Follow the sound and follow the way

Mu Kang dialed the number almost the second he saw it.

Lin Yan on the other end also answered very quickly, as if he was holding his mobile phone all the time.

Mu Kang: "Lin Yan?"

Lin Yan: "Yes."

The call was quiet for a few seconds, and two mature men in their 30s who were separated from the two ends of the Eurasian continent, like middle school students, laughed wildly from the air.If someone who doesn't know the truth breaks in now, he will definitely think that Mr. Mu, who has always refused people thousands of miles away, is either crazy or has been pierced by his soul.

Lin Yan finally stopped laughing, and said loudly, "You agree?"

"I didn't disagree." Mu Kang said with a smile, "When will the performance be?"

Lin Yan: "Probably September."

Mu Kang said happily: "Okay, I will come over next month."

Lin Yan: "..."

He thought in a daze: Come here?

Mu Kang didn't realize it, and started to explain the reception work first: "You can help me find a house, and help me get a work visa."

Lin Yan asked blankly, "Where can I find a house?"

Mu Kang: "I don't know, but it doesn't matter if you don't look for a house, I can also live with you."

Lin Yan repeated dumbly: "Live...my place?"

Mu Kang: "Hmm."

Lin Yan: "..."

Mu Kang finally realized from Lin Yan's silence that he hadn't made it clear, and hurriedly explained: "I'll come and write the song."

Lin Sansui asked like an idiot: "Where did you come from?"

Mu Kang said as it should: "Come over to your place, Switzerland, I'll come over."

Lin Yan: "..."

Lin Zhi, who was still calm and relaxed at first, was wrapped in a coat and stood by the chilly lake under the Alps, froze into a statue expressed in a classical style.

A fat swan swam proudly to the shore, glanced curiously at the new decorations by the lake, and suddenly flew into the air, splashing Lin Yan's head with a string of cold lake water.

Mu Kang: "Hello? Lin Yan?"

Lin Yan finally came back to his senses after a jolt, and said calmly, "Ah, good."

"Then I live with you?" Mu Kang asked.

"Okay." Lin Yan said.

"I have to figure out a work visa," Mukang said again.

"I will help you with it tomorrow, and it will take about three weeks." Lin Yan said methodically, "I will send you Jobinvitation first."

"That's it." Mu Kang said happily, "I can finish the work in two or three weeks, so...see you next month?"

Lin Yan: "See you next month."

A beeping busy tone came from the handset, and this short but shocking call ended.

The lights in the East Eighth District had just come on, and Mu Kang happily put a tub of boiling hot water, humming the third theme exclusive to Mu Dacai, and stepped into the bathtub naked.He had a small glass of red wine and a bottle of mineral water by his hand, which fully reflected the ambivalence of the great talent Mu who wanted to drink but was afraid of suffocating to death from drinking too much, and wanted to take a bath but was afraid of dehydration and death after soaking for too long.

The first district of the East is still sunny, and Lin Yan stands alone by the lake in a daze, comprehending life.Although the snow season has come to an end, the Alps above the snow line are still white and majestic, the sun kisses the unoccupied Mont Blanc all year round, and the cold wind crosses the majestic ridges and blue lake water, enveloping Lin Yanqingjun's straight body.

Theoretically, at this moment, he should think hard about "why did he come to write" or "why did he live in my house" and other human nature questions that he must not be able to think of the answer to, but he can't help but have to figure it out.

But in fact, his mind was blank, and he didn't have any complicated and difficult questions.

He just subconsciously thought: It's so cold.

Next month...it shouldn't be so cold, right?

Wang Junfeng feels that the difficult composer under his command seems to have changed his personality recently, which is mainly reflected in the following aspects: First, the cigarettes in the cabinet are still half of the previous ones, neither increasing nor resuming. Second, when asked about the progress of "Tunnel Warfare", the answer I got was "soon", which is unheard of, instead of the usual "don't know"; third, Wang Jingren was asked to be the composer Prepare a bullish English resume and professional certificate.

Manager Wang thought with relief: It seems that he also realized that he has become popular, and his self-demand is different.

