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. If the studio doesn't support idlers, I'll give you one day. If you don't adjust it tomorrow, just give it to me. Get out." 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've been feeling a little unwell recently." He was vague, "I'm training, I can't delay the progress of everyone's work, sorry, I'd better resign."

Zhou Yixiu was stunned for a moment, then stared at his ears, as if he was suspicious, because he saw Luo Yuanxiao touch his ears 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 is that I won't 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, so he said, "Then the monthly salary this month, 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." Something went wrong, please refresh and try again