Chapter 314: World Classics

At the memorial service, Ye Li did not see John.

And even those people from the Sky Band rushed over, and through talking with them, Ye Lizhi said that John vomited blood directly when he learned the news at that moment.

Then he ran away alone, and no one could find his whereabouts.

The entire world is searching, but there is no way to know the location of John at this moment.

Thinking of this, Ye Li's body became cold.

And almost at such a time, the Italian Music Council and the Angolan Music Council began to criticize John crazy on the Internet!

"Escaping is not a musician's doing!"

"Originally, John thought that he had his teacher behind him, so he could be unscrupulous, but now it turns out that he is just a child! He's so immature! ”

"Or it can be said that as John's teacher, Andres was overwhelmed, and John killed his teacher!"

"And such a John didn't appear at all before the teacher's last ceremony!"

"How can such a rebel be worthy of being a musician!"

Countless voices began to criticize John, and even those who supported John before changed the wind, and those John's fans from the initial distrust to the most reluctant shaking their heads are enough to explain all this.

It seemed that the entire world realm was overwhelmed by this, and heavy rain fell in most places, and it did not stop for several days.

Ye Li, who returned to Kyoto, China, was in the room at the moment, browsing the news on the Internet, and suddenly felt a lot of coolness on his body.

It's raining harder outside.

Where would John, who is alone at this moment, be?

Although Ye Li and John have not known each other for long. But I felt it vaguely. At this moment, John may have been in the place where he first met his teacher. In a person quietly praying, praying that the teacher will be happy in heaven.

It's just that John at this moment is facing an unprecedented predicament.

Ye Li was deeply aware of the grief and pressure in John's heart at this moment, but it was a pity that he had no way to share it.

It's the same if he puts himself in such an environment.

Ye Li gently closed his eyes.

"No, I have to help him!"

"If I'm in that situation, he'll be able to understand me. Want to do something for me! ”

"It's a resonance of the heart of music!"

Ye Li remembered John's hearty laughter, and remembered that no matter what the situation, John would not give up, so he believed that John would not give up now, and now it was just a juncture, and he needed someone to pull him.

"So ......"

Ye Li's gaze became hot, and then he picked up his pen and wrote a line of words on the paper vigorously: "John. Christopher! ”

This work was written by Ye Li's favorite French writer Romain Rolland, a music critic, social activist, and Nobel Prize winner in literature.

This work was serialized by Romain Rolland in 1904. It wasn't serialized until 1912, and the book goes through the life of a musician. Reflecting the conflict between the individual and society, between ideals and reality, this work is also known as a "musical novel", with a symphonic structure and grandiose discrimination, scrolls like movements, interlocking and pushing the emotions of the characters to a climax, and won the Grand Prix of the Académie de France in 1913.

And when the Great War broke out in 1914, because Romain Rolland published anti-war articles, it led to a large-scale controversy in the whole world, and most people at that time were poisoned by the Great War and began to criticize him.

Under these circumstances, in 1915, the Swedish Academy awarded him the Nobel Prize in Literature despite the obstruction of the French government!

Ye Li wrote down seriously.

The sound of the river rose from behind the house. The rain kept falling on the windows......"

According to the memories that John had told him, Ye Li began to slowly outline John's environment since he was a child.

Then after a pause, Ye Li immediately stopped his pen and fell into thought.

When Ye Li was in college, he was once obsessed with this work, and he felt amazed by some of the psychological descriptions in it, and even made thick notes, which page and paragraph of the classic sentences were noted, and then he would recite them, and several times he moved, he would photocopy these documents again, so as not to lose them, even if they did not change for decades after graduating from college, which shows the impact of this book on Ye Li.

Not only Ye Li, but the impact of this book on many people is crucial, and can even turn many people's lives upside down, some people believe that the young Christopher is Beethoven, and in the old age, it is Tolstoy. At the age of 20, he fell in love with a young and beautiful widow, but she died, and he lived in exile, carrying his love for a country......

Thinking of this, Ye Li felt hot in his heart and began to continue writing.

Thinking that he was creating exactly that, and was writing a second epic work, he felt like his heart was exploding.

If he can complete it, he will definitely be the first person to open a new age of writers!

