Follow the sound and follow the way

The orchestra rested for 10 minutes after rehearsing the "Superman Suite". Lin Yan found the staff and pencils for Mu Kang.The two chatted casually, Lin Yan led the orchestra into the second half, and began to rehearse Hayao Miyazaki's animation suite, while Mu Kang sat listening and writing music.

He arranged the score according to the existing parts of the orchestra, and randomly used a theme written a few months ago. Considering the lack of time, he planned to make a small piece of four to five minutes for the orchestra to try tomorrow. Take the time to expand the full.

The rehearsal went on until six o'clock and ended before dark.There is a lighting lamp in the wooden house, shining alone in the evening twilight, as if urging everyone to go home quickly.

Lin Yan took Mu Kang back to his residence. It was a homestay not far from the school, hidden in the woods. The conditions were much better than those of Anna and Tracy's. There were four guest rooms with private bathrooms and There are public bathrooms and several parking spaces at the door.

The owner of the homestay had obviously foreseen that there would be a new guest, first handed the room key and car key to Mu Kang with a happy smile, then motioned for the two to sit in the living room, and brought dinner with a smile.

The staple food is still the cheating fruit mixed with rice, and there is an extra mango salad that can be counted as an appetizer.Lin Yan picked up the tableware and started to eat salad without changing his face, while Mu Kangsheng stared at the food in a daze.

Lin Yan persuaded: "Eat whatever you want."

Mu Kang: "No, I'm not a casual person."

Lin Yan: "No, as long as you are human, you must eat."

Mu Kang: "Then I'm not human."

Lin Yan had a thin strand of mango sticking to the corner of his mouth, and asked Mu Kang curiously: "What do you mean by not being human? Is it another wisecrack that I don't understand?"

Mu Kang, who is not playful at all and rarely speaks witty words, reluctantly picked up the tableware, and said with a wooden face: "Lin is three years old, eat well, and eat all over your face."

After finally solving the weird dinner, the two sat in the living room discussing Mu Kang's new piece.Mu Kang pointed to the first and second parts of the flute: "Anna and Tracy are really good. I made their parts a little more difficult."

Lin Yan thought for a while, and said: "This regiment is fine now, but other regiments may not have such good flutes."

Mu Kang looked at Lin Yan in surprise: "Do you have other regiments?"

Lin Yan: "There is one more in Africa."

Mu Kang was speechless for a moment, then sighed: "Okay, I'll change it, when will you leave?"

Lin Yan: "The morning after tomorrow."

"I have to leave in the morning the day after tomorrow. Tonight we will get out all the frames. Tomorrow we will arrange and modify them. After I leave the day after tomorrow, you can fix some of the remaining minor problems." Mu Kang said while thinking quickly , "I'll go back and expand the song for another round, and I can basically finish the draft."

"No problem." Lin Yan nodded, buried his head in reading what Mu Kang had written for a while, and suddenly asked, "Why use this theme?"

Mu Kang was thinking about whether to add a piece of British tube melody, and said casually: "I wrote it before, and I can use it casually."

Lin Yan: "Why not use your theme?"

Mu Kang didn't respond: "What's my theme?"

Lin Yan's voice was clear and straightforward: "Great talent Mu, three exclusive themes."

Mu Kang was stunned.

The night in the jungle is silent, the indoor lights are dim, and there are traces of mosquitoes flying from time to time.Mu Kang stared at Lin Yan in front of him in a trance, his face was delicate and fair, and his eyes were clear and gentle, making him seem to be in a dream that had frequently appeared for many years.

In the dream, Lin Yan sat in front of the piano and played a melody, and said with a smile: "I have heard ten variations on this theme, and the one you just played is the best one."

I don't know from which day, that melody has never sounded in the world again.It only remained in Mu Kang's dream. He was dying, and he didn't know if he was still breathing.

Mu Kang looked away and stared at the dining table, where there were two flies crawling around tirelessly, whether they were planning to lay eggs or just looking for food.

Really energetic, much stronger than me, Mukang thought sarcastically.

He didn't look at Lin Yan, but said indifferently: "Ah, that, I have long forgotten."

Lin Yan didn't answer.

Mu Kang said lightly: "Come on, finish this quickly."

The two fought for almost an entire night, and the song finally took shape.At sunrise, the two of them went back to their rooms tiredly to pack up and rest. They took the time to sleep for less than four hours. After getting up, they ate two mango salads for breakfast and went straight to school.

On the way, Mu Kang thought with nausea while walking: I don’t want to eat mangoes in my whole life.

Today, the orchestra was divided into two sub-teams for brass and woodwind. They rehearsed for two hours each in the morning and afternoon, and rehearsed together after three o'clock. This also gave them time and opportunity to rehearse and change the score.

