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"Farewell" Sonata
Yuan Xiao had no time to think about whether he would be imprisoned for this, and his attention was completely diverted.
His position is in the middle and back, although it is not a good position, but the view is also good, facing the pianist in the center of the stage.
His gaze fell on a mature man in a black straight suit who looked like a tyrant. It is rumored that he has a very bad temper, is irritable and ruthless, and is also very arrogant. With his performances, everything must be based on him. He often improvises the original score on stage, causing many conductors and musicians. They couldn't keep up with his rhythm. But because of his talent, no one dared to say anything.
He was too dazzling to sit under the light, and even so, he couldn't interfere with the cold, impersonal aura about him.
Yuan Xiao stared at him intently, it was difficult to associate him with the children who had been with him for so many years in his memory.
When he was young, Albert Royce was not called this name, his name was Bai Wenlin. He suffered a series of misfortunes and finally met Yuan Xiao. Yuan Xiao took the child home.
Bai Wenlin back then was completely different from now. He is gentle, polite, always smiling, like sunshine, like an angel.
But as soon as the piano sounded, Yuan Xiao knew that he had not changed. His touches and voices were cleansed into his soul. The rhythm and intensity are firm, serene and wise, perfect to impeccable technique. The critics are right, however, that his skill is unmatched, but he lacks an abundance of emotion.
Yuan Xiao remembered the performance when he became famous, and an audience member secretly recorded it with his mobile phone.
The audience posted the recording on social platforms, but the poor sound quality went viral on major platforms. Because everyone mistakenly believed that this was Liszt’s own recording of the dance of death with a gramophone, the rumors became more and more outrageous. Many people believed this nonsense, thinking that it was Liszt’s own performance and his superb skills conquered everyone. .
The first half ended quickly, and Bai Wenlin sweated profusely after playing Tang Huang's memories. He stood up amid the applause, his unfamiliar and familiar blue eyes swept across the huge concert hall. Yuan Xiao almost thought he saw him, but obviously, there were too many audiences.
Yuan Xiao watched him walk towards the backcourt, then withdrew his gaze and leaned back weakly. He hasn't gotten a drop of water for several days, and has been relying on infusions to survive.
His mouth was dry and his bladder was swollen. He was about to go to the bathroom, but before he got up, he suddenly heard a loud noise. He turned his head and saw a group of nyds in blue police uniforms with guns around their waists. They were stopped outside by the on-site security, not allowed to enter, disrupting the order of the concert hall.
Yuan Xiao quickly bowed to hide.
No doubt, this must have come to arrest him
It was the first time in his life that he encountered this kind of thing, and he was scared and unbelievable. How unlucky he was to grab the horse of the New York Mounted Police by accident.
A group of police officers watched the audience in the hall from outside, looking for "criminals".
"what does he wear"
"Dark blue suit, black schoolbag, black hair, Asian."
Looking around, the men in the concert hall are all dressed up. Except for black, they are dark blue and sapphire blue. Damn, this range is too large.
Yuan Xiao was afraid that his bowing action would cause suspicion, and finally sat up straight, but he took out a baseball cap from his backpack and put it on.
Soon, the second half started, and the commotion outside stopped completely.
However, the concert is time-limited. It took more than an hour to add up and down the stage, and everyone seemed to be shocked by Royce. The huge Carnegie Hall was silent, and then there was a louder applause than the opening. After a few moments, he covered his ears because of the strong tingling sensation.
He had never had tinnitus like this before, and in his left ear, he could barely hear anything except a buzzing tinnitus.
Everyone saw that Royce and the commander had stepped off the stage. Although Yuan Xiao was far away, his field of vision was good. He could see Bai Wenlin's indifferent face, with a lot of sweat dripping from his black eyelashes. While breathing, his expression remained calm and calm.
The last one is Rachmaninoff's Third Piano Concerto. From the third minute, he began to sweat. This "La San" is known as the most difficult piece in the world to play. Some people say that "playing a pull three, the physical effort is equivalent to shoveling ten tons of coal."
He must be very tired now, his back must be all soaked, but his manner is still very good, and no one will notice his tiredness.
