Chapter 846 Celebrity Biographies?

Everyone felt that Brando's funeral should be a grand one.

All the leaders from Spain are here. They hope to make this funeral very historic. Everyone in the international music industry is also here. They feel that Brando’s departure should be sent off in a very sacred way, the piano The experts are also standing here, they hope to have a serious farewell to the remains, and even some people think that the great Brando should be placed in the International Concert Hall, so that his remains can be admired by everyone until future……

after all!

The end of a master will be vigorous, and then it will end with everyone crying, remembering, and mourning.

Immediately after that is the praise of the ages.

In fact, when everyone was discussing how to hold this grand funeral, and everyone was meeting all night, no one expected that Lu Yuan would come out with the ashes in his hands at noon the next day...

There was no sign, and no one was told, even the Spanish officials, the international piano circle, the world music circle...

Except for a few people in Vienna and Edward and others, no one else knows what happened...

It was sent to the hospital last night, and it turned into ashes this morning.

Cremation is popular in China, but it is not popular in other countries.

At this moment, Brando's body turned into...

Ashes?

What are you Brando?

What kind of existence do you think Brando is?

Is it the existence of any random person in China?

why……

Say nothing?

After seeing this scene, everyone was furious!

Even if everyone thinks that Lu Yuan is Brando's trustee, they are also angry.

Someone rushed over to question Lu Yuan on the spot.

"Brando left the world standing up. This is where his spirit lies. How can you directly put him..."

"Because of this, do you want him to lie in a small place all the time?"

"Your box, you are not..."

"No... it's only temporary."

After being questioned by these people, Lu Yuan looked up at the sky, then shook his head.

Afterwards, Bruce ran over in a hurry from behind, and announced all the wishes and entrustments in Brando's suicide note to the world.

Bruce picked up the paper, teary-eyed.

"Music is free, so I pursue freedom. I can't stand being buried deep in the ground and being rotten by maggots, and I don't want to stay in a transparent place and let myself be seen by everyone like a specimen. I don't want to see too many people hold funerals for me, I don't like this..."

"I was born into this world poor and with nothing, and I should be like this when I leave this world..."

"If I leave, I hope I can become ashes, and then along the Rhine, I can see many people along the way, look at their expressions, look at the city they are in, look at night and dawn, look at Forests and lakes, and finally, drifting away..."

"If you really want to send me off, I hope I can hear your singing or piano by the river..."

"Lu Yuan,

I hope you can spark me as soon as possible...Maybe, it will be stressful for you, but please..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

When reading this paragraph, everyone was stunned.

All the anger towards Lu Yuan disappeared at this time.

Then, they subconsciously looked at the small box in Lu Yuan's hand.

There was boundless respect in their hearts.

perhaps……

This is the final journey of a master.

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noon.

sunny.

Vienna, which was originally noisy, has become extremely quiet at this moment.

On the banks of the Rhine, piano trees were erected, and all the top pianists in the world were present on both banks.

All the media in the world, all the top documentary directors also came, and besides that, big figures from various countries also showed up one after another.

This is indeed an extremely historic scene.

When the sun was brightest, Lu Yuan held the urn in his hand, then slowly grabbed a handful of ashes, and then sprinkled them on the Rhine River.

The ashes drifted with the wind, and finally landed gently in the Rhine River...

Edward's piano sounded in the distance.

This is Edward's most famous piano piece "Farewell"...

This is not a golden hall, and this is not a very high-end and luxurious place, but when Edward played the piano again, he suddenly felt that his whole body was full of endless emotions.

At the same time, memories about Brando slowly emerged in his mind, and the sad piano music drifted away along the Rhine.

After Edward finished, Jester began to play his "Funeral March"...

The longing of memories, followed by endless longing, looking at the ashes of Piao San, silent and relieved.

He thinks this is the best way to recall Brando.

After Jester finished, Kennedy's piano sounded...

It seems so far away, far away...

Accompanied by the ashes floating into the distance, this piano piece also gradually and faintly reaches the distance.

Along the way, it was all the sound of the piano, from near to far, to the end of the Rhine River in Vienna. Looking from a distance, I saw patches of shimmering scales...

Lu Yuan looked at this grand occasion that he had never encountered before, his eyes were slightly blurred, and then he wiped away his tears.

old man!

Good luck all the way!

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Great things come to an end.

What is sung must last forever.

On the Rhine River, the moment when Lu Yuan sprinkled his ashes was captured by all the media. At the same time, the photos of all the international pianists playing the program were also recorded by the media.

