The Juilliard School of Music, founded in the early 20th century, is one of the best music schools in the world. Its location, New York's Times Square, is only a five-minute drive away.

"Have you laughed enough?" Ye Luo got out of the car and locked the door, and said helplessly to Chu Mo'er, who was snickering beside him.

“Heiscoming！” Chu Mo'er read the slogan of the poster she saw just now, covered her mouth and smiled, "Song Yan is so funny, she actually designed you to look like a financial predator."

Now the whole Wall Street should be in the air for you, right? ”

"It's a ghost, and basically no one knows me here." Ye Luo rolled his eyes.

"No one knows you because you've changed so much." Chu Mo'er smiled slightly, "Look at the poster, you still look like a little white face, but now you are black and strong." ”

"What, don't you like the way I am?"

Chu Mo'er bit her lip and protested, "You know, I'm embarrassed to say those meaty words." ”

"Well, my bad." Ye Luo shrugged his shoulders, took Mao Mao, and led Chu Mo'er into the gate of the Juilliard School.

Together with Chu Mo'er, she completed her admission procedures, and had another lunch outside the school at noon.

In the afternoon, Chu Moer had to participate in the interview organized by the doctoral supervisor, and Ye Luo could only wait.

Maomao is a very spiritual dog, who dominates the family and goes crazy. Ye Luo had seen it with his own eyes on a video call, it was running around the house with Chu Mo'er's slippers in his mouth, and Chu Mo'er was panting behind it.

Once outside, for example, now, it is very quiet, Ye Luo walks with it, Ye Luo sits down. It sat quietly beside Ye Luo.

"You're so good at pretending." Ye Luo sat on a lakeside bench at Juilliard and said to Mao Mao, who was sitting next to him.

Maomao tilted her head to look at him for a moment, then stuck out her tongue and licked the tip of Ye Luo's nose.

Ye Luo touched his nose and smiled dumbly.

It was already past two o'clock in the afternoon, Chu Mo'er was still interviewing inside, and Ye Luo continued to wait for news outside.

Today is Saturday. Juilliard students are supposed to be out of class.

The lawn by the lake is scattered with students in twos and threes, some of them are chatting, some are playing the piano, and the piano in the hands of these students is also strange.

There's a guitar, there's a mandolin, there's a banjo, and there's a very small, toy-like ukulele.

Not far away should be the piano's piano room. The melody of a classical piano piece drifted intermittently into Ye Luo's ears.

The warm and comfortable afternoon sun shines on his body, listening to all kinds of piano music in his ears, stroking Maomao's thick and soft back hair, and the rippling lake light in front of him, Ye Luo leans on the bench, and suddenly envy Chu Moer.

It's a great place to cleanse your mind.

The applause behind him interrupted Ye Luo's thoughts. He turned his head slightly, and found that the lawn was not far away. There was a circle of young and beautiful schoolgirls.

The boy, surrounded by female students, was a handsome young man with blond hair and blue eyes, holding a mandolin in his hand, and was about to start playing.

"Adam, sing that 'Lady Panfari.'"

"Yes, you never get tired of singing this song."

"Adam. Have you written a new song lately? ”

Around the boy named Adam, the girls spoke one after another.

Ye Luo understood, this young man is estimated to be the American version of Ding Shaoyang twenty years ago.

He was also a little curious in his heart, wanting to see what the level of this young man was.

If it's really good. It's not impossible to give him a contract, and Lighthouse Records is currently short of major generals.

"Let's sing a new piece today." I saw that Adam smiled, "I just finished it last night, and you are the first audience. ”

"Wow!" The surrounding female students let out an exclamation of admiration, followed by a chorus of applause.

The mandolin, an ancient plucked musical instrument, originated in Italy and was mostly used as an accompaniment to pastoral songs during the European Renaissance.

The original name is the Italian word "mandorla", which means "almond", which is used to describe the shape of the body.

The timbre of this kind of piano is like a silver bell rolling, very crisp and wonderful, and ethereal, fine, clean, and has a strong classical taste.

The mandolin in Adam's hand is about the same size as a violin, with a dark red surface and beautiful ornamentation, which looks very valuable.

In short, it's a very compelling instrument, but it's not that hard to get started.

Adam played the mandolin while opening his voice, but it made Ye Luo's eyes light up.

The level is okay, of course, it is far worse than Chaves, but at this age, it is not easy to sing like this, better than David.

