Chapter 459: I'm fine to pretend to be forced! (First more)

London, England.
Villa Louburg.
The sun shines on the piano.
The keys of the piano are smooth.
This piano, which once played a beautiful melody, has been sitting here quietly for almost three months.
Although the servant was very serious every day and carefully wiped the piano to keep the piano and the room in a spotless condition, the owner of the piano has never stepped into the room since returning to China.
The villa is very large, with the smell of birds and flowers everywhere, it seems that there is no such bleak feeling of autumn.
An endless stream of reporters occasionally watched from the outside of the villa, and countless invitations and high-class noble gentlemen would come to see the owner of the villa every other time, but the door of the villa was closed from beginning to end.
in spite of……
They knew that the owner of the villa was actually in the house.
Professor Peterson from the Department of Music of the University of Cambridge stood quietly at the door of the villa, letting his assistant keep on the phone.
He has been waiting in the villa for nearly half a day.
No one answered the call.
Peterson was quite patient and didn't say anything, just waited quietly.
November 5th.
Cambridge University has a scheduled piano course.
Peterson already felt that something was wrong.
Normally, this world-renowned pianist would call him early and arrange lessons, but this month things have become more abnormal.
Peterson looked at the villa in silence, and then at the closed door of the villa.
He didn't put on the air of a professor, nor did he find someone to break it away. He just waited quietly.
When the sun hung in the air and the weather was getting hotter, the assistant's call finally got through.
"Hey……"
"Mr. Edward, are you all right..."
"I...I, and...I don't know, ah, it's Professor Peterson..."
"What's wrong with you? I'm at the door of your villa."
"Ah... then I'll come out... uh... is it daytime?"
"..."
Peterson heard the voice on the other end of the phone very dry, and seemed to be mixed with a trance away from the world.
Yes, it is this trance.
"Crunch"
When the morning sun rose into the air, the servant of the villa opened the door of the villa.
Edward looked at Peterson with a smile.
Right in front of him, Peterson looked at Edward like a ghost, and the assistant's eyes widened.
Edward was originally a gentleman in the impression of the two.
He is polite, not hurried, and at the same time the whole person is always elegantly dressed, and his eyes are full of convincing deepness.
But Edward at this moment...
Wearing a shirt with jumbled buttons and slippers under his feet, the once spotless chin was full of scum...
Especially those eyes.
Those eyes that should have been deep enough to make good people were completely blank and hollow at this moment, even with a slight sense of unspeakable sadness.
This can't help but surprise Peterson!
What happened to Edward in the past few months?
What huge changes have happened?
"are you OK……"
"It should be... okay..."
"Then you are..."
"Hehe, I'm experiencing life... Professor, come in..."
"Ok……"
When Peterson and the two walked into the villa, they saw that the villa was even more speechless...
The hall was filled with countless manuscript papers, and likewise, there were piles of messy guitars and countless things.
It looks messy.
Is this really Edward's villa?
This……
Peterson doubted life at this moment.
"Haha...it's a bit messy..."
"Mr. Edward... Are you creating?"
"It's not a creation, it's a complement..."
"Completion?"
"Yes, think of a way to complete "The Wedding in a Dream", "Destiny", "Ode to Joy", "Moonlight"..."
"Then, can you still take the November 5th course?"
"Sorry, Mr. Peterson, I..."
"what happened?"
"I might not be able to play the piano..."
"???"
In the sun, Edward's action when he picked up the teapot to pour the tea suddenly stopped, and an unspeakable bitter smile appeared on his face.
"I used to think I was a genius, everyone thought I was a genius, even, I once thought I could control an era, but in fact it seems that I am nothing..."
"God no longer cares for me, he has taken away all my talents."
"Every time I play the piano, the melody of fate circulates in my mind, shocking and powerful, but when I tried my best to complete this piece, I suddenly realized..."
"I can't... I'm no longer able to do it at all, I don't have that kind of ups and downs..."
"I have always been a genius since I was little and I have always been the focus of everyone's look up. I haven't experienced too many failures, so I am doomed to not have the tone of "Destiny", even "Moonlight"..."
Edward took a deep breath.
Scratched his head.
"Have you been harmed by these songs too?" Peterson looked at Edward in silence, and after suddenly remembering the news of the piano world a few days ago, he narrowed his eyes.
