everyone in Europe to know who Qi Mu is. I want to spread the word Qi Mu everywhere." Global! This is your last wish..."

"It's my dream too!"

"Qi Mu, let's go back to that place together!"

"Lu Ziwen is dead and belongs to Qi Mu's era..."

"It's about to start!"

……

Vienna, 2 p.m.

A not-so-grand funeral is being held in the music capital half a world away from City B.

Most of the people who came to express their condolences were members of the Vienna Symphony Orchestra. They held white bouquets and walked in an orderly manner to the man surrounded by wreaths to express their sorrow.When everything was over, when the guests were about to leave, there were whispers among the leaving guests from time to time.

"I heard... Luo seems to have been arrested by the police?"

"Well, it seems that before Lu died, he had a fight with Lu, and the police are investigating."

"Oh, but Lu died of asthma, what a pity!"

"Yes, God, Lu Zhen is an excellent violinist, what a pity!"

"Hey, why didn't Lu take the medicine with him? This is really a joke from God..."

The guests had almost left one after another. After the last person left the mourning hall, a black Bentley slowly stopped at the entrance of the venue.Immediately afterwards, a pair of shiny leather shoes first appeared on the slate, and then the tall and handsome man got out of the car with an indifferent expression.

He walked into the mourning hall step by step, holding a large bouquet of white lilies in his hands, without saying a word, just looked at the man in the black and white photo for a long time, as if he was about to become a statue.

No one knows how long it took, and gently placed the white lily in his hand in front of the photo, and finally turned and left.

It was just extremely simple movements, without even leaving a word, this man who was hailed as the king of modern classics disappeared in the mourning hall, as if he had never been here, only the white lilies swaying in the wind in the mourning hall would not leave him. Well-known secrets are hidden.

"Min, I didn't expect this to happen just after you found him." A blond-haired man waited for a long time at the entrance of the venue before choking out this sentence, and then he followed Min Chen back to the car and sat in the car. Then, he couldn't help turning his head and said: "This accident is really regrettable. In your Huaxia words...Min, you have to mourn."

Min Chen turned his head to look at the trees that kept passing by outside the window, his eyes were dark and unclear, like a deep pool of water.

After a long time, he whispered: "Is it really... an accident?"

The blond man asked in surprise, "Min, did you say something just now?"

The stern and elegant man shook his head slightly, and he lowered his eyes to hide the emotion in his eyes.

The blond man looked at Min Chen suspiciously, and finally turned around without further questions.

Min Chen lowered his eyes flatly, finally a trace of sadness appeared on his handsome face like a sculpture, but he hid it well.

Is it an accident...

Sooner or later, there will be a way to find out.