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 to improvise. They couldn't keep up with his rhythm. But because of his talent, no one dared to say anything.

He was too dazzling, sitting 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 in his memory who had been with him for so many years.

When he was young, Albert Royce didn't have this name yet. 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. However, the critics are right 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 misunderstood that this was Liszt's own recording of the Dance of Death with a gramophone, the rumors became more and more outrageous, and some 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.