The messy and ugly melody came from the piano under Lucien's hands, and Lucien, who was still in the stage of playing simple music, had no choice but to match the difficult melody he wanted, so he jumped out one note after another, just like the blacksmith in the blacksmith shop holding a hammer and hitting Lott, Phyllis and Herodotus' hearts, making them feel a manic feeling, and they wanted to go up and tear Lucien to pieces.

"Enough!" Herodotus and Lot yelled out at the same time, unable to maintain their noble demeanor.

Lucien turned his head and looked at them with a "clear" look: "Lough, Philis, Herodotus, don't you practice the instrument? Mr. Victor has told us to practice well."

"You!" Herodotus clenched his hands tightly, and his anger made his cheeks flush, but he was thin and had never won a fight since he was a child. He had a natural fear of fighting and retained a hint of soberness, measuring his fighting power with Lucien. [He is half a head taller than me, about 1.73 meters tall, he was a poor man and made a living by helping people move things. He must have a lot of strength. And there is a friend who is a knight attendant. He should also practice ordinary swordsmanship, and I can't beat him at all.]

[Forget it, if you hit your classmates, you will be driven away by Mr. Victor.] Herodotus looked at his thin figure and found a reason for himself, "I don't want to see you, nor do I want you, the poor, to dirty my hands. I'll go to another piano room to practice."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the door.

Lucien asked "innocently": "What's wrong with Herodotus?" He could piss them off, so that he could cover up his unreasonable and jumping progress in writing the string rules.

Herodotus, who was about to open the door of the piano, heard Lucien's words, and almost fell down. He turned around and looked at Lucien fiercely. This bastard did it on purpose!

After measuring the size of the two sides again, Herodotus gritted his teeth and rushed out of the piano room.

Seeing this, Lucien turned around and picked up the quill pen and wrote the string rhythm he had just played on the white paper. It contained in a syllable of the symphony of fate, and more were notes written randomly by Lucien as he felt and pieced together. Anyone with musical cultivation would not help but shake his head when he saw this melody, which was only a little better than garbage.

Seeing Lucien writing the stitches seriously, Lot looked up at the ceiling of the piano room, then rubbed his forehead to make the final confirmation: "You really want to write music?"

"Of course, I'm writing." Lucien replied without turning his head, "Yeah, I'm a little more inspiration."

So Lucien put down his quill and the unpleasant noise rang in the piano room again.

Phyllis stood up and muttered weakly: "Lough, I think I have to go to the back garden to be quiet, I'm going crazy."

Lott sighed: "I'll go to other piano rooms, too."

After they left, Lucien quietly breathed a sigh of relief, locked the door of the piano room, and modified the two string patterns just now, so that they contained more string patterns of the symphony of fate. Then he wrote as he thought, writing several pages of white paper, filling them with garbage-like string patterns.

This is the method Lucien thought of just now. He used a gradual process to complete this matter. First, let them accept the fact that they were composing the music, and then covered it up with garbage string rules, making progress day by day. And such progress should be reflected in the draft score, as evidence when they are questioned in the future. When they subconsciously feel that there are many beautiful string rules in their composition, they can invite Victor to listen to the piano version of the Destiny Symphony he played, with many defects, and let him correct the shortcomings, perfect the music, and adapt it into a real symphony.

A genius who has made rapid progress and will bloom little by little musical talent under the sensation of all is much easier to accept than a sudden appearance of a symphony that can be passed down for hundreds or thousands of years and claiming to be a freak he wrote.

Of course, during this period, Lucien also needs to place all the time to practice instruments on the piano version of the Symphony of Destiny, so as not to be optimistic about this famous song called "Crown of Symphony" by Victor, Lott, Philees and others.

This is not without precedent. The first performance of Beethoven's Symphony of Destiny was not performed well because of the fact that it was not performed well in advance and the cold weather. It was not until a year and a half later that another concert was held, which received an unprecedentedly enthusiastic response.

After confirming the progress of today's music and modifying the score, Lucien began a difficult exercise, trying to play the Symphony of Destiny. It was slow and scattered, playing a beautiful and straightforward music like noise. In fact, even if Lucien did not lock the door of the piano room and was heard, he would not take it seriously.

That afternoon, neither Victor, Rhine, Lott, etc., did not come to find Lucien, and let Lucien slowly play the symphony that lasted more than thirty minutes three times.

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Seeing that it was getting dark, Lucien sorted out his own music score and walked towards the performance hall on the fifth floor with a thick stack of paper.

In the performance hall, the symphony orchestra was still practicing, and Victor was concentrating on conducting. It seemed that after a brief rest, he had temporarily escaped from the haze and devoted himself to the music.

Lott, Phyllis and Herodotus were already waiting there, listening carefully to the music and observing Victor's conducting style. He just took a cold look at Lucien's coming in, completely disregarding this arrogant, madman who could not communicate and understand.

