11:20 a.m. in the office of the Trustee of the Musicians Association on the third floor.

Othello's serious pale gray eyes looked at Victor in front of him: "Victor, you should make a decision, a full twenty minutes, can't you pick out the music you are satisfied with? They are the crystallization of your musical inspiration for the past twenty years." ”

Victor sat in the chair opposite Othello, his face pale and dull, and the table in front of him was full of his own music, but his eyes were confused and unfocused, as if he were looking at something else through these music, which could be the violin, his first instrument, or the gloomy cemetery.

After hearing Othello's words, his lips trembled slightly, and he said with difficulty: "Can you let me think about it again? ”

Wolfe, who was sitting across from Othello, smiled with strong irony: "Think again, can you come up with a better piece of music? Victor, well, don't hold on any longer, maybe you think there is good music in mediocre works? Don't waste Othello's time, he is waiting to have lunch with Her Royal Highness." ”

Othello nodded, took out a pocket watch and looked at it: "Her Royal Highness the princess invited me to lunch at one o'clock, and the carriage from the association to the Lata Xia Palace took fifteen minutes, but the torrential rain last night has not stopped until now, there is serious water accumulation in many places, and it is necessary to make a detour, at least ten minutes in advance, and before that, I will take a nap for an hour to prevent fatigue from making me lose my demeanor." Victor you don't have much time left, and if you're not sure about the last ten minutes, let Wolf take your place, he has just been invited by Count Rafati to give a concert, and he has no problem with the band. ”

The Latahya Palace was the seat of the court of the Duchy of Vaorit.

Wolfe's eyes revealed extreme enthusiasm and eagerness, with his relationship with the aristocracy, as long as he can hold a concert in the Chant Hall, as long as there are no major problems in the concert, he can go further on the road of music, and he is likely to become a director of the association in the future, he took a deep breath and looked at Victor: "Victor, I don't want to rob you of the opportunity to perform, but for the sake of the association, you have to make a decision." ”

Victor withdrew his gaze and stared at the sheet music on the table for a full two minutes, then reached out and pointed to a sheet of music with his right hand: "That's it." ”

Such a simple action and such a simple sentence seemed to drain Victor's strength and make him collapse in his chair, but once the decision was made, although Victor was full of disappointment and unwillingness, he still felt a little relaxed in his heart, at least he didn't have to work hard and burn his soul to think of a new song, a piece that had tormented him for nine years and had not finished it.

"Maybe it's a good thing that you won't be tortured every night and can't sleep. Victor thought numbly and desperately.

Othello clapped his hands with satisfaction: "Victor, I'm very happy that you can make a decision, but you have some problems with your mental state, if you can't recover before the concert, I have some potions here to help you, but it will have a little impact on your health." Okay, you guys go out of the house, I'm going to take a nap for an hour. ”

Wolf walked out of the office with Victor, who seemed to have difficulty walking, and when the wooden door closed, he glanced at Victor with hatred: "Enjoy your last Chant Hall concert, and don't let your wife down on Heavenly Mountain." ”

"You ......" Victor couldn't accept that someone was attacking him with his own wife, and looked at Wolf angrily.

Wolf spread his hands, snorted coldly, and said harshly, "Why are you looking at me? It's you, not me, who will disappoint your wife, Victor." ”

After saying that, he sneered and left, and Victor squatted on the ground as if he had been hit by the vital point, covering his face, so that Lot, Phyllis, and Herodotus, who had been waiting next to him, panicked and quickly helped him up.

"Let me go to the lounge to cool off and start practicing all the pieces in the afternoon. Victor said in a weak voice.

Lot, Phyllis, and Herodotus gave each other a bitter look, and it was time to start thinking about how to cheer up Mr. Victor.

............

Leaving Victor's house, Lucien held an umbrella and ran through the heavy rain, and the rain blew into the umbrella with the strong wind, wetting Lucian's clothes again, making Lucian's weakness obvious again.

In this way, the road was filled with white mist stirred up by heavy rain, and there were very few pedestrians and carriages, so that Lucian could run fast without worrying about obstacles, but the problem was that after running a certain distance, Lucian had to stop and gasp for breath because of his weakness, and the strong wind and umbrella hindered Lucian's progress.

"Maybe a few minutes early, you can stop the list before it reaches Princess Natasha. Lucien walked around the deep water, panting as he walked slowly down the ankle-deep street, and then continued to run.

As he ran, the umbrella in Lucian's hand was bent backwards by the strong wind, making him almost unable to hold it.

"The clothes were wet anyway. Without hesitation, Lucien put away his umbrella, clipped it to the inside of his arm, let the rain fall on him, and ran quickly.

This time, without the umbrella in the way, Lucien went on a rampage in the heavy rain and became faster.

Only by doing your best can you not regret it, and Lucien's persistence, struggle, persistence and stubbornness are fully displayed at this moment.

