"Big news, big news! The young conductor Le Zhengjun, who won the gold medal of the Gustav Conducting Competition, slept with prostitutes at night and was reported and arrested by the relevant masses! Subsequently, he tested positive in the urine test arranged by the public security organ! ”

"The future master conductor, on drugs? Prostitution? ”

"On the stage of the national performance last night, Le Zhengjun went crazy in the hall, suspected of acute hysteria caused by drug overdose!"

"Our country will never allow this kind of person who has no artistic virtue to be on the stage! We call on all people in the music industry and the entertainment industry to collectively ban Le Zhengjun! ”

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Good things don't go out, but bad things spread thousands of miles. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The news that won the gold medal is spread faster than Le Zhengjun, and the big newspapers, tabloids, websites, portals, Weibo, and WeChat are rapidly spreading the news one by one, like a mountain, pressing towards Le Zhengjun!

After only one day of detention, Le Zhengjun was released, and a policeman threw him out into the street like garbage, muttering: "Phew! What a bullshit conductor! If it weren't for the above meaning, this kid would have been locked up for at least a month! If the crime is confirmed, it can be locked up for a year or two! ”

But Le Zhengjun couldn't hear anything, he was like a heartless puppet, walking on the street sluggishly.

Along the way, there seemed to be passers-by pointing at him, but Le Zhengjun didn't care anymore.

I thought that I would become a world-renowned conductor, and I would be able to get a lot of income, so that my family could live a good life, and I could realize my life ideals, which was really a happy life. However, things are changing so fast that even Le Zhengjun doesn't know what he did wrong?

Drug? Prostitution? He doesn't know anything at all! On the day of the show...... What the hell happened that day? Why did it end up where it is now? Who is it that hurts me like this?

"Yo, isn't this Le Zhengjun!" Le Zhengjun heard a familiar voice and turned his head sluggishly.

Pan Dehou! At this time, he was driving a BMW Z4 sedan, wearing sunglasses, smiling, looking at Le Zhengjun.

Le Zhengjun saw Pan Dehou's schadenfreude smile, and suddenly understood, who else in this world wanted to harm him? Who else hates him so much? A burst of anger burned in his heart, pointing at Pan Dehou, and his fingertips trembled with excitement: "It's you!" It's you! ”

Pan Dehou laughed and said, "It's me, that's right, it's me!" Pan Dehou! It's just that he said in a strange tone, as if he meant something!

In an instant, Le Zhengjun's eyes were red, and a kind of sadness and anger surged into his heart: "It's you!" You hurt me! ”

Pan Dehou smiled and said: "Yo yo, Le Zhengda, don't frame a good person." I didn't do anything, I was chatting with the chairman all night except for the show! I haven't seen you except when you're on stage! ”

Le Zhengjun looked at Pan Dehou's face, his whole body trembled, and he couldn't say a word.

Pan Dehou said: "Le Zhengjun, I came today to say a word to you for the chairman." Hey, after all, the chairman is a kind man, and he has a heart of love for talents, and beckons to the following, so that you can come out quickly. I hope you will thank him for the kindness of his old man in the future, change your mind and face well, and be a new person, after a long time, when everyone forgets about it, maybe there is still a place for you, don't waste your talent. ”

"You...... You ......" Le Zhengjun suddenly thought that on the night of the performance, in order to keep his spirits clear, he didn't even eat dinner, but just drank a sip of water! And that bottle of water was handed over by his good friend, Xiao Huang!

"You instigated Xiao Huang to frame me!" Le Zhengjun glared angrily.

Pan Dehou said: "Hey, Le Zhengjun, you are at fault, don't blame others, think about your responsibilities!" You, don't worry too much, as long as you change your ways, the country will always have a place for you, how do you say that? Even if it's a pair of underwear, it should have a purpose for him, hahaha! ”

After Pan Dehou finished speaking, with a hearty laugh, he drove away with a cigarette.

Only Le Zhengjun was left on the spot. Two lines of tears flowed uncontrollably, and as soon as his whole body went limp, he sat down on the ground.

Late at night.

Cold streets.

The figures are sparse and the lights are dim.

The faces of the people who come and go are hurried, and their hearts are like arrows.

In this cold winter, even wild dogs are reluctant to stay on the streets for long.

At this time, Le Zhengjun, who was not even as good as a wild dog, held a bottle of inferior high-grade liquor in his right hand, drank like mud, and staggered down the street.

During the day today, the school found him back, and Dean Wang of the Yanjing Conservatory of Music gave him a notice of withdrawal from school. At this time, he didn't even have a place to live, he didn't have anything left in his pocket, and he had nothing.

