《Third Movement》 CH 1 This is part one of Earl Wild performing R¨¦miniscences de Don Juan to help set the mood. TN: ¡°R¨¦miniscences de Don Juan¡± is one of the ten most difficult piano pieces in the world , adapted from Mozart¡¯s opera ¡°Don Giovanni¡± by Franz Liszt. The technique needed is very high in difficulty and the scale is also grand. Based on the original work¡¯s rich expression he made the work with grand momentum. TN: Everything in bold was already in English in the raws. For a long time tinnitus lingered. Yuanxiao was in a deep coma, and the wet sweat fell along his forehead. The liquid in the infusion bottle slowly flowed into the blood vessels. Slowly regaining movement from the tip of the fingers, the sensation of tinnitus gradually strengthens, buzzing in his ears. At first, it was like a few bees. After a while, it became the roar and great noise of the factory. Yuanxiao suddenly opened his eyes. ¡°Woke up, woke up! He¡¯s awake!¡± A sharp eyed reporter suddenly screamed when they noticed that the person in the ward had moved. Then, a swarm of reporters ignored dissuasion and frantically poured into the ward. Yuanxiao looked around at a group of foreigners with their mouths moving and could not distinguish their words. He was at a loss, the last memory he had was on the plane. Looking at them blankly, he raised his hand to touch his cheek. While he was asleep, Bai Wenlin seemed to have kissed his face. A microphone poked in front of his face, and the female reporter quickly asked in English: ¡°As a survivor of the 729 airplane crash, is it really caused by the sudden change of weather as the airline representative said¡­¡± Yuanxiao finally heard the words, but sensitively found something wrong. The reporter was still questioning loudly when several security guards drove people out directly. A black nurse said angrily: ¡°The patient has just woken up. He needs to rest!¡± ¡°Bang -¡± the noise was shut out with the door, but Yuanxiao¡¯s tinnitus intensified. The sharp sound hurt so much that he couldn¡¯t help covering his ears. A few minutes later, several airline representatives came in. One of them was a Chinese man in his thirties, who looked very elegant. They apologized to Yuanxiao in a sincere tone: ¡°Mr. Luo, regarding this flight accident, first of all, it is our aviation department¡¯s dereliction of duty by predicting the wrong weather forecast that indirectly led to the accident. We are willing to bear full responsibility for this and will reasonably compensate you for your losses in accordance with the law.¡± Yuanxiao looked at them and then at the modern vip ward. His heart became more and more heavy as he asked an irrelevant question: ¡°What year is it?¡± Several persons in charge looked at each other: ¡°Er¡­ 2019, Mr. Luo, do you need to¡­ Er, do you need an MRI to check your brain?¡± ¡°No.¡± Yuanxiao closed his eyes. He didn¡¯t expect to come back. The 729 airplane crash is the first flight accident he had when flying to the United States. This is the one that transmigrated him twenty-two years into the past, into a nearly identical person. In that parallel time and space, all the people and things related to Luo Yuanxiao disappeared. He lived like that for 11 years. Finally, in 2008, Yuanxiao fell asleep on the flight to the United States¡­ Heading over for heart surgery. Maybe he died in his sleep. As soon as he woke up, he returned to the original time and space, and everything returned to its rightful place. The Chinese man also helped Yuanxiao contact his parents as he explained, ¡°While you were unconscious, we contacted your family, but they didn¡¯t have a passport and couldn¡¯t visit you in the United States. When do you plan to return home? Our company will be responsible for all your daily life during this period.¡± ¡°Tell me again.¡± Yuanxiao shook his head and looked up to ask, ¡°How long have I been in a coma? What¡¯s the date today?¡± ¡°Today is August 4th. You have been in a coma for two days since we found you. In fact, you are the first to wake up among those on flight 729¡­¡± ¡°The fourth? It¡¯s over!¡± Yuanxiao¡¯s memory of this date is too deep. He sat up directly, bent down and began to look for shoes. ¡°Where are my shoes? Where are my bags?¡± The person in charge of the aviation department quickly opened the brand-name bag and took out a new set of clothes. It was a casual suit. Another Chinese man handed him his backpack and mobile phone: ¡°Your parents¡¯ call is connected.¡± Yuanxiao¡¯s parents cried as they called their son¡¯s name in the video feed. Yuanxiao¡¯s flustered actions stopped immediately. He hadn¡¯t heard his parents¡¯ voice for 11 years. In the face of the whole family¡¯s new lease of life, several people from the airline company went out and closed the door of the hospital room. ¡°Don¡¯t fly to visit me, Dad mom, I¡­¡­¡± Yuanxiao involuntarily touched his left ear with serious tinnitus. ¡°I¡¯m fine, really fine. I don¡¯t have any injuries. I¡¯ll be back in a while.¡± ¡°Manman, don¡¯t buy their airline tickets! Your father and I are not at ease! Change to a safer one and buy first class!¡± Manman is Luo Yuanxiao¡¯s nickname. He was born during the Lantern Festival. ¡°Manman¡± means ¡°Happiness and blessed reunion¡±. ¡°Or come back by boat? It¡¯s too unsafe to take a plane so a boat¡­¡± Yuanxiao pulled off the IV roughly, and a few drops of blood splashed on the sheet. As he changed his clothes, he said, ¡°The plane crashing is a small probability event. Since I miraculously survived, I won¡¯t be so unlucky to encounter it a second time.¡± The other end of the phone screamed, ¡°Don¡¯t raise flags!!!¡± After talking to his parents on the phone for a while, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the clock on the wall. ¡ª¡ª6:10 p.m. It¡¯s too late! Ignoring the reminiscent emotions, he took out the airline company¡¯s compensation from the LV bag, put on his shoes, and carried his schoolbag still intact after the air crash: ¡°Mom, the mobile phone was lent to me by the airline company. My mobile phone seems to have been broken. I have to return it back to the owner first.¡± Yuanxiao left the ward. The outside had been cleaned up with no media around. After he returned the mobile phone to the Chinese man fro the airline company. The other party looked at him planning to go out and strongly disagreed: ¡°Mr. Luo, you need to do a comprehensive inspection later. I suggest you don¡¯t leave the hospital.¡± ¡°I have a very important matter, that¡¯s time sensitive¡­¡± Yuanxiao ignored his protests and strode out. The person caught up and gave him a business card: ¡°If a reporter pesters you, don¡¯t answer any questions, we will deal with everything.¡± ¡°Thank you.¡± Yuanxiao took the business card and almost ran out of the hospital. Forty minutes later, the taxi was stuck on 59th Street. The concert begins in ten minutes. Yuan Xiao anxiously asked the driver in rapper-like english: ¡°How long will it take?¡± The driver shrugged his shoulders and told him ¡°Easy¡±: ¡°Man, it will stay blocked in front for at least 20 minutes.¡± Yuanxiao leaned out of the window, looking at the endless traffic ahead he asked, ¡°How do I get to Carnegie Hall?¡± ¡°Turn left on 57th Street in front. There is a horse drawn carriage sightseeing spot there. Go straight after turning. It¡¯s about a 20 minutes walk.¡± The driver has a strong accent and speaks like rapping. Yuanxiao only clearly heard the key words ¡°left turn¡± and ¡°carriage¡±. Suddenly, in front of a convenience store, he caught a glimpse of a bored tall horse ¨C with no owner. Moreover, there is a brand of ¡°horse carriage rides¡± sign not far away, which means you can rent horses. Yuanxiao didn¡¯t hesitate to pay and get off the taxi. While crossing the road, he took out a pen and a note from the side of his bag, bit the pen lid and quickly wrote down his contact information with the sentence ¡°I¡¯ll pay when I return the horse¡±. The note was stuck outside the glass door of the convenience store. Yuanxiao stepped on the stirrup and flipped onto the horse, his legs sandwiched around the horse¡¯s midsection. He didn¡¯t notice that as soon as he rode away, the door of the convenience store behind him opened. A New York mounted policeman dropped the yogurt he had just bought on the ground, and the viscous liquid splashed on his leather boots. His mouth hung open as he watched a young man with black hair ride his police horse away¡­ The wind on both sides blew so fast that Yuanxiao couldn¡¯t hear any sound. This horse is taller than the Mongolian horse he used to ride. It is of Arab descent. Yuanxiao¡¯s father is descended from three generations of herdsman. His family raised hundreds of sheep and 20 horses. He looked at the time, clutched the reins and galloped wildly. Two minutes later, Yuanxiao found several men wearing blue helmets riding the same kind of horses chasing after him. The other side was wearing an indigo uniform and a helmet of the same color. They were shouting something from their moving mouths, but Yuanxiao¡¯s tinnitus was too serious. He suspected that it was the after effects from the plane crash. Only one ear could barely hear and he didn¡¯t know what the other party was trying to convey. He is a good horse rider, a skill he has trained since childhood. When Yuanxiao heard the sound of the police car, he had already reached the outside of Carnegie Hall. He still knew nothing about what he had done. After getting off the horse, he noticed that there was a blue and yellow shield badge around the horse¡¯s neck, with the words ¡°Police Department¡± printed on it, which was very imposing. Yuanxiao didn¡¯t think about it, because he was running out of time. Tying the horse to the railing, he quickly finds the e-ticket from the backpack. Using the ticket to pass the security check as quickly as possible. It¡¯s already five past seven, but the hall is still quiet. On the stage, orchestral musicians are checking instruments, and people are waiting eagerly in their seats. There was a lot of chatter: ¡°Most people are predicting that today¡¯s performance must definitely be the dazzling Dark Royce¡± Every time at his concert, there will always be a large number of voices talking enthusiastically about ¡°which Royce will appear this time¡±.This is the most anticipated section after that night¡¯s repertoire. This is not surprising¡ª¡ª Generally speaking, famous musicians have a very strong temperament and unique playing style ¨C but Albert Royce has two distinct styles. At the beginning, his premiere with the Hamburg Symphony Orchestra was an overnight blockbuster. International music critics said that he was ¡°The birth of a dazzling skills maniac. His music has no feelings! It¡¯s dry and boring!¡± ¡°It can only be said that he is a piano genius, not a musical genius. ¡°In regard to showing off dazzling skills, in the present day there is no one who can match him!¡± Still, many people are fascinated by his music and become his captive. He can play the most dangerous jumps without any mistakes. Since he became famous, something surprising happened in a performance a year later. As if he had completely changed himself, he longer showed off his skills, or at least not so exaggerated. His elbows were close to his body, and he barely touched the keys with his fingers. The way of playing the keys was so light and dexterous that people were amazed. When passing a long Pianissimo1 scale, his light as a feather technique shocked the whole world. However, this is not the most surprising point. Everyone who had the honor to listen to the performance respected him very much and claimed that the exquisite expression in Royce¡¯s music was as pure as the first snow. It is different from the former Royce, who has a temperament like the devil and plays like boasting. After that performance, his reputation genuinely spread far and wide. People call him ¡°Dark Royce¡± or ¡°Light Royce¡± according to his two different playing styles. While apologizing, Yuanxiao shuffled to his position. He had picked up a track list from the ground and looked at it with the faint light from the stage. In the first half, Bach¡¯s ¡°Orchestral suite No. 2 in B minor¡±2 and Liszt¡¯s ¡°Don Juan¡¯s memories¡±, while in the second half, Musorgsky¡¯s ¡°Pictures at an exhibition ¨C Kiev gate¡±3 and Rachmaninov¡¯s ¡°Piano Concerto No. 3¡±.4 At this time, the lights in the hall suddenly went dark, and the whole concert hall quietened. The top surround sound in Carnegie Hall projected a female voice, introducing today¡¯s performing orchestra, the New York Philharmonic, conductor and pianist. Then, the stage lights lit up showing the ready orchestra. They all came together, with hundreds of musicians, all of them top notch. The conductor¡¯s seat and piano stool are empty. Yuanxiao knew that Albert Royce was about to come up, but the tinnitus was still making his ears ring. As if his heart was about to jump out of his throat, sweat dripped from his black eyelashes. He subconsciously touched the medicine bottle in his pocket, but it was empty. After a few seconds, the conductor and Albert Royce came up from behind the scenes, and the audience¡¯s applause sounded like drums. Especially after seeing Royce who appeared last. The sound of applause almost blew off the roof of Carnegie Hall, shaking Yuanxiao¡¯s ears, but he couldn¡¯t feel it at all. He just stared at Albert, who was tall and cold like a demon in a black suit, with long legs striding to sit in front of the Steinway piano. He slowly took off his gloves. A hushing aura swept the whole concert hall in an instant, making the whole hall silent! ¡°It¡¯s dark Royce.