Mr. Wu retired three months ago.

Since his debut in the 70s, he has been very tired of soundtracks for countless movies, and after tossing "The Grandmaster" for the scourge of Huang Jiacheng, he feels that his body has been completely hollowed out.

I enjoyed my retirement.

Every day after sleeping until you wake up naturally, you play tai chi, bask in the sun in the courtyard of your villa and read the newspaper, and when you are interested, you travel around by private jet, and by the way, you meet those old people and old friends, chat and brag together, not to mention how immortal they are.

He has a villa in the middle of the Kowloon Peak on Hong Kong Island, which is idle on weekdays, but at this time it is bustling with people.

Countless media, journalists, spectators, and so-called fans were waiting for it, and almost the entire villa was surrounded.

The villa is huge.

Therefore, the noise at the door does not affect the tranquility in the villa.

As the sun sets, rows of rockeries surround the paths, and pavilions are reflected in the clear bottom of the lake, making people feel like they have traveled back to the royal gardens of ancient times.

Wu Zhenhong looked at John beside Zhou Yang in surprise. William Pus, warmly welcomed him in, shook his hand cordially, and said a lot.

an hour ago.

Zhou Yang called him and said that he wanted to bring a guest over.

He didn't care at first, just nodded and said just come over, but when the door was pushed open and he saw John. After William Puss's tall figure, Wu Zhenhong was stunned.

John. William Pus is definitely a rare guest for Wu Zhenhong, under the light of the setting sun, Wu Zhenhong, who was originally leisurely, actually had a sense of talking and laughing, and there was no white ding.

But then he was shocked.

I couldn't believe that Zhou Yang was able to invite someone like John. William Puss is such a level of character, and it seems that the two sides are on an equal footing.

When Zhou Yang took out his notebook and showed Wu Zhenhong a melody, Wu Zhenhong's eyes widened directly.

Then, he looked at Zhou Yang as if he was looking at a monster!

"These are all ......"

"No, not yet, there are still some melodies ......"

"How many more?"

"I don't know, but there's also, by the way, Mr. Wu, you know how to play the saxophone, right?"

"Yes, but not very good at it, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I need to rely on the sound of the saxophone and stir something in, by the way, what other instruments do you have in the music room?"

"There are a lot of them, what do you need?"

"Do you have an ocarina?"

"No ......"

"Okay."

"What are you going to do?"

"There's a fragment of an ocarina, and I want to get him out......"

Wu Zhenhong never dreamed that when he retired for a few months, Zhou Yang would suddenly give himself such a play.

He looked at John inexplicably. William Puth at a glance.

He seemed to feel that his supposed leisurely retirement life no longer seemed to be peaceful.

…………………………

Some people feel that the night is short.

But some people find the nights extremely long.

Django tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, and John's mind was always in his mind. William Puss followed Zhou Yang to the shadow of the car.

The cheers and noises mingled in his ears, and he felt extremely harsh, and the anger and jealousy swept through his body, making him almost unable to hold back his emotions in front of the camera.

"Why is this happening?"

He flipped through Zhou Yang's resume over and over again, and every word was like a knife, piercing into the depths of his heart and suffocating him.

After a long night, he thought about it in a hotel on Hong Kong Island for most of the night and couldn't understand why Zhou Yang suddenly arranged the music. William Puth is interested.

The resume is very simple and ordinary, but since "The Bottom of the Mine", Django feels as if Zhou Yang is hanging all the way, and every experience has broken his cognition!

"It's not logical!"

"It's really illogical!"

"It doesn't make sense, even if he has studied music, he has just learned, and it is impossible for him to make up world-famous songs as soon as he comes into contact with music, right? Isn't that grinding my IQ in the trash? ”

"Is this still human?"

"Grass!"

Three o'clock in the morning.

His hair was unkempt, his eyes were bloodshot, and he muttered to himself who couldn't figure it out.

I don't even believe in science anymore.

Subsequently, he made a phone call to Cao Bangguo.

Cao Bangguo is investigating Zhou Yang.

What happened today was so unbelievable that Cao Bangguo, who had seen the wind and waves, felt incredible, even if he knew that Zhou Yang had An Xiao's background behind him, he still felt that he had missed something.

The call was quickly connected.

"Uncle Cao, has there been any investigation?"

"I can't find out, his father is very ordinary, but his grandfather Zhou Chonghua has a military background and has quite a lot of military achievements......"

"What about the others?"

"Nope."

"John. What's the response from William Puss? ”

"There is no response, the phone has gone unanswered, little ginger, to tell you a not-so-good news, John. Assistant William Puss doesn't seem to have much interest in the soundtrack of Nightcrawler. ”

"Ah, this, this ......"

