The kiss fell on Yuan Xiao's ear.

Yuan Xiao knew that kissing on the cheek is very common in the West, and he didn't feel anything wrong for a while, but felt that Bai Wenlin's eyes were too charming, and his deep eyes were like a cloudless blue sky, which seemed quite affectionate, even his directness. Even though they had been together for many years, he watched Bai Wenlin grow up, but he still couldn't resist this charm.

The house was temporarily unavailable, and when he returned to the rental house, Yuan Xiao still couldn't write anything. He felt helpless and tired and didn't want to maintain this status quo. The next day, Yuan Xiao suffered another setback in the studio. Zhou Yixiu was furious and scolded him, "Luo Yuanxiao, what's going on with you these days? You also want to write novels and sell copyrights. What kind of music are you doing?"

Yuan Xiao felt that it was not a big deal if he went on like this. He couldn't let Zhou Yixiu fire him first, but he couldn't let go of his work and thought it was very irresponsible.

Just when he was hesitating whether to speak up about his resignation first, Zhou Yixiu said, "If you go on like this, I won't be able to keep you here. The studio doesn't support idlers. I'll give you a day. If you don't adjust it tomorrow, just give it to me. Get the hell out of here." He slammed the document off the table with the majesty of a boss.

Yuan Xiao heard him say this, and simply said, "Mr. Zhou, I have been feeling a little unwell recently." He was vague, "I am in the process of training, I can't delay the progress of everyone's work, sorry, I should resign."

Zhou Yixiu was stunned for a moment, then stared at his ear, as if he was suspicious, because he saw Luo Yuanxiao touch his ear more than once while he was working.

"Did you have any problem with your ears? Did you go to the hospital to see if you didn't take out the earwax?"

The corner of Yuan Xiao's mouth twitched, and he said, "Mr. Zhou, my problem will definitely not get better in a day or two. I've caused a lot of trouble for everyone in the past two days. I'm sorry, I'll take over some work."

Zhou Yixiu didn't get angry either, so he said, "Then this month's monthly salary, I will let the finance calculate it to you according to the number of days."

"No need for Mr. Zhou." Their studio base salary is 800, which is less than many interns, but Yuan Xiao is only a freshman, and he is already better than students at the same level when he can enter the studio. Their wages are distributed according to their work, and the more they work and the more they take over, the more they can get it.

He didn't have many things in the studio, just a few books and a few pots of succulent. When Yuan Xiao went out with the box, his colleagues were surprised behind his back, secretly talking about "What happened to Luo Yuanxiao, who was fired by President Zhou"

"Not really, but he's been a little wrong these two days, as if he suddenly can't understand music."

Just as Yuan Xiao went downstairs with the suitcase in his arms, a colleague sitting by the window shouted, "Come over here and see what the hell!"

More than 20 employees rushed to the window at once, and looked out of the window like a superhero, "What's the matter?"

A Maybach was parked downstairs, and a handsome foreign guy in a Prada couture suit opened the door for Yuan Xiao. After Yuan Xiao got into the car, the handsome foreign guy circled around and got into the driver's seat.

"Fuck, that's Luo Yuanxiao's boyfriend, so handsome, doesn't he look like Brad Pitt?"

"The Maybach is so rich"

"It doesn't seem to be fired but developed"

"Tsk tsk tsk, hide it, hide it."

When the car started, Yuan Xiao said to the driver wearing the Prada haute couture, "Philip, can you please take me to school first?" Yuan Xiao, Bai Wenlin's driver, has seen two, one older, one younger, and the younger This, followed him to China.

There are quite a lot of classes in his school. There are evening classes two days a week. He studies very hard, but these are useless. He can never find the lost sense of music.

In the evening, Yuan Xiao sat in front of the electric piano in a daze, with the arranger software running on the computer next to him. Yuan Xiao did not touch it. He had lost his confidence. , he tried to get Pushkin to inspire him, but it was completely in vain.

