The legend of rebirth

Chapter 497 Music Family
The Juilliard School of Music, founded in the early 5th century, is one of the best music schools in the world.Her geographical location is only a [-]-minute drive from Times Square in New York.

"Have you laughed enough?" Ye Luo got out of the car and locked the door, and said helplessly to Chu Mo'er, who was snickering beside her.

"He is coming!" Chu Mo'er read the poster slogan she saw just now, covered her mouth and smiled, "Song Yan is so funny, she actually designed you to look like a financial crocodile.

Now the whole Wall Street should be nervous about you, right? "

"What a ghost, basically no one here knows me." Ye Luo rolled his eyes.

"No one recognizes you because you have changed too much." Chu Mo'er smiled slightly, "Look at the poster, you still have a pretty face, but now you are dark and strong."

"Why, don't you like me the way I am now?"

Chu Mo'er bit her lip and protested: "You know it well, I'm ashamed to say those nasty things."

"Okay, my fault." Ye Luo shrugged, took Mao Mao, and led Chu Mo'er into the gate of the Juilliard School.

Together with Chu Mo'er, she completed her admission procedures, and had lunch outside the school at noon.

In the afternoon, Chu Mo'er was going to attend the interview organized by her doctoral supervisor, so Ye Luo could only wait.

Maomao is a very spiritual dog, who dominates the family and knows no bounds when he becomes crazy.Ye Luo once saw it with her own eyes in a video call, running around the room with Chu Moer's slippers in its mouth, and Chu Moer chased after it, panting.

Once outside, like now, it is very quiet, it follows Ye Luo when she walks, and when Ye Luo sits down, it sits quietly beside Ye Luo.

"You're too good at pretending." Ye Luo sat on a bench by the lake in the Juilliard School, and said to Mao Mao who was sitting beside her.

Maomao tilted her head and looked at him for a while, then stuck out her tongue and licked the tip of Ye Luo's nose.

Ye Luo touched her nose and laughed dumbly.

It was already past two o'clock in the afternoon, Chu Mo'er was still interviewing inside, and Ye Luo continued to wait for news outside.

Today is Saturday, and the Juilliard students are supposed to have no classes.

Students in twos and threes were scattered on the lawn by the lake. Some of them were chatting, some were playing the piano. The pianos in the hands of these students were also strange.

There was a guitar, a mandolin, a banjo, and a very small ukulele that looked more like a toy.

Not far away should be the piano room, the melody of a classical piano piece floated into Ye Luo's ears intermittently.

The warm and comfortable afternoon sun fell on the body, listening to various piano sounds, stroking Mao Mao's thick and soft back hair, in front of the shimmering lake, Ye Luo leaned on the bench, suddenly a little envious of Chu Mo Son.

This is really a good place to purify the mind.

The applause behind him interrupted Ye Luo's thoughts. He turned his head slightly and found a circle of young and beautiful female students not far from the lawn.

The boy, surrounded by female students, was a handsome young man with blond hair and blue eyes, holding a mandolin in his hand, and was about to start playing.

"Adam, sing that Madame Painfary."

"Yes, you can't get tired of singing this song."

"Adam, have you written any new songs lately?"

Around this boy named Adam, the girls spoke one after another.

Ye Luo understood, this guy is probably the American version of Ding Shaoyang from 20 years ago.

He was also a little curious, wanting to see how the young man was doing.

If it's really good, it's not impossible to give him a contract. Right now, Beacon Records is short of major generals.

"Let's sing a new piece today." Adam smiled, "I just finished it last night, and you are the first audience."

"Wow!" The female students around let out an exclamation of admiration, and then applauded in unison.

Mandolin is an ancient plucked stringed instrument, which originated in Italy. During the European Renaissance, it was mostly used as an accompaniment to pastoral songs.

The original name is "mandorla" in Italian, which means "almond", which is used to describe the shape of the piano body.