¡± Someone nearby whispered excitedly. Yuan Xiao stared at him fixedly, but his mind was very clear when he was too nervous. So he suddenly thought of something. The shield badge around the horse¡¯s neck is often seen in movies ¨C NYPD, the badge of the New York police department. Sweat wet his back as he realized¡­ It seems that he¡­ Stole the New York Mounted Police¡­ ¡®s horse? The author has something to say: The story starts after transmigrating back and still retaining memories of his death. 1 Pianissimo = performed very softly 2This orchestral suite (series of stylised dances) of Bach is in the style of French Overture and has a lively and bright flute solo that suggests a court celebration theme . Extra fact, Bach must have composed more than just these four suites during his lifetime, but because Bach was not taken seriously during his lifetime, many works have been lost, and only these four are left. 3 Composed for solo piano by Russian composer Modest Mussorgsky in 1874. A lengthy and difficult majestic piece that Mussorgsky was inspired to compose by a visit to an art exhibition. The suite consists of musical depictions of 10 paintings by Hartmann, interspersed with a recurring ¡°Promenade¡± theme, or intermezzo, that represents a visitor¡ªin this case, the composer himself¡ªstrolling through the exhibition. https://www.britannica.com/topic/Pictures-at-an-Exhibition 4This three-movement masterpiece in D minor sits alongside Brahms¡¯ Piano Concerto No.2 as the most demanding of all Romantic concertos. For a better understanding I think this is a good site for further reading. https://www.britannica.com/topic/Piano-Concerto-No-3-in-D-Minor-Rachmaninoff CH 2 Performed by Friedrich Gulda TN: Beethoven¡¯s No. 26 in E-flat Major, Op. 81a. Vienna was invaded by Napoleon in 1809 and this ¡®Les Adieux¡¯ (Farewell) was written for his patron Archduke Rudolph. Later in 1811 a dedication was added reading ¡°On the departure of his Imperial Highness, for the Archduke Rudolph in admiration¡±. This is Beethoven¡¯s only sonata to include a program- in this case, a reference to the Archduke¡¯s forced evacuation. An average performance of the piece lasts about 17 minutes. The sonata is one of Beethoven¡¯s most challenging sonatas because of the mature emotions. Comprising three movements, The Farewell, The Absence and The Return. Link to the websites. https://www.classiccat.net/beethoven_l_van/81a.info.php All text in bold is originally in English. ¡ª¡ª¡ª Yuanxiao had no time to think about whether he would go to jail for this, his attention was completely diverted. His position is in the middle back, although it is not a good position, but he has a good viewpoint, facing the pianist in the center of the stage. His eyes fell on a mature man in a black suit, poised like a tyrant. It is rumoured that he is very bad tempered, irritable, ruthless and arrogant. During his performance, everything should revolve around him. He often improvises the original score on the stage, so that many conductors and musicians can¡¯t keep up with his rhythm. But because of his talent, no one dared to say anything. He was so dazzling as he sat under the light, surrounded by an impenetrable cold and inhuman aura. Yuanxiao stared at him. It was difficult to connect him with the child who had lived with him day and night for so many years in his memories. Albert Royce in his youth had a different name. His past name was Bai Wenlin. A boy who suffered a series of misfortunes before finally meeting Yuanxiao. Yuanxiao took the child home. Bai Wenlin at that time was quite different from now. He was gentle, polite and always smiling, like a sunny angel. However as soon as the piano sounded, Yuanxiao knew that he had not changed. The sound made from his fingers meeting the keys swept through and cleansed the soul. With firm rhythm and intensity, serene and wise ¨C perfect impeccable technical skills. However, the critic is right. His skills are unparalleled, but he lacks emotion. Yuanxiao remembered the performance that first led to his fame. An audience secretly recorded the performance on his mobile phone. Then they shared the recording on social platforms, the clip with poor sound quality spread wildly on major platforms. Everyone mistakenly thought that this was the dance of the dead recorded by Liszt1 himself on a phonograph. The rumors became more and more outrageous. Many people believed this nonsense and thought it was really Liszt¡¯s own performance ¨C his superb skills conquered everyone. At the end of the first half, Bai Wenlin finished playing Don Juan¡¯s memories and was covered in sweat. He stood up under the applause and his estranged yet familiar blue eyes swept through the huge concert hall. Yuanxiao almost thought he had been noticed, but it was obvious that there were too many people in the audience. Yuanxiao watched him go backstage, so he averted his eyes and leaned back weakly. He hasn¡¯t drunk a drop of water for several days and has been sustained with IV. Leaving his mouth parched and his bladder swollen. He was about to go to the bathroom. As a result, before he got up, he suddenly heard a clamour. Turning around a group of NYPD wearing blue police uniforms and guns around their waists were at the doorway. They were stopped outside by the on-site security and were not allowed to enter or disturb people in the concert hall. Yuanxiao quickly bowed his head and hid. No doubt, they must be here to catch him! For the first time in his life, he was in such a scary and incredulous situation . How unlucky was he to have stolen the horse of the New York mounted police? A group of policemen were outside watching the audience in the whole hall, looking for the ¡°criminal¡±. ¡°What is he wearing?¡± ¡°Dark blue suit, carrying a black backpack and black hair, he is Asian.¡± At first glance, all the men in the concert hall attended in formal attire, with some exceptions all of them were wearing black, dark blue and royal blue. Damn it, this range is too large! Yuanxiao was worried that bowing would arouse suspicion. Finally, he sat up straight, but he took out a baseball cap from his backpack and put it on. Soon it was the beginning of the second half, so the commotion outside stopped completely. However, the concert had a time limit. The whole audience seemed to stay in a trance created by Royce for more than an hour. For a beat the huge Carnegie Hall was silent, before a louder applause than at the beginning resounded. Yuanxiao clapped several times and then covered his ears because of the strong tingling feeling. He had never experienced such tinnitus before. In his left ear, he could hardly hear anything except a constant buzzing. When they saw Albert Royce and the conductor getting off the stage, Yuanxiao¡¯s position was far, but his vision was good and he could see Bai Wenlin¡¯s indifferent face. A lot of sweat flowed on his face and dripped from his black eyelashes. Even while panting, his face was always calm and indifferent. The last one piece is Rachmaninov¡¯s Piano Concerto No. 3.2 From the third minute, he began to sweat. This is called one of the most difficult pieces to play in the world. Some people say: ¡°Playing Rach 3 once is equal to shoveling ten tons of coal physically.¡± 3 He must be very tired now, and his back must be soaked, but his posture is still straight and no one can notice his fatigue. Yuanxiao told him very early that playing the piano is very physically demanding, so he told Bai Wenlin to up his exercise when he first started learning the piano. Supplementing his three meals and taking him to run at night. He sat in the car, and Bai Wenlin ran at night along the seaside Avenue. When he looked at Bai Wenlin, who was said to be 1.96 meters tall in the encyclopedia, his heart felt both proud and complicated. He had the honor to witness the growth of this pianist who will surely go down in history. Watched as he grew from a shorty to his current height and physique. But as a ¡°person who has died for many years¡±, no one will remember him. Per convention, the orchestra and pianist will return together. Sure enough, about a few minutes later the break ended and returned on stage again. The orchestra is on the stage, but judging from their posture they are not preparing to play ¨C the next repertoire should be a piano solo. The pianist said ¡°Silence¡± in a low voice with a turn of his head. As if his signal was transmitted to everyone¡¯s ears, the applause stopped for a moment. ¡°So handsome.¡± A female audience member couldn¡¯t help softly exclaiming. After the audience quietened, the pianist covered his eyes with a black silk scarf. ¡°What is he doing?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t you know? Albert likes to show off like this. Even if he blindfolded and couldn¡¯t see the keys, he would never play the wrong note. His fingers would never make a mistake.¡± Many people have heard of this. They heard that he sometimes on a whim plays a solo with his eyes covered. However, most people think it is to show off the new tricks he came up with. Some critics think: ¡°It¡¯s good for him to be blind, at least he won¡¯t show off his skills outrageously.¡± Without a predetermined repertoire, few people can recognise what he plays immediately if it is not a popular repertoire. But this song was immediately recognised by everyone. It was so famous that few didn¡¯t know it. Chopin¡¯s Nocturne in E flat major.4 Bai Wenlin seldom plays Chopin. He likes Bach and Liszt, especially Bach. When he was 12 years old, he would recite the ¡®twelve average keyboard music collection¡¯. Yuaxiao first heard him play the nocturne in E flat major. One spring festival, the two people took off their socks and lay down together to watch the film ¡®the pianist¡¯5. At the end of the movie, Yuanxiao saw light snow floating outside the window and a layer of smooth ice on the fountain in the garden. He lay on the windowsill and watched for a while. Suddenly he stood up straight and asked, ¡± Wenlin, what do you think the fountain looks like?¡± Bai Wenlin leaned against his side, looked at his breath, and said lazily, ¡°Sapphire.¡± In the bright moonlight, the round pool looked like a huge sapphire, glittering and translucent, emitting luxurious brilliance, but Yuanxiao shook his head: ¡°Wrong.¡± His eyes shone. ¡°Don¡¯t you think the pool is like a small skating rink now?¡± Bai Wenlin always listens to him and is as docile as a lamb. He agrees with what Yuanxiao says. Yuanxiao fished out the skates hidden away secretly. The two men snuck outside to skate. As soon as he stepped on, he fell. Fortunately, Bai Wenlin caught him. The ice was thin. They fell down together as the ice broke. While both of them were soaked in ice water with a temperature below zero, Bai Wenlin¡¯s first reaction was to carry him back. Late in the night the whole family fell into chaos. Yuanxiao was taught a lesson. Bai Wenlin took responsibility: ¡°It¡¯s my fault. I took him outside, and I bought the ice skates.¡± Yuan Xiao was freezing as he sat cross legged shivering on the bed, sipping at ginger soup. To make amends Bai Wenlin played the soundtrack of the movie for him as well as the rarely played Beethoven for him. God knows that he has never seen the music score at all. After hearing it during the film, he can immediately recite it. This is the talent of having amazing memory and hearing. Only those famous prodigies in history can do it. Because Yuanxiao stayed sick for a whole month, he remembered very clearly. Behind Albert Royce was the silent Orchestra, no one spoke, only the piano under his hand was making a reverating sound. Unfortunately, the sum of the two tracks was less than ten minutes. The lights came on and the audience began to leave one after another. Yuanxiao heard someone talking about the signing, and immediately squeezed along. Because Albert Royce didn¡¯t sign with any brokerage company, he has no records for sale. He never recorded this. This time, he is releasing signed vinyl records, which are limited to 500 sets worldwide. Two hundred sets of this performance at Carnegie Hall are on sale today. A group of men and women in formal clothes crowded around shamelessly for a vinyl record. Yuanxiao tried his best to break out of the siege, only to find that Bai Wenlin didn¡¯t appear at all. It was the staff selling the signed records. Yuanxiao directly dropped the dollars, grabbed a record and ran away. Finally he squeezed out. As soon as Yuanxiao looked back, he saw two women start fighting over a vinyl. Both were red faced sayong ¡°I got the record first¡± and ¡°I took out the money first¡±. He shook his head, whispered horrible, and put the record in his backpack. The next second, Yuanxiao¡¯s hands were handcuffed. ¡°You¡¯re under arrest.¡± It¡¯s two NYPD in police uniforms. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Yuanxiao did not dare to resist. Outside Carnegie Hall, media reporters flocked to capture the news. They had assumed the police had solved some shocking case. As a result, the police were escorting a minor who looked at most fifteen or sixteen? He was pushed into a police car. Through the window, Yuanxiao heard a female reporter exaggerating: ¡°This is the fourth time that the police have caught criminals at Mr. Albert Royce¡¯s concert! Among these tasteful criminals are the high IQ criminals like former Wall Street tycoons and some people call them angel face killers¡­ It is reported that the criminal arrested today is the survivor of the 729 air crash. It is said that they woke up in the afternoon and rushed over for the performance. However, due to the traffic jam on 59th Street, they impulsively stole the horse of the New York Mounted Police¡­ ¡° Yuan Xiao shamefully buried his face between his knees and didn¡¯t let the camera catch him. So embarrassing¡­ He squatted in the Manhattan police station. The Oriental looks like a minor. Thick eyebrows and big eyes, pink cheeks, as if the baby fat had not yet subsided. The policeman looked at him suspiciously for a long time, then checked his backpack and passport. Then looked up at the naturally small face of the Oriental. Pointing to the date of birth on his passport, he was incredulous: ¡°Are you eighteen?