London, England.

Luxembourg Villa.

The sun shines on the piano.

The keys of the piano felt smooth.

This piano, which once played beautiful melodies, has been lying idle here for almost three months.

Although the servants polished the piano diligently and carefully every day, keeping the piano and the house spotless, the owner of the piano never stepped into the house again since returning home.

The villa is very large, and the air is filled with the scent of birdsong and flowers, and there seems to be no sense of bleakness in autumn at all.

A constant stream of reporters would occasionally look in from outside the villa, countless invitations and upper-class aristocratic gentlemen would come every now and then to ask to see the owner of the villa, but the villa was always closed from beginning to end.

although……

They knew that the owner of the villa was actually in the house.

Professor Peterson from the Department of Music at Cambridge University stood quietly at the door of the villa, letting his assistant continue to make phone calls.

He had been waiting in the villa for nearly half a day.

No one answered the phone.

Peterson was quite patient and didn't say anything, just waited quietly.

November 5th.

There is a scheduled piano course at Cambridge University.

Peterson already sensed that something was wrong.

Normally, the world-renowned pianist would call him in advance and arrange lessons, but this month things became increasingly unusual.

Peterson looked at the villa silently, and then looked at the closed door of the villa silently.

He did not put on professorial airs, nor did he try to push anyone away; he just waited quietly.

When the sun was high in the sky and the weather was getting hotter, the assistant's call finally came through.

"Hello……"

"Mr. Edward, are you okay..."

"I...I, still...I don't know either. Ah, it's Professor Peterson..."

"What's wrong with you? I'm at the door of your villa."

"Ah... Then I'll come out... Um... Is it daytime now?"

“…”

Peterson heard a dry voice on the other end of the phone, as if the voice was confused and far away from this world.

Yes, it's that trance feeling.

"Crunch"

When the morning sun rose to halfway in the sky, the servant of the villa opened the door.

Edward looked at Peterson with a smile.

Right in front of him, Peterson looked at Edward as if he had seen a ghost, and his assistant's eyes widened.

In their minds, Edward was a gentleman.

He is polite and unhurried, always dressed elegantly, and his eyes are filled with a convincing depth.

But Edward at this moment...

He was wearing a shirt with buttons all over the place and slippers on his feet. His once spotless chin was now covered with stubble...

Especially those eyes.

Those eyes that should have been deep enough to inspire kindness were now filled with confusion and emptiness, and even had a hint of unspeakable sadness.

This couldn't help but surprise Peterson!

What happened to Edward in these few months?

What huge change happened?

"Are you okay..."

"It should be... okay..."

"So what are you doing..."

"Haha, I'm experiencing life... Professor, come in..."

"Um……"

When Peterson and his companions walked into the villa, they were even more speechless when they saw the villa...

The hall was filled with countless manuscripts, as well as messy guitars and countless other things.

It looks so messy.

Is this really Edward's villa?

this……

At this moment, Peterson began to doubt his life.

"Hehe... a bit messy..."

"Mr. Edward...are you creating?"

"It's not really creation, it's completion..."

"Complete?"

"Yes, I'll try to complete "Dream Wedding", "Destiny", "Ode to Joy", "Moonlight"..."

"Then, can you still attend the class on November 5th?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Peterson, I..."

"What's wrong?"

"I probably won't be able to play the piano anymore..."

"???"

In the sunlight, Edward, who was about to pour tea from the teapot, suddenly stopped moving, and an indescribable bitter smile appeared on his face.

"I once thought I was a genius. Everyone thought I was a genius. I even thought I could control an era. But now it seems that I am nothing..."

"God no longer favors me and has taken away all my talents."

"Every time I play the piano, the melody of fate lingers in my mind, shocking and powerful. But when I try my best to complete this piece of music, I suddenly realize..."

"I can't do it... I'm completely done with it. I don't have the experience of such ups and downs..."

"I have always been a genius since I was a child, and I have always been the focus of everyone's admiration. I have not experienced much failure, so I am destined not to have the tone of "Destiny", or even "Moonlight"..."

Edward took a deep breath.

Scratched his head.

"Have you also been harmed by these songs?" Peterson looked at Edward silently, and suddenly remembered the news in the piano world a few days ago, and he narrowed his eyes.

Many of the world's top pianists seem to have been sluggish in the past few months.

