London.

Villa Louburg.

The sun shines on the piano.

The piano's keys were silky smooth.

The piano, which once played a beautiful melody, has been sitting quietly here for almost three months.

Although the servant carefully wiped the piano every day to keep it and the house spotless, the owner of the piano had not set foot in the room since returning home.

The villa is very large, and the smell of birds and flowers is everywhere, and it seems that there is no sense of bleakness in autumn at all.

An endless stream of reporters occasionally looked outside the villa, and countless invitations and high-class nobles and gentlemen would come to see the owner of the villa every now and then, but the villa was always closed.

Albeit......

They knew that the owner of the villa was actually in the house.

Professor Peterson, of the Department of Music at the University of Cambridge, stood quietly at the door of the villa, letting his assistant make constant phone calls.

He had been waiting at the villa for almost half a day.

The phone was never answered.

Petersen was quite patient, and didn't say anything, just waited quietly.

November 5th.

The University of Cambridge has a pre-booked piano course.

Petersen already sensed that something was not quite right.

Normally, the world-renowned pianist would call him early and arrange lessons, but this month things have taken a turn for the worse.

Petersen looked silently at the villa, and then at the closed doors of the villa.

He didn't put up a stand for the professor, let alone find someone to break through it, he just waited quietly.

When the sun hung in mid-air and the weather was getting hotter, the assistant's phone finally got through.

"Hey ......"

"Mr. Edward, are you alright......"

"I ...... I, still ...... 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...... Forehead...... Is it daylight?"

“……”

Peterson's voice on the other end of the phone was dry, as if he was in a dazed and distant trance.

Yes, it's this trance.

"Crunch"

When the morning sun rose in midair, the servant of the villa opened the door of the villa.

Edward looked at Peterson with a smile.

Directly in front of him, Peterson looked at Edward like a ghost, and his assistant's eyes widened.

In the impression of the two, Edward was a gentleman.

polite, unhurried, and at the same time, the whole person is always dressed elegantly, and his eyes are full of convincing profundity.

But Edward at the moment......

Draped in a shirt with messy buttons, slippers underfoot, and a chin that was once spotless, it was covered with stubble......

Especially those eyes.

The eyes that should have been deep enough to make people feel good are all dazed and empty at the moment, and there is even a slight sense of indescribable sadness.

This couldn't help but surprise Petersen!

What happened to Edward these few months?

What has happened so dramatically?

"Are you alright......"

"It should ...... It's okay......"

"Then you are ......"

"Hehe, I'm experiencing life...... Come in, Professor......"

"Hmmm......"

When Peterson and the others walked into the villa, they were even more speechless when they saw the villa......

The hall was littered with countless manuscript papers, as well as a mess of guitars and countless things.

It looks too cluttered.

Is this really Edward's villa?

This......

Petersen was a little skeptical at this moment.

"Huh...... It's a bit of a mess......"

"Mr. Edward...... Are you creating?"

"It's not a creation, it's a completion......"

"Completion?"

"yes, find a way to complete "Dream Wedding", "Destiny", "Ode to Joy", "Moonlight", ......"

"Then you, can you still take the November 5th class?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Peterson, I ......"

"What's wrong?"

"I probably won't be able to play the piano anymore......"

“？？？”

Under the sun, Edward, who had picked up the teapot and poured the tea, suddenly froze, and an indescribable bitter smile appeared on his face.

"I used to think I was a genius, everyone thought I was a genius, and even, I thought I could control an era, but now it seems that I am nothing......"

"God has stopped caring for me and has taken away all my talents. ”

"Every time I play the piano, the melody of fate is swirling in my head, powerful and powerful, but when I try my best to complete this piece, I suddenly realize ......"

"I can't...... I'm completely out of it, I don't have that kind of ups and downs......"

"I have always been a genius since I was a child, and I have always been the focus of everyone's admiration, and I have not experienced much failure, so I am destined to not have the tone of "Destiny", or even "Moonlight" ......"

Edward exhaled deeply.

Scratched his head.

"Have you been harmed by these tunes too?" Peterson looked at Edward silently, and suddenly remembered the news in the piano world a few days ago, and his eyes narrowed.

