The doctor said, "The plane crash, such a big movement, and only one ear can't hear it is lucky. If there is a possibility of recovery, you can wear a hearing aid for a period of time and intervene first. If it does not improve after a period of time, consider implanting artificial Cochlear."

After fitting a hearing aid, Yuan Xiao couldn't stand it as soon as he put it on. The sound was too noisy and strange. It was fine in a quiet place, but once he went to a crowded place, the mechanically amplified sound spread to his nerves. It made him very uncomfortable and had a headache.

The doctor said that he had to adapt for a period of time and learn to accept the sound world brought to him by hearing aids.

Bai Wenlin nervously asked him how he felt, and Yuan Xiao said, "It's not much different from before." He tried his best to think optimistically. At most, he couldn't be a pianist in the future.

Moreover, this thing is very high-tech, it is completely invisible when worn, and it can not be seen from the outside, and the volume can be adjusted.

He covered his right ear, turned up the volume, and asked Bai Wenlin, "I'll listen to what you have to say."

Bai Wenlin leaned over and called his name softly, "Can you hear me?" He was afraid that Yuan Xiao wouldn't be able to hear him, so he got close, but his voice was very soft. Yuan Xiao felt a little strange, and nodded, "I can hear it." He couldn't help but feel fortunate that technology was developed, if it were replaced by more than ten years ago

"It's good to hear it." Bai Wenlin raised his hand and touched his hair, with an almost gentle feeling in his eyes, with a look of being cautiously protecting the other party.

The driver looked like hell.

Master Royce is a very simple and "dedicated" person, who only has a passion for the piano.

In his life, it seems that there is nothing left but the piano. He's self-disciplined, but occasionally drunk, smokes very heavy cigars, and has a capricious personality. He never accepts students, and does not like to give public concerts. He gives up to ten public performances each year, including an annual invitation to play from the White House, an invitation from the British Royal Family, and an invitation from Bellevue Palace.

Lord Royce told this son a lot of royal marriages: "Princess Beatrice likes you, Princess Helena likes you too, which do you like?"

However, Mr. Royce has no interest in marrying a royal princess. In his eyes, beauties are less than one ten thousandth of a piano. The driver heard that there seems to be only one person who has been dead for many years in Master Royce's heart.

Yuan Xiao got used to it for a few days and was basically able to get used to hearing aids. He used Bai Wenlin's computer to search for things about his last life. After he crossed over, he became a rich young man. Master Luo's father, Chairman Luo, was a very rich man. When Yuan Xiao died, Luo Dong's company was listed abroad. When he searched, he found a lot of information, including family information. Luo Dong's wife and children's encyclopedia said that Luo Dong only has a fifteen-year-old son who is studying in high school in the UK.

According to the photos posted by the rich second generation on social platforms, Yuan Xiao recognized that this should be Luo Dong's second son, his "brother".

No trace of his existence could be found, and Yuan Xiao couldn't figure out the situation.

After all, according to his understanding, the two lives happened in two parallel time and space, and now that he has traveled back, it stands to reason that Chairman Luo's family should not exist.

Yuan Xiao had no clue.

He was about to return to China, but he did not dare to tell Bai Wenlin, because the other party played Beethoven to him every day, as if he wanted to play it for 12 years. His Beethoven was full of an indescribable feeling. The feelings described are not the same as before.

In the evening, Bai Wenlin went ashore from the pool and took off his swimming cap and goggles. He only wore a pair of swimming trunks and was naked. Yuan Xiao was lying in his jacuzzi, so comfortable that he was about to fall asleep, when the calm water suddenly swayed gently. Yuan Xiao opened his eyes, and Bai Wenlin sat down in black swimming trunks.

He felt a little uncomfortable, feeling that the Inner Mongolian blood in his blood was being challenged by the Germanic people, he covered his legs with his hands embarrassedly, "What are you doing?"

Bai Wenlin also lay down and pressed his arm to his, "We used to do this often."

"no"

Bai Wenlin looked at him sideways, his blue eyes sunk deep into his eyes, "You can't see anything. I carried you into the bathtub. Call me after you shower, and I'll carry you to the bed."