¡± This was Yuanxiao¡¯s first time at the police station, his hands were handcuffed and pleaded guilty honestly: ¡°I¡¯m sorry, I didn¡¯t know it was a mounted police horse¡­ Will I go to jail?¡± ¡°Maybe.¡± ¡°If I go to prison, will I be sentenced to several years? Will I go to prison in the United States or be repatriated to prison in China? Can I go back to my country¡¯s¡­¡± ¡°No.¡± After the stern policeman answered, he said, ¡°You¡¯re skilled in riding.¡± Riding a horse on Seventh Avenue, none of them could catch up with him. Even more exaggerated is that there were no accidents except inadvertently bumping into a trash can. In the end, he was detained in the temporary cell of the police station. There were several rough looking men sharing the cell. Including tattoos, bald heads, wild and fierce eyes. Yuanxiao¡¯s height and physique in comparison made him look like a little cat, easy to bully. He began to pretend that he didn¡¯t understand English and sat by the iron barred window, ignoring the voices of anyone talking to him. After sitting for a few minutes Yuanxiao felt extreme hunger. He felt weak to the point of fainting. The tinnitus in the left ear has weakened a lot, but he still can¡¯t hear any sound. Yuanxiao couldn¡¯t help but ask a female police officer who looked the most friendly: ¡°When does dinner start?¡± ¡°Dinner is over.¡± ¡°Well¡­ Is there anything to eat? I¡¯m so hungry. I had a plane crash. Not long after waking up I immediately rushed to the concert. I haven¡¯t eaten anything for nearly a week.¡± He begged pitifully. While he was in a coma, he was sustained only by an IV drip. What happened today has consumed too much physical strength. He is running on empty now. The policewoman showed a trace of sympathy and asked him, ¡°Do you have any relatives in New York? I can call them for you.¡± Yuanxiao¡¯s thoughts were blank for a while. Who does he know? He had high school classmates studying in the United States, but they had no contact for a long time. Now he has entered the police station and his parents are still in China. Naturally, it is impossible to call so that they won¡¯t be scared of him. Besides classmates, he knows only one person. Yuanxiao was really hungry. He hesitated: ¡°Can you contact¡­ Albert Royce for me?¡± ¡°The pianist?¡± The policewoman smiled. ¡°You are his fan.¡± ¡°Yes¡­ I¡¯m his fan.¡± ¡°Do you know him?¡± Yuanxiao nodded and then shook his head. He¡¯s not sure. Will Royce know him? After all, he has been dead for so many years¡­ It¡¯s unsure whether the other party remembers him or not. Moreover, Yuanxiao clearly knew that before and after he crossed, are two parallel times and space. Maybe¡­ His memory no longer exists. The policewoman jokingly said, ¡°If you have his contact information, I¡¯d be happy to make a call for you.¡± Yuanxiao¡¯s heart sank to the bottom and a feeling of helplessness came up: ¡°I don¡¯t have his number.¡± The criminals nearby laughed: ¡°The child says he knows Albert Royce.¡± ¡°Ha ha ha ha ha I¡¯m dying from laughter. Then Taylor Swift is my wife! Yuanxiao ignored them. He sighed and put his hands in his pocket. ¡ª¡ªHe felt a thin piece of paper. Yuanxiao took it out and saw that it was a business card. Printed on was the name Steven Lee. This was given to him by the Chinese man when he left the hospital. Yuanxiao thought he was from the airline company, but when he looked at his business card, the other party was a lawyer and should be the exclusive lawyer of the airline company. His eyes lit up and handed the business card to the policewoman: ¡°You can call him.¡± Twenty minutes later, Steven Lee, who lived in Manhattan, rushed to the police station. He bought a hamburger for Yuan Xiao, who was ravenous from a Shake shack. After the police checked it, he handed it to Yuanxiao through the iron bars. Yuanxiao was so hungry that he tore open the package and took a big bite. There were large pieces of rich beef in the hamburger, which made people¡¯s appetite surge, and the fragrance of beef spread out. Yuanxiao ate too much in one bite and had to chew hard. At this time, a shadow suddenly shrouded in front of him. A strong tattooed man with thick legs stood in front of Yuanxiao: ¡°Child, do you understand the rules?¡± Yuanxiao looked up at him and his cheeks bulged on both sides. The muscled man¡¯s eyes were like a pair of copper bells, staring at Yuanxiao, and grabbed the hamburger in his hand: ¡°I only ate plain bread all day today!¡± Yuanxiao was stunned. Then he reacted and stretched out his hand: ¡°Give it back to me.¡± ¡°Give it back to you? Bah!¡± The muscled man spit directly on the hamburger and then bit down. Yuanxiao¡¯s eyes were red with hunger, but the food in his mouth was robbed. He stood up slowly, but only reached the other party¡¯s chin. His childish temperament made the other party laugh mockingly. Yuanxiao narrowed his eyes, then jumped up and threw the strong man on the ground. Raising a fist threateningly: ¡°I¡¯m from Inner Mongolia! Grab my food! I ܳ.¡± 6 Although his hands were handcuffed, strength driven by hunger instincts can¡¯t be looked down on. As soon as the muscled man showed an opening, Yuanxiao attacked with his legs. There was a big gap between the physique of the East and the West. So Yuanxiao was suppressed directly. The other party reached out to pinch his neck, but Yuanxiao bit his thumb fiercely. ¡°Ah ¨C!¡± The other party screamed. ¡°Hey! What are you doing?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t move!¡± The policeman who heard the news commotion unlocked the bars and separated the two criminals before the incident aggravated. Lawyer Li was going to spend money to bail Yuanxiao out. As a result, there was another vicious fight. In prison, fighting led to solitary, but in the police station Yuanxiao could only be taken into custody alone. Lawyer Li said helplessly, ¡°Don¡¯t worry, I¡¯ll find a way to get you out.¡± What he was afraid of was that Luo Yuanxiao had an accident at the police station and the family members cast the blame on their aviation company. ¡°Lawyer Li, thank you.¡± ¡°Call me Steven.¡± ¡°Okay, Steven, thank you.¡± Yuanxiao was too hungry so he lay down against the corner of the wall. Involuntarily closing his eyes and losing consciousness. Who knows whether he fainted or fell asleep. In his dream, he seemed to go back to the past. One warm afternoon, Bai Wenlin made him a cup of black tea with a small plate of cookies. Bach¡¯s Fugue echoed in the villa. TN: Not specified which of Bach¡¯s fugues. ¡ª¡ª At the same time, after the concert, Bai Wenlin refused the invitation of the conductor inviting him to stay, said his goodbyes and got into his car. He happens to have a penthouse in Manhattan, so he doesn¡¯t need a hotel. There was a Beethoven Sonata ¡°farewell¡± in the car. Bai Wenlin frowned and said, ¡°Turn off the music.¡± Knowing that he didn¡¯t like Beethoven¡¯s music, the driver switched the music to a radio channel. On the radio, was today¡¯s news. ¡°The survivors of the 729 air crash were found the day before yesterday, and several survivors have awoken unharmed. It is reported that one of the survivors stole the horse of the New York mounted police patrolling near Times Square in the afternoon and galloped on Seventh Avenue. At 8 p.m., the Manhattan branch arrested the criminal at Carnegie hall.¡± The female anchor¡¯s voice said, ¡°I think he should be a big fan of Albert Royce.¡± On the radio, the male anchor laughed loudly. Then the news turned to the focus: the 729 air crash. ¡°This flight is from China¡¯s capital to New York. The accident site is in the United States. The death toll is seven and 120 people are seriously injured. At present, the Chinese embassy has intervened¡­¡± Bai Wenlin in the back seat suddenly opened his eyes. Late at night, Yuanxiao, who was sleeping on the ground, woke up twice from hunger. He was tired and sleepy as he put forward a request: ¡°Can you play Beethoven?¡± The policeman on duty glared at him: ¡°Where do you think you are? This is the police station.¡± ¡°Otherwise¡­ Tchaikovsky is also fine¡­¡± He curled up and whispered, ¡°I¡¯m so hungry¡­¡± His stomach spasmed tightly because of hunger, he ate only one bite of his hamburger. Then the police gave him a glass of water and a piece of bread and he was not allowed to eat outside food anymore. Yuanxiao wolfed down the food, but it was not enough. He felt he was hungry enough to eat a whole roast sheep. After drinking a little water, Yuanxiao fell asleep again. At midnight, Steven was still sitting at the Manhattan police station. He kept talking on the phone and observed Yuanxiao¡¯s movements. When he saw the other party asleep, he considerately took off his coat and handed it to the seemingly young child. Just as he was about to give up for the day and come back to the police station tomorrow, two people briskly walked into the Manhattan police station. One of them was a tall and handsome man, wearing a tailored suit, a top hat and sunglasses. At first, Steven and the policeman on duty didn¡¯t recognize the man who was as cold as a sculpture. Until he took out his ID: ¡°I¡¯m here to bail Luo Yuanxiao.¡± Accompanied by a low male voice, the other party¡¯s gloved fingers held a fountain pen and signed his name. The policeman looked at the name on the ID, feeling a thrill. He stared at the person with most of his face covered and said in shock: ¡°Are you Albert Royce???¡± The other party neither denied nor admitted, only asked, ¡°Where is he?¡± The lawyer standing next to him spoke for him and took out a pile of bail and psychiatric medical certificates. The policeman on duty stared at him incoherently: ¡°My God! He, he¡­ Is inside, he seems to be asleep.¡± Albert Royce ¨C probably no one in New York doesn¡¯t know the name. Recently, the news of his performance in New York has spread all over the city, and it is difficult to get a ticket. There are many fans like Yuanxiao who have flown from abroad to attend. However, the posters posted everywhere show his profile. He doesn¡¯t like to let his photos appear outside. The organizers know that he has a big temper second to none, so few people can recognize his face at a glance. When Yuanxiao was half asleep and half awake, he heard the sound of unlocking. The cell door was opened from the outside. He had no strength to open his eyes. He could only vaguely see that a person appeared in the backlight. Bent down and picked himself up. Everything was so unreal. The person carried him into a warm space. The car was filled with quiet Beethoven. It was not his favorite moonlight7, but the third movement of another ¡°The Farewell¡± sonata. Yuan Xiao seemed to realize who this man was. He smelled the lingering scent of cigar, reached out and grabbed a tie. Bai Wenlin was caught by him and bowed slightly. He heard Yuanxiao whisper something. Bending over to listen carefully, he was caught off guard when his ear was bitten: ¡°Roast¡­ Roast whole sheep¡­¡± The driver saw this scene as soon as he got in the car. His hair stood up and he thought Mr. Royce would be angry because the other party hated people touching him very, very much. Unexpectedly, Mr. Royce didn¡¯t immediately push away the boy. He was stunned for at least ten seconds before pinching his chin and freeing his ears from Yuanxiao¡¯s mouth. His ears were still wet from drool, yet he didn¡¯t wipe them. Just looked down at the boy with a haunted face. In the car, ¡®The Farewell¡¯ sonata is still echoing 1 Also known as Dance Macabre or Totentanz in German. The unexpected death of his father from typhoid fever in 1827 devastated the at the time 15-year-old composer Liszt. Seemingly inspired by Hans Holbein the Younger¡¯s Todtentanz, a series of woodcut prints that depict the age-old theme of equality before death. As well as visiting the Camposanto in Pisa, where he was awed by The Triumph of Death, a monumental fresco that contains several scenes. Link to performance https://youtu.be/7nVmFlSV1ok Link to website I got this from https://houstonsymphony.org/liszt-totentanz/ 2 This has come up before but a short recap.The Piano Concerto No. 3 in D minor, Op. 30 composed in 1909 by Sergei Rachmaninoff has the reputation of being one of the most technically challenging piano concertos in the standard classical repertoire. 3First said by famous piano instructor Cyril Smith. 4Chopin¡¯s Nocturne in E flat major. A lot of people have probably heard this without knowing it¡¯s name. 5A real movie ¸ÖÇÙ¼Ò 6 ܳ= F*ck. This symbol means flowers/grass top and is phonetically similar to the swear word. Thinking whether to use this instead of fck in the future. 