"Mr. Xiao, do you want to learn music from me? It's very simple." Mr. Guo looked at the child who looked like a flower lacking water, and smiled kindly, but the words he said sounded more like a weird uncle who kidnapped a child.
Xiao Yu looked at the old man warily, and kept telling himself: You must know how to refuse, you must know how to refuse, you must know how to refuse... Only those who know how to refuse can become the best.
"Uh, no, thanks."
"Why not? I think you're very talented in music. If you can learn some musical knowledge, you'll definitely be able to create more songs in the future. The most important thing is to think about it. If you understand music yourself, the music you create will be more perfect. Then, even if you don't want to sing, you can still write a good song and ask others for help."
Xiao Yu: ...
Xiao Yu was a little moved.
In his previous life, he had considered studying music, but the tuition was too high! Although his art tuition was high, his family could still afford it, but music was definitely out of the question.
When he grows up, he has to calculate even for his meals, and he has no money to satisfy his interests and hobbies?
But--
"Alas, Mr. Xiao, what can I say? As you can see, I have a really bad temper. I'll tell you the truth. Actually, I have selfish motives in letting you study music. I heard that you are a great novelist. This songwriting also showed me your talent in music creation. But... your musical foundation is really too poor." Mr. Guo had an expression that said, "I'm embarrassed to say anything about you." "I think you should not only compose songs this time in the future, right?"
Xiao Yu-_-||: ...Uh, so, he was disliked by Mr. Guo? All this foreshadowing, but it was just difficult to tell him?
"If you do this all the time, it's such a waste of time. If everyone happens to be busy, do you think we should pay attention to you or ignore you?"
“…”
"It just so happens that I'm earning over a million yuan a year from Yan Yu, and I haven't had much to do lately. So, do you want to learn some basic music from me?"
“…”
"Don't worry, you're not a student, and I don't expect you to be very good at it. Let's just focus on music composition."
Music composition must be difficult, right? Xiao Yu thought.
Mr. Guo looked at Xiao Yu's hesitation with disdain, his temper unbearable. "Forget it, I won't discuss it with you. Starting tomorrow, you will come to me in the afternoon to take two lessons. Then go back and check the online course yourself. You are really the worst music composer I have ever seen. You don't know anything. I really admire you. How did you do it?"
Xiao Yu: ...
"I, um, I'm sorry, Mr. Guo, I may have to go abroad soon." Xiao Yu said embarrassedly.
Mr. Guo waved his hand and said, "It's okay. You can go abroad if you want. I'm here every afternoon anyway." He looked at his watch and said, "Well, there's still time. Let's start the class right away."
Xiao Yu (⊙o⊙)…:…No, are we starting now?
At seven o'clock in the evening, Xiao Yu was sitting in the conference room. It took him a while to come back to his senses from the frenzy of music class this afternoon.
In fact, if Mr. Guo had not suddenly received a call from his wife, saying that a grandson had come to the house, the old man would not have thought of leaving the get out of class.
Xiao Yu also suddenly discovered this afternoon that he actually had a photographic memory.
In my previous life, I wanted to learn music knowledge on the Internet but could never learn it. This time, I understood it just by listening to Mr. Guo’s lectures.
Xiao Yu: Is this the benefit of cultivating immortality?
Xiao Yu looked around the silent conference room. Because it was a dubbing and music production room, there was not only a bookshelf of music books, but also a piano and several other musical instruments in the corner.
When Mr. Guo was teaching this afternoon, he used this place as a music classroom. While teaching him various musical knowledge, he also introduced the use of various musical instruments and the role of various instruments in creation.
Xiao Yu thought of the few piano notes that Mr. Guo played during his lecture in the afternoon, and suddenly wanted to try it himself.
In fact, he also took a piece of music and stood up and walked over.
Sitting on the piano bench, he realized that the sheet music he was holding was exactly that of "Floating Light." Xiao Yu paused, but did not get up to change it. Instead, he closed his eyes and recalled what Mr. Guo had said while playing the piano.
He really had little exposure to real music, so his piano playing, at the beginning, was like a little mouse that had just run out of a cave.
Cautiously and tremblingly.
He memorized the music, typing each key like a beginner typist.
Gradually, he became dissatisfied with his own slowness and began to speed up, starting with two or three fingers at a time, and then starting with five fingers in a row.
What you think about during the day you will dream about at night. Xiao Yu had a dream that when he was playing music, "a hundred birds paid homage to the phoenix" to him. However, the birds accused him of plagiarism, and then they swarmed over him and "pecked" him awake.
This is a bit embarrassing, as he has absolutely no intention of making money from the music he used to love.
Unfortunately, his conscience still seems to be bothering him!
In his subconscious, if he produced the music in advance, the original authors might lose an opportunity to awaken their inspiration in the future.
What if their lives are undergoing a test from heaven, and they need such an awakening to change their fate?
In the future he stole, did he also steal the fate of others from time to time?
"Where am I?" Xiao Yu suddenly realized that the room had changed, and the blue sky and white clouds outside the window kept lingering. His house couldn't have become a flying house, so, was he on a plane?
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