Everyone thought that Brando's funeral should be grand and spectacular.

All the leaders of Spain came, and they hoped to make this funeral a historic one. People from the international music community also came, and they felt that Brando's departure should be sent off in a very sacred way. Pianists also stood here, and they hoped to have a serious and solemn farewell to the body. Some people even felt that the great Brando should be placed in an international concert hall, so that his body could be admired by everyone until the future...

after all!

The end of a master will be spectacular, and will end with everyone crying, remembering, and grieving.

What follows is that it will be passed down through the ages.

In fact, when everyone was discussing how to hold this grand funeral and everyone was in a meeting all night, no one could have imagined that at noon the next day, Lu Yuan would come out holding the ashes in his hands...

There was no sign, and no one was told, not even the Spanish government, the international piano community, or the world music community...

Except for the people in Vienna and Edward and others, no one else knew what happened...

He was sent to the hospital last night and turned into ashes this morning.

Cremation is popular in China, but not in other countries.

Brando's body, at this moment, turned into...

Ashes?

What do you think Brando is?

Who do you think Brando is?

Is it just some random person from your China?

Why……

Nothing to say?

After seeing this scene, everyone was extremely angry!

Even though everyone thought Lu Yuan was Brando's client, they were still angry.

Someone rushed over and questioned Lu Yuan on the spot.

"Brendo left this world standing. This is his spirit. How can you just..."

"Because of this, do you want him to lie in this small place forever?"

"Your box, isn't this..."

"No...it's only temporary."

After facing these people's questioning, Lu Yuan looked up at the sky and shook his head.

Then, Bruce hurried over from behind and made all the wishes and instructions in Brando's suicide note public.

Bruce picked up the paper with tearful eyes.

"Music is freedom, so I pursue freedom. I can't stand being buried deep in the ground and having my body decay and crawled by maggots. I also don't want to stay in a transparent place and let myself be seen by everyone like a specimen. I don't want to see too many people holding a funeral for me. I don't like this..."

"I was born into this world poor and with nothing. I should leave this world like this too..."

"If I die, I hope I can turn into ashes, and then follow the Rhine River, see many people along the way, look at their expressions, look at the cities they live in, look at the night and dawn, look at the forests and lakes, and finally, drift away..."

"If you really want to see me off, I hope to hear your singing or piano playing by the river..."

"Lu Yuan, I hope you can cremate me as soon as possible... Maybe it will be stressful for you, but please..."

“…”

“…”

“…”

When this paragraph was read, everyone was stunned.

All the anger towards Lu Yuan disappeared at this moment.

Then, they subconsciously looked at the small box in Lu Yuan's hand.

Endless respect welled up in their hearts.

perhaps……

This is the final destination of a master.

…

noon.

The sun is shining.

The bustling Vienna became extremely quiet at this moment.

On the banks of the Rhine, pianos were erected one after another, and on both sides of the river, all the world's top pianists were present.

All the media in the world and all the top documentary directors came. In addition, big figures from various countries also attended.

This is indeed a very historic moment.

When the sun was at its brightest, Lu Yuan held the urn in his hand, then slowly grabbed a handful of ashes and scattered them into the Rhine River.

The ashes were blown away by the wind, and finally landed gently in the Rhine River and drifted downstream...

In the distance, the sound of Edward's piano began to sound.

This is Edward's most famous piano piece "Farewell"...

This is not the Golden Hall, nor is it a high-end and luxurious place, but when Edward played the piano again, he suddenly felt his whole body filled with endless emotions.

At the same time, memories of Brando slowly emerged in my mind, and the sad piano music drifted away along the Rhine River.

After Edward finished, Jester began to play his own "Funeral March"...

The longing for reminiscence, followed by endless longing, looking at the scattered ashes, silent and relieved.

He felt that this was the best way to remember Brando.

After Jester finished, Kennedy's piano began to play...

It seems so far away, so far away...

As the ashes drifted away, the piano music also gradually faded away into the distance.

Along the way, all I could hear was the sound of the piano. This sound spread from near to far, until I reached the end of the Rhine River in Vienna. From afar, I could actually see patches of glimmering light...

Lu Yuan looked at this grand scene that he had never encountered before, his eyes slightly blurred, and then he wiped away his tears.

Old man!

Have a nice journey!

…

Great things gradually come to an end.

What is passed down will last forever.

The moment when Lu Yuan scattered the ashes on the Rhine River was captured by all the media. At the same time, photos of all the international pianists performing their shows were also recorded by the media.