7 Originally named Sonata quasi una Fantasia, but is known today as the Moonlight Sonata after the German music critic Ludwig Rellstab wrote that it reminded him of the moon setting over Lake Lucerne. Beethoven dedicated this piece to countess Giulietta his pupil. It is certain that Beethoven proposed marriage to Giulietta, and that she was inclined to accept. TN: Lol this is why TM chapters are only released on a weekly basis. CH 3 Alt-Wiener Tanzweisen (Old Viennese Melodies in German) is a set of three short pieces for violin and piano composed by Austrian-American violinist Fritz Kreisler. The three pieces are titled Liebesfreud (Love¡¯s Joy), Liebesleid (Love¡¯s Sorrow), and Sch?n Rosmarin (Lovely Rosemary). The uplifting Liebesfreud (Love¡¯s Joy) and the wistful Liebesleid (Love¡¯s Sorrow), both stylish examples of the composer¡¯s elegance with the spirit of Vienna most affectionately evoked. The exquisite miniature Sch?n Rosmarin (Lovely Rosemary) surely breathes the same air as any Johann Strauss waltz, its pre-war charm and melodic gift undeniable. This is a link for easy understanding of Fritz Kreisler https://riphil.wordpress.com/2021/01/04/the-story-behind-fritz-kreislers-liebesleid/ It¡¯s been a while since the last update right? Not very sure about the music technicalities in this. If anything is wrong please tell me gently with constructive criticism. As soon as Yuanxiao woke up, he met a pair of very familiar eyes, as deep as a storm at sea. Because of the thick and long eyelashes, his eyes would be particularly focused and affectionate when lowered. Especially when he smiled, the sun and the moon would lose lustre. Yuanxiao even thought for a moment that he had transmigrated again¡­ But soon, he noticed the difference. Bai Wenlin¡¯s mixed-race face, because it remained cold and frosty all the year round without a smile, his temperament has also changed. From a warm sunshine boy to a vampire nobleman. When Yuanxiao left, the child had been found by his super-rich father who wanted to take him home, but he refused. It was because of Yuanxiao¡¯s life threatening heart disease that the two got on the Royce family¡¯s private jet. But he ¡°fell asleep¡± during the plane ride, woke up and returned to the future. Yuanxiao thought to himself, in Bai Wenlin¡¯s view, he must be dead. At that time, Bai Wenlin was only eighteen years old, but now he is almost thirty¡­ Twelve years have passed. He has become unfamiliar. Facing the man in front of him, it would be a lie to say that he is not afraid and the sense of distance from meeting an idol is pressing in his heart. Yuanxiao was completely unprepared, he was at a loss. The words ¡°Wenlin¡± came to his mouth, but he swallowed it back. There are too many questions in his heart, how did Bai Wenlin find him? He picked him up from the police station, did it mean he recognized who he was? After hesitating, Yuanxiao realised that he seemed to be lying on Bai Wenlin¡¯s lap. His eyelashes fluttered¡ªis it too late to pretend to be asleep? As soon as he closed his eyes, there was a small biscuit next to his mouth. This feeding method was so familiar that Yuanxiao didn¡¯t even think about it and opened his mouth to take the biscuit in his mouth. Then he was stunned. Facing Bai Wenlin¡¯s turbulent eyes, he pursed his lips. Due to a heart attack, in the last year of his last life, he suddenly became blind in both eyes. Yuanxiao completely lost his ability to live alone. He couldn¡¯t make it to the elevator at home. Even if he found the stairs, he would fall because he couldn¡¯t see the steps. He has completely become a waste man, even needing help to eat and bathe. That¡¯s why Bai Wenlin resisted so much when his biological father suddenly appeared, because he felt that Yuanxiao could not leave his side, nor could he leave Yuanxiao. Neither of them spoke. Yuanxiao hated this feeling very much, why didn¡¯t he ask him anything? How come he isn¡¯t talking? Before he knew it, he ate all the biscuits. ¡°Do you still want more?¡± Bai Wenlin stared at him. ¡°¡­Yes.¡± Yuan Xiao hurriedly met his gaze, and he didn¡¯t dare to look any more. The child who was chasing behind his butt calling gege grew up and matured. Becoming the grand pianist who could only be heard thorough earphones. His voice was out of reach and his whole person seemed unfamiliar. Putting the biscuits to his mouth, Yuanxiao had another two or three mouthfuls before noticing that he was in a car and the car was still moving. Bai Wenlin just silently fed him biscuits one by one, except for the sound of chewing in the luxury car, the only other sound was breathing. This silence lasted for a long time. ¡°Are your eyes okay?¡± he asked in a low voice. Yuanxiao was stunned for a second, then replied with an ¡°en¡± in a low voice. He was blind in a different body, and now that he is back, naturally everything was fine. Bai Wenlin didn¡¯t speak again, just stared at him. Yuanxiao looked back into his eyes, but in those deep eyes, there were emotions that he couldn¡¯t grasp, as if something unspeakable was brewing. He knew that Bai Wenlin had deep thoughts, but he couldn¡¯t figure it out no matter what. How could the young sunshine boy who was so innocent in the past become so deep minded now? He couldn¡¯t help but think of Bai Wenlin¡¯s sub-personality. The two personalities were very different and the sight of Bai Wenlin in front of him made him feel strange and distant. But if it was Al, it would definitely be much easier. He would immediately pounce on him and roll around on the bed like a puppy. In the mind of Yuanxiao, Bai Wenlin and Al are two people, and they are also the same person¡­ Bai Wenlin met his gaze and felt a stabbing pain in his heart: ¡°Who are you looking for?¡± Before Yuanxiao could answer, Bai Wenlin continued on, ¡°Is it him?¡± This made Yuanxiao feel inexplicably guilty, he didn¡¯t know when Bai Wenlin found out about his dual personality. He kept concealing it even when he was dying. Yuan Xiao bit his head and asked: ¡°That child¡­ how is he?¡± Bai Wenlin¡¯s face became even colder: ¡°He rarely comes out.¡± Yuanxiao responded and was about to sit up when Bai Wenlin pressed down his shoulders. Yuanxiao, a big man from Inner Mongolia, was immediately pressed back to his original position and the back of his head slammed into a lap. ¡°Don¡¯t move, we¡¯ll be there soon.¡± Bai Wenlin said. ¡°Where are we going?¡± He smelled that cigar smell from Bai Wenlin again, which was very strong. ¡°Eat roast whole lamb.¡± Yuanxiao: ¡°¡­¡± ¡°I don¡¯t want to eat that, don¡¯t¡­ let me eat something else.¡± He rarely eats mutton. Bai Wenlin bowed his head: ¡°When you were talking in your sleep, you bit my ear and said you wanted to eat roast whole lamb, so I found a chef from Inner Mongolia in New York.¡± ¡°I won¡¯t eat,¡± Yuanxiao said in shame, ¡°I must be too hungry, you can¡¯t believe what I say in my sleep, give me the biscuits, don¡¯t feed me.¡± Bai Wenlin gave him a box of seaweed-flavoured biscuits, which he bought at a convenience store when he just came out of the police station. Bai Wenlin even remembered his taste. After eating a Chinese meal, Yuan Xiao was taken back to Bai Wenlin¡¯s penthouse. Bai Wenlin didn¡¯t ask him any more questions and took out pyjamas for him to wear: ¡°Do you want to take a bath?¡± This apartment is in a prime Manhattan location, on the top floor, with huge floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the entire New York City. The bed was a very cold grey tone, looking soft and comfortable. No matter how tired or sleepy Yuanxiao was, it was impossible for him to climb onto Bai Wenlin¡¯s bed dirty and sleep. ¡°Yes.¡± He went into the bathroom with his pyjamas, and was shocked as soon as he entered. It¡¯s so big inside and there¡¯s a big swimming pool! A big one! There are even massage beds for SPA, all kinds of luxurious essential oils are piled up in the cabinets, and famous paintings are hung on the walls. Yuan Xiao thought hesitantly¡­ It should be a real painting, right? Hanging it in the bathroom is too wasteful. When he came out, Bai Wenlin was sitting on the sofa by the window reading a book, with thin glasses on the bridge of his nose, making him look as elegant as a nobleman. There are many dim downlights in the room, and the floor lamp next to the sofa is a warm yellow light, which warmly reflects on his handsome side face, making his brown hair become soft golden and the shadow stretched across the carpet. He seemed to be reading very seriously, but if you observe carefully, you will find that he has not turned a page. Yuanxiao was too sleepy, and his body couldn¡¯t hold on anymore. He was wearing Bai Wenlin¡¯s wide pyjamas, and sat on the end of the bed a little helplessly: ¡°You¡­ aren¡¯t you sleeping?¡± He shook his head: ¡°Read a book.¡± ¡°But it¡¯s four o¡¯clock.¡± He cherished his words like gold: ¡°You sleep.¡± ¡°Then I¡­¡± Yuan Xiao stood up, ¡°I¡¯ll sleep on the sofa.¡± ¡°Sleep in bed.¡± Bai Wenlin put down the book, walked over to the bed and glanced at him. Yuanxiao only knew what kind of character he was when he was eighteen years old. Now, he didn¡¯t know anything about him. He only knew that Royce had a very bad temper¡­ Yuanxiao climbed into the bed, and Bai Wenlin was standing beside the bed. His hand was slowly lowered, his fingertips stopped on Yuanxiao¡¯s cheek. The glasses couldn¡¯t hide the suppressed, almost crazy emotion in his eyes. This action seems to evoke Yuanxiao¡¯s memory. It is clearly something that happened not long ago, but after transmigrating, more than ten years passed in the blink of an eye. It turned the teenager into an unattainable man, into a high and unattainable Royce. As for myself, on the surface, it is the same as before. He closed his eyes wearily and his lips moved silently. Bai Wenlin heard it, he was calling his name. God knows how restrained he is, how much it stretched his control, not to hug him, not to kiss him. Yuanxiao slept very deeply. He didn¡¯t know that Bai Wenlin hadn¡¯t slept, he looked at him greedily from the side, listening to his breathing, he was reluctant to even blink. For fear after blinking, just like many years ago, as soon as he fell asleep, the breathing would stop. The blackout curtains perfectly blocked the sunrise and sunset outside. During this period after deep sleep, after Yuanxiao woke up, it took a long time before he reacted and he remembered everything that happened. He found it was still dark and when he looked at the clock, it was five in the morning. Bai Wenlin sat next to him and looked at him, holding a watch in his hand. He rubbed his eyes: ¡°I only slept for an hour? Why does it feel like I have slept for a long time, it must be because your bed is too soft¡­ Sleeping on such a soft bed at such a young age is not good for the spine. ¡° As soon as he got up, Yuan Xiao couldn¡¯t help but return to the past when he spoke. Only after speaking did he realise what was wrong. The Bai Wenlin in front of him is no longer the one he was used to. Bai Wenlin clasped his hands together on the table: ¡°You slept for twenty-five hours.¡± He also watched for twenty-five hours without closing his eyes. He had to practise the piano every day, but he was afraid that it would disturb Yuanxiao¡¯s sleep, so he didn¡¯t practise. Yuanxiao couldn¡¯t hear him clearly. He couldn¡¯t help but turn his right ear to him: ¡°Did you sleep?¡± ¡°Slept.¡± Yuanxiao saw that his eyes were a little red, his beard was not shaved and he looked a little dejected. Which was different from the neat pianist he saw on the stage the day before yesterday. Bai Wenlin stood up: ¡°I¡¯ll make you breakfast, what to eat?¡± Yuanxiao stood barefoot on the floor: ¡°I¡¯ll do it, you go to practice the piano.¡± Bai Wenlin¡¯s hand is the most valuable hand in the world. It is called ¡°the fingers kissed by God¡± in the international music world. Using them to make breakfast for himself¡­ How dare Yuanxiao. Those hands¡­ He wants to kiss them. He is not very proficient at using Bai Wenlin¡¯s high-tech kitchen. After trying it for a long time, he found that it was voice-controlled. He cracked the egg in the pan and tell it he wanted it cooked rare, and it would remind him when to flip it over. ¡°This kitchen is nice.¡± He studied curiously for a while. At five or six o¡¯clock in the sky over New York, a slight light of dawn gradually appeared in the sky. In the sunrise, Bai Wenlin played the first movement of Beethoven¡¯s Moonlight Sonata, which was counterpointed in the bass part and then developed into the fourth fugue1. Followed by the second movement of Sonata Path¨¦tique2, and then transitioned into Kreisler¡¯s ¡°Love¡¯s sorrow¡±. And at the end, back to Beethoven, completely impromptu and absolutely amazing! And what he played was Yuanxiao¡¯s favourites. Because he is not talented enough, it takes a long time for him to practise a piece of music. These plus a other few pieces are all Yuanxiao had memorised. Bai Wenlin is a pianist who never plays Beethoven. The whole world knows that he never plays Beethoven, nor does he listen ¨C he only plays it at certain times. For example, when arguing with Yuanxiao, if you want to make him happy, playing Beethoven does the trick. Music seems to have become another language. Under the slowly turning golden sunrise, it flows into Yuanxiao¡¯s heart. The two sat face to face at the dining table for breakfast, Yuanxiao suddenly said, ¡°How did you recognize me?¡± ¡°news.¡± ¡°¡­I¡¯m on TV?¡± Yuanxiao looked desperate. ¡°En.¡± Yuanxiao continued, ¡°You can recognize me just by watching the news?¡± Bai Wenlin nodded again and stared at him: ¡°I won¡¯t forget you.¡± Maybe Yuanxiao can¡¯t remember, he often said some strange things. When he was about to die, he asked Bai Wenlin to take him to Hulunbuir3 and said that it was his hometown. Yuanxiao asked again, ¡°Then do you remember where we first met?