Messy, ugly melodies came out of the piano under Lucian's hands one by one, and Lucian, who was still in the stage of playing only simple music, and his playing skills could not match the difficult melody he wanted, so he jumped out one note after another, like a blacksmith in a blacksmith shop holding a hammer, striking on the hearts of Lot, Phyllis and Herodotus one by one, making them feel a sense of mania, eager to go up and tear Lucian apart.

"Enough!" Herodotus and Lott shouted at the same time, some unable to maintain their aristocratic demeanor.

Lucien turned his head and looked at them with a "clear" gaze: "Lot, Phyllis, Herodotus, don't you practice your instruments? ”

"You!" Herodotus clenched his hands, anger made his cheeks flush, but his body was thin, he had never won a fight since he was a child, he had a natural fear of fighting, and he still retained a trace of sobriety, measuring his own and Lucian's combat effectiveness, [He is half a head taller than me, about 1.73 meters, born in poverty, he makes a living by helping people move things, he must have a lot of strength, and he has a friend who is a knight's squire, he should also practice ordinary swordsmanship, I can't beat him at all. 】

[Forget it, if you beat your classmates, you will be expelled by Mr. Victor.] Herodotus looked at his thin figure and gave himself a reason, "I don't want to see you, and I don't want you, a poor man, to get my hands dirty, so I'll go to another piano room to practice." ”

With that, he turned and walked towards the door.

Lucien asks "innocently," "What's wrong with Herodotus?" to be able to them off one by one, so as to cover up his unreasonable, leapfrogging progress in composing strings.

Herodotus, who was about to open the door of the piano room, heard Lucian's words, his hand slipped, he almost fell, and he looked back at Lucian fiercely, this bastard did it on purpose!

Weighing the difference in size again, Herodotus gritted his teeth and rushed out of the piano room.

Seeing this, Lucien turned around and picked up the quill, and wrote on the white paper the string rhythm he had just played, which contained a trivial little syllable of the Symphony of Fate, and more notes that Lucien wrote and pieced together according to his own feelings.

Seeing Lucien writing the stave seriously, Lott looked up at the ceiling of the piano room, then rubbed his forehead and made the most confirmation: "You really want to write music?"

"Of course, I'm writing. Lucien replied without turning his head, "Well, I've got a little inspiration again." ”

Lucien put down his quill pen, and the unpleasant noise sounded again in the room.

Phyllis stood up and muttered weakly, "Lot, I think I'll have to go to the back garden for a while, I'm going crazy." ”

Lott sighed, "I'll go to other piano rooms too." ”

After they were gone, Lucien quietly breathed a sigh of relief, locked the door of the piano room, made a little modification of the two strings he had just written, so that they contained more of the Symphony of Destiny strings, and then wrote as he pleased, writing several pages of blank paper to fill them with garbage strings.

This is the method that Lucien just thought of, to use a step-by-step process to accomplish this, first let them accept the fact that they are composing the music, and then cover it up with garbage strings, and improve day by day, and this progress should be reflected in the draft score, as evidence when they are questioned in the future, and when they subconsciously feel that there are a lot of beautiful strings in the composition, they can invite Victor to listen to their own playing. There are many flaws in the piano version of the Symphony of Destiny, let him correct the shortcomings in it, perfect the piece, and adapt it into a real symphony.

It is much easier for a genius to be able to make rapid progress and a musical talent that will be concealed little by little than to suddenly come up with a shocking symphony that can be passed down for hundreds of thousands of years, and claim to be a freak that he wrote.

Of course, during this time, Lucien also needed to put all the time spent practicing his musical instruments on practicing and playing the piano version of the Symphony of Destiny, so as not to let this famous piece with the title of "Symphony Crown" be disfavored and denied by Victor, Lot, Phyllis and others because of his poor playing skills.

This is not without precedent, the first performance of Beethoven's Symphony of Destiny was not performed well because of the fact that there was only one joint practice beforehand, and the cold weather and other factors, and it was not until a year and a half later that another concert was held, which received an unprecedented enthusiastic response.

After determining the progress of today's music and making changes to the score, Lucien began the difficult practice, trying to play the Symphony of Destiny, slowly, scattered, playing a beautiful and straightforward piece of music like noise, in fact, even if Lucien did not lock the door of the piano room and was heard, he would not take it seriously.

In this afternoon, neither Victor, Rhine, nor Lott nor others came to find Lucian, so that Lucian successfully played the symphony of more than thirty minutes three times slowly.

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

Seeing that the sky was beginning to darken, Lucien sorted out the score he had written, and walked to the recital hall on the fifth floor with a thick stack of papers.

In the recital hall, the symphony orchestra was still practicing, and Victor was concentrating on conducting, seemingly after a short break, temporarily out of the gloom and immersed himself in the music.

Lot, Phyllis, and Herodotus were already waiting there, listening intently to the music and observing Victor's conducting, and only glanced coldly at Lucian's arrival, completely ignoring the arrogant, incommunicative and incomprehensible madman.