Lucien didn't care about their performance, but instead responded with smiles one by one, causing Phyllis to show a powerless expression.

Sitting in the soft audience chair, Lucien closed his eyes and listened to the music playing while thinking about how far the stringing rhythm should be improved tomorrow.

Half an hour passed quickly in the beautiful music. Victor and Rhine walked down together and asked his students with a faint smile: "How are you practicing the instrument in the afternoon? What are the fingering and skills questions?"

"Mr. Victor." Herodotus, full of anger, accused, "Lucion was arrogant and arrogant to write the music. Lord, how long has he been studying the music! His poor, noisy, unpleasant music drove us to other piano rooms like the moan of a devil."

Lucien looked at Herodotus with a smile, grateful for his accusation: [Thank you, thank you for spreading this matter, otherwise I would not be able to speak myself.]

Seeing that his accusation was only Lucien's smile, Herodotus couldn't help but continue, "Mr. Victor, you should give up his idea of ​​being unrealistic and not knowing his abilities. I don't want to hear noise every day."

Victor looked at Lucien in confusion: "Are you trying to write a piece?"

Rhine, who was standing beside him, raised his silver eyebrows slightly and looked at the music score in Lucien's hand with amusedness.

Lucien nodded seriously and solemnly: "What happened today and what happened in the past made me suddenly burst into inspiration, so I tried to write them out."

After receiving Lucien's affirmative answer, Victor, who was a gentle person, did not scold him directly, but asked: "Lucion, is this the string rule you wrote? Can you show me?"

"No problem." Lucien was so obviously with him, just to let Victor take a look. A musician proved his progress and was authoritative in the music field.

Rhine smiled curiously and said, "Can you show me too?"

A beginner who has only been studying music for about two months actually claimed to be writing music, which is always very curious.

Of course Lucien did not refuse, and it would be better to have one more witness, so he divided the score into two parts and handed it to Victor and Rhine.

Rhine took it and looked carefully. Her thin lips couldn't help but move, as if she was about to laugh out loud.

Victor frowned and looked at it for a while before he said in a heavy and soft voice: "Lucion, I understand your feelings and thank you very much, but you are just a beginner in music. The most important thing at the moment is to lay a good foundation and learn how to play musical instruments. After a year or two, it is not too late to try to compose music."

Based on what we encountered today, Victor could guess why Lucien's wish to compose the music came, so he did not scold him or scold him. On the contrary, there was a feeling of comfort and relief.

As for the evaluation of the music written by Lucien, is this thing valuable to evaluate?

Victor's emotions, Lott, Philees and others could hear them, and suddenly realized that they had an idea like "It turns out that Lucien's real purpose is not to write music, but to make a move that wants to share the worries for Mr. Victor to please Mr. Victor. Why can't we think of it? Alas, we are so honest, simple, and well-educated people, and we cannot compare with such sinister and cunning guys."

Their eyes at Lucien suddenly became complicated.

With a curious attitude, Rhine browsed the music score written by Lucien from the beginning. At this time, she smiled and commented and comforted: "Although this music score can clearly show Lucien's youthfulness and tenderness, and you can't even call it a music, there are still many shining places, such as these two beats... that's good."

While saying that, he hummed the two beats, which was part of the Symphony of Destiny, which forced Lucien to sigh at his vicious eyes.

Rhine continued: "But if you want to write a real music, it is not possible to have one or two shining places. Lucien, don't just look into the distance and forget to look at the road beneath your feet."

"Thank you for your affirmation, Mr. Rhine." Lucien thanked politely, and then said to Victor: "Mr. Victor, I will not delay my piano practice. I am really inspired."

"You..." Victor wanted to say something, but the recent incident made him very irritable, physically and mentally exhausted, and he was really unable to talk more, so he prepared to wait for the concert to end before talking to Lucien. You know, a month was not long, he shook his head, "Well, as long as you don't delay the piano practice, you can try it, it can be considered a kind of exercise."

Lott, Phyllis and others looked at Lucien very strangely. This guy really wanted to write music?! It's ridiculous!

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After obtaining Victor's approval, Lucien proceeded step by step as a "noise maker", and little progress was hidden in the boundless noise.

Although the string rules of Lucien's Destiny began to increase later, Lott, Phyllis, and Herodotus, who had long been resistant to noise, would either leave or play their instruments louder as soon as Lucien started playing. In addition, Lucien himself also paid attention to the garbage melody and did not play well enough, so they were a little worried that their musical talents would be smoothed out by the noise - "After discovering the habit, the noise seemed not so terrible", they did not really pay attention to the changes in Lucien's music.

As the last week approaches, Lucien was able to barely play the Symphony of Destiny after repeated and long practices. Although many of the technical things in it are still unsuccessful, the entire string rhythm can no longer be concealed.

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Chapter completed!