Yuanxiao's black lines have come out, "That's not the same thing at all"

"Forget it." He didn't care about this with Bai Wenlin. Although the strangeness between them had disappeared a little, he still couldn't fully treat the current Bai Wenlin as an eighteen-year-old.

There is definitely a big difference.

Bai Wenlin turned on the LCD TV and asked "Do you want to watch the video?"

Lantern Festival said "No". He froze all over, and his bodies touched each other uncontrollably.

In the sound, the brisk Goldberg Variation suddenly sounded, Yuan Xiao suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar video, and suddenly opened his eyes, "You still keep these videos"

Bai Wenlin responded. Not only did he keep it, he would watch it almost every day thanks to Yu Yuanxiao's little hobby.

At that time, Yuan Xiao had just gotten acquainted with the young Bai Wenlin. did not know where to find a dv player, fixed it with three legs, standing beside the piano, video recording endlessly all day long, and a whole box of batteries was prepared. Others are sitting next to the piano, sometimes taking the dv machine off the tripod, and shooting with his hands, especially focusing on his fingers and face, and recording a lot of close-ups.

While recording, he said with emotion, "This is art."

At that time, his thoughts were quite simple. After Bai Wenlin became famous, these were all very precious materials.

Bai Wenlin was puzzled at first, Yuan Xiao said, "After you become a grand pianist in the future, these videos will not be very interesting to recall."

"I'm not going to be a pianist."

Yuan Xiao said seriously, "You are a genius, geniuses like Mozart and Saint-Saëns, you are destined to reach the top."

Bai Wenlin shook his head, as if he wasn't interested in being a pianist at all. If he liked it, it didn't mean he had to do it.

In this video, Yuan Xiao still remembers the time, it should be when Bai Wenlin was fifteen years old.

At that age, Bai Wenlin had already shown amazing talent. Yuan Xiao dared to guarantee that if those masters found him, they would scramble to accept him as a disciple.

At that time, Bai Wenlin liked to practice some very, very difficult songs. Liszt's twelve super-technical etudes could be heard once. He never goes wrong with music that the average pianist would stay away from, making one wonder if he has three hands.

These pieces are undoubtedly very difficult for students who have only studied for three years. But Bai Wenlin was too stubborn to practice the piano. In order to practice his skills, he opened the piggy bank that Yuan Xiao bought him. Each time he practiced, he took out a coin and put it aside until the piggy bank was empty.

Moreover, he could spend a whole month doing nothing and only practicing his left hand skills, just because he felt that his left hand was not as dexterous as his right hand, and the sound of the trigger keys was not perfect.

What gave Yuan Xiao a bit of a headache was Bai Wenlin's fault with adding decorative accents and making self-righteous adaptations.

He played an etude, the first time was absolutely complete, as smooth and accurate as if he had practiced it many times, and there would not be a single wrong note, but if he was asked to play it a second time, there would be a lot of "mistakes".

In other words, the second time he stopped reading the score, he would arbitrarily add some decorative accents to make an adaptation. Yuan Xiao is a student of the recording department. He is actually very disgusted with the random adaptation of classical music, but this is an important part of Bai Wenlin's future style development. He said politely, "Is it a little too much?"

Bai Wenlin will appropriately reduce some dazzling splendor, and instead ask him, "Does it sound better like this?"

Yuan Xiao nodded, no matter how he listened, Bai Wenlin's performance was smooth and clear, like pearls falling on velvet.

He said in his heart, you have the same problem as Liszt in the book. Fortunately, I know the future, otherwise I would not have dared to let you go on like this.

After lunch, the two continued to learn the piano. Yuan Xiao could only play for more than three hours a day at most, any more would put a strain on his heart. When he had nothing to do, he would climb up to the attic, write some messy tunes, or sit down. Drinking tea on the sofa next to me and tossing a camcorder.

Listening to Bai Wenlin's performance is definitely a pleasure. When he becomes famous, this is something that no matter how rich you are, you can't enjoy it. After all, the only people who can have the honor to invite him to play at home are the royal family except the White House.

While tea was being boiled on the table, Yuan Xiao went downstairs to make a cup of hot cocoa for Bai Wenlin and served it, as well as two chocolate doughnuts, which the chef baked.

"Ask Lin, take a break and eat something."

