Arnold came to the address at 3 Verna Street, the seat of the Puze City Music Society and the current residence of the father of the piano, Maestro Fege Barnard.

He hadn't been here before, but he had heard about it from various sources.

The music association is very large, able to accommodate thousands of people at the same time without feeling crowded, and there are many excellent local musicians and music masters from other places.

It's not just a place for musicians to interact with each other, but also for each other, and from time to time there are concerts by music masters.

Of course, compared to the behemoth of the music and art world such as the "Temple of Sacred Music", it is still a lot worse.

Arnold straightened his trench coat, straightened his expression, tried his best to show seriousness, and prepared to step into the music association.

But standing uprightly in the doorway, two well-dressed, tall men reached out to stop him, and one of them asked in a thick voice:

"Sir, I see that you are relatively unfamiliar, do you have a letter of recommendation or an application letter?"

"Huh? And this kind of requirement? Arnold stepped back on the steps, the corners of his mouth twitching unconsciously.

"I don't have a letter of recommendation, Master Barnard asked me to come, you can send someone to ask, my name is Arnold Heslett."

The two security guards listened quietly, did not make any moves, but said in a flat tone: "Sorry, the association has rules, and you can't enter without a certificate."

Regarding the questioning, the two did not answer, and many people usually use this excuse to infiltrate the music association, and after a long time, the security guards did not believe it.

The main reason is to bear part of the responsibility.

Arnold rubbed his chin and stood on Verna Street, thinking about how to get in, or relay the news of his arrival to Master Barnard.

Thinking about it, he looked through the door of the music association, looked at the general appearance inside, and gave up the idea of shouting.

Not only would that be ineffective, but it would also be undignified.

At this moment, a formally-dressed, tall man in his mid-30s walked straight up.

Right

The man rubbed shoulders with Arnold and walked up the small steps of the music association, apparently to get in.

"Friend, please wait!" Arnold had a flash of inspiration, ran to the front, and politely stopped the other man.

The man was suddenly blocked by a stranger, feeling a little surprised, and when he reacted, he took a step back and looked at the man in the trench coat in front of him with a wary expression.

In his opinion, although the other party is cleanly dressed and looks good, this style of dressing does not look like a serious person, which makes him a little disgusted.

At the end, the man held back his emotions and asked, "Is there anything wrong with you?" ”

Seeing that he was not friendly to men, Arnold didn't think much about it, after all, he was presumptuous.

"Excuse me, that's ......" he bowed slightly, and then said, "I was invited here by Master Barnard to look for him, but the guild's security said that newcomers need credentials to enter, and I didn't. ”

"So I'd like to ask you a favor, can you help me inform Master Barnard when you get inside?

"Thank you very much."

Ask someone to help, Arnold is very humble and uses your title like this.

The man made a look of understanding and nodded, "I'll help you inform." ”

With that, he bypassed Arnold and entered the Music Society.

The two security guards standing next to him greeted them respectfully.

"Mr. Hebrew!"

The man named Hebrew stood inside the gate of the association, looked at the young man outside the door, and smiled meaninglessly.

He almost couldn't hold back just now, and a person he had never seen before actually said that the pianist Feige Barnard invited him to the music association.

Ridiculous clowns!

Do you think such a clumsy trick can deceive me?

……

"Knock knock ......"

Time passed little by little, the church bell rang, it was 12 noon, and Arnold had been waiting outside for more than an hour.

After waiting for dozens of minutes without seeing any movement, he guessed that he might have been tricked.

But he didn't think about leaving, he rarely had a few days of leisure, and he couldn't continue to complete the "performance" of the "Midnight Poet" as soon as possible.

Seeing that no one was coming in or out of the music association, Arnold thought about it again.

He walked up to the two security guards, half pleading, half jokingly and said, "Two big brothers, let me in, I'm really not a liar." ”

The security guard didn't reply, staring ahead, looking very professional.

Arnold was helpless, and asked again: "Is there any other way to enter besides the invitation or something, such as me playing a song on the spot?" ”

"What do you want to play?"

The security guard still didn't speak, and it was a young lady in the guild who responded.

The young lady is not very old, with a melon seed face, long brown hair, and brown pupils, wearing an off-white one-piece dress, looking beautiful and full of vitality.

