Lucian, who is relatively introverted and not good at expressing emotions, expressed his inner emotions thoroughly and completely for the first time through the piano and music, which was the stubbornness of life, the persistence of ideals and feelings, the uncompromising and never giving up on difficulties and setbacks, and the tenacious struggle against the so-called fate.
Even in the middle, due to the influence of unskilled piano skills and incomplete string rhythms, Lucian's performance and music have many problems, but with the music that resonates with emotion, they are completely covered, and every note and every string rhythm seems to be a fierce battle, a heroic fight.
After her father failed to inherit the title, because of the ridicule and contempt from her peers and other relatives, she did not give up on the future after hesitating for a long time, and went to marry a nobleman casually, but began her music study with hesitation, nervousness and uneasiness.
"Can I overcome these difficulties? To become a real musician?"
"Can I have my own status and choose my partner instead of being chosen?"
As the strings became more and more exciting, Phyllis became more and more nervous and worried.
Lott and Herodotus, as men, are under much greater pressure in the family than Phylis, and they are most likely to escape the pressure, squander their pensions, indulge in fine wine and women, and live a comfortable life without seeing any hope.
The repetitive, terrifying theme strings came one after another, reminding them of all the difficulties and setbacks they encountered after choosing the path of music, the sarcasm and blows, and the contemptuous eyes, as they said, they could only become a musician in this life, living an ordinary and ordinary life, or overcoming countless difficulties and obstacles to climb the peak of music.
The intense notes seemed to make people tremble in their hearts, and the blue veins on the surface of Lott's hands were highlighted, as if McKanz's hateful face was in front of him, as if he was about to start his first concert.
Herodotus, who had a slightly weaker personality, felt that he was facing the turbulent tide of fate, moving backwards step by step with a nervous and distorted face.
Rhein's face often disappeared with an elegant smile, his silver eyes were no longer calm, but surging with the stirring music, his hands followed the rhythm of the strings, and he whispered to himself: "Is this fate knocking on the door? Hehe, I haven't had such intense emotions for a long time."
The most excited and addicted was Victor, his hands were clenched, his expression was crazy, his body shook with each violent string rhythm, as if he thought of his first failed concert, thinking of his wife's comfort and encouragement to cheer himself up, begging many people, getting countless ridicule and rolling eyes, and finally had the opportunity to perform a second concert and was a great success;
Thinking of his decadent life after his wife's death, he gradually got out of the quagmire in order to fulfill his wife's wish, became an outstanding musician, and won the opportunity to hold a concert in the Psalm Hall;
I thought that I had burned all my enthusiasm and energy for the concert, but failed in the last step, and I couldn't write the work I had in mind after nine years of hard work; Thought of Wolfe's malicious mockery and revenge, as well as the seriousness and arrogance of Baron Othello......
All this turned into notes as fierce as sharp arrows, and bursts of string rhythms that shook like hammers, attacking and beating Victor's heart, making him give in and make him give up.
But the indomitable meaning contained in the string rhythm, the persistence in fighting difficulties and setbacks to the end, and the stubbornness of not compromising on fate, made Viktor ignite a strong fighting spirit:
"I have failed so many times and can regain my strength, can this failure break me?"
"As long as there is hope, you can't give up!"
"Winnie, are you encouraging me?"
When Lucian played for more than five minutes, he felt that his body was weak and his hands began to weaken, and he understood that this was his unhealed injury, and it was the aftereffects of running wildly in the heavy rain and overdrawing his physical strength.
"Since you want to play, you have to show it completely, how can you stop giving up?!"
"I want to encourage Mr. Victor to chase hope, how can he go back halfway?"
Lucian pressed hard, the string rhythm was like a person walking on a tightrope, it could fall at any time, and it made Victor, Lott and others even more worried and nervous, and even Phyllis and Herodotus couldn't help but cover their hearts with their right hands.
Fortunately, what followed was a more soothing rhythm, and before paving the way for the end of the first movement, Lucian finally didn't have to be so intense, he was able to seize the opportunity to recover a little, and then burst out again with strong notes, stirring up the string rhythm, which repeatedly superimposed, increasing the cycle, and then stopping suddenly, causing Phyllis and the others to shake their bodies and produce a hint of exhaustion, as is always the case in fierce battles.
After a short period of calm, Lucian began to play the second movement, and a soothing string rhythm came out, like rays of sunlight penetrating the storm, dispelling a lot of haze, and the wind and waves paused for a short time; On the battlefield of fierce fighting, soldiers retreated to their camps like a tide, and the battle entered a calm stalemate.
Such a string rhythm is like a healing potion, healing all bleeding injuries, and like the warm hands and embraces of relatives, healing the inner wounds after fighting against fate, so that the expressions of Victor, Phyllis and others are restored, no longer so crazy and distorted, it seems that the warriors have been rested, and begin to accumulate strength for future battles, thinking about methods.
