Bai Wenlin was still obedient, he didn't insist on going home with him, but only sent him to the door, "I'll call you."

Yuan Xiao hadn't seen his parents for about twelve years. He just passed through that time and was very homesick. This kind of miss is getting bigger and bigger. In 2001, he couldn't hold back and ran away from home secretly, wanting to run home to see his parents and his new born self. But never found

There are complete strangers living in his home, the neighbors are still those neighbors, and the small shops on the streets and alleys have not changed in the slightest, but his family just disappeared out of thin air.

Yuan Xiao suffered a big blow, suffered a heart attack and almost died. After being found by the Luo family, he was sent to Qingdao to recuperate, but he was still unhappy.

Not long after, he met Bai Wenlin there.

As soon as he entered the door, Yuan Xiao was hugged by his parents and asked, "Why did the airline call back two or three days late, saying that he would pay 100,000 yuan, which is shameless."

"You shouldn't be allowed to go to America alone"

"The news is reported all day, and a lot of people died scared me and my dad to death. We didn't know anything and wanted to see you, but the embassy refused us a visa."

"Full, is there any injury?"

Yuan Xiao didn't wear a hearing aid, so he couldn't hear clearly. He was silent for a while before saying, "I'm very lucky, I'm lucky, I didn't get hurt at all, nothing happened." He didn't dare to talk about his hearing loss.

"That's fine, that's fine," the father pulled him into his arms, his voice choked, "My poor son."

Yuan Xiao also hugged him hard. He seldom realized this kind of deep father-son relationship. Not long after he was born, he was sent to Hulunbuir, his father's hometown. He was brought up by his grandparents in the grassland. His father was out of business, and his mother ran a tailor shop. Since he was a child, he lacked concern and did not communicate much with his family.

For his education, at the age of eight, Yuan Xiao was accepted to study by the Han nationality. From a sheep herder, he gradually grew into a city child.

In the evening, the family had a complete reunion dinner, full of joy and happiness for the rest of their lives. Yuan Xiao was flipping through the classical music on the music player, and happened to flip to Bach's album. He had two versions in his collection, one by Gould and the other by Bai Wenlin.

He wore headphones and listened to the fugue as he flipped through the comments. Unlike other classical music comment areas, Bai Wenlin has a lot of music fans. Many music students regard him as a male god, but those who don’t study music are also fascinated by his appearance and skills, saying that he is “obvious”. You can rely on your face to eat, but your talent is amazing."

At this moment, a phone call came suddenly.

Bai Wenlin asked him, "Did you sleep?"

"How do I answer your phone when I'm asleep?"

Bai Wenlin, "I see your light is still on."

Yuan Xiao "I don't turn off the lights when I sleep." He suddenly thought of something, "Are you downstairs?"

He quickly stood up, opened the window and looked downstairs. He lives on the third floor, and he saw the luxury car below at a glance.

Along with the private plane, there was also Bai Wenlin's car. He traveled a lot and was followed by a butler and driver. There was also his piano on the plane, which was given to him by Steinway.

Yuan Xiao was a little bit incredulous, Bai Wenlin went back to China with him, why did he come downstairs to his house at night and died for so long, why did he feel that Bai Wenlin still cared about him very much

"Why are you here, how long have you been downstairs"

Bai Wenlin said that not long after he got out of the car, he happened to see Yuan Xiao who was leaning over to look at him from the bay window. Bai Wenlin raised his head, "Yuan Xiao, I'm scared when I don't see you for a while. I'm afraid you'll fall asleep, so I won't answer me again. So I'll come to see you. If you want to talk to you, you don't need to pay attention to me. It's enough for me to hear your voice."

He was standing under the dim streetlight, his suit unbuttoned and his tie unbuttoned, a sturdy and broad figure. The black car breathed quietly behind him.

Yuan Xiao was stabbed in the softest spot, and felt that Bai Wenlin was too pitiful to live in a wealthy family. It must be very lonely. Yuan Xiao felt distressed, he lowered his voice, "My parents seem to be asleep, wait for me, I'll come down immediately."

He sneaked downstairs in his pajamas, Bai Wenlin opened the car door for him, Yuan Xiao crawled in and said, "The car parked here is quite conspicuous, please drive forward." He thought about this and that, Like a rendezvous.

The young driver started the car and greeted him, Yuan Xiao nodded to him and said hello in German.

He only knew a few words in German, one for hello, one for thank you, and a few poems from Lyle Stubb.

