The chaotic picture fluttered like petals in my mind.

It's like a beating key, opening a door.

Inside the door there was a whistle, a piano, and an epic battle song that was as loud as a horn......

Then, when you try to get closer and touch the sounds inside the door, you find that they are only "climaxes" or half-fragments of fragments.

That was the fragmentary memory of some works in Zhou Yang's mind of the original world.

He is not a genius, and he didn't know anything about music before, but now although he is considered a beginner, and he has a little gift from a time-traveler, even if he listens to it n times like "Victory", he can't even memorize most of the tunes.

It has a lot of broken notes......

These notes are completely blank, Zhou Yang has no memory of this at all, and even if a certain scene, something touches the switch, and opens this door as it is now, it will not help.

There are some regrets, but Zhou Yang is not discouraged.

The tone and structure of each piece of music in my memory have already been set.

It is equivalent to an incomplete article, but the central point and the main idea and writing direction are very clear and unchangeable, and you only need to follow the overall style of the article, and then fill in some corresponding sentences, and can undertake the context, so that people can not see the style flaws, if the creator is a little smarter, you can add your own thoughts to those supplementary sentences, and carry out the so-called "secondary creation".

The gentle sunlight shines on the piano, and the pitch-black piano lacquer and white keys shine in the sun......

A light breeze blows the full score of "Those Years".

Zhou Yang didn't seem to realize it, just looked at the piano keys, as if he was the only one in the whole world.

Music Theory, Composition, Instruments, Tonal ......

One by one, the nouns about music echoed in Zhou Yang's mind.

That was the music theory knowledge that Wu Zhenhong taught himself and the music theory knowledge that he learned intentionally or unintentionally during this time.

He began to slowly archive the melodies that he had memorized and remembered in his mind, and tried to make these melodies and notes clear so that he could remember them.

Time is the least worth mentioning when Zhou Yang is immersed in something, just like when Zhou Yang was repairing the camera.

Repair and repair, and it will be dawn.

Guan Tong looked at Zhou Yang.

She felt that Zhou Yang was motionless like an old monk.

He seemed to be thinking.

Sometimes frowning, sometimes relieved, sometimes showing a little joyful smile, sometimes showing a little regret, and seems to sigh slightly.

She wasn't sitting far from her, it was close.

But somehow, she felt a trace of transparent diaphragm, blocking her and him.

It's not really quiet in the café.

Upstairs, there was the sound of discussion and noise, and the sound of some men and women in love coming out, and there were even more people talking outside the room, which seemed to be gathered outside the piano room......

Guan Tong looked at the clock on the wall.

The clock is ticking and ticking.

Half an hour has passed in the blink of an eye.

Guan Tong looked at Zhou Yang's eyes and began to slowly become worried.

He sat motionless like this, no one knew how long he would have to sit, let alone know if there would be problems in all directions if he sat like a lost soul for such an inexplicable reason.

But even though she was very worried in her heart, she didn't dare to disturb Zhou Yang, she sat next to Zhou Yang and even maintained restraint in some of her movements, becoming cautious.

There was still talk outside the piano room.

Someone knocked on the door tentatively, but was persuaded to leave by the café proprietress immediately.

I vaguely heard someone asking if it was a "star special" today.

"Those Years" is really good to sing, and it is also very ear-catching, the guests naturally heard it, and after listening to it, they were very curious.

Every weekend in the SPPD café, there will be a show that the proprietress is big enough, and some artists will be invited to come and sing, sometimes third- and fourth-tier artists, and some second-tier singers, and these people will be called "stars".

The definition of a star in this era is actually very vague, and it can also be said to be very cheap.

As long as you can sing, a little fan can actually be called a star.

Those who came to sing were eager to unfold all the glass of the curtains to show their brightest side, and the guests did not understand the act of pulling the curtains up like this.

What are you doing in secrecy?

Could it be that some A-list star was invited over?

The short-lived turmoil gradually subsided under the persuasion of the proprietress .

After subsided, Guan Tong's mobile phone shook.

"Okay? Cai Lin came over right away and made an appointment with her today...... There are a lot of fans coming in at the door. ”

Guan Tong glanced at Zhou Yang, and then was silent for a long time: "He is Zhou Yang!" ”

The text message vibrates again.

No text, no other content, just three "!! Shock symbol.

After replying to the text message, Guan Tong heard a sound on the side of the piano.

Zhou Yang, who was an old monk, moved his body, and when he turned his head to look at Guan Tong, his face was a little apologetic: "Director Guan, if it's convenient, can you tell the proprietress about it, give me ...... here today?"

"Huh?" Guan Tong was stunned and didn't react for a long time.