¡± ¡°Remember,¡± Bai Wenlin opened his perfect runny egg and raised his head, ¡°Emma Hospital.¡± Yuanxiao: ¡°! ! !¡± He involuntarily turned his right ear: ¡°¡­ You actually remember that time.¡± He obviously didn¡¯t believe it, Bai Wenlin was only eight years old at that time and it was only a one-sided meeting. That was the first day he transmigated twenty-two years ago. Yuanxiao started from the beginning: ¡°The 729 crash is the flight I took. In fact, it¡¯s not the sudden change in the weather that the airline said, but because of the meteor shower, the wing was hit by a meteorite¡­¡± ¡ª- 1997, Emma Hospital, Hong Kong. ¡°President Song¡¯s nephew, I heard that he failed to match a heart in the United States and fell into a coma on the flight back to China.¡± ¡°¡­The one inside?¡± The two nurses whispered gossip outside the hidden door of the ward. ¡°Yes, it¡¯s him! He was probably stimulated and his brain was broken! Kept insisting he wasn¡¯t young master Luo, what else¡­ he¡¯s from 2019.¡± The nurse sighed. Luo Yuanxiao is the nephew of the director of Emma Hospital. The Luo family is a wealthy family, and Luo Yuanxiao is the only son of the head of the Luo family- Chairman Luo, who suffers from congenital heart disease. In the ward, including the dean, more than a dozen experts finished the consultation about Yuanxiao and walked out of the ward one by one. Judging from their expressions, it seems that the patient¡¯s condition is not good. The experts left, leaving only the dean, the uncle of ¡°Luo Yuanxiao¡± , behind. He sat beside the hospital bed and sighed: ¡°Manman, your parents are on their way here. You will definitely recover a little when you see them.¡± Manman is young master Luo¡¯s nickname. Yuan Xiao had his eyes closed and had no energy to reiterate that he recognized the wrong person again.. He has almost figured out the situation. Just now, the doctor asked him, ¡°Do you know what day it is and what year it is?¡± Yuanxiao had just become sober at that time and his mind was still stuck on the meteor shower of fire on the plane. The meteorite hit the wing, set fire and the plane crashed. Thinking he was rescued, he showed the expression of renewed life after a near death experience and answered honestly. The doctor corrected him in broken Mandarin: ¡°It¡¯s not yet the 21st century, it¡¯s 1997.¡± Doctor: ¡°Do you remember who you are and how old you are?¡± ¡°My name is Luo yuanxiao. I¡¯m eighteen.¡± Doctor: ¡°That¡¯s right. Do you still think you¡¯re from the future?¡± At that time, Yuanxiao first experienced what it was like to have a heart attack. When he tried to emphasise that he was not the young master they said, he got sick. ¡°I¡¯m really not¡­¡± Yuan Xiao¡¯s heart was full of unexplained anger. In this hurry, he immediately felt a deep pain, his whole body strength was immediately taken away, his face turned white, covered his heart and fell on the hospital bed. ¡°Manman!¡± President Song immediately pressed the nurse¡¯s bell, quickly poured out several pills from a small medicine bottle and fed them into his mouth. After swallowing the medicine and water, Yuanxiao slowly felt his heart relax. For the first time in his life, he experienced the feeling of his life hanging on the line. ¡°I told you, you can¡¯t rush. You should slowly learn to adjust.¡± President Song¡¯s eyebrows and eyes were stained with sadness. It¡¯s a pity that Luo Yuanxiao didn¡¯t live long. His diagnosis stated that he couldn¡¯t live past 18, so everyone was anxious to take him to the United States for a matching heart. But because the blood type is too rare, so far no suitable one has been found ¨C they all think he will die soon. But just now, his body check found that he wasn¡¯t in bad condition and could live for a few more years. Yuanxiao was in a daze for a long time facing the brand-new 1997 and his terrible physical condition. For a long time, he couldn¡¯t come to his senses. However,he didn¡¯t take Dean Song¡¯s words to heart, put on his shoes and walked out of the ward. The inpatient building of Emma hospital is seven stories high. The sixth floor is the administration department and the seventh floor is the VIP ward. These wards are prepared for some special people. Yuanxiao didn¡¯t see a nurse in the corridor, so he went downstairs from the staircase. He didn¡¯t dare to walk fast. Now he was too weak. He could clearly feel that this was not his original body. He gasped as he went downstairs. He became very tired, he had never felt this way before. When he was young, he lived on the grassland and grew up drinking sheep¡¯s milk. He was full of strength. Walking slowly to the first floor, as soon as he got to the lobby, he ran into several medical staff rushing in with medical beds, shouting in Cantonese: ¡°Give way, give way!¡± Yuanxiao avoided the crowd and suddenly caught a glimpse of a child tiptoeing to take medicine from the window. They had curly hair, snow-white skin and blue eyes. Such a beauty, you can tell they¡¯re a mixed race at a glance. There are many beautiful children in Hong Kong. She received the medicine and looked around as if she didn¡¯t know where to go. She looked white and pure, like Yuanxiao¡¯s favourite lamb. Living on the grassland, his only friends are sheep. After the blink of an eye, the lamb disappeared. He stepped over. The accident happened when he first went out ¨C he saw something huge fall in front of his eyes to the ground. Then he heard the ¡°Dong¡± ¨C a dull loud noise. At the entrance of the hospital, people came and went. There was a moment of silence lasting a few seconds. Yuanxiao¡¯s face was hot, like something splashed on his face. A spinning top spins to his feet and slowly stops. He stared at the corpse at his feet, his brain was blank, and suddenly screamed and wailed entered his ears. Yuanxiao saw the child beside him. The medicine scattered on the ground, she opened her eyes wide in fright and stared at the body on the ground. Without thinking, he covered the child¡¯s eyes directly. Feeling a wet sensation in the palm of his hand, Yuanxiao¡¯s voice trembled slightly: ¡°Don¡¯t look.¡± ¡ª¨C Yuanxiao reached out to wipe the coffee accidentally dropped on the marble bar, as if it were a drop of brown coloured tears. Saying, ¡°at that time, I didn¡¯t know that the girl was you. I thought, you must be scared and you shouldn¡¯t witness such a terrible¡­¡± he looked up. Bai Wenlin¡¯s hair was not as long as before and the curls were cut very short, showing that it was similar to when he was a child. However it will never make people mistake the gender. Under the thick eyebrows are a pair of deep blue eyes, which appear clear and unfathomable in the sun. He is no longer the ¡°little lamb¡± in Yuanxiao¡¯s heart. ¡°What about the second time?¡± Bai Wenlin asked. ¡°The second time?¡± Yuanxiao showed a look of ¡°everyone knows.¡± Three years later, I noticed you at the piano shop in Qingdao and you were sticking close to the glass window. But I still didn¡¯t recognize it. It was¡­ I suddenly realised when I saw you performing on the street. ¡° He acted like a conductor. That¡¯s what Albert shared on the Internet¡ª¡ª The situation seemed to appear before his eyes. Outside the fruit shop at the corner where people came and went, the little boy¡¯s hands waved in the air. He stood in the wind, his eyes closed tightly, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly. In other people¡¯s eyes, it must be strange for the child to wave his arms with his eyes closed. But Yuanxiao¡¯s pupils shrank. He has heard of this training method. In one of the few interviews, Albert Royce mentioned his past: ¡°When I was a child, I didn¡¯t practice the piano. At that time, I would go outside and go to places with many people to learn how to conduct like Karajan and Ozawa. There was no sound played by any musical instrument, I was interacting with nature.¡± The reporter who interviewed him smiled: ¡°it sounds like a good method, but why not practice the piano?¡± ¡°There was no piano at home,¡± he said. The reporter laughed as if hearing a joke. Who doesn¡¯t know? Albert William Royce¡¯s father is a Forbes billionaire. At that time, Yuanxiao was surprised to notice that the face was beautiful and amazing, he could also see the noble spirit ¨C he was incompatible with this place. Bai Wenlin stirred the coffee in the mug and said definitely, ¡°You are my fan.¡± Yuanxiao: ¡­ The atmosphere between the two eased a lot. The feeling that made Yuanxiao inexplicably nervous yesterday seemed to dissipate. This may be because the cold male god like Satan said a lot to him, vaguely with the feeling of nostalgia, which made him relax a lot. Hearing Bai Wenlin¡¯s frank words, he felt a little embarrassed and his ears were red: ¡°Yes, I¡¯m your fan¡­ A very loyal one. Anyone who likes music will like you.¡± He was afraid that Bai Wenlin misunderstood that he had ulterior motives when approaching him and explained, ¡°But it was¡­ because I liked you and you liked the piano, I couldn¡¯t see a genius and ignore you¡­¡± ¡°I know.¡± Who is Yuanxiao? They have been together day and night for so long. How can Bai Wenlin not know? The sentence ¡°because I like you¡± made him suddenly smile, but the smile was very light. If he hadn¡¯t been looking at him all the time, Yuanxiao might not have noticed¡­ He seemed to smile rarely. The warm feeling of melting winter snow came back in an instant. Yuanxiao took a sip of coffee and heard Bai Wenlin say, ¡°you like me, so you bought my vinyl.¡± His hand shook and the coffee almost spilled: ¡­ ¡°The zipper of your school bag is broken and the contents fell out.¡± Bai Wenlin looked straight at him. ¡°You¡¯re only eighteen and still in college.¡± ¡°En¡­¡± Yuanxiao¡¯s University is one of the top film colleges in China. He was admitted to the music department and majored in film music. He made music for films, animation and TV dramas. Those memories that seemed to be a long time ago gradually came back. Bai Wenlin seemed to endure for a long time and finally couldn¡¯t control it. He raised his hand, gently stroked the other¡¯s cheeks and carefully touched his facial features bit by bit. Yuanxiao was a little uncomfortable. As soon as he wanted to hide, he heard Bai Wenlin say, ¡°Don¡¯t move.¡± His thumb stroked his eyebrows and eyes as light as a feather, like a string of ultra weak sounds. When he did this, there were complex emotions in his eyes. Then he brushed away the tableware in front of him, leaned across the bar and bowed slightly. Yuanxiao held his breath and looked up at him. Bai Wenlin bent over and carefully put his side face on his heart. He wanted to do so since yesterday, he wanted to listen to his heartbeat. Yuanxiao was stiff and didn¡¯t dare to move. Bai Wenlin used to do this in the past. Listen to his heart. But it that was before¡­ Now there¡¯s a big difference. He stopped breathing. Bai Wenlin listened for a while, held him strongly with both arms and buried his nose in the crook of his neck like in the past. With his eyes closed he said: ¡°¡­ Yuanxiao, promise me. This time you can¡¯t leave me again. Continue to learn the piano. Which school do you want to go to? I¡¯ll write you a letter of recommendation, Curtis? Or Julliard, no¡­ they only accept minors. How about Eastman?¡± He decided and got up. ¡°Eastman would be best.¡± The way they get along seems to be completely reversed. Yuanxiao couldn¡¯t help thinking, is this how it feels when your child grows up? Bai Wenlin¡¯s mouth is full of the names of top universities that make people ecstatic when hearing the names alone, but it can¡¯t arouse any emotion related to ¡°happiness¡± in yuanxiao. ¡°I¡­ can¡¯t learn.¡± His voice hesitated. He looked up at his face reflected in the early morning sun. The whole person seemed to be glowing. ¡°I ¡­ can¡¯t hear.¡± He pointed to his left ear and smiled at him. The author has something to say: It should be helpful to understand the novel. This timeline is like this. Suppose you are the protagonist. You transmigrate to the past and meet the baby of XXX (XXX is your male god). Then you raise the male god to 18 years old. You ¡°die¡± and return to your original boby. The male god is 30 years old now. 1 Fugue= a compositional procedure characterised by the systematic imitation of a principal theme (called the subject) in simultaneously sounding melodic lines (counterpoint). 2 Sonata Path¨¦tique CH 4 The doctor said: ¡°It¡¯s lucky that only one ear can¡¯t hear after a major incident like a plane crash. You have the possibility of recovery, wear a hearing aid for a period of time for comfortability first. If you don¡¯t get better after a period of time, consider cochlear implantation.¡± 1 Hearing aids were fitted. Yuan Xiao couldn¡¯t stand the noise when he put it on. It¡¯s very¡­ Strange. It¡¯s okay in a quiet place, but once he went to a crowded place, the mechanically amplified sound spread unbearably inside. Which made it unbearable and left him with a headache. The doctor said there would be a period of time needed for adaptation. He had to learn to accept the world¡¯s sound transmitted by the hearing aid. Bai Wenlin nervously asked him how he felt. Yuanxiao said, ¡°it¡¯s not much different from before.¡± He tried to be optimistic. At most, he couldn¡¯t be a pianist in the future. He wasn¡¯t made of this material ¨C it¡¯s not that he can¡¯t play the piano altogether¡­ And this thing is very high-tech. It¡¯s completely invisible, with a natural appearance and an adjustable volume. He covered his right ear, adjusted the volume and asked Bai Wenlin, ¡°I¡¯ll listen to your words.