Lu Ziwen reluctantly got up and stumbled out of the bar leaning against the wall.
He felt a wave of weakness inside his body, his heart seemed to be torn apart by force, the pain was very severe, and his brain was dizzy. He had no idea where he was or what had happened.
There were all the noises in the bar, and after exiting the door, a loud, mocking voice suddenly pulled Lu Ziwen's thoughts back: "Hey Qi Mu, you are too bad, aren't you? It's only 8 o'clock. ?"
Lu Ziwen was stunned for a moment, and looked at the young gangster who spoke out in horror.
After the young men with red and yellow hair sneered a few words, they turned around and entered the bar, leaving only the pale Lu Ziwen standing alone, his eyes widened. What they said was-
Chinese!
Horrified for a long time, slowly, Lu Ziwen raised his hand and looked at his fingers.
The part that every musician is most familiar with is not his face, but his hands.
Among musicians, not everyone can have a pair of beautiful hands, but no matter what the hands are, they value their hands the most, even more than their ears.
Without ears, you can also compose and play music, such as Beethoven. But if there is no hand, then you can only bid farewell to the music world forever and truly leave your instrument.
Lu Ziwen has a pair of beautiful and slender hands, with well-defined joints and slender knuckles. These hands look especially good when matched with the dark brown violin. But no matter how good-looking, it can't compare to his current hands—
The plump and rounded nails were a touch of pink, and the five fingers were slender and fair, as if they were white jade. There is also a small red cinnabar mole 1CM at the base of the index finger of the left hand. Under the illumination of the neon lights in the city at night, it is as bright as it is about to burn.
Lu Ziwen subconsciously turned his left hand to look at the pulp of the four fingers, and an extremely thin layer of calluses suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
This is a cocoon belonging to a violinist!
Lu Ziwen woke up suddenly. He was sluggish for a second, and then quickly ran to the clean and beautiful window glass by the roadside. When he saw the blurred silhouette reflected in the glass, he was stunned.
The black-haired youth reflected on the glass was pale, but described as beautiful and handsome. Lu Ziwen has been in Europe for many years, and he has seen many models who are so beautiful and indistinguishable, but this young man is beautiful, but he doesn't have that kind of feminine aura.
Lu Ziwen searched his memory for a long time, and suddenly remembered a name.
"Qi... Twilight?"
Thinking of this name, Lu Ziwen slowly frowned and began to recall.
Qi Mu, these two words probably won't make any waves in Europe today, and few people will remember who this is. But if put it eight years ago, this black-haired and black-eyed Chinese teenager has set off a sub-Chinese fever, which has caused a sensation in Vienna for a long time.
Qi Mu is a genius.
He has an excellent family background. His father is the chief conductor of the S City Symphony Orchestra, a famous Chinese orchestra, and his mother is the chief conductor of the S City Symphony Orchestra. Under the influence of such a family, Qi Mu began to learn the violin at the age of 3, became famous in the Chinese music industry at the age of 6, and won the Junior Champion of the Menuhin International Violin Competition at the age of 13.
In the whole year since then, the name Qi Mu is really well-known in most of Europe.
He toured the world with his parents, and even performed a concert with the Vienna Symphony Orchestra at the age of 14, which was a great success, and Lu Ziwen also came into contact with Qi Mu at that time.
In direct proportion to Qi Mu's fame and family background, this young man has an arrogance that is unmatched by ordinary people.
No one looks down on it, no one looks down on it, every time I practice in the orchestra, my nose will go up to the sky, and when the practice is over, I will leave immediately, and even my piano case will be carried by others.
To be honest, Lu Ziwen doesn't like Qi Mu, or it can be said that no one in the entire Vienna Symphony Orchestra likes this kid. However, Qi Mu's talent is really admirable, and Lu Ziwen has been convinced time and time again with an excellent level.
The mutation occurred when Qi Mu was 14 years old.
Qi Mu's parents were involved in a car accident and both died on the spot. Although the two went in a hurry, they also left a large legacy to Qi Mu, so even though the Qi family has no relatives, Qi Mu can live well. Moreover, Qi Mu's parents are famous in the Chinese music industry, and their popularity is also very good. Many people are willing to take care of Qi Mu.
However, if Qi Mu was really disciplined...
And what about the disastrous ending
As soon as his parents died, the boy with eyes above the top became arrogant. No one forced him to practice the violin again, no one asked him to participate in competitions, Qi Mu recklessly trampled his talent into the dust, and it was rare to encounter a violin every day.
Although Qi's parents left behind a lot of property, they could not afford Qi Mu's appalling expenses. When Qi Mu was 18 years old, he had to pick up his violin again and rely on "performing". There are also old friends of Qi's parents and Qi's mother who can't stand it and want to help, but Qi Mu is so heartless. Every time he cheats a little money, he doesn't change at all.
