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I thought you would never touch the piano again in your life!" This sudden voice shocked Lu Wei, and his originally drunken expression was wiped out.

"Why, are you here to laugh at me?" Lu Wei sighed in a low voice, his eyes falling on the hands placed on the keys, his fingers spread out, almost trying to grab them into it.

"You? Is it worth my ridicule?" The arrogant voice was full of disdain. Although he could not see Beethoven's figure, Lu Wei seemed to be able to feel that disdainful gaze fell on him.

"Indeed, I am not even qualified to make you laugh at me now, so why do you still appear here? Do you want to appreciate the way a person who insulted your music is in a down-and-out manner? The Music Saint?" Lu Wei's tone was not angry, but at the same time, he was no longer as excited as he was when he first talked with Beethoven. Even he himself was very surprised that how could he maintain such a calm attitude when facing this generation of Music Saint?

"Hahaha~", the voice in his ear suddenly burst into laughter, as if he had heard the most ridiculous thing, and he laughed for more than half a minute before he stopped.

"Hahaha~", listening to Beethoven's laughter, Lu Wei in front of the piano suddenly laughed, and then he struck several deep chords hard. Although he had lost his previous piano ability, Lu Wei was not a music blind man. These chords were released as he wanted. Although it was extremely simple, it was as shocking as the most straightforward catharsis in his heart!

"It's good to play!", the laughter suddenly stopped, and then said suddenly.

"What did you say?", listening to Beethoven's stupid words, Lu Wei asked the air in confusion.

"I said, you played well in these two moves." There was a hint of praise in that arrogant voice.

"I don't think this joke is funny." Lu Wei's face returned to a calm expression and said calmly.

"Only music from the heart is music that can truly move people." Beethoven did not respond to Lu Weidi's words. Instead, he seemed to say something to himself.

However, this sentence made Lu Wei fall into deep thoughts. He recalled the days when he studied piano. Although he was practicing hard every day, he always unconsciously put his skills first. He always thought that when he completely integrated Kempf's things, he could become a master of his generation. However, when he just heard this sentence, it was like a heavy hammer, which suddenly woke Lu Wei up.

Yes. Thinking about playing before, everything is trying to play the music without flaws. In subconsciously, I always think that I can accurately and clearly play those large-scale music. It is my pursuit. And success again and again. The applause and cheers make me gradually lose my heart. I forgot the meaning of learning the piano. I forgot what I really care about. It turns out that I have been losing my foundation and pursuing the end. My level has improved. But I forgot the initial motivation. I just want to let the piano bring myself more glory. But I have lost a pure piano heart. Lu Wei finally understood that even if Beethoven does not take back the abilities in his body, I will never be able to become a true master.

"Do you understand?" Beethoven's voice sounded again. However, at this moment, it became so peaceful. The sarcasm just now had disappeared without a trace.

"I understand. I always thought I like the piano. Now it seems that the kind of love is too shallow. I like it. It's just the glory that the piano brings to me..." Lu Weidi's voice was indifferent after an epiphany, but he no longer had the decadence and frustration before.

"What about now?"

"Now……"

Lu Weidi gently pressed the keys against the piano and felt the smooth touch. Lu Weidi felt a sense of calmness and satisfaction that he had never felt before. It seemed that suddenly, Lu Wei felt the eighty-eight keys and suddenly felt a kind feeling with him, like eighty-eight spiritual little lives. Although he did not play even a note, Lu Wei could feel them so clearly. The thickness of the bass, the warmth of the midrange, the brightness of the high notes... A sense of joy that was hard to understand, like a little spark of stars, gradually spread from somewhere in Lu Wei's heart, and gradually spread to his whole body. Lu Wei could even feel every blood vessel, every nerve, and every cell of his life, full of this joy and joy.