He walked through a street corner and suddenly stopped. In the distance, the sound of the piano was faintly heard, and Le Zhengjun stopped.

Although he was already drunk, he could still hear that this piano sound was actually Beethoven's thirty-first piano sonata, the third movement, commonly known as "Song of Lamentation".

Sadness, betrayal, pain, hesitation, this is exactly the portrayal of his current situation.

The ghost made a mistake, and Le Zhengjun actually walked towards the place where the sound of the piano came from.

He saw that at the door of a shop, under the dim light, there was actually an upright piano, playing alone in such a light, on such a deserted street, Lou Rongjian couldn't even see his face clearly, he could only see vaguely a man.

At the end of the piece, with heavy steps, it finally stopped, as if after a painful struggle, it could only collapse from exhaustion.

The man playing the piano slowly raised his hand and put away the last note. Le Zhengjun suddenly felt a sadness welling up in his heart, and he said to the man: "You...... Can I play it? ”

The man immediately stood up and said, "Please." The man's voice seemed to be not young, full of the vicissitudes of time.

Le Zhengjun sat on the piano, and the depression and sadness in his chest suddenly surged up. He then improvised a piece on the piano. There is sadness, grief and indignation, and pain in the song, all of which are the catharsis of Le Zhengjun's emotions.

After playing, Le Zhengjun suddenly lay on the piano and sobbed.

"What a sad man," said the man, "seeing that you are so young, what is so sad?" ”

Le Zhengjun held the piano in his right hand, crying incessantly, unable to say a word.

"If I'm not mistaken, you're ...... Le Zhengjun, right? The man said suddenly.

When Le Zhengjun heard his name, his body trembled slightly, and he buried his face in his arm, afraid of being seen.

"Ah, poor boy." The man said.

There was no word between the two, only Le Zhengjun's slight sobbing could be heard.

After a while, the man said, "Child, it's useless to cry. Do you want to get back everything you've lost? ”

This sentence seemed to have magical power, Le Zhengjun raised his head and suddenly looked at the man in front of him.

The man was already gray-haired and fair-skinned, and he was not Asian at first glance, and although his face was full of wrinkles, he still couldn't hide his handsome face.

At a glance, Le Zhengjun couldn't help but be shocked! This is......

Herbert von!

Austrian-German Master Conductor! Now the world's leading music leader! A superstar with nearly a billion followers! The holder of the top three records for single album sales of all time! Known as the "King of Commands"! Similarly, he is also the chief judge of Le Zhengjun's participation in the Gustav Conducting Competition!

He...... How could he be here! He has always been Le Zhengjun's idol, after the competition, Herbert von did not hesitate to praise Le Zhengjun, and even invited Le Zhengjun to perform in Germany!

Seeing Herbert Feng, Le Zhengjun couldn't help but feel embarrassed in front of his idol, unable to face the love that the master had given, he immediately stood up and wanted to run away.

Herbert Feng grabbed Le Zhengjun and said, "What, are you willing to fail like this?" ”

Le Zhengjun turned his head to look at Herbert Feng, his heart was in a state of confusion, and he didn't even think about why a German could speak Chinese so fluently, and how he could come from such a long distance.

"What you lose, you have to win back with your own hands!" Herbert von's voice was firm, "Or run away like a defeated dog?" ”

Le Zhengjun's expression was complicated and he didn't speak.

"I can tell you want it back, don't you?" Herbert von said, "Not only do you have to take it back, but you have to have those who put you on your back the stigma to pay back the debts they owe!" ”

Le Zhengjun's eyes suddenly lit up, and then dimmed again.

"Master...... Now I," Le Zhengjun shook his head, "I can't do it." ”

Herbert von sighed and said, "Now I have lived long enough. Moreover, that kind of thing doesn't actually match me. The first time I saw you, I discovered a quality in you that would welcome his most suitable master, you. ”

"What...... What is it? Le Zhengjun looked at Herbert Feng with some blankness.

Herbert Feng stretched out his right hand, and Le Zhengjun saw that there was a small thing, as bright as a diamond, lying in the palm of his hand.

"This is ......" Le Zhengjun was about to speak, but Herbert Feng suddenly pushed his right hand and pressed it on Le Zhengjun's chest.

Le Zhengjun only felt as if something had entered his brain, and he instantly felt that the world was spinning, and his eyes went black and he fell.

"The Lesheng growth system has been matched with a new host ......"

It was the last sound he heard before he fell unconscious.