Everyone felt that Brando's funeral should be a bang.

The leaders of Spain are here, they want to make this funeral very historic, everyone in the international music industry is also here, they feel that Brando's departure should be a very sacred way to say goodbye, the pianists are also standing here, they want to have a serious farewell to the body, and even, there are some people who feel that the great Brando should be placed in the international concert hall, so that his body can be admired by everyone until the future......

After all!

The end of a master will surely be vigorous, and then end in all the weeping, remembrance, and sorrow.

This is followed by the eternal praise.

In fact, when everyone was talking about how to hold this grand funeral, and everyone was having an all-night meeting, everyone didn't expect that at noon the next day, Lu Yuan walked out with the ashes in his hands......

There was no warning, no one was told, not even the Spanish authorities, the international piano circle, the world music scene......

Except for a few people in Vienna and Edward and others, no one else knew what was going on......

I was sent to the hospital last night, and this morning I was directly turned into ashes.

Cremation is prevalent in China, while cremation is not popular in other countries.

Brando's body turned into a ...... at this moment

Ashes?

What are you doing when Brando?

What are you being when Brando?

Is it the existence of a casual person over there in your Huaxia?

Why......

Don't say anything?

When they saw this, everyone was furious!

Even if everyone thought that Lu Yuan was Brando's trustee, they were angry.

Someone rushed over to question Lu Yuan on the spot.

"Brando left the world standing up, which in itself is where his spirit lies, how can you directly ...... him"

"That's why you want him to lie in a cramped place all the time?"

"Your box, you're not ......"

"No...... This is only temporary. ”

After Lu Yuan confronted these people, he looked up at the sky, and then shook his head.

Then, Bruce hurried over from behind and revealed all the wishes and instructions in Brando's suicide note.

Bruce picked up the piece of paper with tears in his eyes.

"Music is free, so, I pursue freedom, I can't stand being buried deep in the ground and the body decaying and being climbed by maggots, I don't want to stay in a transparent place, let myself be seen by everyone like a specimen, and I don't want to see too many people holding funerals for me, I don't like this......"

"I was born into this world, I was poor, I had nothing, and I left this world, and I should be ...... the same"

"If I were gone, I hope I would be ashes, and then along the Rhine, I would see a lot of people along the way, look at their expressions, look at their cities, look at the night and the dawn, look at the forests and lakes, and finally, float into the distance......"

"If you really want to send me, I want to hear your singing or piano by the river......"

"Lu Yuan, I hope you can spark me as soon as possible...... Perhaps, it's stressful for you, but, please......"

“......”

“......”

“......”

When this paragraph was read, everyone was stunned.

The anger against Lu Yuan disappeared at this time.

Then, they subconsciously looked at the small box in Lu Yuan's hand.

There was an infinite amount of respect in their hearts.

Maybe......

This is the final return of a master.

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Midday.

Sunny.

Vienna, which had been bustling with hustle and bustle, was now extremely quiet.

On the banks of the Rhine, piano music trees were erected, and on both banks, all the world's top pianists were present.

All the world's media, all the top documentary filmmakers, also came, and in addition, the big names from various countries also came.

This is indeed a very historic scene.

When the sun was at its brightest, Lu Yuan held the urn in his hand, then slowly grabbed a handful of ashes, and then sprinkled them on the Rhine.

The ashes drifted in the wind and finally landed gently in the Rhine......

In the distance, Edward's piano rang out.

This is Edward's most famous piano piece, "Farewell......

This is not the Golden Hall, and it is not a very high-end and luxurious place, but when Edward plays the piano music again, he suddenly feels that his whole body is full of endless emotions.

Memories of Brando slowly came to mind, and the sad piano music drifted away along the Rhine.

When Edward finished, Jester began to play his "Funeral March......

The reminiscence of the thoughts, followed by the endless thoughts, looked at the ashes scattered, silently and relieved.

He felt it was the best way to reminisce about Brando.

When Jester finished, Kennedy's piano sounded......

It seems far away, far away......

With the ashes drifting into the distance, this piano music gradually fades into the distance.

Along the way, all the sound was the sound of the piano, which went from near to far until the end of the Rhine in Vienna, and from a distance, you could see patches of shimmering scales......

Lu Yuan looked at this grand occasion that he had never encountered before, his eyes were slightly misty, and then, he wiped his tears.

Old man!

Good way!

..............................

Great things are coming to an end.

What is preached will be eternal.

On the Rhine River, the moment when Lu Yuan shed his ashes was photographed by all the media, and at the same time, the photos of all international pianists playing the program were also recorded by the media.