Bai Wenlin looked at the donut, frowned as if he didn't notice a trace, then stood up and took the donut aside and put it aside, "I'll eat it later, brother, come and help me see this chord. "

He opened the score and pointed to a certain section of staff.

Yuan Xiao leaned over and saw that it was actually a Goldberg Variation. He had practiced this stuff before and lost half of his life. Bach madly insisted on thirty wonderful variations on the basis of only 32 notes on the bass line.

Yuan Xiao only glanced at the chord, and his scalp felt numb. This is the twenty-eighth variation, mainly for the practice of vibrato.

He was a little unconfident, "do you want me to play it for you?"

Bai Wenlin had this intention, he let out the piano bench and stood beside him.

Yuan Xiao took off his jacket and sat at one-third of the piano bench. He first picked up the piano score and studied it for a while, then turned to look at Bai Wenlin.

Bai Wenlin is already taller than him, the young man has been exercising a lot, his sleeves are slightly rolled up to reveal his strong forearm muscles, and he is looking down at him at the moment. After the two looked at each other, Yuan Xiao coughed and began to "demonstrate" unreliably.

He tried to play the vibrato again, because it was too difficult, and he had never practiced it before, so he made a few mistakes because he was not familiar with the notation. Then, he came again twice, and hummed lowly. not live.

This variation is only about a minute long.

After a few times, he felt like there was nothing wrong with himself, so he asked Bai Wenlin who was beside him softly, "Am I right?"

Bai Wenlin thought that he was wrong, but he hummed softly and said, "There should be no mistake."

Yuan Xiao knows that his skills are not at home. If he is given time, he can practice accurately. But there are too few people who can play it after listening to it like Bai Wenlin, Yuan Xiao felt ashamed, "Come on, I'll let it go." He was about to get up, but Bai Wenlin pressed his shoulders, "Let's go together. "

The two sat together, Yuan Xiao used the bass part, and Bai Wenlin used the soprano part.

He deliberately made a mistake in Yuan Xiao's wrong place, then turned his head and asked Yuan Xiao, "Am I wrong here?"

Yuan Xiao got up slightly and glanced at the score, and nodded lightly, "It seems to be wrong, it shouldn't be like this." He raised his hand.

Bai Wenlin turned his head to look at him attentively demonstrating, and made a very weak humming sound that no one thought could be heard. He couldn't help laughing silently, his eyes slightly curved.

Seeing this, Bai Wenlin smiled again, which was a very happy memory for him. Every time I look at it, I will laugh, and then the overwhelming loneliness hits, because he always looks at it alone, and the person who can accompany him in his memories is long gone.

His music has been appreciated by countless people, but the original one has disappeared.

Yuan Xiao didn't pay attention to these details at the time. It turned out that he was so close to the dv machine that his humming was clearly recorded. His face turned red, as if someone had caught a glimpse of a very private secret. "Gould also has this habit, why are you laughing?"

"I'm not laughing at this." His deep and cold eyebrows completely melted, and he lowered his head.

Yuan Xiao suddenly saw him showing such a gentle demeanor, and a strange feeling surged in his heart. Once he knew about Albert Royce, from encyclopedia, from magazines, news. This is a big devil who never laughs, no matter what information he gets from anywhere. He was so ruthless, and the bands he played with were both excited and terrified.

"I heard that Royce is scarier than the conductor. He can play the score when he picks up the score. When we play the orchestra, if something goes wrong, he will immediately hear it, and react faster than the conductor. He locks in one second and turns his head. just stare at you"

"He can only play like an angel by himself, but as long as you ask him a question, he will be very irritable, his requirements are different every time, and he doesn't like to follow the score, and he has the final say anyway, So fickle"

This is what Yuan Xiao heard about.

But he knew that Bai Wenlin was not like this when he was young. He was polite and never murdered.

When his gentle face was pressed down, Yuan Xiao's face turned red unconsciously, no one could resist being in close contact with the male god, even if it was a child he pulled with one hand, but it felt different in the end. Now this Bai Wenlin has things that he is familiar with, but also places that make him very unfamiliar. He stammered, "Well, what are you laughing at?"

"I laugh because" he lowered his eyes, his lips pressed against Yuan Xiao's cheek, and his voice entered his left ear wearing a hearing aid "because of you, my little prince."