Throughout the day, the entire international media was full of various reports about the funeral, and international media from various countries reported Lu Yuan's experiences and stories...

Even if Lu Yuan doesn't want to be on the hot list, he has nothing to do.

After all, the incident this time was so big that it caused a sensation in the entire world, and after Lu Yuan experienced "Symphony of Destiny" and "Blue Danube", he was pushed to the altar by the world in one fell swoop...

certainly.

Lu Yuan didn't care about these.

When the funeral was over, Lu Yuan and Wang Jinxue applied for a charity in the name of Brando. Except for the manuscripts and all books left by Brando during his lifetime, Lu Yuan and Wang Jinxue took all of Brando's The assets are all placed in a charity, and the charity is handed over to Bruce to take care of it...

Although it was stated in Brando's will that he would inherit part of his assets to Lu Yuan, Lu Yuan did not take any money from Brando.

He felt that the money was meaningless, and he shouldn't take Brando's money.

As for those manuscripts...

Lu Yuan intends to keep it for Brando for the time being, so that others will not spoil it.

After dealing with Brando's follow-up matters, Lu Yuan and Wang Jinxue left Spain and returned to China.

When Lu Yuan first arrived in China, an internationally renowned writer named Const followed him to find him

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"Mr. Lu Yuan, let me introduce myself. My name is Standing Constant, and I am a writer."

"what?"

"Five years ago, I visited Mr. Brando. At that time, I had an agreement with Mr. Brando. If Mr. Brando passed away, I would help him write a biography about him. His life , and, I will help him record everything about him. In fact, in the past five years, I have occasionally corresponded with Mr. Brando to ask about his recent situation. The third place in the multilateral..."

"Mr. Const..." Lu Yuan chanted the name. He felt that the name was very familiar, but for a while he couldn't figure out where it was familiar.

"Well, Mr. Lu Yuan, I hope you can believe me. This is a letter between me and him. Of course, there is also a recording of the call. Besides that, there is also our group photo..." Konstant saw Lu Yuan's doubts After that, he pushed his glasses seriously, and took out a stack of documents from his bag.

"I'll ask Mr. Bruce first..." Although Lu Yuan believed the information for a while after seeing the information, he didn't agree. Instead, he called Bruce who was far away in Spain.

After getting the confirmation from Bruce, Lu Yuan turned his head and looked at Const seriously and nodded.

"Mr. Const, yes! Mr. Brando is a respected master, I hope..."

"Mr. Lu Yuan, I will not disappoint Mr. Brando's expectations. In fact, except for the last journey, Mr. Brando's biography is almost finished..." Constance smiled, and then promised seriously .

"Oh."

"Mr. Lu Yuan, actually, I have another matter for you when I come here this time."

"Huh? Another thing? What is it?"

"Mr. Lu Yuan, I wonder if I have the honor to help you write a biography about yourself?"

"Ah? Me?" When Lu Yuan heard this, he was stunned.

He pointed to his nose.

"Yes, you! Your experience is more legendary than anyone else's. After your "Symphony of Destiny", I believe many people will ask you to write a biography, but I very much hope to have this honor... ..."

"No, no, no... I'm still alive and well! No need..."

"Biography is not written after death, I hope you will know..."

"No, no, no, no, no..."

"..."

After Lu Yuan heard the word "biography", his heart immediately trembled.

Are you kidding me...

This thing...

That's very wrong!

"Mr. Lu Yuan, let's make an agreement, okay?"

"Agreement?"

"In October of this year, I will win the Nobel Prize for Literature. After I win the Nobel Prize for Literature, I hope, can I be qualified?"

"Huh? The Nobel Prize in Literature?" When Lu Yuan heard this...

He froze suddenly.

He suddenly remembered.

This Const is a well-known writer in the United States, and every year his works are nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature...

Then every year...

Are you running?

"I have a dream, that is, in my lifetime, I hope I can write a world-famous "Biography of Celebrities". The Nobel Prize in Literature is just a qualification to prove myself..." After seeing Lu Yuan's silence, Const felt deeply Take a breath and look out the window...

He began to talk to Lu Yuan about his childhood dreams.

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When Const just walked out of the "remote" entertainment and was about to get in the car, another Volkswagen stopped in front of him.

Then...

A middle-aged man walked down.

"Mr. Const, if necessary, you can ask me for information at any time."

"you are……"

"I am Lu Yuan's father!"

"Ah? You are..."

"right!"

"Okay, thank you!"

"Mr. Const..."

"what?"

"This year's Nobel Prize in Literature, I think the final winner is you!"