Lucien didn't care about their performance, but responded with a smile one by one, causing Phyllis to show a weak expression.

Sitting in a soft audience chair, Lucien closed his eyes and listened to the music as he pondered how far he should progress the strings tomorrow.

In the midst of the beautiful music, half an hour passed quickly, and Victor and Rhein walked down together, and asked their students with a faint smile: "How was the afternoon instrument practice?

"Mr. Victor. Herodotus, full of rage, complained, "Lucian is so arrogant and arrogant that he wants to compose music, Lord, how long has he been learning music! His clumsy, noisy, and unpleasant music, like the groans of the devil, drove us to the other piano rooms. ”

Lucien looked at Herodotus with a smile, and was grateful for his accusation: [Xie Lu Xie, Xie Lu Xie Xie for publicizing this matter, otherwise it would be difficult for me to speak. 】

Seeing that his accusation was only exchanged for Lucian's smile, Herodotus couldn't help but continue: "Mr. Victor, you better dispel his unrealistic and unclear idea of his own abilities, I don't want to hear noise every day. ”

Victor looked at Lucien suspiciously, "You're trying to compose music?"

Rhine, on the side, raised his silver eyebrows slightly, and looked at the sheet music in Lucian's hand amusefully.

Lucien nodded solemnly and solemnly: "Today's events, as well as past experiences, made me suddenly burst into inspiration, so I tried to write them down." ”

After receiving Lucian's affirmative answer, the mild-mannered Victor did not directly scold, but asked, "Lucian, is this the string rhythm you wrote, can you show me?"

"No problem. "Lucien brought it so obviously to Victor to see that there is a musician who can prove his progress and be authoritative in the field of music.

Rhine smiled curiously, "Can you show me too?"

It is always very curious that a beginner who has only been studying music for about two months claims to compose music himself.

Lucien, of course, did not refuse, and it would have been better to have one more witness, so he divided the score into two parts and handed it to Victor and Rhine.

Rhine took it and took a closer look, and his thin lips couldn't help but move, as if he was about to laugh out loud.

Victor's eyebrows furrowed, and after looking at it for a while, he said in a heavy and soft voice: "Lucian, I understand your intentions, and thank you very much, but you are only a beginner in music, the most important thing at present is to lay a good foundation, learn to play a good instrument, and after a year or two, it is not too late for you to try to compose music." ”

Combined with what happened today, Victor was able to guess what Lucian's wish to compose music was for, so he did not scold him or reprimand him, but instead had a comforting and relieved mood.

As for the evaluation of Lucien's music, is there any value in evaluating it?

Victor's emotions could be heard by Lott, Phyllis and others, so they suddenly realized that they had thoughts similar to "It turns out that Lucian, this bastard, is not to write music, but to make a move to share the troubles of Mr. Victor to please Mr. Victor, why can't we think of it! Hey, what honest, simple, and educated people we are, and we can't compare with such a sinister and cunning guy."

Their gaze at Lucien suddenly became complicated.

With a curious mentality, Rhine browsed the score written by Lucien from the beginning, and said with a smile and comfort: "Although this score can clearly see Lucian's youthfulness and immaturity, and it can't even be called music, there are still a lot of shining places in it, such as these two beats...... That's good. ”

As he spoke, he hummed the two beats, which belonged to the symphony of fate, and Lucien had to sigh that his eyes were vicious.

Rhine continued: "But if you want to write real music, you can't just have one or two flashes of light, Lucian, don't just look into the distance and forget to look at the road under your feet. ”

"Thank you for your affirmation, Mr. Rhine. Lucien thanked him politely, and then said to Victor: "Mr. Victor, I will not delay my piano practice by writing music, I am really inspired." ”

"You ......" Victor wanted to say something, but the recent events made him very irritable, physically and mentally exhausted, and he couldn't talk about it much, so he was going to wait for the concert to end and then talk to Lucian, you know, a month is not a long time, he shook his head, "Okay, as long as you don't delay the piano practice, you can try, it can be regarded as a kind of exercise." ”

Lot, Phyllis and the others looked at Lucien very strangely, this guy really wants to write music?!

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

With Victor's approval, Lucien proceeded with his life as a "noisemaker" step by step, and little progress was hidden in the endless noise.

Although the strings of Lucian's Symphony of Destiny began to increase later, Lot, Phyllis, and Herodotus, who had long been resistant to noise, either left or played their instruments louder as soon as Lucien started playing, and Lucian himself also paid attention to the mixed garbage melody, and he didn't play well enough, so they were a little worried that their musical talent would be smoothed out by noise - "After discovering habits, noise doesn't seem so terrible" Otherwise, I didn't really pay attention to the changes in Lucian's music.

As the last week approached, Lucien was finally able to barely play the Symphony of Destiny after repeated and long practice, and although there were many technical things in it, it was still impossible to complete it, but the whole rhythm could not be concealed.