In a gentle and inspiring rhythm that encourages progress, Lucian himself gets the opportunity to regain his strength.
Time passed quickly, and more than ten minutes passed unconsciously under the contrast between the soothing string rhythm and the previous passionate and powerful music, and it was a brief calm.
Lucian then begins the third and fourth movements in succession, and the strings begin to change, becoming oppressive and gloomy.
The sun disappears, the haze returns, the sky is dark, the sea is calm, and it seems that bigger winds and waves are brewing; The battlefield was once again covered with clouds, and the dangerous and terrifying fighting would begin again, and the soldiers picked up their weapons and walked towards the battlefield again.
Such a string rhythm made Victor and others subconsciously start to worry, and began to wait nervously for the arrival of the final battle and the biggest storm.
The storm finally struck, lifting the fishing boat high and causing it to fall suddenly, full of fate and contempt; And on the battlefield, the fight began again, heroic and fearless, as if to defeat the invincible fate.
After trying again and again, the fishing boats were already in tatters and would fall apart at any time, but the storm seemed to be coming to an end.
The repeated defeats did not make the soldiers give up in despair, but became more full of fighting spirit, firmly and steadily forcing the enemy to retreat.
In the final part of the third movement, the strings become calm again, with a hint of sadness and melancholy, as if the soldiers in battle are mourning their dead comrades, thinking of their relatives, as if sailors are recalling the beautiful scenes in their lives, mourning their friends who have been swallowed up by the storm and waves.
The darkest hour before dawn came, with an extremely unstable atmosphere, making Lot, Herodotus, and others nervous again.
Is it a defeat, or a victory?
Have you defeated difficulties and setbacks, or have you been knocked down by them and can no longer stand up?
Did you choke the so-called fate, or did you give up hope and let it arrange?
Just when Victor, Phyllis and others were getting more and more nervous, the brilliant and magnificent string rhythm suddenly sounded, hitting their hearts, this was the movement of victory, this was the movement of triumph!
Victor waved his arms violently, full of uplifting and agitated emotions, because the sun completely illuminated the haze, completely dispelled the storm, and the fishing boat was finally saved, because the enemy was completely defeated, and the heroic warrior won the final victory, because the darkness was broken, because the seemingly insurmountable fate was defeated!
Triumph, victory, and carols echoed in the lounge, Phyllis put down her right hand holding her heart and waved her fist up and down to the rhythm of the strings, her performance was the same as Lot and Herodotus, with uncontrollable relief and excitement, as if she had gained strength and overcome the difficulties and pressures in life.
Rhine, who was much calmer than them, had a sincere and sincere smile on his handsome and bewitching face, and seemed to be also relieved to overcome fate.
The exciting victory chapter ended, and Lucian wanted to stand up, but collapsed without any strength, because all his feelings and energy were put into the playing just now.
And Victor, who was still in shock, looked at Lucian with a confused and crazy face, as if asking Lucian, as if asking himself: "This is?"
Rhine, Lot, Phyllis, and Herodotus all looked at Lucian, waiting for his answer.
"This is fate." Lucian struggled to stand up, his eyes fixed on Victor.
Lucian was greeted by a loud applause, first from Rhein, who smiled and applauded sincerely, then Victor came to his senses, applauding heavily with relief and excitement, and Lot, Phyllis, and Herodotus applauded with complex and respectful expressions.
Victor walked out from behind the desk, and as he walked towards Lucian, he clapped his hands and said in a trembling voice:
"This is music, real music!"
Seeing that his mood and state were recovering, Lucian smiled happily and said, "Thank you for your praise, Mr. Victor, I think you must have been inspired by this string rhythm, and you will definitely be able to modify and improve the parts where I am not good enough or cannot be composed, so why not ask Director Othello and Her Royal Highness Princess Natasha to change the music? I think you will have a great, very good symphony."
The meaning of this sentence, everyone understood that Lucian had found a good excuse to "inspire" Victor's inspiration in a way that people couldn't refuse, giving up the glory he deserved, Lot, Phyllis, and others showed excitement and excitement on their faces, while Rhine looked at Victor.
Victor was stunned for a moment, fell silent, the expression on his face was more wonderful and complex than ever, there was joy, relief, greed, excitement, hesitation, struggle, and memories...... It seems that there is a fierce battle going on inside.
"Mr. Victor, I'm not giving it to you, just put me in the position of second author, I have no way to perfect the music myself, this is what you deserve." Lucian continued to relieve Victor of his moral guilt.
In a few looks full of expectation, Victor suddenly let out a long sigh, his expression returned to calm, and he laughed with regret and relief:
"I won't do this, Lucian, this is your music, this is your great music, and I have been able to see a great musician remembered in history."
"In addition to the Lord and Winnie, what supports my life is my own morality, which is my creed and the greatest advantage that Winnie likes."
Lucian suddenly felt that Victor's shining moral light stung his eyes a little, and a feeling called moistness appeared in the corners of his eyes.
(End of this chapter)