"What a wonderful feeling." Lu Wei looked at the Stanway in front of him with soft eyes, feeling that he had become a part of his body. With his hands moving, a clear stream of sound flowed out from his ten fingers that kept falling and rising. Although there was no gorgeous skills, or even complete thoughts, this piece of music that he would do whatever he wanted seemed to be the happiest song in his heart. Every note seemed to be the perfect expression of the most delicate emotions in his heart. That wonderful feeling was something Lu Wei had never experienced before.

This improvised music lasted

The clock stopped slowly. At first, there was some chaotic music, but later it became a relatively complete musical thought. Although at Lu Wei's current level, this music was far from wonderful and gorgeous, but it was like a clear spring water, with a sense of innocent happiness that was unpredictable. While playing those few phrases repeatedly, Lu Wei's eyes were filled with a lively brilliance from time to time. When the music finally stopped, Lu Wei's temperament seemed to have undergone an unexplained change. Although it was a casual sitting position, it gave people a quiet and natural Zen at this moment.

"Very good music!" Beethoven's voice was still so arrogant and serious, but there was a hint of praise in this sentence.

"Thank you!" Lu Wei did not have much surprise when he heard this legendary musician's praise. This "Thank you" was just etiquette. In Lu Wei's opinion, the extremely simple music he just played was fully qualified to accept Beethoven's praise. Because Lu Wei felt that this song just now perfectly expressed his inner emotions and expressed his perception of music. The melody just now was still circling in his mind, and even he himself couldn't help but fall in love with this music.

"Lu Wei, I have been following you all these days, watching your every move. Do you know why this is?" Beethoven asked suddenly.

"Why?" Lu Wei asked in confusion when he heard Beethoven say this. He was only now reminded of this question. Logically speaking, for a person like him who seemed to be an insult to the art of piano, when he took back those abilities that did not belong to him, he should forget himself like ignoring a grain of sand. Lu Wei really didn't understand. What else could he have worth the attention of this great musician's soul.

"Because I think there are some places where you look very similar to me." Beethoven's voice suddenly softened with a little memory.

"I don't understand." Lu Wei really couldn't think of any similarities between him and Beethoven.

"Do you know? When I was as old as you, I lived under dazzling halos. I was called a genius. Although my music was controversial, at that time, I looked down on everything and looked at those people. My soul was full of the greatness and pride that music brought me..." Beethoven's voice said this with a hint of emotion.

"You are indeed a genius, and even now, all musicians will admit this." Lu Wei said sincerely.

"Hmph, genius! I hate this title. This title will stagnate my music. This is a title that makes people proud and lazy!" Beethoven's voice was filled with an undisguised disgust.

"Later, I gradually became deaf. It was during those painful days that I understood the meaning of music. If it weren't for the power of music, I would have died in the face of such a huge blow! At this time, I realized how ridiculous the things I wrote before were! Lu Wei, listen to this!"

Without warning, huge symphony music roared in Lu Wei's mind. The heart-shaking cruel motive was Beethoven's most well-known fifth symphony "Fate"!

Lu Wei could not describe his feelings at this moment. Through this great symphony, Lu Wei seemed to feel that Beethoven's great soul was talking to him. His unyielding belief and fighting spirit made his blood boil all over his body! Although Lu Wei had heard a lot of the fifth version of the symphony played by the top orchestra, after hearing this piece of music, Lu Wei realized that compared to what he heard now, those things were simply ignorant. Not even one percent of this great work! One thousandth of the essence of one thousand is not reflected!

"Listen to the music in my heart! You don't know what I feel in my heart! A band can only play the music I hope to write in a minute!" Lu Wei couldn't help but remember what this great musician once said in his heart.

"Is this the music in his heart?" Lu Wei, who was completely immersed in the shock of "Fate", murmured.

"Lu Wei, do you know? From the moment I took back your abilities, I have never given up on my attention to you. Maybe you didn't even notice that you have the same belief in music as me. However, those abilities have hurt you and made you lose yourself in ridiculous glory! Lu Wei, if you still like piano, write your own music, just like the song just now. Don't be influenced by any thoughts!"
Chapter completed!