The gate of Zhiyuan Middle School was crowded with parents who saw off the school year, and Lin Zhiyi became the focus of everyone's attention as soon as he appeared, although the photos in the newspaper were a little blurry, and there was a lot of gap between him and the real person, but he was still recognized by many students in the same school, especially those female classmates, all of them were like seeing idols on TV.

Even the teacher on duty at the school gate was extremely respectful to him, "Lin Zhiyi, welcome to Zhiyuan Middle School and start a new learning journey." He just nodded politely, signaled that he understood, and bypassed the teacher to the school classroom.

In fact, he didn't have much interest in studying, all this was just to keep his parents supporting his music hobby, and he felt that the people around him were extremely boring, whether it was the teacher in class or the classmates who were chattering. On the first day of school, the teacher asked everyone what their dreams were, whether they wanted to make much money, or how big an official they wanted to be, or some secular things, when the teacher asked Lin Zhiyi, he didn't answer, just pretended to have no ideas in his heart, and the teacher didn't particularly embarrass him, so he sat down, in fact, he had a firm goal in his heart from the second year of junior high school.

Lin Zhi also has a cousin, I can't remember what his Chinese name is, only that his parents have always called him Steve at home

, this name is the English name he gave to study abroad. At the beginning of the 21st century, the trend of studying abroad in mainland cities was just emerging, and wealthy families or elite families wanted their children to study abroad.

Lin Zhiyi's cousin is very proud of this English name, and in the summer vacation of the second year of junior high school, Lin Zhiyi's cousin Steve

I also happened to go to the United States to continue my graduate studies. His parents took him to his uncle's house for his cousin Steve

See off. Steve

He studied law in the United States, and his uncle hoped that he would be able to pass the American Ba exam in the United States

After graduating, he came to China to develop international business, and he talked with his father eloquently, and he placed deep hopes on his cousin in words and expressions.

Looking at him with excellent grades in a blink of an eye, his father said on the surface that Lin Zhiyi was still young and didn't talk about it, but Lin Zhiyi knew in his heart that their avoidance of talking about it was actually for a bigger training plan for himself.

He was bored with it all and followed Steve

Come to his study, Steve

He didn't really want to deal with the little Lin Zhiyi, so he sent him aside, looked at the computer by himself, and looked at the literature.

Steve

The room is full of juvenile feeling, there are guitars, there are all kinds of pop music, and he also has a row of colorful CDs, in those days, CDs were still the most powerful medium for spreading music, he saw Jay Chou, and he saw ***. He'd heard all of these people's music, and it was quite popular among his classmates, but he just didn't find it interesting until he saw a man with a red tie naked, and a group of men with exploding heads, cheering for him. Lin Zhi was also deeply attracted by this CD. On the cover is written a very simple English letter, called QUEEN, "G

eatest Hits》。

Later, Lin Zhiyi found out on the Internet, this turned out to be a famous British rock band, Queen Band. Open Cousin Steve

Immerse yourself in Queen's music with headphones on, and this album contains 80% of Queen's classics. From Bohemian Rhapsody to We A

e the champio

, each song deeply shocked Lin Zhiyi at that time. He secretly made up his mind that he must form a band as great as Queen in China.

That's his dream.

He thought that his mother was one of the few people around him who was willing to listen to him, but when he told his mother about this dream, his mother thought he was telling a joke, just like all young people, when they were young, they liked to stand on the stage to attract girls, and their mother also thought that his dream was just a moment of enthusiasm for young people. The smart Lin Zhiyi knew that it would be useless to keep talking, so he buried this dream deep in his heart, until one day, when he proved himself in person, the people around him might understand.

For a whole day, he was overwhelmed by the 4 words of the genius boy, and his classmates looked at him with a strange eye, or kept a deliberate distance from him, he also felt very uncomfortable, so he buried himself in learning, but the content of the book was so shallow, he looked at it at random, and mastered the content of the entire mathematics textbook in the first semester of high school, he felt very boring, so I hope to skip every class and go to the music classroom to play the piano, no matter what the score, Or playing Queen's scores, or Bach, Mozart, Chopin, Beethoven, from classical to pop, from rock to punk, that's where life is used.

However, he couldn't, he had to endure every minute and every second of precious time being taken away by the boring class, the English teacher's broken English, and the Chinese teacher's perfunctory text-reading teaching made him feel extremely impatient, and he had to behave respectfully on the surface. He didn't understand why there were still people who were seriously studying with their heads up, and if they wanted to, give him 10 minutes to sort out the teaching content of the whole semester.

But he couldn't show it like that, unabashedly, because his mother had taught him what humility was. In China, it is a very dangerous thing to show yourself unabashedly and show your edge, which is the envy of those around you. Although his father is also a very smart person, the reason why he can go further than others in the legal and political circles that bring together the high-end IQ of the middle class is that he knows what it means to be low-key. This is also what Lin Zhiyi's father often mentioned to him at the dinner table, low-key means not to be different easily, low-key means to behave like others, and agree with what everyone decides to do, only when no one pays attention, can you do what you want to do, and your own ideas can't be said at will, so as not to be misinterpreted by people with ulterior motives and fall into the truth.