Although Wang Junfeng thought in the wrong direction, he could be regarded as reaching the same goal as the truth.It can be said that Mu Kang had no demands on himself during the years of working under Manager Wang's command. Now that he was finally led by Lin Yan to another village where the willows are dark and the flowers are bright, the self-demand is indeed very different.

For example, he wrote a duet of piano and violin right in the cracks, using the third theme exclusive to Mr. Mu, or the inspiration that came up in the bath after the phone call with Lin Yan that day.

It took less than a week from the beginning of writing to the completion of the manuscript. He took a random photo of the score and sent it to "Schoenberg Saigao".

Qiu Liming rolled here that night with his qin in hand, bringing with him a group of onlookers... the audience.

Guan Xiao was the first to arrive at the door of Mu Kang's house, but he was unable to enter the door immediately because he was stopped by the wanton sound of the piano as soon as he stepped out of the elevator.

There are two households in the Mukang family, and the head of the household next door is a middle-aged couple who spend most of their time abroad, and no one lives there all year round.He didn't close the door, and the music walked freely and freely in the limited space, as if everything in the world was within easy reach.

Brand-new chords, familiar themes, paranoid posture, Mukang's strumming.

Overwhelming, easy to handle, familiar and unfamiliar, long time no see... the breath of genius.

The elevator doors opened and closed one after another, and the not-so-wide corridor gradually became crowded.The guests were stopped in place by the music, with all kinds of feelings in their hearts, and they didn't know where to start.

The colorful past, which seemed to be blocked by reality and fear, turned around lightly, as if the tacit past of love and friendship was still waving in the old place.Qiu Liming looked down at the ground, Guan Xiao was smoking in a muffled voice, Lu Xifeng was staring at the ceiling, Guan Xiaoxiao was leaning against Xia Shu, tears were silently moistening the corners of her lips.

The girl who was no longer a girl thought happily and sadly: It’s great that he’s back again, but it’s a pity that the one who brought him back... wasn’t me.

Time desperately tampers with the past, but music can always reappear yesterday.

Mu Kang played the whole new work, and when he turned his head, he found a few people standing furtively in the corridor, staring at him with hunger and green eyes.

Mu Kang: "...Haven't you eaten yet? Want to order takeaway?"

It's really not an exaggeration to play the role of the cold scene, and the skill of killing the scenery is almost exploding.

Guan Xiao took out slippers from the entrance and distributed them, and everyone put them on on their own, before closing the door and entering the house.Professor Guan turned around and went to the kitchen to boil water and make tea non-stop. Qiu Liming went to the piano and took out the piano, while the others sat down on the sofa.

The violin score has been placed on the music stand next to the piano, Mu Kang gave A4, Qiu Liming played a few empty strings, and the counterpoint ended.

The lighting in the living room was warm and bright, and Xia Shu was sitting upright, looking forward to the start of the show.

Qiu Liming held the piano between his arms: "Let me move around."

Mu Kang used the piano to give a few violin notes: "It's not difficult."

Qiu Liming's piano sound is passionate and bold, and Mu Kang's new work needs this kind of emotion, as if it was tailor-made for Chief Qiu.Mu Kang explained the harmonious emotions in detail, waving his hands while singing, and led Qiu Liming to walk section by section.

This kind of fragmented repetition is not pleasant at all. Director Xia, who was full of anticipation, almost fell asleep sitting on the side, quietly asked Guan Xiaoxiao: "Why are you so boring?"

Guan Xiaoxiao said in a low voice: "Practicing is so boring, just like you are editing a film."

Xia Shu: "It's more boring than our clips."

"Because Mu Kang is very strict during rehearsal." Guan Xiaoxiao explained, "There are many requirements."

Xia Shu: "I see...you can bear it too."

Guan Xiaoxiao said blankly: "Almost all the people in the whole country who can bear it are here."

The two practiced for nearly an hour, until Guan Xiao added the fourth round of tea for everyone, and Mu Kang finally said: "Okay, come on."

Qiu Liming let out a long breath: "Take a break first."

He put the precious musical instrument back into the piano case, turned his head to look for cigarettes first, and was stunned as soon as he opened the cabinet: "Where's your... cigarettes?"

Mu Kang: "There."

