Chapter 457: I'm Nothing to Pretend!

? London, England.

Villa Luburg.

The sun shines on the piano.

The keys of the piano were slightly smooth.

This piano, which once played beautiful melody, has been sitting quietly here for almost three months now.

Although the servants are very serious every day and carefully wipe the piano to keep the piano and the house spotless, the owner of the piano has never stepped into the house since returning home.

The villa is very large, and the smell of singing birds and flowers is everywhere, and it seems that it does not have the bleak feeling of autumn at all.

An endless stream of reporters would occasionally watch outside the villa, and countless invitations and high-class noble gentlemen would come to see the owner of the villa every now and then, but the villa was closed from the beginning to the end.

although……

They knew that the owner of the villa was actually in the house.

Professor Peterson of the Music Department of Cambridge University stood quietly at the door of the villa, letting his assistant keep making calls.

He has been waiting at the villa for nearly half a day.

No one answered the phone all the time.

Peterson was quite patient, didn't say anything, just waited quietly.

November 5th.

Cambridge University has a scheduled piano course.

Peterson already sensed that something was not quite right.

Normally, the world-renowned pianist would call him early and arrange lessons, but this month things became more and more abnormal.

Peterson silently looked at the villa, and then silently looked at the closed gate of the villa.

He didn't put on airs like a professor, and he didn't ask someone to knock him away, he just waited quietly.

When the sun was hanging in the air and the weather was getting hotter and hotter, the assistant's call finally got through.

"Hey……"

"Mr. Edward, are you okay..."

"I... I, and... I don't know, ah, it's Professor Peterson..."

"What's wrong with you? I'm at the door of your villa."

"Ah...then I'll come out...uh...is it daytime now?"

"..."

Peterson heard the dry voice on the other end of the phone, as if he was in a daze mixed with a trance away from this world. 35xs

Yes, that trance.

"crunch"

When the morning sun rose into the air, the servants of the villa opened the door of the villa.

Edward looked at Peterson with a smile.

Directly in front of him, Peterson looked at Edward as if he had seen a ghost, and the assistant's eyes widened.

In the impression of the two, Edward was originally a gentleman.

He is polite and unhurried, and at the same time, he is always dressed elegantly, and his eyes are full of convincing profundity.

But at this moment Edward...

Wearing a shirt with messy buttons and slippers on his feet, his once spotless chin is full of stubble...

Especially those eyes.

Those eyes that were supposed to be so deep and so good turned out to be completely blank and empty at the moment, and there was even a slight sense of indescribable sadness.

This can't help but surprise Peterson!

What had happened to Edward these past few months?

What the hell happened?

"are you OK……"

"It should be... not bad..."

"Then you are..."

"Hehe, I'm experiencing life...Professor,

come in……"

"Um……"

When the two of Petersen walked into the villa, they saw that the inside of the villa was even more speechless...

The hall was filled with countless manuscript papers, and likewise, guitars were piled up in disarray and countless other things.

It looks cluttered.

Is this really Edward's villa?

This……

At this moment, Peterson was a little skeptical about life.

"Hehe...it's a little messy..."

"Mr. Edward...are you creating?"

"It's not considered creation, it's complementing..."

"Completion?"

"Yeah, find a way to complete "Dream Wedding", "Fate", "Ode to Joy", "Moonlight"..."

"Then, can you still take the class on November 5th?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Peterson, I..."

"What's wrong?"

"I may not play the piano anymore..."

"???"

Under the sun, Edward, who was picking up the teapot to pour tea, froze suddenly, and an unspeakable bitter smile appeared on his face. 35xs

"I used to think that I was a genius, everyone thought I was a genius, even, I once thought that I could control an era, but in fact now it seems that I am nothing..."

"God no longer favors me, and has taken away all my talents."

"Every time I play the piano, the melody of fate is circling in my mind, shocking and powerful, but when I try my best to complete this piece of music, I suddenly realize..."

"I can't... I can't do it anymore. I don't have that kind of experience of ups and downs..."

"I have always been a genius since I was a child, and I have always been the focus of everyone's attention. I have not experienced too many failures, so I am doomed to not have the tone of this "Destiny", or even "Moonlight"..."

Edward took a deep breath.

Scratched his head.

"Have you been harmed by these songs too?" Peterson looked at Edward silently, and after suddenly remembering the news in the piano industry a few days ago, he narrowed his eyes.