"When are you going back to Munich?" He was still very unaccustomed to getting along with the current Bai Wenlin, he couldn't do it like before, he put his hands in his pockets restrainedly.

Bai Wenlin looked at him fixedly, there was a certain distance between them, "Do you really want me to go?"

The driver has already got out of the car.

"No, you shouldn't stay here," Yuan Xiao really didn't understand Bai Wenlin's purpose, and was very puzzled, "What are you doing with me?" Although he had a deep friendship with Bai Wenlin in the past, it seemed Father and son, but how long has it been, more than ten years, and no matter how deep the father-son relationship is, it must fade away. Besides, Bai Wenlin was helpless at that time, but now that he has everything, why does he still follow him.

Bai Wenlin is calm, even if he is sitting, his tall body is like a cold sculpture, his eyes are cold and inhuman, and his body is covered with shadows, "You can't hear me, I'm not at ease."

"It's just one ear, and a hearing aid."

In fact, he didn't want to ask Lin to leave in vain, but there was some indescribable contradiction in this mentality. Bai Wenlin is aloof, he is too famous, and he is just an ordinary person, but Bai Wenlin still cares about him so much, Yuan Xiao is very moved.

Bai Wenlin still stared at him, "I'm composing some music recently, and I want to play it for you."

Yuan Xiao nodded, "But I can't give you any advice, you know."

"I just want to play it for you."

Yuan Xiao couldn't help sighing, and he couldn't do anything about him, "Well, wait for your song to be ready. But you play it to me, I always think it's good, and I can't tell you what's wrong with you. He paused and asked in a low voice, "Why don't you play the ones you wrote before." He remembered that Bai Wenlin was actually very talented in music, and the pieces he composed were amazing. At that time, Bai Wenlin also wrote Very long musical.

Yuan Xiao himself is in the recording department and can also arrange music, but it's just a small matter, not worth mentioning, but he still has the ability to appreciate.

Bai Wenlin shook his head and didn't tell him that he had been unable to write anything for a long time. It is very scary to lose inspiration. He can only play the piano, so many people despise his music, thinking that although his skills have reached the peak, he has no feelings at all.

Within two days, the department group sent out the school start notice, and the small group also sent a message. All kinds of news were crowded together, which suddenly made Yuan Xiao a little confused.

Xiaoqun is a music studio set up by seniors who have graduated from their school, called "Dream Sound Building". Yuan Xiao was the first major to enter the recording department. I heard that he is very good at listening and has an absolute sense of music. As soon as he entered the school, his seniors pulled him into the studio.

The studio makes soundtracks for some programs and local TV shows, and it's a lot of money. When there is a lot of money in a month, it can reach millions. Yuan Xiao worked very hard in his spare time, earning more than 70,000 yuan a year. Because the arranger would quarrel with his roommates, he did not live in the dormitory, but shared a room with his studio classmates off-campus.

He used to want to be a pianist, but later realized that he actually didn't have the talent as a pianist, even if he passed the tenth grade, but that's it. He must have failed at the Central Conservatory of Music, so he simply studied film recording.

Yuan Xiao went back to the shared house, checked carefully, and found that no one was there, so he dared to let Bai Wenlin come in.

"I have a roommate who is also your big fan. There are not many of us who don't worship you. It's incredible for them to see you, and I'm afraid they'll go crazy."

Bai Wenlin followed him into the bedroom. Yuan Xiao shares the rent with others. The private space is a bedroom with a bathroom and a balcony. The environment and location here are good, and it costs 2,000 a month.

Bai Wenlin noticed that on the flower stand on his balcony, there were a lot of succulents, probably hundreds of pots.

Yuan Xiao said, "Succulent is the easiest to die in the summer, and I am not here, so I can only let my roommate take care of me." He poured a little water on Succulent, suddenly remembered something, and rummaged in the drawer under the electric piano, Pull out a poster.

He took a fountain pen and handed it to Bai Wenlin, "You are my roommate's idol. If I send him your autographed photo, he will definitely be very happy." Bai Wenlin does not have a brokerage company, does not sell records, let alone Autographs are too rare, so his autograph is still more precious.

Bai Wenlin took it with his slender fingers, and just after signing the contract, Yuan Xiao heard the door closing.

"Fuck." Yuan Xiao panicked and shoved Bai Wenlin into the bathroom, "Hide, don't let him see."

