Langlang was silent for a long time before saying, "I play all classical music."

"What I write is classical music."

"The classical music written by modern people is not classical music. You can say it is pure piano music, you can say it is symphony, you can also say it is classical style music, but it is not classical music."

"What I want to write is the kind of music that if it were written in ancient times, it would become prenatal music today."

"I understand what you mean."

"I knew you could understand me."

"What I understand is," Langlang said, "you think the pop music world can no longer accommodate a giant like you, right?"

JX said: "No, I haven't reached that point yet. I just feel that a classical academic place should be able to give me, a little Bodhisattva, a foothold."

"It's great to play popular, why bother to come here?" Lang Lang grinned and said, "If you play popular, you will be well-known and earn more. The circle of classical music is small, and your popularity may not be as high as in heaven."

Why bother when you can get a fresh guy with a small traffic volume?”

JX said: "I have made enough money, and I don't want the fame. If I wanted to be famous, I could just go and receive an award, and then I would be famous all over the world. To me, these are just like clouds of smoke."

"You have the money, but you don't want the fame. What do you want?" Langlang tilted her head and looked at him with a smile, "Sometimes I really can't guess what's going on in your mind."

JX sniffed and said, "I want to build a miracle."

"ah?"

"I want to build a wonder." JX said word by word, "I plan to build a private music collection hall and turn it into a cultural fortress."

"ah?"

Everyone can see that the expression on Lang Lang's face now is that of confusion.

"Do you know the Lu family? They have formed a monopoly on the music scene," JX said. "The music in the entire country of China is now going through a process of bad money driving out good money, and it is shrinking."

Langlang nodded slightly.

"I just want to do some actions that will help counter entropy before it completely collapses. At least one specimen can be saved so that domestic musicians can have a haven of comfort and let them know that they can still succeed if they insist on making quality music.

day."

Langlang was silent for a long time before he gave a thumbs up: "Great."

As soon as he finished speaking, his expression immediately became serious again: "But it's a matter of principle. No matter how great your original intention is, if you are too ambitious and weak to support your idea, all your ideas will be in vain."

"That's natural."

"In addition, I want to say in advance that doing classical music in Vienna is really like talking about cross talk in Tianjin. Those academics are all seniors. If you don't have two brushes, you can still do it so grandly and use their golden hall.

But you will be nailed to the pillar of shame, and you cannot bear their thunderous wrath."

"If I didn't have two brushes, I wouldn't be so confident to come to you." JX said with a smile.

"Okay, I'll just play with you, but I have a condition."

"speak."

"Do you have a sample that has already been written?" Langlang asked, "I'll listen to you play a section first. If your level is just that of an amateur, I won't help."

"no problem."

"That's good," Langlang smiled, "Let's go and listen to the "classical music" you wrote."

…

At this point, the screen went dark again.

The light of this screen is like a switch. When it is on, everyone in the room listens with ears pricked up. When it dims, the whole room becomes noisy.

Gao Xiaobai, Wang Feng, Yan Yunzhuo, Qin Yunchu, He Ling, Cui Dayou, everyone is talking.

In an instant, everyone's words were chattering like tachyons thrown into a bucket, and no one could hear clearly what the other was saying.

Not only was everyone in the hall noisy, but the audience in the live broadcast room was also noisy.

"Fuck, fuck, JX said it makes my blood boil!"

"Langlang seems to know JX, I really want to know who he is!"

"Why do I feel like JX is touching himself? Where has the Chinese music scene shrunk? Why can't I feel it?"

"He is just playing for fun. His pop music is not worthy of carrying shoes compared to classical music. Why does he still want to write classical music to save the world?"

"Did anyone notice what he said about the Lu family? What does it mean?"

…

"Stop, stop, stop," Cui Dayou stretched out his hand to make a pause gesture and said in a low voice, "Everyone, be quiet first. Let's go over the information about the video just now."

"The amount of information is too great!" Gao Xiaobai shouted out at the end when all the noise died down.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

The amount of information is too much.

In just a short video, the conversation between two people feels like every detail contains devilish details, which makes people's hair stand on end.

After watching two scenes in this private music collection, they have already figured it out.

JX is a somewhat evil person.

He is like a restless cat, treating everyone who enters the private collection as a trophy. He uses human beings' inherent curiosity to keep them firmly in the collection, and then plays with them.

Yes, just playing around.

Each of his videos only shows some fragments, some "scales of Paris".

The video seems to say a lot, but it seems like nothing is said. Every frame feels full of details, and every dialogue feels like it contains a huge amount of information.

But he didn't explain anything, and in the end he just threw out a lot of works, as if these works were enough to explain everything.

The video just now amplified his bad taste to the extreme.

What about classical music, spectacle, Lu family...

These lines may be confusing to outsiders, but they are damn arousing to curiosity.

It's impossible for them not to understand it.

Cui Dayou was relatively calm and said: "If you just look at the general meaning of this section, JX is going to take the classical route."

Gao Xiaobai said: "And it's not just ordinary classical music, it's classical music that will be performed directly in the Vienna Golden Hall."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "But other conversation parts contain more information," Cui Dayou pushed up his glasses, "For example, here."

He stepped on the ground with his foot, indicating that he was talking about this private music collection.

"When he said about building wonders, he meant right here."

Everyone looked around and felt a little shocked when they saw the towering vault.

When they first walked in here, they thought this was just a way for that person to show off his achievements.

It wasn't until he said that this place was a haven to encourage domestic musicians that they vaguely felt that maybe their prejudices were too deep at first.

"Then, it's time to see what he wrote in Vienna." Qin Yunchu looked around, as if asking everyone if they were ready.

Then, her finger clicked on the screen.

"Ka, ka, ka..."

The sound of lights turning on sounded, and people saw that in the entire private collection, another large area of ​​bookshelf lights came on.

Looking around, so far, 60% of the bookshelves in the entire private collection have been lit up.

The first two times, the music on the bookshelf lit up in a hesitant way, but the third time it lit up so brightly that two rows of bookshelves lit up, illuminating the colorful record covers hidden inside.

Everyone immediately walked over and stared at the music on the shelf.

"What is this? Beethoven No. 1, Beethoven No. 2, Beethoven No. 3? What?"

"There are also Mozart No. 1, No. 2, No. 3..."

Everyone looked at those music records in a daze.

Although the album cover this time is indeed in Chinese, the name is completely incomprehensible.

Records are divided into many categories, such as Beethoven, Mozart, Liszt, Bach, Schubert...

Then further down, there are Wagner, Haydn, Tchaikovsky, Schumann, Mendelssohn...

There are also Dvořák, Chopin, Verdi, Shostakovich, Debussy, Strauss...

These words seem to be transliterations of foreign languages, but under the Chinese, the Chinese pinyin of these words is marked.

For example, the mark below Beethoven is (BeiDuoFen).

This is really confusing.

Xu Xiangxiao approached the bookshelves and gently touched the texture of the wooden bookshelves with his fingers.

There is a fresh air system installed here. Even though the library has been closed for such a long time, there is no dust on the bookshelves and it looks very clean.

On her shelf, the words "Chopin" were written on the record.
To be continued...