¡± Bai Wenlin leaned over and whispered his name, ¡°Can you hear me?¡± He was afraid that Yuanxiao couldn¡¯t hear him so he leaned very close, but his voice was light. Yuanxiao suppressed the strangeness and nodded: ¡°I can hear you.¡± He can¡¯t help but rejoice in the development of science and technology. If this were changed to over ten years ago ¡­ ¡°I wish I could hear you.¡± Bai Wenlin raised his hand and touched his hair. There was almost tenderness in his eyes. Like he wanted to carefully protect the other. The driver¡¯s face turned hellish. Master Royce is a very simple and ¡°devoted¡± person, only devoted to the piano. It seems that there is nothing left in his life except the piano. He is self disciplined, but occasionally drinks and smokes a lot of cigars. He is capricious, never accepts students and doesn¡¯t like to hold public concerts. Only holding up to 10 public performances every year, including an annual performance invitation from the White House, the British royal family and the Bellevue Palace¡­ After old master Royce met royalty he would ask the master: ¡°Princess Beatrice likes you, and Princess Helena likes you too. Which one do you like?¡± However, master Royce has no interest in marrying a royal princess. In his eyes, the beauties are worth less than one ten thousandth of the piano. The driver heard that master Royce seemed to care about only one person, who had been dead for many years. Yuanxiao adapted to the hearing aids after a few days. He searched on Bai Wenlin¡¯s computer about his last life. After he transmigrated, he became a rich young man. Young master Luo¡¯s father, chairman Luo, was a very rich man. When Yuanxiao died, director Luo¡¯s company was listed abroad. As soon as he searched, he found a lot of information, including family information. Chairman Luo¡¯s wife and children¡­ According to the encyclopaedia, Luo Dong has only one 15-year-old son, who is studying in high school in the UK. According to the photos of the rich second generation on the social platform, Yuanxiao recognized that this should be Chairman Luo¡¯s second son, his ¡°didi¡±. There was no trace of his existence, and Yuanxiao didn¡¯t understand the situation. After all, according to his understanding, the two lives occurred in two parallel time and space. Now he has transmigrated back. It is reasonable to say that chairman Luo¡¯s family should not exist. Yuanxiao is clueless. He was about to return to China, but he didn¡¯t dare to tell Bai Wenlin. Because the other party played Beethoven for him every day, as if he wanted to play the owed amount of the past 12 years to him. His Beethoven was full of unspeakable feelings, which was different from before. In the evening, Bai Wenlin came ashore from the swimming pool and took off his swimming cap and goggles. He only wore a pair of swimming trunks and his upper body was naked. Yuanxiao was lying in the Jacuzzi, so comfortable that he was about to fall asleep, when the calm water suddenly swayed gently. Yuanxiao opened his eyes and Bai Wenlin sat down wearing black swimming trunks. He felt a little uncomfortable, feeling that half of his Inner Mongolian blood was being challenged by the Germanic people, he covered his legs with his hands awkwardly: ¡°¡­what are you doing?¡± Bai Wenlin also lay down and pressed his arms to his: ¡°We used to do this often.¡± ¡°¡­¡­No?¡± Bai Wenlin looked at him sideways, his blue eyes sunk deeply: ¡°When you were blind, I carried you into the bathtub, you called me when you finished your bath and I would carry you to the bed.¡± Black lines on Yuanxiao¡¯s face came out: ¡°That¡¯s not the same thing¡­¡± ¡°Forget it.¡± He won¡¯t quibble about this with Bai Wenlin. Although the estrangement between them has been eliminated, he still can¡¯t treat Bai Wenlin the same as when he was an 18-year-old. There is a big difference. Bai Wenlin turned on the LCD TV: ¡°Watch a video?¡± Yuanxiao said ¡°Oh¡±. His whole body was soft with bubbles and their bodies touched uncontrollably. In the silence, the brisk ¡°Goldberg variations¡± suddenly sounded. Yuanxiao suddenly remembered glimpses of a familiar video and opened his eyes: ¡°Do you still keep these videos?¡± Yuanxiao thought that according to his character, he would lock all these black histories into a small black house. Bai Wenlin answered. Not only does he keep it, but he watches it almost every day ¨C thanks to Yuanxiao¡¯s little hobby. At that time, Yuanxiao just got to know young Bai Wenlin. Who knows where he found a DV machine, fixed it on a tripod facing the piano, recording all day, and a whole box of batteries. He sat next to the piano, sometimes took the DV off the tripod, took pictures by hand, especially aimed at hBai Wenlins fingers and face and recorded a lot of close-ups. While recording, he sighed: ¡°This is art.¡± At that time, his idea was simple. When Bai Wenlin became famous, these were precious materials. Bai Wenlin was puzzled at first. Yuanxiao said, ¡°After you become a famous pianist in the future, won¡¯t these videos be interesting memories?¡± ¡°I won¡¯t be a pianist.¡± Yuanxiao said seriously, ¡°you are a genius. A genius like Mozart and Camille Saint-Sa?ns2 is destined to reach the top.¡± Bai Wenlin shook his head. It seems that he has no interest in being a pianist. If he liked it, it didn¡¯t mean he had to do it. Yuanxiao still remembers the time of this video. It should be that Bai Wenlin was 15 years old. ¡ª¡ª Bai Wenlin has shown amazing talent at that age. Yuanxiao dares to promise that if those masters find him, they will scramble to take him as an apprentice. Bai Wenlin liked to practice some very, very difficult pieces at that time. He would listen to Liszt¡¯s 12 super skill etudes once. He never makes mistakes in the pieces that ordinary pianists stay away from, which makes people wonder if he has three hands. These pieces are undoubtedly very difficult for students who have only studied for three years. They are absolutely beyond the outline! It¡¯s impossible for students to play smoothly even if they¡¯re hands become useless. But Bai Wenlin was too stubborn when practising the piano. In order to practice his skills, he pulled open the piggy bank Yuanxiao bought him. Every time he practised, he took out a coin and put it aside until the piggy bank was empty. And he can spend a whole month doing nothing, only practising left-hand skills. Just because he feels that his left hand is not as dexterous as his right hand and the sound of touching keys is not beautiful enough. What gives Yuanxiao a headache is Bai Wenlin¡¯s problem of adding decorative sounds and making self-righteous adaptations. He plays an etude, which is absolutely correct for the first time. It is as smooth and accurate as if he had practised many times. There will be no wrong sound, but if he plays it for the second time, there will be a lot of ¡°mistakes¡±. In other words, the second time he did not read the music, he would wantonly add some decorative sounds and make adaptations. Yuanxiao is a recording student. In fact, he hates the random adaptation of classical music, but this is an important part of Bai Wenlin¡¯s future style. He asked gently, ¡°Is it a little too much?¡± Bai Wenlin will appropriately reduce some of the colourful skills and ask him, ¡°Does that sound better?¡± Yuanxiao nodded. No matter how he listened, Bai Wenlin¡¯s performance was smooth and clear, like a pearl falling on velvet. He said in his heart, you have the same problems as Liszt. Fortunately, he knew the future, otherwise he wouldn¡¯t dare to let it go on like this. After lunch, the two continued to learn the piano. Yuanxiao could only play for a little more than three hours a day. Any more would burden his heart. When he had nothing to do, he climbed into the attic, wrote some messy music, or sat on the sofa next to Bai Wenlin, drank tea and played with a portable camera. Listening to Bai Wenlin¡¯s performance is definitely an enjoyment. When he becomes famous, he can¡¯t enjoy it no matter how rich he is. After all, only royal families can have the honour to invite him to play at home with the exception of the White House. While the tea was boiling on the table, Yuanxiao went downstairs to make Bai Wenlin a cup of hot cocoa and brought it up. There were two chocolate doughnuts baked by the chef. ¡°Wenlin, have a rest and something to eat?¡± Bai Wenlin looked at the doughnut. His eyebrows seemed to twist faintly. Then got up and took the donut and put it aside: ¡°I¡¯ll eat later, gege. Come and help me with this chord.¡± He opened the score and pointed to a certain section of stave. Yuanxiao came over and saw that it was actually ¡°Goldberg variations¡±. He almost lost half his life practising this. Bach madly insisted on thirty wonderful variations on the basis of only 32 notes on the bass line. Yuanxiao only looked at that chord and felt numb. This is a twenty-eight variation, which is mainly aimed at the practice of vibrato. He was a little unsure: ¡°So¡­ Do you want me to play it for you?¡± Bai Wenlin had this intention and pulled out the piano bench next to him. Yuanxiao took off his coat and sat on one-third of the piano bench. He first picked up the music score and studied it for a moment and then turned to look at Bai Wenlin. Bai Wenlin was already taller than him. The young man has been exercising a lot, his sleeves are slightly rolled up to reveal his strong forearm muscles. At the moment, he was looking down at him. After the two people looked at each other, Yuanxiao coughed and began an unreliable ¡°demonstration¡±. He tried to play that vibrato again. Because it was too difficult, he had never practised and he was not familiar with the music, so he made mistakes several times. Then he played twice more and hummed in a low voice ¨C this is his little habit. He would hum louder when no one was around and shut up when someone was around, but he couldn¡¯t help it because he was familiar with Bai Wenlin. The whole variation is only lasts a minute, After several times, he felt as if there was nothing wrong with his playing. Then he quietly asked Bai Wenlin: ¡°am I right?¡± Bai Wenlin¡¯s heart knew it was wrong, but he said softly, ¡°there should be no mistake.¡± Yuanxiao knows that his skills are not perfect. If he is given time, he can practise it accurately. But there are too few people like Bai Wenlin who can play after hearing it once. Yuanxiao was ashamed: ¡°Come on, or I¡¯ll forget it.¡± He was about to get up, but Bai Wenlin pressed his shoulder and said, ¡°let¡¯s play together.¡± The two sat together. Yuanxiao plays the bass part and Bai Wenlin plays the treble part. He deliberately made another mistake where yuanxiao played incorrectly before and then turned around and asked Yuanxiao, ¡°am I wrong here?¡± Yuanxiao got up slightly, looked at the music score and nodded gently: ¡°it seems to be wrong, um¡­ It should be like this.¡± He raised his hand. Bai Wenlin looked sideways at his focused demonstration and made a faint hum that no one could hear. He couldn¡¯t help laughing silently and his eyes bent slightly. ¡ª¡ª Seeing this, Bai Wenlin smiled again. It was a happy memory for him. Every time he watches, he will laugh and then there is overwhelming loneliness, because he always watches alone and the person who can accompany him to recall memories is long gone. His music has been appreciated by countless people, but the first person is gone. Yuanxiao didn¡¯t pay attention to these details at that time. It turned out that he was so close to the DV that his humming voice was clearly recorded. His face turned red, as if a very private secret had been peeped at: ¡°Gould also has this habit.3 Why do you laugh!¡± ¡°I¡¯m not laughing at that.¡± His deep and cold eyebrows melted as he lowered his head. Yuanxiao suddenly saw him show such a gentle state and a strange feeling filled his heart. Once his understanding of Albert Royce came from encyclopaedias, magazines and news. No matter where he got the information, he was a great devil who never smiles. He is so cold that the orchestra¡¯s he worked with are both excited and terrified. ¡°It¡¯s said that Royce is more terrible than the conductor. He can play after he picks up the score. When we in the orchestra play, if something goes wrong he will immediately hear it, react faster than the conductor, lock on in a second and stare at you!¡± ¡°He can play like an angel himself, but as long as you ask him questions, he will be very irritable. His requirements are different every time and he doesn¡¯t like to follow the score and he has to have the final say in everything. So fickle¡­¡± This is what Yuanxiao heard. But he knew that Bai Wenlin in his youth was not like this. He was polite and never fierce When his gentle face pressed down, Yuanxiao¡¯s face turned red unconsciously. No one could resist intimate contact with this man. Even if it was a child he raised with one hand, it felt different. Now, Bai Wenlin is familiar, yet also parts that felt unfamiliar. He stammered: ¡°Then, what are you laughing at?¡± ¡°I¡¯m laughing because¡­¡± he lowered his eyes and put his lips close to Yuanxiao¡¯s cheek. His voice came into his left ear wearing a hearing aid: ¡°Because of you, my little prince.¡± 1 A cochlear implant is a small, complex electronic device that can help to provide a sense of sound to a person who is profoundly deaf or severely hard-of-hearing. The implant consists of an external portion that sits behind the ear and a second portion that is surgically placed under the skin. 2 Charles-Camille Saint-Sa?ns = a composer chiefly remembered for his symphonic poems¡ªthe first of that genre to be written by a Frenchman¡ªand for his opera Samson et Dalila. Saint-Sa?ns was notable for his pioneering efforts on behalf of French music. 