Many well-known concerts seem to be missing these people.

For example, David Jess, Brando, and the one in front of us...

Edward.

…

Chinese Piano Association.

"Okay, okay, I will definitely contact Mr. Lu Yuan, definitely..."

"I understand, but creating these things depends on personal inspiration, and we have to take Lu Yuan's personal emotions into consideration. Forcing is useless..."

"Well, our association will have a good talk with them. Don't worry, Prime Minister, we will handle this matter properly."

"Yes, we won't force you. Of course, this matter is actually very difficult for us. We have received countless calls from abroad in the past few months..."

"Yeah, okay, I understand..."

“…”

Liu Jianbin, president of the Chinese Piano Association, hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, he sighed softly.

It wasn't a big deal originally, but as some pianists in the piano world became obsessed with it, things started to get a little weird.

The truly top piano artists are all paranoid.

It is impossible for them to give up their persistence, nor is it possible for them to switch to another path like ordinary people if one path is blocked.

They are the type of people who are so obsessed that they will crash into it even if there is a wall in front of them.

Liu Jianbin understands this principle very well.

In the past few months, there have been frequent reports in the international piano world that some pianists have encountered various situations in their efforts to complete those incomplete piano pieces. There have even been a series of chaotic situations such as many top pianists abandoning their careers and locking themselves in their rooms.

The culprit of all this is none other than Lu Yuan.

This person left behind a few incomplete piano pieces, and then announced in front of pianists around the world that he had run out of talent.

As the matter gradually fermented, it slowly became a hurdle in the international piano world.

It is actually very simple to complete these piano pieces. Just add the melody and some basic notes and they are basically complete.

There are also many complete versions for so-called piano lovers internationally.

but……

To the ears of truly top pianists, they can easily hear the flaws.

Flaws are a blasphemy to them.

They tried to make up for this blasphemy, but...

From the beginning to the end, they found that none of them were good enough, and then the matter became more and more serious. After all, their country's top pianist suddenly became abnormal. How could they withstand this?

then……

This incident has gradually become an international incident.

Liu Jianbin suddenly felt that his burden was very heavy.

Yes!

He hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to have someone contact Lu Yuan and tell him the whole story from beginning to end.

…

Lu Yuan felt a little dry in the mouth.

He licked his lips.

Since the morning, he felt inexplicably unwell and sneezed frequently.

He thought he might have a cold.

It is normal to catch a cold during the transition period between summer and autumn.

After thinking about his recent diet and daily life, Lu Yuan felt more and more that he couldn't stay up late at night anymore.

He doesn't want to be bald.

Likewise, he didn't want his body to be worn out by staying up late.

At noon, there was nothing to do in the crew, so Lu Yuan simply hid in the office to sleep. But not long after he fell asleep, Wu Tingting knocked on Lu Yuan's room door.

"Boss Lu, something happened..."

"What happened?" Lu Yuan shook his dizzy head and looked at Wu Tingting.

"Your piano pieces have made many top pianists feel helpless. Even Mr. Edward and several others have begun to doubt themselves because of your pieces. You... seem to have ruined them..."

"What? What?" Lu Yuan widened his eyes.

His originally dazed eyes suddenly became clear.

this……

Can things still develop like this?

"The leaders of the International Piano Association hope that you can come forward to complete those piano pieces... and eliminate these people's obsession... Liu Jianbin, the president of the Chinese Piano Association, just called me and hoped that this matter would not turn into some messy international incident... Although, this matter is not your fault..."

“…”

Lu Yuan was stunned!

He realized he was in trouble.

And this time the trouble was extremely serious.

Damn it!

What should I do now?

Complete?

I want to add all the melody, but I really can’t remember the following melody now. The song “Ode to Joy” is a little clearer and I may still remember it, but the others…

Damn it!

Lu Yuan's heart skipped a beat...

"Mr. Lu, what are you going to do?"

“I can’t help it…”

"How about you ..."

"I really can't hold it back anymore...forcing is useless."

"Then Mr. Lu..."

"You go down first, I'll think about it."

"yes."

After Wu Tingting left the room, Lu Yuan really wanted to slap himself hard!

Grass!

I shouldn't have played that piano!

Why should I pretend when I have nothing to do...

Now it’s big, right?