The bean-sized amount of rain hit the face, and there was a slight painful sensation.

............

It normally takes more than twenty minutes to get from Victor's house to the Musicians' Guild, but Lucien only takes six minutes.

At twelve forty-one, outside the gate of the Musicians' Association, Lucien pressed his hands on his knees, his back hunched, panting heavily, his wet hair sticking to his face, water dripping down his face on the patterned rocks outside the gate, and his clothes were completely drenched, and he looked very heavy.

After relieving himself a little, Lucien pushed open the door and entered the hall.

Elena was startled when she saw Lucian's appearance, and walked out from behind the wooden cabinet: "Lucian, is it raining so hard outside?

"Nothing. Elena, where is Mr. Victor?" Lucien asked quickly.

Elena thought for a moment, "It must be in his lounge, I saw Phyllis go upstairs with lunch." ”

"Thank you. Lucien handed the umbrella to Elena and thanked him, then hurriedly turned and ran up the stairs.

Elena looked at Lucien's back strangely: "What's so in such a hurry?"

............

A weakened Lucien climbed the stairs with difficulty and speed, and a minute later arrived at Victor's break room, knocking on the door.

It was Lott who came to open the door, his face was very bad, and he saw that Lucien just nodded, and there was no doubt that he was coming.

Lucien walked into the lounge and saw Victor sitting behind his desk, burying his face in his hands as if he had lost all enthusiasm and hope, and did not respond to a knock on the door, like an oil painting that had lost its color.

And Phyllis, Herodotus, and Rhine, who had rushed over after hearing about it, all sat on the sofa next to them in silence, and the simple lunch in front of them was still the same, not reduced a little.

"Mr. Victor has finalized the music list?" Lucien asked them.

Lot, Phyllis, and Herodotus were in no mood to answer, only Rhine nodded: "Yes, use the original piece of music." ”

Lucien took a breath, suppressed the disappointment and frustration that had swelled up, walked up to Victor, propped his hands on the desk, and said loudly: "Mr. Victor, I have written a very good piece of music, I hope you will listen to it, I think it will definitely inspire you to compose a perfect symphony." Can I change the track that I have confirmed?"

There was still a little hope in the matter, and Lucien was eager, not too careful in tone and phrasing, and seemed very weak, and some of his words were too blunt.

"Have you written the music?" Herodotus, who heard Lucian's words in a mood of disappointment and sorrow, asked angrily and amusefully, in such a serious and sad atmosphere, this guy is still going crazy!

In the same way, Phyllis's beautiful ruby pupils looked at Lucien with anger, clearly expressing her displeasure and anger, this is not the time to mess around!

Lott walked over, ready to pull Lucian away so that he wouldn't provoke Mr. Victor.

Victor didn't seem to hear Lucian's words in front of him, and a weak, tired voice came out of the palm of his hand: "It's useless, ten minutes ago, Director Othello went to the Lataxia Palace to have lunch with Her Royal Highness the Princess, and there is no way to change the repertoire, there is no hope." ”

"Can't things change?"

When Lucien heard that Othello had gone to the Latasia Palace, a huge sense of frustration suddenly rose, and he was easily pulled away from the desk by Lot: "Lucian, stop playing with your little cleverness, be quiet, you must be quiet!"

Although he had a serious sense of failure, Lucien always felt that there was still a little hope, as long as he tried harder, there should still be hope, so he was pushed back by Lotra, and said eagerly and earnestly: "Mr. Victor, if you fight again, you should be able to change the track! The rain is so heavy, it is possible to catch up with Director Othello!"

"It's useless, it's useless. Victor whispered dreamily, his head not raised, as if he had no strength to support himself, only despair lingering.

Even though they felt that Lucian was going crazy and messing around, he was so sincere and trying so hard to fight for it, which still made Lot, Phyllis, and Herodotus feel the same way, but when they thought that things were doomed and fate had been arranged, they felt a deep sense of powerlessness, and like Victor, they rebuked Lucien weakly:

"Don't be delusional anymore, Lucian, although we also want to fight for it, but it is useless, we can only give up. ”

"By this time, Director Othello may have arrived at the Latashia Palace, useless, Lucien, give up. ”

"Even if Othello has not yet arrived, how long will it take for a new piece to be written? ”

In an atmosphere of disappointment and abandonment, Lucien took a few steps back, only to feel very tired, very disappointed and blamed himself: "Maybe it's really fate, let me get injured and ask for leave, if ......"

"It's not my business anyway, if you fail, you fail. Disheartened by the infection, Lucien also seemed to become like the rest of the people in the common room, without color, just gray.