The song he sang was said to be a new work, and when the melody and lyrics were combined, Ye Luo couldn't help but nod secretly.

This young man's specialty is not actually singing, but creating, this song is really good.

After singing a song, the surrounding girls burst into warm applause.

"Oh my God, Adam, with your current level, it's no problem to get into a record company!" One of the girls exclaimed.

This girl's statement, although there is an element of excessive worship, is not unobjective in Ye Luo's eyes.

Indeed, if the song was really written by Adam, he would have qualified to go to the record label.

"Kate, don't be stupid." At this time, another girl next to him said, "Adam's father is the owner of Morgan Records, and if he wants to enter the pop music industry, he can do it at any time." ”

Morgan Records, a major label record label in New York, has been established for almost 60 years, and the founder of Morgan Sr. was a very good music producer.

Today, the company is helmed by Morgan Jr., who is in his late sixties, and is also a great musician.

It turned out to be a child of a musical family, Ye Luo sighed secretly in his heart, but it was a pity, he originally wanted to invite him into the lighthouse.

In the face of the praise of these girls, Adam seemed accustomed to it, smiled faintly, and seemed to want to do another song.

At this time, Ye Luo saw from a distance that Chu Mo'er walked out of the teaching building in the distance.

Judging by the slight smile on her face, the interview should be very smooth.

Ye Luo couldn't help but stand up, and the sound of the mandolin on the lawn also stopped.

Adam also saw Chu Mo'er, and he was stunned for a moment.

Adam's expression was very familiar to Ye Luo, because when he saw Chu Mo'er for the first time, he was also like this, and his soul was gone.

But Ye Luo didn't care too much, Chu Mo'er was originally a beauty, this kind of scene, in the domestic campus, Ye Luo saw too much, it was a common thing.

Ye Luo took Mao Mao and walked up quickly, and asked, "How is it?" ”

"The interview is clear, and I have also selected a tutor, and I can start the formal class the day after tomorrow." Chu Mo'er smiled slightly, and took Ye Luo's arm, "Okay, let's go to the dormitory and have a look."

I've been assigned a private room, would you like to spend the night here? ”

"You don't have to spend the night here." Ye Luo smiled, "Let's go to your dormitory first, and then you go back with me, I have a place to live near here." ”

Ye Luo didn't tell Chu Mo'er about buying a yacht, this Nizi was worried about money, if she told her early, she would be counted again, and now that the wood has become a boat, it will be easy to do.

At this point, the Swan should have been driven to the Hudson River by Chaves, and docked, a foot of gas from here.

"Oh, good." Chu Mo'er nodded.

While walking, Ye Luo heard Adam behind him asking, "Who is this girl?" ”

There was silence around him, obviously no one here knew Chu Mo'er, and no one knew Ye Luo.

……

After leaving Juilliard and passing three traffic lights, the dock arrived.

The white swan stopped on the shore, and the approach bridge was built.

Song Yan was dressed in a red dress, leaning on the top railing of the Swan, and the hem of the skirt was slightly raised in the breeze.

Dressed in a black leather coat, Merina leaned on the deck railing and beckoned to Ye Luo and Chu Mo'er.

Chavez, wearing gloves, saw Ye Luo's car, and he began to untie the ropes on the dock.

"This yacht is yours?" Chu Mo'er looked at the yacht of the thirty-meter factory, a little incredulous.

Ye Luo shook his head and corrected with a smile: "It's ours." ”

"They live on the boat, too?" Chu Mo'er asked again.

"Hmm." Ye Luo responded, and then added, "It's just temporary, I'll buy another one when I go back and drive them to another ship." ”

"Look at your weak heart." Chu Mo'er glanced at Ye Luo.

"Hey, hey." Ye Luo smiled and drove the car into the rear cabin of the Swan.

"Is it soundproofed here?" While getting out of the car, Chu Mo'er asked softly.

Ye Luo's heart couldn't help but waver, and he immediately wanted to be crooked, and immediately said: "The sound insulation is a little bit, but there are bumps on the water, in fact, it is very hidden, just cover your mouth." You see, it doesn't make a sound, it's more exciting. ”

"You want to be beautiful." Chu Mo'er understood in seconds, she glanced at Ye Luo, "I mean I have to open my voice to practice singing in the morning, for fear of disturbing others." ”

"......" (To be continued......)