Lu Ziwen heard people say that Qi Mu once said something like this: "Fortunately those two old guys died early, or I would kill them sooner or later! Forcing me to learn the violin all day long, and saying that I am fucking talented ? Damn talent! I'm just begging for food, don't touch that broken piano!"
Of course, Qi Mu hasn't fallen to the point of begging for food, but his life has changed from the rich to the ordinary, which has hit him hard, and the whole person is decadent. Lu Ziwen remembered that Qi Mu seemed to have left Europe and returned to China when he was 19 years old. Since then, he has no idea what kind of ending Qi Mu will have.
but…
"He...drugs...?"
Lu Ziwen sat on the side of the road with his back leaning against the window glass, the pain in his chest gradually diminished, and in the end it almost disappeared.
Lu Ziwen remembered that what flashed before his eyes when he woke up was a pile of white powder and a few discarded plastic straws on the small table. The other people in the bar room were holding the thing and sucking on it, all obsessed and crazy, and he seemed to be on the ground for a long time, even if he leaned out against the wall, no one paid any attention.
Sitting on the cold brick floor, Lu Ziwen's face was ashen.
His memory only stayed in the lounge in the backstage of the golden hall. The fibers on the carpet buried his face. How hard he tried to struggle, he felt that the whole person was strangled by the throat, and it was difficult to even move. .
That feeling is that no matter how much you breathe, no air will enter your lungs.
Your windpipe is completely blocked, you can only feel the oxygen in your chest getting less and less, and your whole body is in pain. At the moment before his death, Lu Ziwen was desperate to hell.
He hates!
He hated Luo Yusen for being so unfeeling, that he actually watched him die!
He hates!
He hates that he doesn't know people well, but he actually believed such a beast!
Most of the causes of asthma are caused by allergies. Lu Ziwen never found out what his allergens were in his life, and he never thought that he would eventually die under Luo Yusen's two punches.
Maybe it was a little bit of dust on Luo Yusen's hand, or maybe it was some kind of pollen on his arm. When the violent beating and the sudden asthma attack were superimposed, Lu Ziwen had no chance of resisting.
Lu Ziwen reached out and covered his face, leaning his back against the cold window glass. The passers-by occasionally looked at this handsome young man curiously, but Lu Ziwen covered his face completely obliviously and pondered. Suddenly, he suddenly stretched out his hand and slammed into the wall beside him, and the whole person also woke up suddenly.
"Luo Yusen..."
"Luo Yu Sen!!!"
Sen let out a low laugh, Lu Ziwen gritted his teeth and popped the scumbag's name out of his teeth.
At this time, no matter how bizarre and absurd, Lu Ziwen understood what happened. He didn't know if he really died, but with the resolute feeling of his breath, he thought that Lu Ziwen should have died.
But now, he was reborn on Qi Mu's body.
"Luo Yusen, you said... You want to wait for me with the 92-year-old Ou Song?"
"Then...you must wait."
As if seeing the scumbag's cold and shameless face, Lu Ziwen narrowed his eyes dangerously and looked up at the city's night sky that was dyed red. There were various noisy sounds in his ears, including the whistle of a car, the conversation of pedestrians, and the rustling of walking...
Suddenly, Lu Ziwen smiled slowly: "So... you are really talented. Is this... Absolute pitch?"
In response to Lu Ziwen's words, the suddenly busy traffic on the road formed a beautiful harmony melody, and the whole city was beating sounds. And all these sounds seemed to be split into pieces, one by one flowing into Lu Ziwen's ears. From different directions, with different pitches, or even just the sound of metal hitting, Lu Ziwen could hear its precise rhythm.
Lu Ziwen was stunned for a moment. After a long time, he came back to his senses: "It's not just the absolute sense of sound... Qi Mu, is your talent so high?"
As Lu Ziwen said, if you don't meet it in real life, you can never believe what kind of talent this is.
All the voices seemed to have thoughts in Qi Mu's body, and they automatically walked to their own positions, scrambling to tell him their direction, pitch and even the frequency of the vibration.
Absolute pitch is already very rare, and there are very few people in history, such as the musical genius Mozart.
Although Lu Ziwen didn't know what kind of talent these masters possessed, he believed that Qi Mu's absolute pitch would definitely not be inferior to them, or even... even higher. This kind of sound of all things in the world is completely recognized, which is something Lu Ziwen dare not imagine.
He finally understood why Qi's parents and Qi's mother strictly demanded Qi Mu not to waste his talent.
"If you hadn't wasted time all these years... I'm afraid, you wouldn't have died in that bar, and you would have become one of the few people standing at the top of Vienna."