But immediately, Lucien remembered Victor's care and care for him in the past few months, remembered his three weeks of piano practice full of expectations and never slackened, remembered his perseverance and did not give up in braving the storm, and then saw Victor's state as if he was dead, and saw the expressions of Lott, Phyllis and others who were disappointed but did not change their thoughts about the result, Lucian had a stronger emotion in his heart:

That's a deep unwillingness, I have made so much preparation and hard work, can I accept such a result with peace of mind?

That's the idea of trying it out, why complain about what has happened instead of fighting for the present and the future?!

No matter how big the obstacles and troubles are, we must face them, overcome them, and grasp the belief of hope, how can we give up now?!

Lucien took a deep breath, glanced around the lounge, and found the piano, which was a gift from the association because Victor and Rhine had transformed the piano into a brand-new instrument, and it was just an ornament in the lounge, indicating Victor's role in this instrument.

Breaking free from Lot's pull, Lucien quickly ran over, sat down on the piano stool, and opened the lid.

"What are you going to do?!Lucian!" Lott and Herodotus shouted angrily at the same time, and Phyllis stood up and walked behind Lucian, for she was closest to the piano.

Only Rhein watched Lucien's actions curiously and amusefully, what music could there be in three weeks?

Lucien didn't speak, and with strong emotion, his hands pressed down heavily.

Dangdangdang, dangdangdang.

A terrifying, powerful note sounded in the lounge, and Victor's hands trembled, and he didn't support his head, and he slammed into it, sat up straight, and looked blankly in the direction of the piano.

Phyllis, Lot, and Herodotus' hearts fluttered, and they stayed where they were for a moment before remembering to stop Lucian.

And at this time, the follow-up string rhythm that seemed like a storm began to appear as Lucien played, fast, fierce and shocking. This rhythm is continuous, like a merciless suffering, like a crazy wave in the sea, like a trumpet on the battlefield, a tidal wave of enemies, striking without giving people any respite.

There is occasionally a soothing chord that often leads to a more intense, desperate, and difficult situation, as if it were a brief lull before death.

But in the face of this huge difficulty, in the face of this deep setback, no one gave up, they are all fighting firmly, fighting bravely, making people nervous, making people worry, this is like a huge wave rolling on the sea, all the sailors of a fishing boat are working together to manipulate the sail oars, fighting against the harsh environment, floating up and down without capsizing, as if blood is splashed, on the battlefield full of corpses, one by one phalanxes face the overwhelming arrows, The flying spear did not waver, the people in front fell, and the people in the back replenished, still maintaining a neat queue.

Such a stirring rhythm caused Phyllis, Lot, and Herodotus to stop suddenly, looking at Lucian's side with confusion and dazedness, at his still dripping face, while Rhine stood up at once, as if unable to suppress the emotion in his heart.

Lucien gritted his teeth and flicked:

Why should you give up? Why should you give up?!

You can also catch up with Baron Othello, even if you can't catch up, you can go to Princess Natasha and ask for a change of track, even if she doesn't agree, you can still use the charm of music to convince her, why do you want to give up?

As long as there is a little hope, you can't give up!

The emotions melted into the music, and the first movement of the Symphony of Fate became more and more intense, making Lott and Phyllis and others who stopped next to them tremble.

Did fate make you give up, or did you give up on yourself?

Did fate defeat you, or did difficulties and setbacks defeat you?

A fierce and shocking rhythm pierced Victor's heart like sharp arrows, causing him to subconsciously straighten his back, feeling that this was the Lord torturing him.

Lucien played quickly with his hands, his emotions resonating with the music, and then he was infected by the music even more intensely, remembering his own ups and downs in the past few months:

I wanted a peaceful life, a warm family, and loved my parents and relatives, but I came through inexplicably, lost everything, was full of pain, and saw witches burned to death and forced to venture into the sewers;

I wanted to learn the word and live a better life, but I was stopped and beaten by the gangsters.

I wanted to learn magic quietly, but this was Aalto, the Aalto of the Church was very powerful, and I had to risk my life, constantly wandering on the edge of darkness and light, facing death again and again.

Did I give up?

I didn't give up!

As long as I don't die, I will struggle, I will change my life, change my destiny!

Lucian's emotions became more and more intense, his movements were frantically like he was about to have a heart attack, and the stirring rhythm was full of unyielding meaning:

Did fate make you lose hope, or did you choose to give up hope?

Was it fate that brought you to your knees, or did you yourself obey "fate"?

Did fate predestined your life, or did you choose fate?

No, as long as I am alive and I can still think, I will not choose to give up, I will hold the throat of fate, I will face setbacks, I will defeat all suffering!

In the midst of the stirring notes, Victor couldn't help but stand up, his fists clenched.

PS: Fate's few sentences, from a good friend cheese cat, happened to see him write these sentences, I think than I originally prepared, more persevering, so I got his consent to use, thank you very much.

PS again: 5,000 words chapter, which is equivalent to adding more!

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