Bai Wenlin walked up to him, took out the book in his hand, opened a page at random, and read in a low Russian, "On your lonely and sad days, please read my name quietly, and say that someone Miss me, I live in a person's heart in the world."

Yuan Xiao raised his head slightly to look at him, he didn't understand Russian, but felt that Bai Wenlin's voice was a little sad.

"Ask Lin"

"I'm here." He sat down, "I read that novel a little bit, have I figured out the main theme?"

Yuan Xiao reluctantly cheered up and played to him "I'm going to use D major, so it sounds brighter." He actually changed a lot of versions of the main melody, but he was not satisfied after all, and the lyrics gave him three sentence, he arranged according to these three sentences, if selected, the lyricist will fill in the lyrics according to his arrangement.

Bai Wenlin didn't deny his main melody, he put his hand on Yuan Xiao's electric piano and repeated his melody "Variation here, and then add the bass that doesn't belong to the main part."

When Yuan Xiao started, he immediately took out his mobile phone and started recording.

Bai Wenlin continued, "Although I haven't finished reading this book, but according to the lyrics, it's not all bright." He played with his right hand and recorded with his left, adding one rest after another, "Pay attention to the heavy dark colors and Contrasts between slight dawns, variations, repetitions."

Yuan Xiao saw that he didn't even need to think at all, his shot was an impromptu and wonderful phrase, and he couldn't say anything. Moreover, this kind of music was completely his dream, but no matter how hard he tried, it was impossible for him to be as relaxed and talented as Bai Wenlin. Yuan Xiao smiled bitterly and said thank you to him.

Bai Wenlin reached out and touched his cheek, "No need."

However, Bai Wenlin's shot must have a strong classical taste. This is his deep-rooted temperament, but this does not prevent the melody from being captivating. After listening to him play, Yuan Xiao played the recording again, trying to open up new ideas to compose.

Bai Wenlin didn't bother him this time. Sitting next to him reading a book, he just gave Yuan Xiao an idea to give him a little motivation and not be so negative. But it doesn't seem to have much effect.

Yuan Xiao's motivation is there. It is nothing more than adding bricks and mortar to Bai Wenlin's semi-finished product, but he feels that Bai Wenlin's traces are too heavy, and he wants to change a part of it, but he finds that no matter what, there is no way to revise what he wrote. That part of the phrase. His presence is too strong, every note is his taste

Yuan Xiao knew that he only needed to make a slight adaptation on the original basis to send out the deo, and he would be 100% selected. As long as the director was not stupid, it was impossible to miss Bai Wenlin. His talent was too amazing. He is the greatest musical mind of this era.

That night, he revised it until the early morning, Bai Wenlin put him to sleep, Yuan Xiao was still arranging with headphones, thinking about adding a violin trio to the piano or just adding a violin "Wait, I'll go to bed after I finish this part. ."

Bai Wenlin couldn't help but said that he took off his headphones, "I'll do it tomorrow, tomorrow is Saturday."

Yuan Xiao raised his head to look at him, the light was too bright, he had to squint. Bai Wenlin lowered his head and pinched the tip of his nose, "You can't even open your eyes."

Yuan Xiao replied blankly, but before he could react, he was picked up and carried onto the bed. He had finished washing up more than an hour ago, and he continued to work after washing up, completely holding his breath. He just lost his job, but he can't lose faith, let alone love.

Yuan Xiao was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, and Tmall Box said good night.

Bai Wenlin was lying beside him, a small table lamp was turned on on the bedside table, the light was turned to the darkest, dim and gentle. Yuan Xiao seemed to be asleep, Bai Wenlin reached out and touched his face, Yuan Xiao opened his eyes, his dark eyes were full of tiredness.

"wake you up"

"I haven't fallen asleep yet." Yuan Xiao whispered, "Wen Lin, I can't change that part of you."

It seems that there is a soul, no matter how to modify it, Yuan Xiao naturally understands this natural feeling, as if pianists never dare to add decorative accents when they play the works of masters, such as Beethoven and Mozart. Not to mention the adaptation, because if you change a sound, everything is wrong. Some of them have been improved well, which is not bad, but this must be due to the excellent original score, and the adapted version is always inferior to the original score.