"Yuanxiao Yuanxiao" roommate Ke Qin knocked on the door outside. He saw Luo Yuanxiao's shoes, but there was also a pair of high-grade leather shoes with a large size, obviously not Luo Yuanxiao's.

"What's the matter?" Yuan Xiao opened a crack.

Ke Qin probed his head, "Whose shoes did you bring the man back to the door?"

Yuanxiao ""

"My dad's, he's going to cook for me, maybe he forgot to change his slippers and went out." He lied, scratching his legs uncomfortably, and quickly changed the subject "By the way, I'll go to America for you Came back with a present."

He hurried out, closed the door, and handed the poster to Ke Qin.

As soon as Ke Qin saw the elegant signature, he shouted "Fuck Royce"

Yuan Xiao glanced at the door of the room uncomfortably.

Ke Qin was ecstatic, bowing his head and frantically kissing the man on the poster. Bai Wenlin doesn't like that kind of big close-up posters. Most of his posters are silhouettes of playing the piano. Ke Qin raised his head and burst into tears, "Yuan Xiao, I love you so much."

"It's nothing." Yuan Xiao saw the black lump on his lips, and instantly reacted that the signature was not dry.

Ke Qin also found out. He looked down at his blackened fingers, and said, "You came back from the United States, how many days have you been and the ink hasn't dried yet?"

Yuan Xiao laughed dryly with a "haha", "Because you rubbed your saliva on it." Yuan Xiao turned around to get him water and peel the fruit.

Ke Qin didn't have any doubts and said, "I'll treat you to dinner tonight."

"I have something to do tonight."

Ke Qin "Forgot to tell you, I moved to a new house a few days ago, and I still have some things I haven't brought back, so I came back to clean up. I've renewed the rent for three months, I'll pay, you can see if you want to stay in these three. Find another one in a month"

Yuan Xiao let out an "ah", and Ke Qin felt a little guilty, "I sold another film and television copyright, and Tencent asked me to be a screenwriter. I'm sorry."

"That's a good thing, what are you doing over there at Dream Sound Building?" Ke Qin is his colleague in the studio. At the same time, he also knows that Ke Qin writes romance novels in Jinjiang. There are some differences between male and female perspectives on romance. Soon It became popular, and the copyright was sold.

Ke Qin said casually, "I quit, the exploitation is too serious, I don't want to do it anymore. And Zhou Yixiu's idiot is still reading pirated texts. Damn, even a few dollars of novels won't support the genuine version. He earns dozens of dollars a month. Whoever works under him is unlucky." Zhou Yixiu, one of the founders of "Dream Sound Building", not only took off his roommate's vest, but also read the txt; not only read the txt, but also went to his roommate's article to criticize him. and asked him to "Xiao Ke, make music well, don't write these boring things, you still have a lot to learn."

Their film and recording department is close to the director, and it is not surprising that they can write stories and novels.

Ke Qin also said, "When my drama is written, I will definitely have to find a music producer. I will recommend you to the director."

Yuanxiao ""

"Don't thank me too much, I know you are talented. They don't appreciate it, but I appreciate it." After Ke Qin finished speaking, he gave him another business card, "This is the contact information for the director who loves you 100 million light years. Didn't their crew offer a bounty for movie soundtracks in our school before? No, I haven't found a suitable one yet, I heard you do this before, so I got you the director's phone number."

"I asked about it, Yuan Xiao, this director is a classical fan, and you have a lot of drama." Ke Qin knew that Luo Yuanxiao was fond of classical music, so the pop music he composed also had a little elegant classical flavor.

Yuan Xiao held the business card and was speechless for a while.

Ke Qin, "His assistant should answer the call. Just make it clear that you are a music producer and just send the deo to them."

"When my brother is developed, tell me how many Q coins you want, and I will find someone to modify the data internally for you"

Ke Qin happily walked away holding the signed poster. Yuan Xiao returned to the room, his eyes were a little wet. He is more emotional, and since childhood, because of his personality, he rarely made true friends. He didn't expect to meet such a good roommate as Ke Qin.

Yuan Xiao was like a chicken blood, and immediately sat down and started arranging the music with electric steel. He had previously noticed the information about loving you 100 million light years to openly recruit music producers. The director gave three lyrics on Weibo and asked someone to compose the music. The director is a student of their school, so the counselor put this recruitment information Post it on the department group, so everyone can try it.