Many of the top pianists in the world seem to have languished in these few months.
Many well-known concerts seem to be missing these people.
For example, David Jace, such as Brando, such as...
Edward.
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China Piano Association.
"Okay, okay, I must contact Mr. Lu Yuan, I must..."
"I understand, but creating these things depends on personal inspiration, and it is useless to take care of Lu Yuan's personal emotions..."
"Well, our association will talk to them, Prime Minister, don't worry, we will definitely handle this matter properly."
"Yes, we will not force it. Of course, this matter is also very difficult for us. In the past few months, we have received many foreign calls that we don't know..."
"Well, yes, I understand..."
"..."
Liu Jianbin, president of the China Piano Association, hung up.
When the phone hung up, he sighed quietly.
It wasn't a big deal at first, but as some pianists in the piano industry became obsessed with it, this matter gradually became unnatural.
The real top piano artists are paranoid.
It is impossible for them to let go of the persistence in their hearts, and it is impossible for them to change another path like ordinary people.
They belong to that kind of obsession, even if there is a wall in front of them, they will crash in.
Liu Jianbin understands this truth very well.
In the past few months, it has often been reported in the international piano circle that some pianists are in various situations to make up for the incomplete piano pieces. There have even been many top pianists who have abandoned their careers and locked themselves in Waiting for a series of mess in the room.
The culprit of all this is not someone else, but Lu Yuan.
This person left a few incomplete piano pieces, and then announced in front of the world's pianists that he was exhausted.
After things gradually fermented, it gradually became a hurdle in the international piano industry.
The completion of these few piano pieces is actually very simple. With the melody and some keynotes, it is basically a pass.
There are also full versions of so-called piano lovers internationally.
but……
In the ears of real top pianists, they can easily hear the flaws.
Blemish is a blasphemy to them.
They tried to make up for this blasphemy, but...
From the beginning to the end, they found that they couldn't do it, and then the incident got worse. After all, the top pianist in their country suddenly went wrong. How could this stand?
then……
This incident has faintly turned into an international event.
Liu Jianbin suddenly felt that his burden was very heavy.
Yes!
He hesitated for a while, and finally decided to let someone contact Lu Yuan and repeat the matter from beginning to end.
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Lu Yuan's mouth was dry.
He licked his lips.
Starting in the morning, he felt unwell inexplicably, and occasionally sneezing often.
He felt that he should have caught a cold.
It is normal to catch a cold during the alternate seasons of summer and autumn.
After thinking about his recent diet and daily life, Lu Yuan felt more and more that he couldn't stay up late at night.
He doesn't want to be bald.
Similarly, he didn't want his body to be worn down by staying up late.
At noon, there was nothing wrong with the crew, Lu Yuan simply hid in the office to sleep, but after not sleeping for a long time, Wu Tingting knocked on Lu Yuan's room.
"Mr. Lu, something happened..."
"What's wrong?" Lu Yuan shook his dizzy head and looked at Wu Tingting.
"Those pieces of your piano made many top pianists feel helpless, even Mr. Edward and several others started to doubt themselves because of these pieces of yours. You... seem to ruin them..."
"Huh? What?" Lu Yuan's eyes widened.
The look in his eyes suddenly became sober.
This……
Can things develop like this?
"The leaders of the International Piano Association hope that you can come forward to complete those piano pieces... Eliminate these people's obsessions... Liu Jianbin, the president of the China Piano Association, called me just now, and I hope this matter is better not It has become a mess of international events...Although you are not at fault in this matter..."
"..."
Lu Yuan was stunned!
He realized that he was in trouble.
And this time the trouble was really big.
Nima!
I now how to do?
Completion?
I also want to add the whole thing, but now I really can’t remember the next melody. The song "Ode to Joy" is a little clearer and maybe I can recall it, but other...
What am I?
Lu Yuan's heart burst...
"President Lu, what are you going to do?"
"I can't help it..."
"How about you..."
"I really can't hold back...forcing is useless."
"Then President Lu..."
"You go down first, I'll think about it."
"Yes."
After Wu Tingting left the room, Lu Yuan wanted to slap himself severely at this moment!
grass!
I shouldn't play that piano!
I have nothing to pretend to do...
Is it big now?