Many, many of the world's top pianists seem to have languished for months.

Many well-known concerts seem to lack these people.

For example, David Jess, for example, Brando, for example...

edward.

……………………………

Huaxia Piano Association.

"Okay, okay, I will definitely contact Mr. Lu Yuan, and I will definitely..."

"I understand, but the creation of these things depends on personal inspiration, and Lu Yuan's personal emotions must be taken into account, so it's useless..."

"Well, our association will talk to them carefully. Prime Minister, don't worry, we will handle this matter properly."

"Yes, we won't force it. Of course, this matter is actually very embarrassing for us. In the past few months, we have received an unknown number of foreign calls..."

"Well, okay, I understand..."

"..."

Liu Jianbin, president of the Huaxia Piano Association, hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, he sighed faintly.

It wasn't a big deal at first, but after some pianists in the piano world became obsessed, this matter gradually tasted wrong.

The real top piano artists are paranoid.

It is impossible for them to let go of the persistence in their hearts, nor is it possible for them to switch to another path if this path fails to work like ordinary people.

They belong to the kind of obsession, even if there is a wall in front of them, they will crash into it.

Liu Jianbin understands this truth very well.

In the past few months, it has often been reported in the international piano circle that some pianists have various situations in order to complete the incomplete piano pieces, and even many top pianists have abandoned their careers and locked themselves in Waiting for a series of messy situations in the house.

The culprit of all this is not others, but Lu Yuan.

This person who left a few incomplete piano pieces, and then announced in front of the world's pianists that he was exhausted.

After the matter gradually fermented, it gradually became a hurdle in the international piano industry.

Completing these few piano pieces is actually very simple. With the melody and some keynotes, it is basically a pass.

There are also many complete versions of so-called piano lovers in the world.

but……

In the ears of really top pianists, they can easily hear flaws.

Flaws are sacrilege to them.

They attempted to atone for the blasphemy, but...

From the beginning to the end, they found that they couldn't do it, and then the incident became more and more troublesome. After all, the top pianist in their own country suddenly went wrong. How can they stand it?

then……

The incident loomed as an international affair.

Liu Jianbin suddenly felt that his burden was heavy.

Yes!

He hesitated for a while, and finally decided to have someone contact Lu Yuan, and repeat the matter from beginning to end.

………………………………………………

Lu Yuan's mouth was dry.

He licked his lips.

Since the morning, he has felt inexplicably uncomfortable, and occasionally sneezes frequently.

He thought he must have a cold.

It is normal to catch a cold in the alternating seasons of summer and autumn.

After thinking about his recent diet and daily life, Lu Yuan felt more and more that he could no longer stay up late at night.

He doesn't want to be bald.

Likewise, he didn't want his body to wear down from staying up all night.

At noon, Lu Yuan simply hid in the office to sleep because there was nothing to do in the crew, but after not sleeping for a long time, Wu Tingting knocked on Lu Yuan's room.

"President Lu, something happened..."

"What happened?" Lu Yuan shook his dizzy head and looked at Wu Tingting.

"Your piano pieces made many top pianists feel helpless. Even Mr. Edward and a few others started to doubt themselves because of your pieces. You...seem to have ruined them..."

"What? What?" Lu Yuan's eyes widened.

The originally dazed eyes suddenly became sober.

This……

Can things still go like this?

"The leader of the International Piano Association hopes that you can come forward to complete those few piano pieces...to eliminate these people's obsession...Liu Jianbin, the president of the Huaxia Piano Association, called me just now, and I hope that this matter is best not Turned into some messy international incident... Although, this matter is not your fault..."

"..."

Lu Yuan was stunned!

He realized he had gotten into trouble.

And this time the accident turned out to be very big.

Nima!

I now how to do?

Completion?

I also want to add the whole thing, but I really can't remember the next melody now. The song "Ode to Joy" is a little clearer, maybe I can recall it, but the others...

What the hell am I!

Lu Yuan felt a sudden...

"Mr. Lu, what are you going to do?"

"I can't help it..."

"How about you..."

"I really can't hold it back... It's useless to force it."

"Then Mr. Lu..."

"You go down first, I'll think about it."

"Yes."

After Wu Tingting left the room, Lu Yuan wanted to slap himself hard at this very moment!

Grass!

I shouldn't be playing that piano!

I have nothing to pretend to do...

Are you big now?