At that time, Yuan Xiao was very moved when he saw it, and immediately bought the whole book and read it. In fact, it was a very clichéd, reunion love story. The former first love on campus met in Milan many years later.

The female protagonist is an assistant to a fashion designer, and the male protagonist is the domineering president who "I will pay a billion dollars to buy the dior for me, and if it is not enough, add another billion".

Although the setting is brainless, the emotional line is very moving and exciting. However, Yuan Xiao has never tried to arrange music for this kind of film. He is in the "Dream Sound Building" studio, and he is doing some TV station work, and the things he makes are very earthy, like square dance music.

Yuan Xiao was obsessed with arranging, but Bai Wenlin didn't bother him, he flipped through a book of Goethe's poems from his bookcase and read it. Yuan Xiao's bedroom is not big, but there is a soft single sofa next to the balcony flower stand. He likes to sit on the sofa hugging his knees and enjoying the silence.

After thinking hard in the room for a few days, Yuan Xiao couldn't find a special tune. The kind of music that fits right in the ears needs inspiration. His ears are gone, his sense of music is gone, and what he writes is terrible, like a mess of lines.

Bai Wenlin wanted to help him, but Yuanxiao said, "I'll do it myself, I want to try it, you let me try it myself." He was especially afraid that he would lose this talent completely. Knowing that he had to go out, or he would definitely not be able to continue doing this.

During the day, Yuan Xiao went to the school to report that he had just entered the second year of sophomore year, and the curriculum was very tight. In the afternoon, after a few lessons on film and television recording technology, Yuan Xiao took a schoolbag and rode a shared bicycle out of the campus.

Like many of his classmates, he stopped at the traffic light when an Aston Martin crossed in front of him, just in front of the zebra crossing.

Bai Wenlin didn't honk his horn, he rolled down the car window a little, revealing a handsome face half-covered by sunglasses, "Get in the car."

"Why are you here?" Yuan Xiao was taken aback.

"Come to pick you up, come up."

Yuan Xiao locked his bicycle in the dedicated parking lane for shared bicycles next to him, and heard someone talking about how handsome this Aston Martin was and how much it cost.

Bai Wenlin started the car "Where to go"

"When I went to the studio, it was just in the neighborhood not far away, and I turned left." Yuan Xiao said, "Actually, it took me five or six minutes to cycle by myself, so there's no need to pick me up."

Bai Wenlin glanced at him, "Are your ears better today?"

"It's still the same." Yuan Xiao's tone was low, and he immediately changed the subject, "Why did you drive by yourself?"

"Because I want to be alone with you, the carriage is very small, and there will be a feeling that there are only two of us left in the world."

Yuan Xiao thought to himself, Bai Wenlin must be a very romantic husband in the future. But he is so good, how come he hasn't found a girlfriend yet. Yuan Xiao wanted to inquire a little, but felt it was too personal.

The car drove to the community where the studio was located, Yuan Xiao was about to get out of the car, Bai Wenlin's arm had already come over, helped him unfasten his seat belt, then got out of the car and helped him open the door.

Yuan Xiao looked up at him, feeling like he was dreaming, "Wen Lin, you are really 1.96 meters tall"

He remembered that when Bai Wenlin was eighteen years old, he was in his early nineties. This kind of height is not very common in China, but his Germanic blood is posed, and it is not too exaggerated to grow into such a physique.

Hearing this, Bai Wenlin raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Yeah." He touched the top of Yuan Xiao's head, Yuan Xiao immediately stepped back, coughed twice and said, "I may have to work until nine o'clock today, I'll just go back after I finish, no need. Came to pick me up specially."

Bai Wenlin hummed again.

"Dream Sound Building" music production studio is an elite team of more than 30 people. But it seems that there is a shortage of manpower. Last year, a few freshmen came in, but even if they recruited freshmen, they were the first in their majors, such as Yuan Xiao.

Only Yuan Xiao remained among the freshmen recruited for the internship. He was very strong among his peers, and he learned to arrange music very quickly.

The size of the studio is not too large, and the office location is also in the community. However, the studio is full of various audio sources, samplers, digital synthesizers, composers, and music workstations from the ceiling to the ground. professional. When Yuan Xiao first came here, he designed background music for some hotels, shopping malls and other business places. But after a few months, he was appreciated, participated in the core production of the studio, and began to contact some music production in film and television.

His main job is composing and arranging music, and sometimes he also undertakes the work of orchestration, performance, recording and mixing.

"Has Ke Qin won 5 million?"