Throughout the day, the entire international media was filled with all kinds of reports about the funeral, and the international media of various countries reported on Lu Yuan's experience and stories......

Even if Lu Yuan didn't want to be on the hot list, he didn't have any choice.

After all, this incident was so big that it caused a sensation in the entire world, and Lu Yuan was pushed to the altar by the world in one fell swoop after experiencing "Symphony of Destiny" and "Blue Danube......

Of course.

Lu Yuan didn't care about any of this.

When the funeral was over, Lu Yuan and Wang Jinxue applied for a charity in the name of Brando, in addition to the manuscripts left by Brando before his death, as well as all the books, Lu Yuan and the two put all of Brando's assets in the charity, and at the same time, this charity was handed over to Bruce to take care of......

Although Brando's will stated that he would inherit part of his assets to Lu Yuan, Lu Yuan did not take any money from Brando.

He didn't think the money meant much, and he shouldn't have taken Brando's money.

As for those manuscripts......

Lu Yuan planned to keep it for Brando for the time being, and would not let others spoil it.

After dealing with Brando's follow-up matters, Lu Yuan and Wang Jinxue left Spain and returned to China.

When Lu Yuan first arrived in China, an internationally renowned writer named Const followed him

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"Mr. Lu Yuan, let me introduce myself, my name is Tandin Const, and I am a writer. ”

"Huh?"

"Five years ago, I visited Mr. Brando, and at that time, I had an agreement with Mr. Brando, that if Mr. Brando passed away, I would help him write a biography of him, his life, and everything about him, and I would help him record it, in fact, during these five years, I would occasionally correspond with Mr. Brando, asking him about some recent developments, and I would sit in third place on Brando's side for this concert......"

"Mr. Const......" Lu Yuan muttered the name, he felt that this name was very familiar, but for a while, he couldn't think of where it was familiar.

"Well, Mr. Lu Yuan, I hope you can believe me, this is my letter to him, of course, there is also a recording of the call, in addition, there is a photo of us......" After seeing Lu Yuan's doubts, Const pushed his glasses very seriously and took out a stack of materials from his bag.

"I'll ask Mr. Bruce first......" Although Lu Yuan had already believed a lot after seeing these materials, he did not agree, but made a call to Bruce, who was far away in Spain.

After getting Bruce's confirmation, Lu Yuan turned his head and looked at Const seriously and nodded.

"Mr. Const, yes! Mr. Brando is a respected master, I hope ......"

"Mr. Lu Yuan, I will not disappoint Mr. Brando's expectations, in fact, except for the last journey, Mr. Brando's biography is almost finished......" Constance smiled, and then promised earnestly.

"Oh. ”

"Mr. Lu Yuan, actually, this time I came here, and I also have another thing to look for you. ”

"Ah, another thing, what?"

"Mr. Lu Yuan, I wonder if I have the honor to help you write a biography of yourself?"

"Huh, me?" Lu Yuan was stunned when he heard this.

He pointed to his nose.

"Yes, you! Your story is more legendary than anyone else seems, and I'm sure many people will come to you to write biographies after your Symphony of Destiny, but I very much hope to have this honor......

"No, no, no...... I'm alive and well! No need......"

"Biographies are not written after death, I hope you know ......"

"No, no, no, no......"

“......”

After Lu Yuan heard the words biography, he immediately felt furious in his heart.

Are you kidding......

This thing......

It's not right!

"Mr. Lu Yuan, let's make an agreement, okay?"

"Agreed?"

"In October of this year, I will win the Nobel Prize in Literature, and after winning the Nobel Prize in Literature, I hope that I can be qualified for this, okay?"

"Huh, Nobel Prize in Literature?" Lu Yuan ...... when he heard this

He was suddenly stunned.

He suddenly remembered.

This Const is a well-known writer in the United States, and every year his work is nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature......

Then every year......

All running together?

"I have a dream, that is, in my lifetime, I hope that I can write a world "Biography of Celebrities", the Nobel Prize in Literature, just to prove my qualifications......" Const saw Lu Yuan's silence, and took a deep breath and looked out the window......

He began to talk to Lu Yuan about his dreams when he was young.

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As Const stepped out of the "remote" entertainment and was about to get into the car, another Volkswagen pulled up in front of him.

Subsequently......

A middle-aged man walked down.

"Mr. Const, if you need it, you can always ask me for information. ”

"You are ......"

"I'm Lu Yuan's father!"

"Huh, are you ......?"

"Yes!"

"Okay, thank you!"

"Mr. Const......"

"What?"

"This year's Nobel Prize in Literature, I think you will be the ultimate winner!"