A plane is flying quietly, and in business class, music director Chen Jihai closes his eyes, listening to the live audio of "The First Night" that has just been recorded. After listening to it again, he opened his eyes.

In the window seat, He Yu was sleeping with an eye mask, like a soft cat.

On the other side, keyboardist Wang Yi is holding a magazine with a big-character headline of "Chinese Singer" on the cover. In the seats farther away, a recruitment advertisement for "Chinese Singer" was being broadcast on TV, and the number of applicants had exceeded 100,000.

Hehe, he thought.

Chen Jihai imagined himself as the guardian of an ancient city, with thousands of horses galloping outside the city, enemy cavalry in formation, and trebuchets lined up in a row, ready to attack the city...... His old man's face did not change and he threw a nuclear bomb into the air.

Boom, the world is quiet.

He Yu's new album "The First Night" is the real nuclear weapon.

She doesn't need to participate in "Chinese Singer".

Several countries have been sanctioned countless times, and they want to build atomic bombs when they are crazy, and Chen Jihai finally understands the mood of those fat people. It feels good to have a nuclear bomb in your hand.

lived to be 51 years old, and Chen Jihai's spring has arrived.

……

After the original price of T-shirts was restored to 799, the daily sales fell back to about 100 pieces, becoming a stable source of money. In order to celebrate the hot sale of T-shirts, everyone in the studio got the first dividend: 50,000 yuan.

"That's a lot of money. Yuan Yuan was stupid, and his little hand grabbed Fang Yan's arm and shook it.

"I'm going to transfer it to my mom. Feng Lu said with a mop. She has a very low salary in the TV station, has worked for nearly a year, and has not saved any money. Unexpectedly, mopping the floor in a tavern can earn so much in a few days.

Xiaomu didn't feel the 50,000 yuan. He's working on the recipe for mixology and preparing to make the cocktail for First Night.

Xia Mo held her mobile phone, looked at the online banking numbers on her mobile phone, and couldn't stop laughing.

Several members of the Scrapwood Band were completely stunned. Ding Bo made a small website, which took 3 hours, and the rest of the people basically didn't do anything.

"Damn, I'm holding this money. Yu Haiyang said. He's a little weak-hearted.

Ding Bo was ashamed and said: "This is a broken website, and spending 500 yuan to hire someone is better than me." ”

The tiger was completely stunned.

He believes in the truth that there is meat to eat with Brother Yan, but now, there is too much meat. In the whole T-shirt program, Tiger is the one who really does nothing.

Everyone cheered, and Lao Liu also found out in conscience that he would give the staff of the tavern a salary increase of 2,000 yuan each. The nameless tavern has a festive atmosphere.

At around 10 o'clock on Sunday night, Fang Yan was lying on the bed in the hut and sent a WeChat message to Yuan Yuan: "Let's go to Brother Lu's house next week to play?"

Yuan Yuan replied: "Okay, I want rhubarb too." ”

Again: "I want to buy a lot of canned food." ”

The last time I went to Lu Dacheng's house was a month ago, Fang Yan often thought of him, but he didn't have time to go again. Now that he is busy with He Yu's album, he decided to go around.

Fang Yan sent a message: "You bought so many canned food last time, and you can't eat all the rhubarb." ”

"It's a huge meal. Big, big, big. ”

“……”

"The amount of food was exceptional. Really!"

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and every house in the building is open, and the sound of TV dramas, slippers, and the sound of two people arguing together is very lively and warm.

Li Chunshui, the eldest brother who delivered takeaways, walked to the door, glanced at it twice, and asked, "Xiaoyan, do you still have instant noodles?"

"Yes, take it yourself. ”

More than 10 boxes of instant noodles are neatly arranged on the writing desk. Li Chunshui entered the house, looked at the table, and said, "It's all bowls? Are there any bags in them?"

Fang Yan sat on the bed, hugged the computer, and said with a smile: "The bag is all gone." Brother Li, take it. ”

Li Chunshui picked out two boxes of instant noodles and was satisfied. His gaze moved to the shelves on the desk, on which were placed a row of books, all of which Fang Yan had brought back from the café.