Ye Li felt that the words in his hand had become heavy, and there seemed to be a behemoth's light flickering, with a flood of light, devouring it.

"No, I don't have the strength to finish it right now......"

If it weren't for the precipitation of the past half a year, if it weren't for John's matter now, Ye Li wouldn't be able to control it at all, and now although Ye Li has the strength, it is only the beginning, Ye Li feels powerless.

This book is so classic that it makes him sigh with admiration, and he doesn't dare to spoil the classic in his mind.

It was too difficult for him to finish the book.

The environment and details of the two worlds are different, Ye Li must introduce all the knowledge in that world into the common sense of this world, and at the same time, Ye Li has to add his own emotions.

If the core of a book is someone else's emotions, then the book doesn't belong to him!

Therefore, Ye Li's attempt to complete this literary masterpiece of 1.2 million words is more difficult to control than the illusory world world like "The Lord of the Rings"!

But Ye Li's gaze became firm, because he wanted to complete this novel in the fastest time to support John!

Ye Li wrote unswervingly.

John in the novel. Christopher was born into a musical family in a small town on the Rhine, and his grandfather was the conductor of the royal band, but his father was a frequent drinker and the family was in ruins.

Christopher Jr. was ugly, but he was loved by his grandfather, and he had the idea of being a big man from an early age. One day, he was teased by the young lady at the home of his mother's maid.

Ye Li wrote: "The little girl called him a coward, saying that he was afraid. He was very unconvinced when he heard this, and he jumped anyway, knowing that he had to fall...... His clothes were torn at the rest of his knees, and he was so annoyed that he could only hear the two children dancing happily beside him...... He jumped to his feet, shook like a dog, and threw the two enemies apart......"

Ye Li wrote that Christopher Jr. was beaten for resisting, and his mother made him kneel in apology.

He refused, bit his mother's hand, and ran away amid the laughter of the servants. He went away with great sorrow, was humiliated, slapped again, and his face burned with ashes. He did his best not to think about it, and hurriedly moved his steps, because he did not want to cry in the street...... His father understood and helped beat him, perhaps before he understood. While beating the child, he said that the child was right, and the mother scolded her husband for being too cruel while teaching the child......"

Writing this, Ye Li felt that the blood in his whole body was surging together, and it was about to explode.

This scene is just like John's current situation.

It's just that because of the different statuses, the child has been wronged outside, but the mother and father treat the child like this......

Just as John's teacher died, the whole world questioned John's actions......

Ye Li felt a deep sadness.

He must fully express his inner emotions for John!

At this moment, all kinds of knowledge and all kinds of emotions that he has accumulated in the past six months poured into it, and he slowly wrote the sentences in his own style.

He writes that Christopher Jr. slowly became a musical genius because of his magical love for music, and even at the age of six, he gave a special concert at the court, which was well received by the audience, and the Grand Duke called him a reincarnation of Mozart.

Christopher Jr. was growing up, but his father, who was alcoholic, sold the family's piano.

He trembled with anger and glared at his father. And the father's voice trembled and said: My son, don't look down on me! ”

Christopher threw his arms around his neck and cried out: "Daddy, dear father! I didn't look down on you! Alas, I'm in such pain. ”

Writing this, Ye Li's heart was filled with a strong sorrow. That father-son relationship flooded in his heart, making him feel warm. But at the same time, I felt a deep sadness for this father's unrepentant death.

But that's life.

Ye Li slowly completed the story of the first volume of the previous volume.

At this moment, it was already dawn.

Ye Li wrote for twelve hours.

He gasped softly.

But at the same time, Ye Lizhi said that he was far from enough, the previous part was just the beginning of Christopher's life, and with the later plot, everything will become more difficult from Christopher's music career, love, and twists and turns.

Compared with the original version of the world's masterpieces, Ye Li felt that there were still deficiencies in many places after his own adaptation.

"It seems that the quality of the work can only be guaranteed through constant revision. Ernest Hemingway once said that the first work is shit, and the real work even needs to be revised more than eight or ten times......"

Ye Li toughened his heart.

At this moment, although it was dawn, the rain outside was heavier.

"John, where are you at this moment?"

Ye Li paused for his pen, he couldn't hold it anymore, and then he fell asleep.

Some kind of thought becomes more sincere in sleep, in the rain. (To be continued......)