Many of the world's top pianists seem to have languished in the past few months.

Many well-known concerts seem to be missing these people.

Like David Jace, like Brando, like the ...... in front of you

Edward.

………………………………

Chinese Piano Association.

"Okay, okay, I will definitely contact Mr. Lu Yuan, I will definitely ......"

"I understand, but the creation of 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 well, Prime Minister, don't worry, we will definitely handle this matter properly." ”

"Yes, we won't force it, of course, in fact, this matter is also very difficult for us, we have received an unknown number of foreign calls in the past few months......"

"Well, okay, I understand......"

“……”

Liu Jianbin, president of the Huaxia Piano Association, hung up the phone.

When he hung up the phone, he sighed faintly.

Originally, it wasn't a big deal, but as some pianists in the piano world went crazy, it gradually tasted wrong.

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 to another path if this road does not work, just like ordinary people.

They are the kind of obsession that they will crash into even if there is a wall in front of them.

Liu Jianbin understands this truth very well.

In the past few months, there have often been rumors in the international piano world that some pianists have had various situations in order to make up for those few broken piano pieces, and there have even been a series of messy situations such as many top pianists abandoning their careers and locking themselves in their rooms.

The culprit of all this is none other than Lu Yuan.

This person who left a few mutilated piano pieces and then announced in front of the pianists of the world that he had exhausted his talents.

After the matter gradually fermented, it gradually became a hurdle in the international piano world.

These piano pieces are actually very simple to complete, with melody and some keys, they are basically passed.

There are also many so-called piano lovers in full versions internationally.

But......

In the ears of truly top pianists, they can easily hear the flaws.

Blemishes are a blasphemy to them.

They tried to make up for this blasphemy, but ......

From beginning to end, they found that they couldn't do it, and then this matter became more and more troublesome, after all, the top pianist in their own country suddenly went wrong, how could this withstand it?

Thereupon......

The incident has faintly become an international event.

Liu Jianbin suddenly felt that his burden was very heavy.

Yes!

He hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to have someone contact Lu Yuan and repeat the matter from beginning to end.

……………………………………………………

Lu Yuan's mouth was a little dry.

He licked his lips.

Since the morning, he has felt inexplicably unwell and occasionally sneezes frequently.

He thought he had a cold.

It is normal to catch a cold in the alternating 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 didn't want to be bald.

Again, he didn't want his body to be dragged down by staying up late.

At noon, there was nothing in the crew and Lu Yuan simply hid in the office to sleep, but after not sleeping for long, Wu Tingting knocked on Lu Yuan's room.

"Mr. Lu, something happened ......"

"What's wrong?" Lu Yuan shook his somewhat dizzy head and looked at Wu Tingting.

"Your piano pieces have made many of the top pianists feel helpless, and even Mr. Edward and a few others have begun to doubt themselves because of your songs, you ...... Seems to ruin their ......"

"What?" Lu Yuan's eyes widened.

The eyes that were originally in a daze suddenly sobered up.

This......

Can things still go this way?

"The leaders of the International Piano Association would like you to come forward to complete those pieces...... Eliminate the obsessions of these people...... Liu Jianbin, the president of the Huaxia Piano Association, called me just now, and I hope that this matter will not turn into some messy international incident...... Although, it's not your ...... to do this."

“……”

Lu Yuan was stunned!

He realized he was in trouble.

And this time the trouble turned out to be very big.

Nima!

What should I do now?

Completion?

I want to add it all, too, but I really can't remember the next melody now, and the song "Ode to Joy" is a little clearer and maybe I can recall it, but the rest of ......

I'm special!

Lu Yuan's heart suddenly ......

"Mr. Lu, what are you going to do?"

"I can't help it......"

"Or you ......"

"I really can't hold it back...... It's useless to force. ”

"That Lu is always ......"

"You go down first, I'll think about it. ”

"Yes. ”

After Wu Tingting left the room, Lu Yuan wanted to slap himself hard at this moment!

Grass!

I shouldn't have played that piano!

What am I doing pretending to be fine......

It's big now, right?