Yuan Xiao told him very early on that playing the piano is very physically exhausting, so he asked Bai Wenlin to strengthen his exercise from the very beginning of piano lessons. Just run along the seaside promenade at night.
When he looked at this, Bai Wenlin, who was said to be 1.96 meters tall in the encyclopedia, was both proud and complicated in his heart. He was fortunate enough to witness the growth of this pianist who would surely be famous for eternity, watching him grow from being shorter than himself to his current height and physique.
But as a "dead man for many years", no one will remember him.
As usual, the orchestra and pianist will return.
Sure enough, in about a minute, he took a short rest and took the stage again.
The orchestra was still on stage, but judging from their posture, it seemed that they were not ready to play the encore, which should be a piano solo.
The pianist said "sience" in a low voice, turned his head sideways and made a shush. Then, the applause stopped in an instant, and his signal reached everyone's ears.
"Too handsome." A female audience member couldn't help screaming softly.
After the audience was quiet, he covered his eyes with a black silk scarf.
"what is he doing"
"Don't you know that Albert loves to show off like this, even if he is blindfolded and can't see the keys, he will never play a wrong note, and his fingers will never fail."
Many people have heard a little about this, and heard that he sometimes has a whim and plays solo with a blindfold. However, most people think that this is to show off new tricks that he has come up with. Some critics thought "it's fine for him to be blind, at least not outrageously dazzling."
In the absence of a repertoire, very few people can hear very quickly what he is playing, if not a popular one. But this song, everyone heard it immediately, is so famous that no one knows it.
Chopin Nocturne in E flat major.
Bai Wenlin rarely plays Chopin. He likes Bach and Liszt, especially Bach. When he was twelve years old, he would recite the twelve well-tempered keyboard songs. The first time Yuan Xiao heard him play this Nocturne in E flat major was during the Spring Festival one year. .
When the movie was over, Yuan Xiao saw the light snow falling outside the window, and the fountain pool in the garden had formed a layer of smooth ice. He lay on the window sill and watched for a while, then suddenly stood up straight and asked, "Wen Lin, look at that fountain, what does it look like?"
Bai Wenlin leaned against him, took a few breaths, and said lazily, "Sapphire."
Under the bright moonlight, the round pond looked like a huge sapphire, it was crystal clear and exuded a luxurious brilliance, but Yuan Xiao shook his head, "Wrong." There was light in his eyes, "Do you think that the pond is now like a a small ice skating rink”
Bai Wenlin has always listened to his words, as meek as a little lamb, what Yuan Xiao said, he was what he was.
Yuan Xiao turned to find the ice blade that was secretly hidden. The two slipped down to skate, but as soon as they stepped on it, he fell. Fortunately, Bai Wenlin caught him. The ice layer was thin, and the two fell together, and the ice surface shattered.
The two of them were soaked in sub-zero temperature ice water together, and Bai Wenlin's first reaction was to hug him.
It was very late that night, this movement woke the whole family, Yuan Xiao was taught a lesson, and Bai Wenlin took the responsibility, "It's my fault, I brought him downstairs, and I bought the ice skates."
Yuan Xiao was frozen, shivering, sitting cross-legged on the bed and drinking ginger soup, while Bai Wenlin apologized for playing the music in the movie, and was willing to play Beethoven for him. God knows that he has never seen the score at all, just heard it in the movie, but he can recite it for the first time, which is a kind of powerful memory and talent, which only a few famous prodigies in history can do.
Because Yuan Xiao was sick that time, it took a month to get better, so remember it very clearly.
Behind Albert Royce is the entire silent orchestra, but no one makes a sound, only the piano under his hand is making a shocking sound.
It's a pity that it took less than ten minutes for the two repertoires to add up. The lights were turned on and the audience began to exit one after another.
Yuan Xiao heard someone talking about the signing, and immediately squeezed past. Because Royce is not signed to any agency, there is no record of him on the market, and he never records this. This time, it is his vinyl record, which is limited to 500 copies worldwide. Two hundred copies of the show at Carnegie Hall are on sale.