3 Initially acclaimed as a pianist of prodigious talent, Gould had a remarkable career that included recording, television, film, writing and producing radio documentaries, and composing and writing scholarly and critical work. Glenn Gould had become a legend as a concert pianist before he was 30. Gould was widely known for his unusual habits. He often hummed or sang while he played, and his audio engineers were not always able to exclude his voice from recordings. Gould claimed that his singing was unconscious and increased in proportion to his inability to produce his intended interpretation on a given piano. CH 5 Claire D¨¦sert, piano Serenade (St?ndchen) is from the collection Schwanengesang (¡°Swan song¡±), D.957. The song was written by Franz Schubert at the end of his life and published posthumously. This Standchen or ¡°Serenade¡± is a Lied(song) that was published a few months after Schubert¡¯s death. It was one of the last things he ever wrote. It¡¯s a short story of a person wishing to be loved by another. You can feel two different things: melancholy yearning and hope. They shift back and forth, back and forth. Yuanxiao felt ashamed in an instant. He had thought before that he would never be called gege again, or even be recognised. After all, he was too embarrassed to meet in this situation. Bai Wenlin was taller, stronger and older than him, but what¡¯s with calling him little prince¡­ He got up quickly, stepped out of the bathtub, put on his bathrobe and said, ¡°I¡¯m almost done. Do you want to continue?¡± Bai Wenlin said he couldn¡¯t say more, so he got up: ¡°I¡¯ll go and rinse off.¡± Before Yuanxiao went out, he saw Bai Wenlin take off his swimming trunks and walk into the shower with slender and strong legs. His back muscles were beautiful and would not lose to an athlete¡¯s inverted triangle figure. He didn¡¯t look much and turned away, but he couldn¡¯t help sighing the bias of God in his heart. God gave Bai Wenlin all the best. This is a man with flawless beauty. Removing the hearing aid, Yuanxiao lies in bed. After a while, Bai Wenlin came out and got into bed from the other side. He left a lamp lit, as he knew Yuanxiao was afraid of the dark. Yuanxiao still felt it was improper and moved to the edge. He mentioned two days ago that he would sleep on the sofa, but Bai Wenlin would not allow it. Looking at Yuanxiao with a somewhat downcast look: ¡°I want to see you when I open my eyes, okay?¡± These words moved Yuanxiao instantly, and he fed the awkward insistence in his heart to the dogs. After being dead for so many years, Bai Wenlin still remembers his kindness. It can be seen that he didn¡¯t care for him in vain! Fortunately, the bed is big enough for them not to touch each other. It¡¯s not that they haven¡¯t slept together before. Bai Wenlin lost his last relative when he was 14 and Yuanxiao took him home. But¡­ the one who likes to drill into his quilt, hug him and rely on him like a child, is not Bai Wenlin. To be exact, it¡¯s not his personality, but another personality. As for Bai Wenlin¡­ He was an independent child who never took the initiative to cling to him. He is gentle, polite and extremely smart. Everyone likes such a child. In the morning, Yuanxiao got up, put on his hearing aid and heard Bai Wenlin talking on the treadmill. ¡°Turn down the White House. I won¡¯t go next month.¡± He wore a Bluetooth headset and gasped slightly: ¡°No, I won¡¯t perform in public this year.¡± ¡°It¡¯s not a hand problem. I¡¯m not hurt.¡± ¡°There is no need to refuse the Vienna New Year¡¯s Concert for the time being.¡± His top was wet with sweat and outlined his muscles: ¡°Those in London also have to be postponed¡­ I know they made an appointment the year before last. Let¡¯s push it to next year.¡± He has received too many invitations, but he has held few public performances. Because he is not only an excellent pianist in the world, he can indeed be called the best, youngest and most popular today ¨C most notably he has the face of a Hollywood superstar. The reason why he performed so rarely was that too many commercial performances would interfere with the purity of his performance. Many pianists know this truth, but the difference between them and Bai Wenlin is that most of them have signed with record companies and brokerage companies, so their company will arrange various performances for them, which can¡¯t be refused at all. Although, cooperation and confrontation with different orchestras and conductors is also a good training method, when done in moderation. Yuanxiao listened to his talk in a trance. Bai Wenlin noticed him and paused the treadmill: ¡°I¡¯ll call you back.¡± He hung up and said, ¡°why don¡¯t you get some more sleep?¡± ¡°I heard you and woke up.¡± Probably because he was going back to China soon, he wanted to cherish the time he had left with Bai Wenlin. He felt like he hadn¡¯t woken up yet: ¡°Did you just¡­ reject the White House? Or did I hear it wrong?¡± Bai Wenlin came over and said, ¡°I don¡¯t like Trump.¡± Yuanxiao: ¡­ He was tall and had to look down when in front of Yuanxiao: ¡°The President obviously doesn¡¯t appreciate me very much..¡± The White House¡¯s invitation to him was just a routine. Trump yawned when he listened to him play Bach last year, and he kept a grudge. Yuanxiao took a cup of hot water and looked up in shock saying, ¡°You¡¯re not going now?¡± He subconsciously drank the water. Bai Wenlin had no time to stop: ¡°Be careful, it¡¯s hot!¡± Yuanxiao was so scalded that he bowed his head and spit the water back into the cup. He immediately turned and rushed to the bathroom to rinse with cold water. ¡°Let me see if there is blistering. Does it hurt?¡± ¡°A little hot¡­¡± Bai Wenlin pinched his chin and said, ¡°stick out your tongue.¡± Yuanxiao felt a little embarrassed: ¡°It¡¯s fine, I¡¯ll juust take some vitamin B.¡± ¡°That¡¯s for ulcers.¡± He said seriously, ¡°show me.¡± Yuanxiao had to stick out a small section of his tongue, blushed a little and said vaguely: ¡°if you refuse the White House, will trump scold you on twitter¡­¡± ¡°Maybe, um¡­¡± he bent his head slightly and looked attentively with deep eyes. ¡°Fortunately, there are no blisters. Don¡¯t drink water so quickly next time. It¡¯s not the first time you¡¯ve burned your tongue, fool.¡± Yuanxiao: ¡­ Bai Wenlin practised the piano for a while and asked him to come over: ¡°let¡¯s play as a double.¡± Yuanxiao was terrified: ¡°but my ears¡­¡± ¡°Yuanxiao, come here.¡± Yuanxiao had to sit next to him. The piano stool is not very long and two grown men are sitting together. Bai Wenlin said, ¡°you just can¡¯t hear in one ear for the time being. It doesn¡¯t mean you ¡®ll always be like this. You¡¯ll get better.¡± Yuanxiao nodded: ¡°what do you want to play?¡± Bai Wenlin said like a gentleman, ¡°You choose.¡± He doesn¡¯t know the music here very well. Yuanxiao is skilled enough to recite music and count.1 After thinking for a moment, he raised his hands. Yuanxiao spent his childhood on the grassland. When he had first left to study, he had felt a little out of place. His classmates called him a savage. After a fight at school, the teacher called his parents and thought he had ADHD. In order to make him calm down, they sent him to learn the piano. At that time, he was eight years old. The teacher was very strict and taught Clementi¡¯s set2 the old-fashioned way, by putting coins on the back of the students¡¯ hands. He was not allowed to let the coins fall when he played the piano. If he did, he would have to start again. Because he liked it, he practised hard. Later, he was admitted to a good music college, which is enough to prove that he still has some talent. Moreover, after being influenced by Bai Wenlin for so many years, he also made good substantive progress As soon as he dropped the first tone3 , Bai Wenlin immediately recognized it and quickly followed up. Schubert¡¯s Serenade. This is the most familiar song for Yuanxiao. He played it when he saw a beautiful child with brown hair and blue eyes lying outside a piano shop. Bai Wenlin likes to change the rhythm, but in order to accommodate Yuanxiao, he is happy to follow his tune. However, Yuanxiao seems to have lost his sense of dexterity because of his hearing loss. He also realised the problem and stopped after playing a few phrases: ¡°I seem¡­ I can¡¯t do it.¡± The biggest problem is not his hearing loss. No, the biggest problem is that it affects his psychology. In his heart, he feels that he can¡¯t play as well as before. Because he cares overly much, he finds his music more and more harsh. ¡°Yuanxiao, you taught me to be gentle.¡± Bai Wenlin put his hand on the back of Yuanxiao¡¯s hand. ¡°Shall I guide you to play like this? Like before, you don¡¯t have to be afraid. You play right hand and I play my left hand.¡± Holding Yuanxiao¡¯s right hand, he couldn¡¯t help saying, ¡°we¡¯ll play like this. Can you step on the pedal?¡± Yuanxiao didn¡¯t know how to refuse. He felt bitter at the bottom of his heart and could only follow Bai Wenlin. The gentle sound of the piano flowed out the windows, like running water, melodiously across Times square. This way of playing the piano, although half not his credit, made Yuanxiao very happy, and Bai Wenlin obviously enjoyed it too. On this day, the time seemed to go back to an afternoon many years ago. At that time, Yuanxiao was blind, and Bai Wenlin¡¯s musical attainments had already reached the point where he had to look up to him. Yuanxiao sat in front of the piano with a very textbook posture. But he couldn¡¯t see it at all, felt discouraged and didn¡¯t dare to touch the piano, because every sound came out messy. Bai Wenlin was very gentle and patient. He will hold him from behind, put his hands on the back of his hands, tell him which sound is where, and to play it like this. Under the control of Bai Wenlin, his fingers made an incredible sound. Yuanxiao spent a long time like this. Although he was blind, his progress was much greater than when he could see. He could not see, but could hear. He fully mobilised his auditory senses to touch the keys. The sound of his touch keys was obviously approaching Bai Wenlin¡¯s standard, and the sense of sound was greatly improved, but now¡­ He touched his ear involuntarily. In the evening, Yuanxiao took off his hearing aid and got into bed. Lying on his side, he said into the pillow: ¡°Wenlin, I¡¯m going home tomorrow. He was afraid of the dark, so he never completely turned off the lights in the room. In that year of blindness, his claustrophobia reached the peak. He didn¡¯t dare to sleep alone at night, otherwise he would be afraid. In the dim light, he saw Bai Wenlin also turning his face. His face was getting colder and his thick eyelashes were hanging slightly. Bai Wenlin didn¡¯t speak for a long time and just looked at himself. Yuanxiao was inexplicably afraid. His voice rang softly, ¡°I had a plane crash. My parents are very worried about me, and I have to go to school next month.¡± After a long time, Bai Wenlin said in a low voice, ¡°Can you stay with me once?¡± ¡°You have grown up. You are so successful and have everything. Do you know how many people worship you?¡± Bai Wenlin doesn¡¯t need him. ¡°You worship me too, but you don¡¯t want to stay for me.¡± He dropped his eyes. Yuanxiao and his brain circuits don¡¯t seem to be on the same channel: ¡°If you miss me, you can call. I can come to see your performance during vacation. Maybe I can ask you to reserve a seat in the front row for me.¡± He smiled. ¡°It¡¯s different!¡± His hand suddenly came out and grabbed Yuanxiao¡¯s wrist. There seemed to be deep pain contained in his eyes and his tone became strong, ¡°Yuanxiao, I only became a pianist because I listened to you.¡± Yuanxiao¡¯s eyes opened wide: ¡°where did you listen to me? I told you not to touch cigars in the future. Yet, haven¡¯t you touched it?¡± Bai Wenlin: ¡­ According to ¡®Time magazine¡¯, sir Albert Royce was inspired by doughnuts and hot chocolate. At the same time, he also said that he smoked a lot of cigars. This ¡°a lot¡± must be an exaggerated number. At that time, Yuanxiao worried that he would not live long and repeatedly warned: ¡°You can¡¯t touch cigars, cigarettes and those messy and unclean things in the future.¡± Bai Wenlin promised well at that time. ¡°Enough.¡± He raised another topic, his eyes were heavy, ¡°You don¡¯t want to stay for me, what about him?¡± Yuanxiao slowed down for half a beat before he realised that the ¡°he¡± in his mouth meant another personality ¨C Albert.** **not a typo ¡°¡­You¡­Aren¡¯t you both the same?¡± ¡°We are different.¡± He said irritably. His fingers tightened on Yuanxiao¡¯s wrist and his tone became dangerous. ¡°If you like him better, I¡¯ll call the rabies out.¡± Yuanxiao: ¡°¡­¡± his heart jumped. It is undeniable that he really misses Al, but now this situation¡­ No matter how long his reflection arc is, he should realise that the two people are at odds. Otherwise, Bai Wenlin had called Al rabies ¡°Wenlin, don¡¯t say that. That¡¯s your other personality. Qualitatively speaking, he is you. I don¡¯t prefer one over the other. You are important and ra¡­ Al is also important.¡± He spoke incoherently. Bai Wenlin stared at him, checking whether he was lying. Even deception stemming from good intentions was difficult, with his helpless character. Yuanxiao lowered his head and asked, ¡°can you really call him out?¡± ¡°No.