He said, "My ears are like this, and I can't make music properly." He sank half of his face into the snow-white pillow, with a wry smile on his face, "I seem to be able to understand Beethoven's music in his later years now, I understand. His anger and unwillingness, but when his hearing is weakened, he can write sadness, but I can't, I can't even do the most basic things."

Bai Wenlin's hand was still on his face, he pinched his earlobe, and coaxed, "Xiao Yuanxiao, you will get better, you will get better, I will stay with you until you are well. stand up."

Yuan Xiao was originally very sleepy, but was suddenly struck by the name "Little Yuan Xiao". The fingers rubbing against his ears had rough calluses, and it seemed that electricity was flowing into his body. Yuan Xiao shivered, and didn't turn his head away, "Don't pinch, it's so itchy."

Bai Wenlin took his hand back.

Yuan Xiao turned his back and said, "Tomorrow I'll make the song, listen to it, and I'll send it if there's no problem. I'll add your signature at that time."

"No." Bai Wenlin interrupted him. Yuan Xiao choked, and was also a little distressed, "Yeah, your name is so famous, I thought I was bluffing when I added it, and it also lowered your character. But it's you who composes the music, I just did a little bit. post-work"

"Just write your name, make money, take me on the train to see your hometown." He stretched out his hand and hugged Yuan Xiao, "Go to sleep, it's very late."

Yuan Xiao couldn't open his eyes at all. He smelled the faint smell of tobacco on Bai Wenlin's body, and his head became heavier and heavier. "Why do you want to sleep with me, I'm a little hot?" As he spoke, he went silent. Bai Wenlin lowered his head and kissed his hair.

He remembered that after Yuan Xiao became blind, he said to him, "Can you take me home once?"

Bai Wenlin thought he was talking about Hong Kong because he was a Hong Konger himself, Yuan Xiao's mother was also a Hong Konger, and Chairman Luo was from Qingdao, so this hometown could only have these two options.

But Lantern Festival said it wasn't, "I'm not going by boat, but by train. It's far away, at the border."

Only then did Bai Wenlin know that he was talking about Hulun Buir. Yuan Xiao opened a pair of godless eyes and said, "I grew up on the grassland when I was a child, and I always go back in my dreams. The grass in Hulunbuir is very deep, as high as my shoulders, and maybe there are grasses higher than you. I Lying in the hay, surrounded by white sheep"

"It's the quietest place in the world." He smiled.

Bai Wenlin has always remembered it deeply. He wanted to take Yuan Xiao there and told him, "The heart has changed, so let's go. Let's go next spring."

Yuan Xiao said yes.

There is a plateau, you can't go there if you have heart disease.

It's a pity that Bai Wenlin was full of dreams and took him to the United States for a heart exchange, but Yuan Xiao fell asleep in his arms, like a little joke, Bai Wenlin called his name, but he ignored it, He didn't even breathe, just quietly and silently leaned against his heart, falling asleep forever.

Bai Wenlin lowered his head, a tear fell from his cheek, kissed to his lips, and hit Yuan Xiao's skin.

The next day, Yuan Xiao sent out the deo.

About four days later, the Love You 100 Million Lightyear crew contacted Yuan Xiao, "Mr. Luo, I'm Yuan Hao, Director Lightyear."

The director's name is not very famous, but he has made a lot of movies. There are good films, there are bad films, and they have won awards. Yuan Xiao opened his eyes and predicted that the light year is likely to be killed in the street, and this kind of cliché love story usually does not explode.

But it had nothing to do with him.

Director Yuan was surprised to see him, "Mr. Luo is still in college"

"A freshman, a freshman, an adult. Director Yuan, you are still my senior." Yuan Xiao knew that he was small because there was a little baby fat on his face, and he had no choice. When he was a child, he drank too much goat milk.

Director Yuan hahaha, and asked again, "Where's the other Mr. William?"