Throughout the day, the entire international media was filled with various reports about the funeral, and international media from various countries reported Lu Yuan's experience and story...

Even if Lu Yuan didn't want to be on the hot list, he had no other choice.

After all, this incident was so big that it caused a sensation throughout the world. After Lu Yuan experienced "Symphony of Fate" and "The Blue Danube", he was pushed to the altar by the world in one fell swoop...

certainly.

Lu Yuan doesn't care about these.

After the funeral, Lu Yuan and Wang Jinxue applied for a charity in Brando's name. In addition to the manuscripts and books left by Brando, Lu Yuan and Wang Jinxue put all of Brando's assets in the charity. At the same time, the charity was handed over to Bruce to manage...

Although Brando's will stated that he would pass on part of his assets to Lu Yuan, Lu Yuan did not take any money from Brando.

He felt that the money was meaningless, and he shouldn't have taken Brando's money.

As for the manuscripts...

Lu Yuan planned to keep it for Brando temporarily so that no one else would ruin it.

After dealing with some follow-up matters of Brando, Lu Yuan and Wang Jinxue left Spain and returned to China.

When Lu Yuan just arrived in China, an internationally renowned writer named Constant came to find him.

…

"Mr. Lu Yuan, let me introduce myself. My name is Tandin Constant and I am a writer."

"ah?"

"Five years ago, I visited Mr. Brando. At that time, Mr. Brando and I had an agreement that if Mr. Brando passed away, I would help him write a biography about him, his life, and everything about him. I would help him record it. In fact, in the past five years, I occasionally corresponded with Mr. Brando and asked about his recent situation. At this concert, I sat in the third seat next to Mr. Brando..."

"Mr. Const..." Lu Yuan muttered the name. He felt that the name was very familiar, but for a moment he couldn't figure out what was familiar about it.

"Well, Mr. Lu Yuan, I hope you can believe me. These are the letters between him and me. Of course, there are also recordings of our phone calls. In addition, there are also photos of us..." After seeing Lu Yuan's confusion, Const pushed his glasses seriously and took out a stack of information from his bag.

"I'll ask Mr. Bruce first..." Although Lu Yuan believed the information to a certain extent after seeing it, he did not agree. Instead, he called Bruce who was far away in Spain.

After getting Bruce's confirmation, Lu Yuan turned around and looked at Const seriously and nodded.

"Mr. Const., OK! Mr. Brando is a respected master, I hope..."

"Mr. Lu Yuan, I won't let Mr. Brando down. In fact, except for the last journey, Mr. Brando's biography is almost finished..." Constant smiled and promised seriously.

"oh."

"Mr. Lu Yuan, actually, I came here this time because I have another matter to discuss with you."

"Ah? Another thing? What is it?"

"Mr. Lu Yuan, I wonder if I would have the honor to help you write a biography about yourself?"

"Ah? Me?" Lu Yuan was stunned when he heard this.

He pointed to his nose.

"Yes, you! Your experience is more legendary than anyone else thinks. After your Symphony of Fate, I believe many people will ask you to write a biography, but I really hope to have this honor..."

"No, no, no... I'm still alive and well! No need..."

"Biography is not written posthumously, I hope you know..."

"No, no, no, no need..."

“…”

When Lu Yuan heard the word "biography", he immediately felt uneasy.

Are you kidding me…

This thing...

That's so wrong!

"Mr. Lu Yuan, let's make a promise, okay?"

"Promise?"

"In October of this year, I will win the Nobel Prize in Literature. After winning the Nobel Prize in Literature, I hope that I will be qualified. Is that ok?"

"Ah? Nobel Prize in Literature?" When Lu Yuan heard this...

He suddenly froze.

He suddenly remembered.

This Const is a famous writer in the United States, and his works are nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature every year...

And every year...

Are you all running together?

"I have a dream. That is, I hope I can write a world-famous biography in my lifetime. The Nobel Prize in Literature is just a qualification to prove myself..." After seeing Lu Yuan's silence, Const took a deep breath and looked out the window...

He began to talk to Lu Yuan about his childhood dreams.

…

When Const just walked out of the "remote" entertainment and was about to get in the car, another Volkswagen stopped in front of him.

Then...

A middle-aged man walked down.

"Mr. Const., if you need any information, you can always ask me for it."

"You are..."

"I am Lu Yuan's father!"

"Ah? You are..."

"right!"

"Okay, thank you!"

"Mr. Const..."

"What?"

"I think you will be the winner of this year's Nobel Prize in Literature!"