"I want to play something, write something, but I don't know how long it will take, well, if it causes trouble or loss to the boss's wife, I can compensate for a certain amount of damage......"

"You can write whatever you want, rest assured, the proprietress will not only not be angry, but will ......" Guan Tong subconsciously glanced at the direction of the door, and his expression suddenly became weird.

The noise at the door seemed to be much quieter.

"What?"

"Instead, I'm going crazy with excitement......"

…………………………

"Isn't Cai Lin performing today?"

"Why don't you let us sit here, we've spent money!"

"Yes! Why! ”

“……”

Niu Li, the proprietress of SPPD Cafe, is naturally very sensible.

At this moment, she was extremely excited, and persuaded the VIP guests who were close to the piano glass room to retreat to other remote locations.

The guests stood up, but they were very dissatisfied.

"Today I am giving a free order to all of you! Drink as much as you want, eat as much as you want, all for free! ”

Niu Li raised her eyebrows, her chubby face almost unable to see her eyes with a smile, and she said this excitedly to the dissatisfied guests.

The guests naturally noticed the joy on the hostess's face, and couldn't help but be a little puzzled: "Boss, is it your birthday today?" ”

"Haha, it's my birthday, but I hope everyone will be a little quieter, let me have a quieter birthday."

Niu Li wanted to keep her face tight, not to get too carried away with her smile, and to maintain the elegant character of a lady.

But many times emotions are not something she can control.

She couldn't close her mouth with a smile at all, and her personality had collapsed into a mess.

After answering this question, she immediately told the waiter to stay by the piano room and not let anyone approach or disturb her.

The waiter nodded.

In the face of the guests' blessings, Niu Li accepted with a smile, but still waved her hand, signaling the guests to be quiet and add a bit of seclusion to the SPPD café.

Some of the guests believed it, while others looked at the glass room with curiosity, and they were keenly aware that there was definitely something remarkable in the glass room.

After Niu Li did all this, she walked towards the outside of the café as soon as possible.

Cai Lin's fans gathered in the lobby at the entrance of the café in anticipation, she hesitated slightly, and then made a phone call to Cai Lin's agent.

"Hey ......"

"Miss Cai Lin's performance may have to be cancelled temporarily because of something......"

"I'll pay you the appearance fee."

"You're on your way, almost there?"

"This, sorry, can you ......"

…………………………

There was no sound in the box because the cable of the PA equipment was turned off.

Cao Bangguo sat in John. Across from William Puss, like an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time, he talked to John. William Puth is reminiscing.

Well......

It's not appropriate to reminisce.

Most of the time it was Cao Bangguo who was talking, and John. William Puss listened, nodded occasionally, and said a few words about the events of Cannes that year.

The two are actually not acquainted, in a sense, the two can only be regarded as one-sided.

John. William Puss actually can't remember what intersection Cannes had with this Chinese director that year, and what topics he talked about.

He only politely agreed, his eyes flashing, but he lacked interest.

Cao Bangguo entrusted him with an elder in Hollywood who could not refuse, and the elder hoped that he could come to China to meet the director, and the elder vaguely revealed that the remuneration this time would be amazing.

John. William Puth actually had some disdain in his heart.

In fact, there has always been a stereotype in his heart about Chinese movies, that is, people are stupid and have a lot of money and no artistic taste, but they like to meddle in creation very much, so as to show their talent.

"Let's take a look at the script first."

Polite reminiscences Jean John. William Puth was already annoyed, and he finally put away his hypocritical smile and looked at Cao Bangguo.

"Little Jiang, you and John. Mr. William Puss introduces our film and core ......"

"Good!"

John. William Puss looked at a young director next to him, and although the young director tried to express himself and reveal his resume in words, John . William Puth didn't feel anything.

There are not many directors who are famous in Hollywood, and in his impression, there are only so many veteran directors......

As for the young directors.

It seems that there is only one Chinese named Zhou Yang?

James. Bont talked to him about Zhou Yang at the tea party a few days ago and recommended him to watch Zhou Yang's movies.

John. William Puss was not interested.

"Struggle", "Chainsaw", "Mine Bottom", "Raven" ......

He really has no feeling for this kind of realistic movie.

Django is introducing the plot and core selling points of "Nightcrawler".

John. William Puss had a serious expression.

But......

Still not interested.

The script is certainly not bad, but ......

There are not a lot of good scripts in Hollywood, but they really can't bring him excitement.

Halfway through the hearing, he stood up, got up and put on his mask and hat and went downstairs to the bathroom.

As he crouched on the edge of the bathroom, he faintly heard a very soft piano sound......

At first, I didn't care about it, and I wasn't interested in it.

But after listening to a few paragraphs, his expression unconsciously began to become serious.

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