"I'll read your novel, will I?"

"Done. ”

Li Chunshui looked at it for a long time and pulled out a suspenseful spy novel "Decryption".

"Smack!"

A thin notebook was brought out and dropped on the ground. Li Chunshui picked it up and put it on Fang Yan's bed casually. He flipped through the novel, found it not too exciting, and put it back again.

"Thank you, brother, I'll pay you back in two days. He shook the instant noodles in his hand and left.

"Walk slowly, Brother Li. ”

The book lay on the edge of the bed, very quiet.

A sheet music.

Last time in the "Jubao" pawn shop, Fang Yan bought a worn-out Martin guitar from the fat man, and this sheet music was placed in the piano case. The owner of the guitar has passed away, and this is his hand-copied sheet music.

At that time, in order to get an extra 500 yuan, the fat man sold his father's handwriting to Fang Yan.

"You can't gamble. ”

Fang Yan sighed, picked up the score, and flipped through it casually.

He had read the sheet music before and was not very interested, however, it was a relic of the previous owner of the guitar. He was reluctant to throw it away, so he kept it on the bookshelf.

In this book, some old English songs were memorized, and they were neatly copied. On the first page, there is "This Land is your land" by Woody Guthrie. (Your homeland).

In prison, Fang Yan learned many songs. The more songs he learns, the bigger the framework becomes, and the easier it is to learn a new song. Later, a new song was basically memorized after listening to it once.

He knows all the songs on this sheet music.

The second page is "Georgia on my mind" by Willie Nelson.

The third page is Kenny Rogers' The Gambler.

……

Page by page, the paper is clean and meticulous, but the handwriting is weak and weak. It should be that the old man is not in good health and wrote it down during his illness.

Halfway through the page, the song is gone, and it's 2 blank pages. Turning another page, it was a dense collection of notes.

An incredibly complex tune. There is no title.

The staff is very intuitive, it records the time and pitch of each note at a glance. The melodic line of this piece fluctuates violently in the score, forming huge waves one after another, wild and uninhibited.

Fang Yan didn't need to play the piano, and as he read all the way, a strange and unfamiliar melody sounded in his mind. Angry and snarky, constantly provocative, mocking, squeezing their own space. Later, the music was even wilder, with a variety of rare chord inflections, booms, and a few extremely high notes out of the range of the guitar.

Turning 4 pages in one go, it's the second tune. The melody became sad and soft, trying to tell something.

Fang Yan didn't look at it closely, swallowed his saliva, and continued to look at it.

There are a total of 6 songs, of which the 5th and 6th songs are incomplete and some are missing.

The handwriting of the score has also changed. The previous strokes were very clear, but now these notes, one by one, are impatient, very sloppy, and almost illegible to the next few pages.

The last few lines of notes are scattered and skewed, and the last note drags its tail and creates a long arc that jumps out of the staff.

It's over.

The vigorous music is still ringing in my head. The entire starry sky exploded in front of my eyes. In the humble hut of the tube building, Fang Yan seemed to witness a carnival of ancient gods.

Truly great music.

It's not a piece that has ever been published in the world, it's a completely different kind of music written by the guitar owner. It is full of imagination and comes from a pure soul.

The work was not finished, and Fang Yan judged that there should be a total of 7 tunes.

The messy handwriting seems to tell the urgency of the author's heart, he is burning his life, and he wants to leave the music in his heart to the world, before leaving......

The owner of the pawnshop seems to have said that the owner of the guitar had died of cancer.

He didn't get any more time.

Fang Yan originally thought that he was an ordinary guitar enthusiast, and he was wrong. This senior was a great musician. His musicianship far surpassed his own.

He lived an ordinary life in the city, in obscurity. He created great music in the dark, but in the end, he fell short, leaving behind an invaluable manuscript.

A genius without a name, buried in time.

When he first saw the tattered Martin guitar, Fang Yan felt a trace of intimacy in his heart. Maybe it was fate to get these manuscripts yourself.

Fang Yan wanted to help this senior complete his work.