In addition to his signature, this sample also has a name "William". William is the English name that Bai Wenlin has used since he was a child, and it is also his middle name. This is the habit of Hong Kong people to name them, and the English name will always be a homonym of the Chinese name.

The Cantonese name for "William" is exactly the same as "Wen Lin".

Naturally, Yuan Xiao couldn't use Bai Wenlin's real name, let alone let Bai Wenlin appear. I am afraid that this crew gave Bai Wenlin all their belongings, and it was not enough to buy him a piece of music. Yuan Xiao said vaguely, "It's not very convenient for him, I'll come forward for him." While thinking about Bai Wenlin's waistcoat in the future, the director should be surprised, and he even raised the film's force.

"Is that so?" Director Yuan hesitated, "The song was made by the two of you to sign the contract."

"I signed it, and I have full authority to represent him."

With the contract in front of him, Yuan Xiao was about to sign it when he suddenly raised his head and said, "By the way, Director Yuan, William has a request. He doesn't allow anyone to revise the part he wrote, he must follow his wishes."

Director Yuan: "What are the parts of his composition?"

Yuan Xiao was a little embarrassed, "Most of them are." He made up a basic theme, Bai Wenlin adapted it according to his theme, and finally Yuan Xiao did the finishing touches and the later stages.

Yuan Xiao said, "Even if I want to make changes, I have to send it to him. If he is not satisfied, just"

Director Yuan "Hmm"

"He said, if you're not satisfied, you can't use this song, so the process should be to change the contract first." Yuan Xiao scratched his head.

Bai Wenlin was indeed a man with a strong desire to control, and he said that he must ask everyone to do what he wanted. He was an out-and-out dictator.

After leaving Director Yuan's studio, Yuan Xiao's phone lit up, indicating that the transfer had arrived. Yuan Xiao didn't have any fame, a piece of music cost 40,000 to 50,000 yuan, Yuan Hao gave him a price of 50,000 yuan, and also made an appointment with him for an episode, saying, "The theme song of the movie is set for this demo that you sent, We still need an episode of the same style, but a little more sad." He described it, saying that although this song is sad, it is full of the feeling of an initial dream, to give people hope.

Director Yuan gave him a piece of lyrics and a short piece of melody.

Yuan Xiao was very happy, but also a little unconfident, and said, "I'll try it out. If it doesn't fit, you can find someone else to try it later."

He didn't know that as soon as he left, the director slapped his thigh and laughed with the assistant director, "50,000 yuan, it's so worth it, it's so fucking worth it, it's a big bargain"

Yuan Xiao got in the car and transferred all the money into Yu'e Bao, intending to use it as a fund to bring Bai Wenlin back to Hulunbuir next year. He opened the ticketing network and went shopping.

Bai Wenlin leaned over and asked him "what are you looking at?"

Yuan Xiao didn't lift his head, "Maxim's ticket is almost gone, can you see that there are still two places here, he will come next month."

Bai Wenlin turned his head to look at him without saying a word.

Yuan Xiao realized something was wrong, and changed his tone, "Do you want to listen?"

"you like him"

Yuan Xiao hesitantly said, "A little." He tapped his finger on the phone, afraid that the ticket would be gone. Maxim was also his male god for a while, but after hearing it, Yuan Xiao finally returned to the purest classical embrace. The development of society is fast, but the human mind is very slow. The more he grows up, the more he loves classical music, which is the music that is closest to the soul. That kind of slow mood, fighting against the fast-paced urban life. And Bai Wenlin is like a classical piano master living in modern times.

Bai Wenlin narrowed his eyes slightly, "Is it more than he likes me?"

"That's not true." Yuan Xiao answered honestly, "I like you more."

"Some"

"No," Yuan Xiao quickly changed his tune, widened his eyes sincerely, "A lot, you are my favorite." He didn't lie, there are actually many pianists he favors, but Bai Wenlin is always his favorite That one, even if he never played Beethoven publicly, he was willing to play it for himself.

Bai Wenlin seemed to like his answer, smiled abruptly, and said very shallowly, "Then let's listen."