Lucien, who is more introverted and not good at expressing emotions, through the piano and music, for the first time, completely expressed his inner emotions, which is the stubbornness of life, the persistence of ideals and feelings, the uncompromising and never giving up on difficulties and setbacks, and the tenacious struggle against the so-called fate.

The violent emotions drive the stirring of the music, even in the middle, because of the unskilled piano skills, the incomplete string rhythm and other influences, so that Lucian's performance and music have many problems, but with the emotional resonance of the music completely cover them up, every note, every string rhythm seems to be a fierce battle, is a heroic fight, listening to the five "audience" with different moods and emotions are equally immersed in this powerful, stirring musical atmosphere but have different performances.

Phyllis was the most delicate of emotions, her hands were almost twisted with each other, her expression was full of nervousness and uneasiness, after her father failed to inherit the title, because of the ridicule and contempt from his companions and other relatives, he did not give up the future after hesitating for a long time, and went to find a random nobleman to marry, but began to study music with hesitation, nervousness and anxiety, and the intense notes were like the difficulties and setbacks that he had often encountered and dreamed of in recent years, and they came mercilessly and stormily.

"Can I overcome these difficulties and become a real musician?"

"Can I have my own status and choose a partner instead of being chosen?"

As the rhythm of the strings became more and more intense, Phyllis became more and more nervous, more and more worried.

As men, Lott and Herodotus are under far more pressure in the family than Phyllis, and the most likely thing for them who cannot inherit the title is to escape the pressure, squander their annuities, indulge in fine wine and women, and live a comfortable life without any hope.

The repetitive, terrifying theme strings came one after another, making them think of the difficulties and frustrations they encountered after choosing the path of music, the sarcasm and blows, the contemptuous eyes, as they say, whether they can only become a musician in this life, live an ordinary and ordinary life, or overcome countless difficulties and obstacles to climb the peak of music.

Fierce notes that seemed to make people tremble beat on their hearts, and the blue veins on the surface of Lott's hands were prominent, as if McCantz's hateful face was in front of him, as if he was about to start his first concert.

And Herodotus, who had a slightly more cowardly personality, felt that he was facing the surging tide of fate, and with a nervous and distorted face, he moved back step by step.

Rhine often lost his trace with an elegant smile on his face, and his silver eyes were no longer calm and waveless, but surging with the agitation of the music, and he beat the beat with the rhythm of the strings with both hands, and whispered to himself: "Is this fate knocking on the door?" ”

The most agitated and indulgent was Victor, who clasped his hands and looked crazy, and his body shook with each fierce rhythm, as if thinking of his failed first concert, of his regaining himself under the comfort and encouragement of his wife, begging many people, receiving countless ridicule and rolling eyes, and finally having a second chance at concert and a great success;

thought of his decadent life after the death of his wife, and later, in order to fulfill his wife's wish, he got out of the quagmire little by little, became an excellent musician, and won the opportunity to hold a concert in the chant hall;

Thinking of the fact that he had burned all his enthusiasm and energy for the concert, only to fail at the last step, and that nine years of hard work had not been able to write the work he had in mind, to the malicious mockery and revenge of Wolff, and to the seriousness and arrogance of Baron Othello......

It all turned into notes as fierce as arrows, shocking like hammering strings, attacking and beating Victor's heart, making him give in and make him give up.

But the indomitable meaning contained in the string rhythm, the persistence in fighting difficulties and setbacks to the end, and the stubbornness not to compromise with fate, made Victor ignite a strong fighting spirit:

"I've failed so many times and can bounce back, can this one defeat break me?"

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

"Winnie, are you encouraging me?"

The first movement of the Symphony of Destiny is about seven minutes and twenty seconds, full of stormy strings, Lucien played for more than five minutes, he felt that his body was weak, and his hands began to be weak, and he understood that this was his own injury that had not yet healed, and it was the sequelae of running over in the heavy rain to overdraw his physical strength, and he couldn't help but think that after playing so much anyway, they should be able to hear the idea that they were good or bad, and they didn't have to play it reluctantly, but such an idea was immediately rejected by Lucian's emotions that resonated with the music.

"Since you want to play, you will show it in its entirety, how can you interrupt and give up?!"

"I want to encourage Mr. Victor to chase hope, how can I go halfway and return?"

Lucien pressed hard, and the strings were like people walking on a tightrope, which could fall at any moment, and Victor and Lott were even more worried and nervous when they heard it, and even Phyllis and Herodotus couldn't help but cover the position of their hearts with their right hands.

Fortunately, a soothing string rhythm followed, paving the way for the end of the first movement, and Lucien was finally not so intense, and was able to seize the opportunity to recover a little, and then burst out again with strong notes, stirring strings, which repeated and overlapped, the cycle increased, and then stopped suddenly, causing Phyllis and the others to shake their bodies and produce a trace of mental exhaustion, as is always the case in fierce battles.

After a brief lull, Lucien began to play the second movement, and a soothing chord rhythm was heard, like a ray of sunlight piercing through the storm, dispelling much of the gloom, and the wind and waves were briefly stopped, and in the fierce battle, the soldiers retreated to their camp like a tide, and the battle entered into a stalemate of peace.