A group of men and women in costumes huddled together shamelessly for a vinyl record.
Yuan Xiao tried his best to break out of the siege, only to find that Bai Wenlin didn't show up at all, it was the staff who were selling the signed records. Yuan Xiao directly dropped the dollar, grabbed a record and ran away.
Finally squeezed out, Yuan Xiao turned around and saw two women starting to fight for a piece of vinyl. Red-faced arguing about "who got the record first" and "who got the dollar out of his pocket first".
He shook his head, secretly terrifying, and put the record in his bag.
The next second, Yuan Xiao's hands were chained.
"You are under arrest."
It's two nyds in police uniforms.
Yuan Xiao didn't dare to resist, and was taken away in front of everyone's eyes. Outside Carnegie Hall, media reporters flocked to hear the news. don't know, but thought that some shocking case had been solved.
As a result, how can the police detain a minor who looks at most fifteen or sixteen?
He was pushed into a police car.
Through the car window, Yuan Xiao heard a female reporter exaggeratingly introduce, "This is the fourth time that the police have caught a criminal at Mr. Albert Royce's concert. Among these tasteful criminals, there is a former Wall Street tycoon. , The highly intelligent criminal who is known as the Angel Face Killer and the criminal who was caught today is reported to be the survivor of the 729 air crash. It is said that he woke up in the afternoon because he was unable to catch up with the performance due to the traffic jam and blatantly stole New York on Fifty-ninth Street "The Horse of the Mounties"
Yuan Xiao buried his face in the center of his knees in shame, not letting the camera capture him, it was too embarrassing
He got into the Manhattan Police Department.
This oriental guy looks like an underage. He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his cheeks are pink, as if the baby fat has not been removed. The police looked at him suspiciously for a long time, then checked his schoolbag, passport, and then looked up at the Oriental's naturally small face.
Pointing at the date of birth on his passport, it's unbelievable, "You are actually eighteen years old"
Yuan Xiao entered the police station for the first time, his hands were handcuffed, and he pleaded guilty in a good manner: "I'm sorry, I didn't know that it was a mounted police horse. Will I go to jail?"
"maybe."
"If I go to jail, will I be sentenced to a few years in prison in the United States or will I be sent back to my home country to go to jail? Can I go back to my home country and go to jail?"
"No." After the unsmiling policeman answered, he added, "You are good at horseback riding." Riding a horse on Seventh Avenue, no one could catch up to him, and, to exaggerate, except for accidentally crashing and flying Aside from a trash can, no human mishaps brewed.
In this way, he was detained in a temporary cell in the police station, and there were several men in the cell who looked bad. They had tattoos, bald heads, and ferocious eyes.
With Yuan Xiao's height and physique, he looks like a kitten and can be bullied at a glance.
He started pretending he didn't understand English, sitting by the bars, ignoring the voices of anyone talking to him. It just persisted for a few minutes, Yuan Xiao was really hungry, he felt powerless and was about to faint from hunger. The tinnitus in left ear has subsided a lot, but still can't hear anything.
Yuan Xiao couldn't help it, and asked a female police officer who looked the most friendly, "When will dinner be served?"
"It's past dinner time."
"Is there anything to eat then? I'm so hungry. I got into a plane crash and woke up to go to the concert. I haven't eaten anything for almost a week," he begged pitifully. In the past few days, he has relied on hanging water to continue his life. What happened today has cost him too much physical strength, and he is no longer able to do so.
The policewoman showed a hint of sympathy and asked him, "Do you have any relatives in New York? I can help you call them."
Yuan Xiao thought blankly for a while.
Who does he know? He has high school classmates who studied in the United States, but he has long since lost contact. Now that he is in the police station and his parents are still in China, it is naturally impossible to tell them about this, lest they fear for themselves.
Other than that, he only knew one person.
Yuan Xiao was really hungry, he hesitated, "Can you help me contact Albert Royce?"
"That pianist" the policewoman smiled, "You are his fan."
"I'm his fan."