Yuanxiao ""

Zhou Yixiu "He came to me the day before yesterday. I rely on Armani. He suddenly became rich. You are his roommate. Do you know what?"

Yuan Xiao remembered what Ke Qin said, and Ke Qin said that if anyone asked, he must slap him in the face. He paused and said, "Mr. Zhou, the novel written by Ke Qin was bought by a film and television company. If he wants to make a movie, he will switch careers to become a screenwriter."

Zhou Yixiu ""

Yuan Xiao didn't really want to talk to him, so he turned around and went to work on his own.

Yuan Xiao was not in the state, everyone could see it, and when he asked him, he said that he was not feeling well today, and Zhou Yixiu called a new one to replace him, saying, "Then don't be too busy today, it will be a disservice to me."

Yuan Xiao knew that he could not continue to work at all, so he asked Zhou Yixiu for leave. Zhou Yixiu glanced at him inquiringly, "Why, Xiao Luo, your listening skills have regressed, you are stumped by such a trivial matter."

"I will adjust it as soon as possible, President Zhou."

Yuan Xiao went out of the company and heard a colleague from the company saying, "Whose Aston Martin car is parked downstairs with more than 10 million yuan, who is so hidden?"

Yuan Xiao went downstairs and sneaked into the 10-million-dollar car, for fear of being discovered by his colleagues.

Bai Wenlin seemed to have smoked a cigar in the car, and the smell was very strong. That smell belonged to Bai Wenlin. Although Yuan Xiao didn't like cigars, he had to admit that he didn't hate the smell. Maybe it's because I've been with Bai Wenlin day and night recently, and I'm used to it, but I actually feel a little good about it, "Have you been waiting for me?"

Bai Wenlin hummed, "Are you hungry?"

Yuan Xiao nodded, "A little bit."

"I bought a new house. After dinner, let's go and have a look. I got you a recording studio."

Yuanxiao ""

After dinner, Bai Wenlin changed the car, and it was his driver Philip who drove.

The new house is a villa, not very big, the furniture and equipment are just moved in. Bai Wenlin said, "The first floor is your private studio, and the second floor is our private area. The furniture will have to be left for a few months before we can move in." He doesn't like moving in with a bag, because it doesn't suit his wishes, he wants to All decoration is completely in accordance with his aesthetic preferences.

He grabbed Yuan Xiao's wrist and took him up the spiral staircase to the second floor. Except for a corridor on the second floor, all other rooms except the load-bearing wall were connected to the "study, cloakroom, bedroom, bathroom, and entertainment room."

"I made a sunny conservatory on the rooftop upstairs to raise succulents for you."

Yuan Xiao was speechless. He climbed up to the attic and found that the structure of this house was very similar to his previous beach villa in Qingdao. The ceiling of the attic was very low. But Bai Wenlin's height can easily reach the top, and it is easy to hit his head.

When he went up, Yuan Xiao subconsciously looked at Bai Wenlin, only to see Bai Wenlin bent down slightly naturally, as if he was used to bowing his head when he went up to the attic. Yuan Xiao remembered that Bai Wenlin would never make such a clumsy mistake, only Al would hit his head every time.

"Do you like the house?"

Yuan Xiao said he liked "but"

"Just like it," Bai Wenlin interrupted him and stretched out his hand, "Come down, it's stuffy. Be careful not to bump your head."

Yuan Xiao gave him his hand, and when he went down the ladder, Bai Wenlin picked him up, and the strong cigar smell penetrated into the tip of his nose. Yuan Xiao was dizzy and said, "The house is very good, I like it, but ask Lin why you are so kind to me, I am willing to pay you rent, but I can't live with you in vain."

Bai Wenlin was not angry, because he knew that Yuan Xiao had such a character. "You know what," he said of another thing, to the point. "When I was little, you asked me to be a pianist, and you said I would be a very, very famous pianist, but I didn't want to."

He put Yuan Xiao down, but his arms always wrapped around his body, wrapped him in his arms, looked down and said, "At that time, I only had a small dream, to make money, to buy you a house, the two of us. Live alone, I will play Beethoven for you every day." His voice became heavier and heavier, and his head slowly lowered, "I thought at that time, being an artist would not make money."

Yuan Xiao saw him getting closer and closer, the tip of their noses touching each other, Yuan Xiao fell into the whirlpool of his blue eyes, almost thinking that Bai Wenlin was going to kiss him.

"It's you who made me."