Chief Qiu held up the soft-packed Zhonghua with only one pack of cigarettes remaining: "There is only one pack?"

Mu Kang was taken aback, stood up and walked over: "Really?"

Lu Xifeng wondered: "Didn't you claim that you have to keep more than five stockpiles at all times, otherwise you won't be able to survive?"

Mu Kang looked down at the cigarette case: "I... forgot."

Xia Shu and Guan Xiao said in unison, "Can you fucking forget this?"

Guan Xiaoxiao: "How did you forget? Hurry up and teach these old smokers."

Mu Kang hesitated and said, "Maybe I've been…reducing my dose recently."

He thought for a while, and suddenly felt that this was probably the case, and his tone became more contented: "It's inconvenient to smoke in Switzerland, and I'm getting used to reducing the amount."

Guan Xiao Erkang stretched out his hand: "Wait."

Qiu Liming was so shocked that he stopped smoking for a while: "Where is it inconvenient to smoke?"

Lu Xifeng asked tentatively, "Rui...?"

Guan Xiaoxiao said sharply, "You want to go abroad?"

Xia Shu screamed: "Didn't you agree to help me write the song?"

Mu Kang took a sip of tea and announced clearly: "I'm going to Switzerland to find A Yan and write a new song."

Guan Xiao: "..."

Qiu Liming was tongue-tied: "...what...what?"

Lu Xifeng couldn't believe it: "...I...fuck."

The living room fell into an eerie silence.

Although everyone had a premonition that the story was about to come to an end, they didn't expect the turn of events to be so impatient.

Xia Shu secretly whispered to Guan Xiaoxiao: "Who is A Yan?"

Guan Xiaoxiao said in a low voice, "Evan Lin, that handsome conductor in the interview."

Xia Shu said thoughtfully, "It's that soul mate."

Guan Xiaoxiao nodded, narrowed her eyes and looked at the beaming Mu Kang: "Does Lin Zhi know?"

Mu Kang: "I know."

Guan Xiaoxiao: "He agreed?"

Mu Kang said triumphantly, "I agree."

Of course they would agree, and the three insiders who had held back the shocking secret for seven years sighed in their hearts.

Director Xia suddenly had a sense of crisis: "Where's my new film?"

"When do you need me to follow?" Mu Kang asked.

"About October." Xia Shu thought for a while, "The filming starts when the rainy season begins."

"It's over by then." Mu Kang said briskly, "Group L's performance is in September."

Xia Shu breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, and immediately said in the tone of "farewell to the scum", "I wish you a safe journey."

Mu Kang said "hmm", put down his tea and said to Qiu Liming, "Come on."

The actors return to their positions.Qiu Liming clamped the piano and nodded slightly to Mu Kang in front of the piano.

The two inhaled together, the violin played a quiet melody, and the piano joined the accompaniment harmony after half a beat.

Although there are still many twists and turns of tonality disintegration in the music, overall, this work is the first time that the third theme exclusive to Mu Dacai is used in a major key.

A picture scroll of people, wind, grass, and distant mountains unfolded in front of the audience.The violin sang vividly and beautifully with its rich vibrato, the piano created conflicts again and again, and was soothed by the stretch of the strings again and again. Re-shake hands and make peace at the next corner.

The whole song ends with a meaningful and hopeful major triad.Qiu Liming and Mu Kang looked at each other, and they both captured the supreme joy of purifying the soul in each other's eyes.

Director Xia, who is an outsider, was stunned by this wonderful performance that seemed to him to be without warning and out of thin air.

Obviously it wasn't like this when you practiced before?

Several audience members applauded wildly, and Lu Xifeng shouted: "It's so fucking good."

Guan Xiaoxiao asked eagerly, "When will you write a song for me?"

Xia Shu said happily: "Thanks to Xiaoxiao for introducing you to me."

Qiu Liming put down the piano, and exchanged meaningful glances with Guan Xiao.Chief Qiu hadn't gotten away from the extreme pleasure brought by the music, and without saying a word, he turned his back to loosen the bow and collect the piano.Guan Xiao stood up and handed the tea to Mu Kang, staring at him, and said viciously, "Please, hurry to Switzerland."