Django bowed his head.

was supposed to be the protagonist, but inexplicably became Zhou Yang's supporting role, and even became an inconsequential passerby.

It's a feeling of making a wedding dress for someone else.

Why him again!

Outside, a bright moon shone brightly.

And inside the house, Django felt that his heart began to sink slowly, a sense of aggrieved and depressed began to become more and more intense, he clenched his fist and slammed it against the wall, his fist felt painful, but he didn't feel anything at all, compared to the physical pain, the emotion in his heart didn't know how many times stronger!

He hated Zhou Yang, hatred from the marrow!

Before meeting Zhou Yang, he has always been a successful person who has been in the limelight, the pride of heaven in the eyes of all elders, the first person of the next six generations of directors, and the leader of future films.

And now......

He felt that Zhou Yang was a thief who stole his life, not only stole his life, but also ruined everything about him!

"I don't know what you used, but!"

"You can't beat me by doing this!"

"You think that's going to bring me to my knees? No way, I'll get all I lost back! ”

"You're lucky, but you can't be lucky all the time."

Gritting his teeth, his teeth rattling.

Jealousy turned into motivation all over his body, and he had never been as eager to succeed as he was now, and he was even more eager to trample Zhou Yang under his feet.

Little by little, time passed.

Finally survived the oppressive and suffocating darkness and ushered in the dawn.

Django, who had not slept all night, did not feel tired, but walked out of the hotel very energetically, got in the car and drove in the direction of the "Night Walker" crew.

But I don't know if it's an illusion or what, he always feels that the kings and queens in the crew look at him very weirdly......

That must be an illusion.

He reminded himself.

Then he smiled and began to arrange all the work in the crew.

It was a half-hour break at lunchtime, and he saw a few pieces of news.

[John. William Puss is interested in Infernal Affairs or will join the soundtrack work on Infernal Affairs? 】

[James. Bont came to Hong Kong from Lao Mei and stayed in the crew of "Infernal Affairs" for a long time, as if he was interested in inviting Zhou Yang to serve as the film consultant of the new movie "Jaws"? 】

Django, who was originally holding on, instantly collapsed his mentality after seeing these news.

…………………………

The melody of the piano sounded slowly and melodiously.

John. William Puss plays the piano skillfully and nobly.

The saxophone's voice is full of nostalgia for the past and a longing for home.

Wu Zhenhong played the melody and immersed himself in the music room, as if he had returned to that summer many years ago, that old house.

James. Bont sat in a chair and enjoyed his coffee and music while enjoying it.

It's as if an era has been quietly born.

Zhou Yang listened to the melody, listening to it over and over again, and writing it over and over again.

There was a sense of honor in his heart.

At the same time, like a sponge, it frantically and greedily absorbs all the nutrients it can absorb.

These characters help themselves compose their own music, provide themselves with so-called "inspiration" as much as possible, and teach themselves the style and tunes that each instrument excels at.

Before I knew it, it was dawn.

Some people have a hard night.

And some people's nights are full of beauty like never before.

Wu Zhenhong greeted John cordially. William Puss and James. Bont went to rest, while Zhou Yang wrote the notes of "Victory" very energetically.

With the help and teaching of these people, Zhou Yang felt that he had pushed open the door to a new world, and there was gold everywhere.

At noon, he came out of the music room.

Just happened to see John. William Puss and James. Bont and Wu Zhenhong were chatting about something, and when he saw himself coming, John Bunt was talking about something. William Puss stood up and smiled.

Mr. Zhou Yang...... Is it convenient to talk to you about one thing? ”

"What?"

"You need a soundtrack for your Infernal Affairs, right? I was available as the soundtrack consultant for the film at any time during the filming, no matter how long the film was made, until you made up the full tune! But ......"

"But what?"

"Actually, a few years ago, I was thinking about preparing for a grand symphony concert of the century, there are too many ordinary classical repertoire, too many musicians playing, it can't cause any shock, let alone surpass those predecessors, so I want to ...... "John. After William Puss finished speaking, he paused slightly, and looked at Zhou Yang with burning eyes: "I want to wait for your "Victory", "Homecoming" and other complete versions of music to come out, I hope to get the priority performance of the symphony and the rights to adapt it, what do you think?" ”

"Huh?" Zhou Yang looked at John. William Puss's expression was a little stunned, and then he nodded subconsciously.

If John. If William Pusken stayed until the end of the filming, he would have learned more about music, and even some of the full versions of the tracks in his head could be made with their help!

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