Arnold was stunned when he heard the woman's voice, and immediately knew that the opportunity had come.

He thought carefully about what he should play, he didn't know much about piano music, it was a big killer, and it couldn't be used in this kind of place.

And the other instruments he can only have a harmonica and a guitar, and the harmonica is obviously not good, there are no lyrics, and it lacks a certain appeal.

It can only be a guitar, and there are guitars in this world, and they have a long history.

Finally, there's the tune......

Seeing that Arnold was distracted, the young lady reminded: "Think about it, piano or what?" ”

"Think about it, can you please give me a guitar?" Rather than answer gently, Arnold suddenly reacted that there seemed to be something wrong with the beautiful young lady.

Does she know I can play the piano? Or is it a casual remark?

Ignoring what Arnold was thinking, Mademoiselle quickly came up with a well-made, delicate-looking guitar.

It seems that he has been prepared for a long time.

Taking the guitar from the young lady, Arnold felt nervous, he hadn't played it in a long time, let alone on a busy street.

The poet who sings the praises of midnight does not need an audience, and he has never performed in front of so many people, except for the one at the Miles house.

And that time he was not nervous, he had enough confidence in the "Symphony of Destiny", and now it is a mediocre song in his memory.

With a deep exhalation, Arnold steadied his guitar, his right hand plucking back and forth on the strings, looking for a familiar feeling from a long time ago.

The crisp sound of the guitar sounded, and it quickly calmed down......

Arnold was finally ready and played coherently.

A melodious and rhythmic melody floated out of the boy's fingertips and flew away with the wind.

The pedestrians on the side of the road were instantly attracted and stopped one after another, looking at the handsome young man and listening to the folk song they had never heard before.

The last note of the intro fell, and Arnold sang the lyrics in a soft voice.

"The lukewarm wind blows in your face,

Looking at the sky of my hometown,

Suddenly I remembered that you live far away,

How are you doing? ”

A few simple lyrics, with the melody of the guitar, and the full emotions of the teenager, make people feel a trace of regret and expectation, and gradually sketch a picture in their minds.

It was a wanderer from afar, looking in the direction of home.

The beautiful lady standing at the door of the music association was slightly moved, but more shocked.

I was shocked by the melody of the music, the mood of the lyrics, and the way of performance that I had never seen before......

"Leaving home to chase a dream,

The spring day of the year you saw me go,

You say to the unreliable, don't do what you regret,

Your gentle words bring me warmth, your original smile,

I've always kept it in my heart, and I've never forgotten it,

Now, from the bottom of my heart, thank you......"

The gentle rhythm spreads all around, and the songs and poems that are interspersed tell a story, and the whole street is extraordinarily quiet, so that everyone who hears it can't help but feel it quietly.

At this moment, they thought of their elders in the distance, and of their friends who would never see each other again.

At the door of the Music Society, several old figures crept out without attracting anyone's attention, and their eyes flashed with a blazing light, as if they had seen the most dazzling jewels.

At this time, Arnold found the feeling he once had, every movement was so natural and smooth, and he was deeply involved in it.

"I'm so useless, always bothering you,

Many times you wept before me,

I'm not frank enough, I'm always scolded by you,

Even so, you still love me,

Now, I finally understand,

The real meaning of your words at the beginning,

Come back when you feel hard, whenever you ......"

A lot of people unconsciously gathered on the street, and subconsciously approached the direction where the song came from, wanting to hear it more clearly.

A story about home and friendship slowly unfolds in the lyrics.

The story is beautiful and touches the heart, and everyone feels what they have in their backlog and their chests are constantly rising and falling.

"Then I'll be your dependent,

You're already old, please live an easy life,

I'm fine,

It's great to be your child,

Now I can puff up my chest and say this directly,

Have I grown into your ideal me?

will start to think about this kind of thing,

Now, from the bottom of my heart, thank you. ”

The melody of the guitar gradually stopped, and people's accumulated emotions reached their peak, thinking of their old friends or parents, and wanting to say something to them that they had not said before, as a way to relieve the depression in their hearts.

But these friends are not around, so they can only sing the song they just heard to vent their emotions:

"Now, from the bottom of my heart, thank you......"