"do you know him"
Yuan Xiao nodded and shook his head again. He wasn't sure whether Royce would know him. Moreover, Yuan Xiao clearly knew that before and after he traveled through, there were two parallel time and space. Maybe the other person doesn't have him in his memory at all.
"If you have his contact information, I'd be happy to make a phone call for you," the policewoman quipped.
Yuan Xiao's heart sank to the bottom, and a feeling of helplessness came up: "I don't have his phone number."
The criminals next to him all laughed. "The little boy said he knew Albert Royce."
"Hahahaha I laughed so hard, then I still know Taylor Swift"
Yuan Xiao ignored it, he sighed, and put his hands in his pockets.
He felt a thin piece of paper.
Yuan Xiao took it out and saw that it was a business card named Steven Lee.
This was given to him by the Chinese when he left the hospital. Yuan Xiao thought he was from the airline company, but looking at the business card, the other party was a lawyer, and he should be the airline's exclusive lawyer. His eyes lit up immediately, and he handed the business card to the policewoman, "You can call him."
Twenty minutes later, Steven Lee, who lives in Manhattan, rushed to the police station.
He bought a hamburger for Yuan Xiao, who was extremely hungry, at shake shack. After the police checked it, he handed it to Yuan Xiao who was behind bars. Yuan Xiao was so hungry that he tore open the package and took a big bite. The hamburger was filled with chunks of rich beef, which made people's appetite surge, and the aroma of beef and salad wafted away.
Yuan Xiao ate too much in one bite and had to chew hard. At this moment, a shadow suddenly shrouded in front of him, a tattooed brawny man with very thick calf stood in front of Yuan Xiao, "Children, do you understand the rules?"
Yuan Xiao looked up at him, the cheeks on both sides bulged.
The strong man's eyes were like a pair of copper bells, staring at Yuan Xiao, and then grabbed the hamburger from his hand, "I ate white bread for one day today."
Yuan Xiao was stunned, then reacted and stretched out his hand, "Give it back to me."
"Bah!" The big man spat directly at the hamburger, and then took a big bite. Yuan Xiao was so hungry that his eyes were red, but the food that reached his mouth was snatched away. He stood up slowly, but only reached the other's chin.
His underage temperament made the other party laugh lightly.
Yuan Xiao narrowed his eyes, then jumped up and threw the strong man on the ground, and when he went up was a fist with his hands clasped together, "I'm the one from Inner Mongolia who grabbed me to eat, I'm fucked."
Although his hands were handcuffed, the strength of his hunger was not small. The strong man was stunned, and when he reacted, he used his legs to hang Yuan Xiao back. So Yuan Xiao was directly suppressed, the other party stretched out his hand to choke his neck, but Yuan Xiao bit his thumb viciously.
"Ah" the other party screamed.
"Hey what are you doing"
"Don't move"
The police who heard the movement immediately opened the lock and separated the two criminals before the incident worsened.
Lawyer Li originally planned to spend money to bail Yuan Xiao out, but a vicious brawl happened again. In the prison, fighting would have to be locked up, but in the police station, Yuan Xiao could only be held alone.
Lawyer Li said helplessly, "Don't worry, I will find a way to get you out." What he was afraid of was that if Luo Yuanxiao did something wrong at the police station, the family members would put the blame on their airline company.
"Lawyer Li, thank you."
"Call me Steven."
"Okay Steven, thank you." Yuan Xiao was so hungry, he lay down against the corner, closed his eyes unconsciously, and lost consciousness.
I don't know if I'm starving, or if I fell asleep.
In the dream, he seemed to have returned to the past. On a warm afternoon, Bai Wenlin made him a cup of black tea, accompanied by a small plate of cookies, and Bach's fugue reverberated in the villa.
At the same time, after the concert, Bai Wenlin rejected the orchestra director's invitation to be a permanent resident, said goodbye to the conductor, and got into his car.
He happened to have a penthouse in Manhattan, so he didn't need a hotel.
There happened to be a Beethoven in the car, and it was still a "farewell" sonata, Bai Wenlin frowned and said, "Turn off the music."
Knowing that he didn't like Beethoven's music, the driver switched the music to the radio channel. On the radio, a piece of news that happened today was playing.