This string rhythm is like a healing potion, healing all bleeding injuries, and like the warm hands and arms of relatives, soothing the inner wounds after fighting with fate, so that the expressions of Victor, Phyllis and others are restored, no longer so crazy and distorted, it seems that the warrior has rested, and began to accumulate strength for future battles, thinking about methods.

In the gentle and inspiring, encouraging rhythm of the strings, Lucien himself was given the opportunity to regain strength.

Time passed quickly, and more than ten minutes passed imperceptibly in contrast to the soothing string rhythm and the previous passionate and powerful music, and it was a short period of calm.

Then Lucien begins the third and fourth movements played in succession, and the string rhythm begins to shift, becoming oppressive and gloomy.

The sun was gone, the gloom was gone, the sky was dark, the sea was calm, and it seemed that greater storms and waves were brewing, and the battlefield was again covered with clouds, and the dangerous and terrifying battle was about to begin, and the soldiers took up their weapons and walked back to the battlefield.

This kind of string rhythm made Victor and the others subconsciously start to worry, and began to nervously wait for the arrival of the most decisive battle and the biggest storm.

At last the storm struck, lifting the fishing boat high and causing it to fall with the manipulation and contempt of fate, and on the battlefield the battle began again, heroic and fearless, as if to defeat the invincible fate.

After repeated attempts, the fishing boats were already in tatters and would fall apart at any time, but the storm seemed to be coming to an end;

Defeat after defeat did not make the soldiers give up in despair, but became more full of fighting spirit, firmly and steadily forcing the enemy to retreat.

As the third movement enters the last part, the rhythm becomes calm again, with a touch of sadness and melancholy, as if the soldiers were mourning their dead comrades, thinking of their loved ones, as if the sailors were recalling the beautiful scenes of their lives, and mourning their friends who were swallowed up by the wind and waves.

The darkest hour before dawn came, with an atmosphere of extreme instability, which made Lot, Herodotus, and others nervous again.

Is it a defeat, or a victory?

Did you defeat difficulties and setbacks, or were you knocked down by them and never be able to get back up again?

Is it to choke the so-called fate by the throat, or to give up hope and let it be arranged?

Just when Victor, Phyllis and the others were getting more and more nervous, the brilliant and magnificent string rhythm suddenly sounded and hit their hearts, this is the music of victory, this is the music of triumph!

Victor waved his arms violently, full of exhilarating and stirring emotion, for the sun had penetrated the haze and had dispelled the storm completely, and the fishing boats had been saved at last, for the enemy had been completely routed, and the valiant warriors had won the ultimate victory, for breaking the darkness, for having defeated a fate that seemed invincible!

Triumph, triumph, carols echoed in the lounge, Phyllis put down her right hand holding her heart, and waved her fists up and down to the rhythm of the strings, and she behaved like Lotter and Herodotus, with irrepressible pleasure and excitement, as if she had gained strength and overcome the difficulties and pressures of life.

Rhine, who was much calmer than them, had a heartfelt and sincere smile on his bewitching face, and seemed to be equally relieved of the victory over fate.

At the end of the exciting chapter of victory, Lucien tried to stand up, but collapsed without any strength, because all the emotion and energy had been invested in the playing just now.

And Victor, who was still in shock, looked at Lucian with a confused and crazy face, as if asking Lucian, and as if asking himself: "What is this?"

Rhine, Lot, Phyllis, and Herodotus all looked at Lucien, waiting for his answer.

"It's fate. Lucien struggled to his feet, his eyes fixed on Victor.

Lucien was greeted with loud applause, first from Rhine, who smiled and applauded sincerely, then Victor came to his senses and applauded heavily with relief and excitement, and Lot, Phyllis and Herodotus applauded with complicated expressions and respect.

Victor stepped out from behind his desk and said in a clapped and trembling voice as he walked towards Lucian:

"That's music, real music!"

Seeing that he was in a good mood and in a state of recovery, Lucien smiled happily and said, "Thank you for your compliment, Mr. Victor, I think you must have been inspired by this rhythm, and you must be able to modify and improve what I have not composed well enough, or cannot compose, so why not ask Director Othello and Her Royal Highness Princess Natasha to change the music? I think you will have a very good, very good symphony." ”

The meaning of this sentence, everyone understood, it was Lucien making a good excuse to "inspire" Victor in a way that people could not refuse, giving up the glory he deserved, and the faces of Lott and Phyllis and others appeared with uplifted and excited joy, while Rhine looked at Victor.

Victor was stunned for a moment, and fell silent, the expression on his face was as wonderful and complex as ever, with joy, relief, greed, excitement, hesitation, struggle, and memory...... It seems that there is a fierce battle going on inside.

"Mr. Victor, I'm not giving it to you, just put me in the position of second author, I have absolutely no way to perfect the music myself, and this is what you deserve. Lucien continued to relieve Victor of his moral guilt.

In a few glances full of anticipation, Victor suddenly let out a long sigh, his expression returned to calm, and with regret and relief, he laughed:

"I'm not going to do that, Lucian, it's your music, it's your great music, and I've been able to see a great musician remembered in history. ”

"In addition to the Lord and Winnie, what sustains my life is my own morality, which is my creed and the greatest merit that Winnie likes. ”

Lucien suddenly felt that Victor's shining moral light tingled his eyes a little, and a sensation called wetness appeared in the corners of his eyes.

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