¡± After a while, he loosened his grip on Yuanxiao, ¡°Good night.¡± 1 Counting is a system of regularly occurring sounds that serve to assist with the performance or audition of music by allowing the easy identification of the beat. 2 Muzio Clementi¡¯s chief claims to fame are his long series of piano sonatas and was often called the father of piano 3 A steady sound can be referred to as a musical tone. The tone is characterized most frequently by its pitch, such as ¡°A¡± or ¡°C¡± CH 6 If anyone wants to pick this up feel free! Bai Wenlin knew very well how much Yuanxiao liked rabies.* After all, when rabies did not go mad, he is a good dog and will act like a spoiled child, he on the other hand will not. He does not know how to express such emotions. Yuanxiao realised that he seemed to have said something wrong. Thinking of the reason, his arm got ready to move. He wanted to extend it to shake the other¡¯s arm, but he didn¡¯t know what to say. After many years of separation, he and Bai Wenlin had lost the intimacy of the past. He stared at the dim light and looked sideways. Bai Wenlin seemed to have fallen asleep. His side face was well contoured, his eyelashes hung down and his eyebrows twisted. It seemed that he was having a very unhappy dream. Yuanxiao bought the red eye flight. The flight at this time is cheaper than the day flight, so he simply slept. It was almost noon when he got up. He couldn¡¯t see Bai Wenlin in his room. After looking around, Yuanxiao found him in a well hidden room. With a dark brown cigar between his slender fingers, the whole cigar room was covered in smoke. Bai Wenlin¡¯s whole face was immersed in the smoke, and his long legs were slightly spread. It was a very domineering sitting posture. In the dimly lit room, there was a smell of old aristocracy ¨C and Yuanxiao was choked. The smell was very strong, but it was indescribably tempting. He smelled it on Bai Wenlin that day. When the smoke dispersed, the man behind revealed his deep face. Under his thick eyebrows were deep and charming blue eyes, as if with a blink of his eyes, stars would fall. Yuanxiao marvelled at the bottom of his heart. He was so handsome. In fact, many men in Inner Mongolia are very handsome, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, strong physique and quite manly, but they can¡¯t compare with Bai Wenlin. Yuanxiao is a fan of his talent. Even if he saw his performance video on youtube and found that he was so handsome and charming, he was more concerned about his skills than his face. But now he has gradually become a shameful, face fan. It took a long time to take his attention away from his handsome face. Yuanxiao was somewhat embarrassed: ¡°Wenlin, I have to go out for something.¡± Bai Wenlin paused for a moment: ¡°Are you leaving now?¡± ¡°No, the plane is at night.¡± He shook his head. ¡°I have something to give back to my friend.¡± ¡°Where? I¡¯ll take you.¡± Bai Wenlin crushed the cigar with a ¡°sst¡± sound. ¡°There¡¯s no need to send me. It¡¯s too far away by car. I can go there by myself.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll take you.¡± He got up. Yuanxiao had no choice but to take out the business card: ¡°This coat is Steven¡¯s, I should give it back to him.¡± Bai Wenlin pinched the white business card and squinted: ¡°Why are other people¡¯s coats at our place?¡± ¡°Ah? I fell asleep in the prison that day and Steven covered me with his coat. He was very nice.¡± ¡°You call him so familiar? What relationship do you have with him?¡± Yuanxiao was even more puzzled: ¡°I have only met him twice.¡± Bai Wenlin frowned: ¡°I¡¯ve met you twice, yet you don¡¯t call me so intimately. Also, you¡¯re not allowed to wear other men¡¯s coats in the future.¡± Yuan Xiao: ¡°¡­¡± at this time, he realised that Bai Wenlin¡¯s deeply hidden tyrannical personality seemed to have finally revealed a tip of the iceberg. Which was enough to prove that what the musicians of the orchestra had said was true, that he is really fierce¡­ Bai Wenlin called the driver. An hour later, they arrive at Steven¡¯s law office in New York. Yuanxiao walked in with the ironed suit jacket. This office is not big, but the decoration is high-end and elegant, which shows that Steven should be very capable. After all, he can become the exclusive lawyer of a five-star airline at such a young age. He was followed by Bai Wenlin, who he could not get rid of. Fortunately, although Bai Wenlin¡¯s appearance is eye-catching and his name is well-known, few people can recognize his face at a glance. You should know that close-up photos of himself that he hates most have been taken down from the Internet. However, some performance videos are still widely circulated on the Internet. It can be inferred from his distant handsome profile that his looks are heavenly. When Steven saw Yuandiao, he greeted warmly and apologetically, ¡°please come in, Mr. Luo. I¡¯ll treat you to dinner tonight. I know a great French restaurant.¡± He noticed that the man who followed in was very tall and elegant, with wide shoulders and long legs. He was wearing a mouse-grey double-breasted suit, green collared shirt, and diagonal stripe tie ¡ª only the upper class who paid attention to detail would dress like this. He wore sunglasses and his brown curls were styled casually. Steven quickly recognized Albert Royce and was surprised. Since Mr. Royce picked up Luo Yuanxiao from the Manhattan branch that night, he realised¡­ This 18-year-old little Mr. Luo is a bit powerful. ¡°Ste¡­¡­¡± Noticing Bai Wenlin¡¯s gaze, Yuanxiao hurriedly changed his words. ¡°Lawyer Li, it¡¯s really unfortunate that I have to catch a plane to return home in the evening.¡± ¡°You are returning to China so soon?¡± Steven was surprised. ¡°Please make sure our company arranges for you to fly first class to China tonight.¡± Yuanciao shook his head quickly: ¡°I have already booked my ticket, so I don¡¯t need it.¡± ¡°That¡¯s what we should do¡­¡± After a few words, Yuanxiao backed down. After all, it¡¯s very tiring to fly for more than ten hours, and it¡¯s expensive to upgrade. Bai Wenlin, acting like a gentleman on the side, finally couldn¡¯t bear it. He coldly interposed: ¡°for the sake of safety, he will take my plane home, so there¡¯s no need to bother your company.¡± ¡°How dare you fly with their airline?¡± Back in the car, Bai Wenlin¡¯s voice was a little cold. Yuanxiao honestly said: ¡°¡­ I don¡¯t dare,¡± he added, ¡°but it¡¯s safer than Malaysia Airlines. At least it¡¯s also a five-star airline. I¡¯m still a lifetime platinum member of Malaysia Airlines, and they won¡¯t charge me¡­¡± Bai Wenlin: ¡°My private plane is safer than the president¡¯s plane. I¡¯ll take you home.¡± Yuan Xiao: ¡°¡­¡± Bai Wenlin looked at him and insisted, ¡°if you must return home, I will follow you.¡± Yuanxiao looked at him in astonishment. He thought Bai Wenlin would be very mature, but who knew he was still like a child. It¡¯s like when he was 17 years old, Bai Wenlin refused to go home with father Royce, stubbornly following him and saying, ¡°I¡¯ll take care of you all my life.¡± The simple stubbornness and childishness, that showed his dependence. Yuanxiao thought to himself that the child Wenlin lacked love when he was young. His appearance might have filled the missing part in his heart, but now¡­ so many years have passed. He and Albert Royce are people of two worlds. The other is a great pianist who has reached the summit of the world and is regarded as a genius. He is bound to be remembered to the day when mankind perishes. Yuanxiao is a young man who has a dream of music. However, God always opposes him and even deprives him of half of his hearing. Recently, he even found that his original excellent musical sense had gone with his hearing loss. When he returns to school, he will probably be advised to drop out. ¡°Wenlin, don¡¯t make a fool of yourself.¡± He sighed helplessly. Bai Wenlin frowned and did not talk to Yuanxiao any more. He just ordered the driver to drive. Yuanxiao glanced at him, but Bai Wenlin didn¡¯t have any extra expression on his face. He couldn¡¯t see anything and felt extremely stressed and his heart was heavy with uncertainty. Later, Bai Wenlin took him to the airport and asked him for the last time, ¡°do you really want to leave?¡± Yuanxiao was also reluctant to part with his music. He patted him on the back and sincerely promised: ¡°I will definitely come to your concert next year. See you then!¡± Bai Wenlin didn¡¯t say anything, but just followed him into the airport. Yuanxiao was about to get his boarding pass, but Bai Wenlin dragged him directly to the green security channel. Yuanxiao did not have much baggage, and Bai Wenlin¡¯s hands were empty. When the two men passed through customs and Bai Wenlin took out his passport, only then did Yuanxiao realise: ¡°You¡¯re leaving too? Are you going back to Munich?¡± Bai Wenlin said succinctly: ¡°I¡¯m going with you.¡± Yuanxiao: ¡°¡­¡± Bai Wenlin didn¡¯t raise his head either: ¡°we just agreed.¡± Yuanxiao: ¡°¡­ When did we?¡± ¡°Then it¡¯s what I decided unilaterally.¡± He put his arm on Yuanxiao¡¯s shoulder without expression, and his tone was the one which others could not disobey. ¡°Now it¡¯s useless to say anything. Let¡¯s go.¡± Yuanxiao opened his eyes wide and was half hugged by him. ¡°I thought¡­ You were joking.¡± Bai Wenlin¡¯s private plane was already in place, but there was still a queue to take off. He pulled Yuanxiao to board the plane directly. Yuanxiao saw the private plane that was better and safer than the US president¡¯s private plane. Looking around like a country bumpkin, his mouth could not close. This plane looks like a huge mansion! There are more than ten spacious rooms. Before taking off, they seem to be indoors, not on a plane, which is enough to prove how big this plane is. Although Bai Wenlin took him to have an examination that day and knew that he had no heart disease, he was still worried about him, so there was a medical team equipped on the plane. In the other cabin, the medical team and the bodyguard sit together. The plane is running up on the runway with the engine sounds kept to a minimum. It is not as noisy as that of an ordinary plane. At the moment of taking off, the weightlessness makes Yuanxiao lean against the back of his chair, and his ears hum when he takes off his hearing aid. Bai Wenlin stretched out his hand and said, ¡°are you afraid?¡± ¡°Yes¡­ a little.¡± He turned away. ¡°My ears are a little uncomfortable.¡± Yuanxiao thought he wouldn¡¯t be afraid, but the moment the plane took off, the fear rose from the bottom of his heart. The plane crash really caused a great shadow on him. He could not help but close his eyes. Bai Wenlin stretched out an arm and covered his left ear. ¡°When it¡¯s stable, you can lean on me. I¡¯ll hold you. Don¡¯t be afraid.¡± Yuanxiao was embarrassed, and felt that this was too intimate: ¡°I¡¯m fine.¡± ¡°Will you listen to me?¡± Bai Wenlin frowned slightly, and his eyes showed pain. ¡°I can¡¯t lose you again.¡± He clenched Yuanxiao¡¯s wrist and pinched him so hard that he felt pain. Yuan Xiao endured andsaid: ¡°I won¡¯t sleep this time. Don¡¯t you have a piano on the plane? We can practise the piano, and I will definitely not fall asleep.¡± After flying for more than ten hours, Yuanxiao struggled to prevent his eyes from closing. He was also afraid of falling asleep and never waking up again. Bai Wenlin taught him how to play the piano and how to make his unique ¡°ethereal shock¡± sound. He told him: ¡°the moment your fingers touch the keys of the piano, it feels like you want to press blood out of your fingertips.¡± The first thing he did when he got off the plane was to make a phone call. American cards can¡¯t be used in China and the airport only sells the data cards. Yuanxiao felt that the fact of taking Albert Royce home was too mysterious. He did not dare to go home directly. Instead, he followed Bai Wenlin¡¯s arrangement and went to the hotel. The next day, Yuanxiao went to apply for a phone card and called home: ¡°Mom, I¡¯ve arrived. I¡¯ll go home later. This is my new number.¡± Bai Wenlin still wants to follow, but Yuanxiao didn¡¯t agree: ¡°I went to the United States for more than 20 days. When I returned home, I brought a handsome man of mixed blood, the Albert Royce¡­ What do you think my parents will think? What should I say when they ask?¡± ¡°Say I¡¯m your boyfriend.¡± ¡°¡­ Don¡¯t be ridiculous.¡± Yuanxiao said, ¡°there are a lot of homosexuals in our film academy. My parents have always suspected me of being gay since I¡¯ve never had a girlfriend, and I have seriously clarified with them that I am not.¡± Bai Wenlin looked at him: ¡°have you ever liked anyone?¡± Yuanxiao thought for a while: ¡°there weren¡¯t none¡­¡± Bai Wenlin¡¯s face sank, when he heard Yuanxiao say: ¡°but I was not even ten years old at that time. I just travelled from Han to study, and I was very tanned and I couldn¡¯t speak Mandarin well. Everyone excluded me. But there was a girl sitting in front of me. She said my skin tone was lovely¡­¡± Yuanxiao sighed. ¡°I just can¡¯t remember her name.¡± ¡°Do you like anyone who says you¡¯re cute?¡± ¡°That¡¯s not¡­¡­¡± Yuanxiao looked up at the smoggy sky and said with emotion. ¡°At that time, I was not well liked. and even the teacher suspected me of ADHD. She was the only girl who showed kindness to me.¡± Bai Wenlin didn¡¯t want to be jealous of a girl whose name can¡¯t be remembered. He chuckled in a low voice and pinched Yuanxiao¡¯s young pink face: ¡°you cute now.¡± This chapter reminds how much I like the exaggeration in the descriptions. Hope someone will pick this up!