In the morning, the brass pipes were lined up first, and the trumpet boy with long hair was very popular. As soon as he got the score, he shouted excitedly: "It's handwritten! It's the score written by Mr. Lin!"

Mu Kang said blankly, "I wrote yours."

The long-haired boy stuttered for a second, then changed his tune: "It's handwritten! It was written by Mr. Mu!"

Mu Kang said to the trumpet department: "Do any of you play the key of E flat?"

A runny-nosed kid in a tank top raises his hand: "I'm blowing, sir."

Mu Kang gave him the score and asked, "Did you bring an E-flat instrument?"

The snot-nosed boy took the sheet music and jumped up happily a few times: "At home, sir, I'll go back and get it right away."

Mu Kang hurriedly said, "Hey, you..."

The snot-nosed boy jumped up a few times to prepare for the start. Before Mu Kang could say "you", the kid ran away with the score as if he was carrying a huge sum of money.

Mu Kang thought about the child's heart with the heart of a scumbag: I'm afraid he wants to take the opportunity to skip class, right?

Unexpectedly, before the scores were distributed, the snot-nosed boy came in again with a musical instrument on his back, ran over Mukang like a gust of wind, sat down on his seat, carefully put the score on the music stand, took out the instrument and started to move. Full of posture.

The professionalism is too lazy to pick up this one, and he is unwilling to write it, and the Mu scumbags who want to drag the manuscript to the end of the world.

However, although Mu scumbag's professionalism is worrying, his professionalism is still worthy of praise. With Lin Yan's large-scale plug-in, he actually wrote a good small-scale symphonic wind music work in one night.The two split up and led the children to rehearse and perfect the details in parts. They had a bunch of fruits for lunch, and before they knew it, it was three o'clock in the afternoon, and the whole group had arrived.

Lin Yan stood quietly in front of the orchestra, and raised her voice, "Are you familiar with the scores?"

All: "Yes, sir."

Lin Yan: "Then let's begin."

He raised his hands, looked around the whole group, tapped his left hand, and the light tone of the woodwind passed through the wooden wall and rushed towards the lush forest bathed in sunlight.

The French horn followed quietly, building an augmented fourth interval for the melody, and the augmented fourth turned into a minor third, all in all, it didn't do what you thought.

Mu Kang's usual method of composing music, he can't see the direction of the harmony, can't guess the ending, and never takes the usual path.He relied on this trick to attract bees and butterflies all over the world, and he attracted Lin Yan, the most handsome male butterfly among the flowers.

Lin Yan controlled the rhythm in his hands to be clean and not stagnant, so that the children could understand it. He led the orchestra three times, and finally finished the song perfectly.

The whole song ends with the long notes of the flute and clarinet. Lin Yan clasped his palms lightly, as if holding a beating heart in his palms.

The male butterfly couldn't resist the temptation, and was attracted by the smell of human scum again.

Seven years have passed in a flash, and everything seems to be as long and beautiful as before.Lin Yan slowly put down his hands, his eye sockets suddenly became hot and humid, he quickly lowered his head and pretended to read the score.

He thought sourly: After so many years, Mu Kang is still... so good.

Mu Kang quietly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that fortunately Ayan supported the scene, and it was almost done.He applauded the members for a long time, and said sincerely: "Boys and girls, you are so cool."

The long-haired boy and the snotty boy shouted, "Mr. Mu is cooler!"

Anna asked: "Mr. Mu, is this a new song you wrote? Is it specially written for us?"

Mu Kang nodded: "Yes."

Tracy said happily: "Great, does it have a name? Does it have 'made for the Proust Wind Orchestra' after it?"

Mu Kang and Lin Yan made eye contact and said with a smile, "It has a name."

Lin Yan solemnly said to the children: "The name is, "Elves in the Woods - Made for the Proust Wind Orchestra"."

The two returned to the B&B before dark, and the boss had already prepared a dinner that would never change. Fortunately, the starter was not mango salad, but a pile of beer.Mu Kang numbly scooped up the rice and put it in his mouth, gulped down the beer desperately, tears were forced out by his desperate spirit.

Lin Yan thought that Mu Kang would leave tomorrow, and felt lost: "Will you drive there by yourself early tomorrow morning?"

Mu Kang finally swallowed a mouthful of rice, gasped and said, "Yes."

Lin Yan noticed that Mu Kang's plate was almost empty, and asked in surprise, "Why did you eat so fast today?"

Mu Kang: "No chewing."

Lin Yan was shocked: "How can you swallow without chewing?"

Mu Kang: "Swallow with your life."