"The survivors of the 729 air crash were found the day before yesterday, and several survivors have woken up unharmed. It is reported that one of the survivors stole the horse of the New York Mounted Police patrolling near Times Square in the afternoon. , and rode down Seventh Avenue, and at 8 p.m. the Manhattan precinct caught the criminal at Carnegie Hall."
The voice of the female anchor said, "I think he should be a huge fan of Albert Royce."
The male anchor laughed loudly in coordination with the radio.
Then, the news turned to focus on the 729 air crash.
"This flight was from China's Magic Capital to New York, the United States. The accident happened in the United States. Seven people were killed and 120 were seriously injured. At present, the Chinese Embassy has intervened."
Bai Wenlin in the back seat suddenly opened his eyes.
In the middle of the night, Yuan Xiao, who was lying on the ground sleeping, woke up twice because of hunger. He was tired and sleepy, and made a request, "Can you play a Beethoven to listen to?"
The policeman on duty glared at him "Where are you at the police station?"
"Or Tchaikovsky," he murmured, curled up, "so hungry."
His stomach shrunk from hunger, and he only took one bite of his hamburger. The police then gave him a glass of water and a bun, and did not allow him to eat foreign food.
Yuan Xiao devoured it, but the food was not enough at all. He felt that he was hungry enough to eat a whole roasted whole sheep.
After drinking a little water, Yuan Xiao fell asleep again.
At midnight, Steven was still sitting at the Manhattan Police Station. He kept on the phone and observed Yuan Xiao's movements. When he saw that the other party was asleep, he thoughtfully took off his jacket and handed it to the young man who seemed to be of age. little kid.
Just as he was about to end all this today and come back to the police station tomorrow, two people suddenly came in from the Manhattan Police Department. One of the tall and handsome men, wearing a top hat and sunglasses, was amazingly powerful.
At first, neither Steven nor the policeman on duty recognized who this man who was as cold as a sculpture was.
Until he took out his documents, "I'll bail Luo Yuanxiao."
Accompanied by a deep male voice, the other party pinched the signature pen with his gloved fingers and signed his name.
The policeman glanced at the name on the passport, and was shocked. He stared at him, covering most of his face, and said in shock, "You are Albert Royce."
The other party did not deny or admit, but just asked "where is he?" The lawyer standing beside him spoke on his behalf, and took out a stack of bail money and a psychiatric diagnosis.
The policeman on duty stared at him incoherently "My God he, he's in there, seems to be asleep."
Albert Royce reckons that no one in New York does not know the name.
Recently, the news of his performance in New York has spread all over the city, and it is hard to get a ticket. There are not a few fans like Yuan Xiao who have followed from abroad. However, the posters posted everywhere are his profile. He doesn't like to let his photos appear outside. The organizers know that he has a big temper, and he is second to none, so in fact, few people can recognize his face at a glance.
When Yuan Xiao was half asleep, he heard the lock being unlocked, and the cell door was opened from the outside. He no longer had the strength to open his eyes, and could only vaguely see that a person appeared in the backlight.
He bent down and picked himself up by the waist, everything was so unreal.
He was carried into a warm space, and the car was filled with the quiet Beethoven, not his favorite moonlight, but the third movement of another "farewell" sonata. In Yuan Xiao's dream, he seemed to realize who this person was. He smelled a cigar, reached out and grabbed a tie.
Bai Wenlin was grabbed by him and bowed his head slightly.
He heard Yuan Xiao murmur something.
Leaning over to listen carefully, I was caught off guard and bit my ear "Roasted Whole Lamb"
The driver saw this as soon as he got into the car, his hair stood on end, thinking that Mr. Royce would be furious because he was very, very disgusted by someone touching him. Unexpectedly, Mr. Royce didn't push him away immediately. He was stunned for at least ten seconds before pinching his chin and pulling his ear out of Yuan Xiao's mouth.
His ears were still wet and dripping with saliva, and he didn't wipe them, just looked down at him, at this haunting face.
In the carriage, the "Farewell" sonata continued to reverberate.