Fortunately, the classmates around him regarded his disdain and impatience as a kind of coldness, a kind of coldness exclusive to scholars. The teachers are also good at taking advantage of Lin Zhiyi's upbringing, calling him to write the board book from time to time, Lin Zhiyi smiled and nodded in agreement, and wrote the whole idea neatly one stroke at a time, it took only a few minutes, he felt annoyed in his heart, but he got the applause of all the students. He wanted to say how trivial these boring points of knowledge were to him, and one day he would use music to conquer all the audiences below.

In his new school, he still doesn't communicate with strangers as before, and he doesn't prepare to make any new friends. For him, friends are not about numbers, but about whether they can truly understand each other. He once had a friend like this, but unfortunately he also went to the United States this summer.

His mother found him a new music teacher, a retired professor at the Shanghai Conservatory of Music, whose hometown is in Zhucheng, and he wants to return to his roots when he is old. Then rely on tutoring students to play the piano to make up for their usual consumption.

Lin Zhiyi was still a little expectant of this teacher who everyone lined up to study, but when he came to his house and saw him slumped on the rattan chair with a languid look, his expectation was reduced by half.

"You are ......" cough cough, there was a strong smell of Chinese medicine in the room, "You are the child of the Lin family?" ”

"Hmm." He turned his back to his face and covered his nose with his fingers.

"Play Bach's minuet."

Lin Zhiyi barely looked at the score, and played the whole piece, and the old professor nodded, "Let's play the "Gothenburg Variations" again." ”

"Why is it still Bach?"

"Whatever you want to play, you can play?" The old professor stood up from the rattan chair and spoke in a neutral voice, "If you don't play, get out of the way, there are still people in the back." ”

Since he was a child, several people dared to speak to Lin Zhiyi in such a tone, and he left the old professor's house without looking back.

Unfortunately, when I got home, my parents were still eating dinner, and it was the most embarrassing moment in the family.

"Young Master, why did you come back so early?" The first to speak was Aunt Deng, who went to the kitchen and took out another set of utensils as she spoke, "I haven't eaten yet." ”

"I've eaten it." Lin Zhi also hurriedly entered the piano room.

"Come over and eat some more." Mr. Lin said in an almost imperative tone. He has worked hard in the legal profession for more than 20 years, and he has always spoken loudly to his juniors. Lin Zhi also asked his mother for help with his eyes, hoping not to sit at the table. But in the face of her husband's majesty, she has always dared not say much.

Lin Zhiyi had to sit down at the table obediently.

"How's the new piano teacher?" Mrs. Lin wanted to talk about something that would make her son happy, but she didn't expect it to backfire.

"I'm not going over there."

"Why?" Mr. Lin didn't wait for his wife to speak, so he asked first. He generally doesn't control his children's interests and hobbies, as long as he doesn't delay his studies, it doesn't hurt to learn more music, and it is also a powerful plus when applying to foreign universities in the future.

"That old man is so boring that he will only let me play Bach."

"He's a retired professor at a serious conservatory, is there anything wrong with Bach?" Mother Lin's tone was very gentle, and she treated her son and was completely two people in court. But even so, the son didn't appreciate it.

"I'll do it all, what's there to play."

"Then don't practice. Concentrate on studying, and the high school curriculum is intense. ”

"I'll do it all, there's nothing to learn."

This ignorant and arrogant tone annoyed Mr. Lin very much, and he lowered his voice and said, "What will happen!" It's great to get the first grade in a small place like Zhucheng! How many children who are smarter than you in Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou are still learning, don't rely on your own little cleverness to be self-righteous, when you were asked to go to Shanghai to study, you have to stay in Zhucheng! Under Mr. Lin's drastic movements, his chopsticks scurried to the marble floor. Aunt Deng hurriedly found a broom to clean up.

"What are you angry about?" Mrs. Lin tried to reassure him, "Isn't it still young?" Is it wrong for dad to be old and want to see his grandchildren often? If you don't go to Shanghai, you won't go to Shanghai, and won't it be the same to study abroad in the future? ”

"I don't want to go abroad!" Lin Zhiyi added fuel to the fire.

Mr. Lin threw the whole set of dishes to the ground in a fit of rage, and the sound of porcelain hitting the marble made Lin Zhiyi's heart strain, but he still tried his best to keep his face expressionless and returned to the piano room. When he was a child, his father liked to throw things when he taught him, and no matter what he did, his father could always find fault with it. His mother said it was his occupational disease. After countless unsuccessful attempts to satisfy his father, he decided to dedicate himself to what he loved.

Practicing the piano is his happiest time, he is now challenging composition, he feels that although others say that he is a genius, he knows that he is still far from a real genius, for example, Mozart from the age of three will compose simple but popular music, but he still only stays in the stage of imitating the master of music, has not formed his own system, the composition of the music, rigid and boring, which makes him very mad.

This is still the case today, until he fell asleep, his music was far from satisfying, and he felt that it might not be a matter of skill, but that something was always missing in his heart.