Lin Yan was speechless for a while, and asked, "Is it really so unpalatable?"

Mukang: "Really. I think you either have a problem with your sense of taste, or your tolerance is different from ordinary people."

Lin Yan couldn't laugh or cry, thought for a while and said: "I guess your mother's cooking is so delicious. You have been used to eating since you were a child, and it is more difficult to accept food that tastes bad."

Mu Kang stuffed another mouthful of rice into his mouth, and let out a vague "hmm" from his throat.

Lin Yan: "Let Johannes take you to the airport tomorrow morning. I'll call Anna's house now. What time is it?"

Mu Kang nodded with a mouth full of food, expressed "Actually, I think so too" with his eyes, and made a "five" gesture to Lin Yan.

When Lin Yan and Johannes came back after communicating, Mu Kang had already finished his meal.

The separation is so close, even if Lin Yan is 1 reluctant to let go, there is nothing he can do.He sighed silently in his heart, and said seriously: "I want to ask you for a favor."

For the first time, Mu Kang finished the dinner before Lin Yan, and he was physically and mentally exhausted as if he had run a marathon.He raised his head and poured a can of beer in one breath, and said concisely: "Say, you can do anything."

Lin Yan: "I want to ask you for a song."

Mu Kang reached out and opened another can of beer: "What song?"

Lin Yan: "Symphony, in any form, we will perform in a group."

Mu Kang was taken aback, put the beer back on the table, and asked in disbelief: "Your group mean...L group?"

Lin Yan: "Yes."

Mu Kang was a little panicked: "I... haven't written this kind of symphony for a long time..."

Lin Yan looked directly into Mu Kang's eyes: "Can you write?"

Mu Kang said without hesitation: "Of course you can write."

"But I have a request." Lin Yan said in a deep voice, "You must use your own theme."

The two looked at each other silently for a moment, and the expression on Mu Kang's face slowly disappeared. He looked away and said, "You have seen almost everything I wrote before, so use it as you like, and I will give you all forms of authorization now. "

Lin Yan shook his head and said firmly: "It must be a new work, and our troupe will premiere it."

Mu Kang said firmly, "No."

Lin Yan: "Why?"

Mu Kang said coldly: "No reason."

Lin Yan said sharply: "Everything has a reason."

Mu Kang: "I said it before, but I forgot."

Lin Yan: "Impossible. I haven't forgotten, how could you forget."

There was an unbearable silence between the two.

The tropical night wind mixed with warmth rolled in, gently brushing their hair.Mu Kang had already drank until there was only one bottle of wine left on the table, and the evening wind could not take away the scorching wine at all. His heart was frozen with ice, but his brain was on fire, like a trapped animal in a state of anxiety with nowhere to escape.

Lin Yan said unrelentingly: "I only want to use your theme to write works."

Feeling drunk, Mu Kang stared at Lin Yan's handsome face with red eyes, clearly close in front of him, but as far away as if separated by a dimensional wall, he opened his mouth and said weakly: "Lin Yan."

Lin Yan looked at him stubbornly: "Please."

The night in the jungle became silent at that second, only Mu Kang's heavy breathing remained.He gave up on himself and thought: Let’s just say it, anyway, he is A Yan, so there is nothing bad to say.

Mu Kang drank the last bottle of wine in a muffled voice, and his heart, which had been lying and enduring the rape for many years, was desperately struggling with the alcohol and the persistent Lin Yan.

"Lin Yan, I haven't used those three themes for a long time." Mu Kang's tone was cold, he pulled out his broken heart with his bare hands, and cruelly dissected it for Lin Yan:

"When I write things now, I always follow the client's request. Whoever pays more money, I will take over the job. I will write whatever the client wants me to write. I will never go west if I am asked to go east. Never stand still, I'll fuck him out if he wants shit."

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not asking you for money. If you ask me for a song, I will never accept any money."

"But I can't write what you want anymore, Lin Yan, starting from taking the first reluctant job, starting from writing the first note that I don't even like, I belong to the heart of music. The heart is already dead."

"I have always been unwilling to admit it, and I always thought that I was still alive and well, until... until I saw you again a few days ago." When Mu Kang said this, his throat tightened, and he closed his eyes as if he couldn't bear it, " That day in Jakarta, you played a broken piano in a broken house and sang Ave Maria with a little girl."

"That day, there was only a wall between me and you, and I could see clearly, you were still the same you, but I was no longer, and I didn't even dare to go in to see you."

Mu Kang opened his eyes, his dark pupils seemed to be splashed with blood, and he looked at Lin Yan painfully and happily: "I have to thank you, Lin Yan, thank you for letting me finally realize this."