Lu Ziwen didn't know the cause of Qi Mu's death.
In fact, after Qi Mu left Europe, he really lingered and bumped, and he also began to accept the kindness of his parents and friends. But how could Qi Mu live obediently as they wished
He started clubbing clubs and girls with the money of his elders, and later he even started racing cars and taking drugs. This made those elders completely chilled, and they never wanted to look at this rebellious musical prodigy again.
Qi Mu hasn't touched marijuana for a few days. This time he drank too much, so he was dizzy and took too much marijuana. The feeling like a dream and drunk made him feel like he was back in the most glorious years. . However, after the violent beating of the heart and the frenzied flow of blood, the genius who was called a once-in-a-hundred-year-old died in the dirty and dark bar box. die.
And Lu Ziwen woke up when Qi Mu's body was about to go stiff.
"Di Di-"
A loud whistle suddenly sounded beside Lu Ziwen, causing him to tremble, and fragmented memories suddenly flooded into his brain. After just a few seconds, Lu Ziwen woke up from that stunned state and hurriedly browsed Qi Mu's life.
"So... do you want to go back to that place too?"
Qi Mu has long since fallen, and he does not have the determination to quit marijuana, nor the confidence to work hard to return to the stage that belongs to the music hall. He just wanted to become the focus of the world's attention again, but he didn't make any effort, so he has Qi Mu who is now wandering in bars and underground streets.
After all, it was a flower that grew up in a greenhouse. Although Qi Mu had been frustrated for eight years, she had never suffered, so she did not have the courage to climb up from the bottom.
Lu Ziwen sighed: "Then... let's go back to that place together, Qi Mu."
As soon as the words fell, Lu Ziwen felt his whole body lighten, as if the obsession that belonged to Qi Mu had completely disappeared.
These eight years of unhinged life have made Qi Mu tired. His money is about to be spent, and those parents and friends are unwilling to help him. Qi Mu sinks in the dark field all day long, which is also a hopeless future. give up.
"From now on, I will be you, Qi Mu. I want to make Qi Mu's piano sound in China, I want everyone in Europe to know who Qi Mu is, and I want to spread the word Qi Mu all over the world. Global! This is your last wish…”
"It's my dream too!"
"Qi Mu, let's go back to that place together!"
"Lu Ziwen is dead and belongs to Qi Mu's era..."
"It's about to start!"
…
Vienna, 2 p.m.
The city of music, which is half a world away from City B, is holding a modest funeral.
Most of the people who came to offer condolences were members of the Vienna Symphony Orchestra. They walked to the man surrounded by wreaths in an orderly manner with white bouquets to express their sadness. When everything was over, and when the guests were about to leave, there were some whispers from time to time in the group of guests who left.
"I heard... Luo seems to have been arrested by the police?"
"Well, it seems that before Lu died, he had a fight with Lu, and the police are investigating."
"Oh, but Lu died because of his asthma. It's such a pity!"
"Yeah God, Lu is really an excellent violinist, what a pity!"
"Oh, why didn't Lu bring the medicine, it's a god's joke..."
The guests had almost left one after another, and after the last person had also left the mourning hall, a black Bentley slowly stopped at the entrance of the venue. Immediately afterwards, a pair of shiny leather shoes first appeared on the slate, and then the tall and handsome man got out of the car with an indifferent expression.
He walked into the mourning hall step by step, holding a large bunch of white lilies in his hand, and didn't speak, just stared at the man in the black and white photo for a long time, as if he was about to become a statue.
No one knows how long it took, and put the white lily in his hand gently in front of the photo, and finally turned and left.
It was just a simple and extreme action, without even leaving a word, this man who was hailed as the king of modern classical disappeared in the mourning hall, as if he had never come, only the white lily swaying in the wind in the mourning hall will not be. Well-known secrets are hidden.
"Min, I didn't expect that you just found him... and this happened." A blond-haired man waited for a long time at the entrance of the venue before he could say this, and then he followed Min Chen back to the car and sat down. , and couldn't help turning his head and said: "This accident is really regrettable. In your Huaxia words... Min, you have to mourn."
Min Chen turned his head to look at the trees flashing past the window, his eyes were dark and unclear, like a deep pool of water.
After a long time, he whispered: "Is it really... an accident?"
The blond man said in surprise: "Min, did you say something just now?"
The stern and elegant man shook his head gently, and lowered his eyes to hide the emotions in his eyes.
The blond man looked at Min Chen suspiciously, and finally turned around and didn't ask any more questions.
Min Chen lowered his eyes flatly, his handsome face finally revealed a trace of sadness, but it was well hidden by him.
Is it an accident...
Sooner or later, there will be a way to know.