The 103-page doctoral dissertation came to Luo Xingchuan without warning. He silently looked at the title on the front page, "Mathematical Formulas and Music Composition"

Tian Wen sneered, he didn't know why, he could talk to Ye Tang about his thesis without psychological burden, but in the face of Luo Xingchuan, he was unconsciously cautious, for fear that the child would be unhappy.

Maybe it's because he has been teaching Ye Tang for a long time, or maybe it's because Luo Xingchuan's background is too unusual.

"Teacher Tian," Luo Xingchuan looked at Tian Wen, "You think too highly of me, I only scored 117 points in mathematics, I definitely can't understand your doctoral dissertation." ”

Luo Xingchuan is not a prevarication, he really can't do it.

In his previous life, he dropped out of high school in his third year, never went to college, and didn't even know the most basic college calculus, how could he understand a doctoral dissertation in mathematics!

Everyone said that during this time, Cen Yannan changed his evil and returned to the right, and studied seriously. As everyone knows, Luo Xingchuan spends no less effort on learning than him.

Ten years of playthings lost and self-depraved, and he doesn't remember most of his knowledge. He started from scratch, listened attentively at school, and even turned out his junior high school textbooks when he got home.

His IQ is really not as good as Ye Tang, he doesn't have the ability to see ten lines, and his memory is slightly lacking, he finishes evening self-study at half past nine every day, and it's almost ten o'clock when he gets home, and he continues to read in the study until twelve o'clock before washing up and resting.

His parents were very distressed when they saw him desperately trying to learn the posture of Saburo.

"You don't have to be so reckless," Gu Yulan comforted her son, "Your academic performance is not important to me and your father. ”

Luo Xingchuan said, "But I want to be admitted to the university well, at least I can go to A University with my own ability!" ”

In fact, he can easily enter A University, his grandfather has two years to retire, how can he get his "stupid" grandson into school when he is in office, this little operation is not even a violation of rules and disciplines, even if others know, they will turn a blind eye.

Luo Xingchuan was unwilling to take this shortcut,

He told his parents, "The people around me work hard and I don't want to be left behind." ”

Gu Yulan and Luo Rongcheng were both stunned, did the people around him refer to the classmates of Eighty-Seven Middle School?

The reward of hard learning is this 117-point math test paper, counting Luo Xingchuan's stage victory.

But that doesn't mean he's a genius and knows a little bit about mathematics.

Tian Wen's thesis, he couldn't even understand the beginning

It seems that there is no second genius in the world, Tian Wen felt a little disappointed in his heart, he felt that Luo Xingchuan was not as good as Ye Tang,

"You don't have to look at the essay itself," Tian Wen flipped to the last appendix of the paper, one of which was a complete sheet of music, "I just want to trouble you, you can help me look at the score and see if there is anything wrong with the score." ”

Luo Xingchuan was thoughtful, how did Tian Wen know that he knew music theory.

Since he was a child, he has been taught piano and music theory by private teachers, and he has never performed in public, even if it is a large or small concert held by No. 1 Middle School, he does not participate in any concerts. Many people have heard that he can play the piano, but few have seen or heard it with their own eyes.

Luo Xingchuan didn't ask this question directly, but changed his way, "Who else have you read your paper to before?" ”

Tian Wen didn't think much about it, and blurted out, "Ye Tang." ”

For fear that Luo Xingchuan would doubt himself, he also added, "She said that you don't know music very well." ”

Luo Xingchuan laughed, "Okay, Mr. Tian, I'll help you look at this score." ”

In the evening, Luo Xingchuan took the paper home and played the song a few times in the piano room.

The song composed by Tian Wen is called "Lonely Island", and looking at the name, I feel that it should be cold and gloomy. The melody played by Luo Xingchuan was a bit strange.

Gu Yulan heard her son's piano sound, and said to her husband, "The child hasn't touched the piano for a while, and his hands are born." ”

Luo Xingchuan is indeed a hand, he has not touched the piano for ten years.

But that doesn't mean he hasn't touched music for ten years.

Like street basketball, he has been exposed to a number of underground bands in the United States, from elegant classical music to psychedelic electronic music, hot rock, and even gothic rap, and he has no discomfort.

With great talent and deep literacy, he easily learned guitar and bass, and after his family went bankrupt, in order to survive, he once made guest appearances as musicians in different bands, and he was able to make a lot of money.

Tian Wen's music is not good, not because he doesn't play it well, but because there is a problem with the composition itself.

Luo Xingchuan made a copy of the score, took a pen to revise it, and changed it until three o'clock in the morning, the light in the piano room was always on, Gu Yulan and Luo Rongcheng were asleep, and the subtle sound of the piano could be heard.

The next day, Luo Xingchuan handed over his revised score to Tian Wen.

Tian Wen was surprised, "This is so fast!" ”

"I'm afraid you're in a hurry," Luo Xingchuan said with a smile, "and today's business is done today, I don't like to delay." ”

"It's a good habit!"

Tian Wen hurriedly read the new score, Luo Xingchuan probably re-transcribed it according to his habit, using very professional symbols and marks, Tian Wen couldn't understand it

Luo Xingchuan looked at his expression and asked, "Does the school have a music classroom?" ”

"Yes."

"Then I'll play the music first, no matter how advanced the music theory is, it is not as useful as direct practice, you can probably understand the difference."

Luo Xingchuan's words made Tian Wen think of Ye Tang's previous statement, and think about it seriously, the conversation of these two children is actually a bit similar.

And when Tian Wen saw Luo Xingchuan playing the piano, the sense of amazement in his heart was the same as seeing Ye Tang sitting in front of the piano playing "The Nightingale".

No, Tian Wen was even more shocked,

Luo Xingchuan played the music he composed!

Tian Wen didn't know that his music was so good,

The first half of the piano is a little dark and silent, and the artistic conception it shows is just like its name "Lonely Island", the boundless ocean, the dark night sky, a lonely and cold island stands a lonely person, the silent music hovers around him, depressed and breathless.

The song did not subsede there, Luo Xingchuan's hands suddenly increased their speed, and the style of the song suddenly changed, becoming soft and bright. It seems that there is an invisible spring rain, which falls on a lonely island, and then the grass grows and the warbler flies, everything recovers, and everything develops in a good direction and is full of vitality.

These images form a warm and bright light, breaking through the fog of the man who is alone on the lonely island.

Who is that person?

He can be Luo Xingchuan who plays the piano,

can be Tian Wen who composed music,

Or anyone who hears this tune.

The long-lost piano sound sounded on the campus of Eighty-Seven Middle School again, this time the sound of the piano was more popular than the last time, some girls wiped the corners of their eyes, and some wondered why they were sad because of a song.