The sound of this kind of piano is like a rolling silver bell. It is very crisp and beautiful, and it is ethereal, fine and clean, with a strong classical taste.

The mandolin in Adam's hand was about the size of a violin, with a dark red surface and beautiful patterns, and it looked very valuable.

In short, this is a very stylish musical instrument, but it is not difficult to get started with this kind of piano.

While Adam was playing the mandolin, Ye Luo's eyes lit up when he opened his voice.

The standard is not bad, of course it is far behind Chavez, but at this age, it is not easy to be able to sing like this, and it is better than David.

The song he sang was said to be a new composition, and when the melody and lyrics were combined, Ye Luo couldn't help but secretly nodded.

This young man's specialty is not in singing, but in writing. This song is really good.

After a song was sung, the girls around gave another burst of applause.

"My God, Adam, with your current level, it's no problem to get into a record company!" one of the girls exclaimed.

Although this girl's statement contained elements of excessive admiration, in Ye Luo's eyes, it was not objective.

Indeed, if Adam actually wrote the song, he would be eligible for a record label.

"Kate, don't be stupid." At this time, another girl beside him said, "Adam's father is the owner of Morgan Records. If he wants to enter the pop music industry, he can do it anytime."

Morgan Records, a major local record company in New York, has been established for almost 60 years. The founder, Old Morgan, was a very good music producer back then.

Now the company is at the helm of the nearly sixty-year-old Morgan Jr., who is also a great musician.
It turned out to be a child of a musical family, Ye Luo sighed inwardly, what a pity, originally wanted to invite him into the lighthouse.

Facing the praise of these girls, Adam seemed accustomed to it, smiled lightly, and seemed to want to play another song.

At this moment, Ye Luo saw from afar, Chu Mo'er came out from the distant teaching building.

Judging by the slight smile on her face, the interview should go well.

Ye Luo stood up involuntarily, and the sound of the mandolin on the lawn also stopped.

Adam also saw Chu More'er, and he was stunned for a moment.

Ye Luo was very familiar with Adam's expression, because when he saw Chu Mo'er for the first time, he also looked like this, with his soul gone.

But Ye Luo didn't care too much, Chu Mo'er was a beautiful woman, this kind of scene, Ye Luo saw too much in the domestic campus, it was common.

Ye Luo led Maomao and quickly walked up to him, and asked, "How is it?"

"I passed the interview, and I have selected a tutor, and I can officially start classes the day after tomorrow." Chu Mo'er smiled slightly, and took advantage of the situation to take Ye Luo's arm, "Okay, let's go to the dormitory to have a look.

I've got a private room, do you want to spend the night here? "

"You don't need to stay here overnight." Ye Luo smiled, "Let's go to your dormitory first, and then you can go back with me. I have a place near here."

Ye Luo didn't tell Chu Mo'er about buying a yacht. This girl loves money very much. If she had told her earlier, she would have been reprimanded.

At this point, the Swan should have been driven to the Hudson River by Chavez and landed on the shore, and it was only a matter of one kick of the gas pedal from here.

"Oh, good." Chu Mo'er nodded.

While walking, Ye Luo heard Adam behind him asking, "Who is this girl?"

There was silence around him, obviously no one here knew about Chu Mo'er, nor about Ye Luo.

……

Exit Juilliard, three traffic lights, and the pier is here.

The white Swan was parked on the shore, and the approach bridge was built.

Song Yan was wearing a red dress, leaning against the railing on the top floor of the Swan, the hem of her skirt fluttering slightly in the breeze.

Mai Ruina, dressed in black leather, leaned against the deck railing, waving to Ye Luo and Chu Mo'er.

Chavez was wearing gloves, and when he saw Ye Luo's car, he began to decode the rope on his head.

"Is this yacht yours?" Chu More'er looked at the 30-meter yacht in disbelief.

Ye Luo shook his head, smiled and corrected, "It's ours."

"Are they also living on the boat?" Chu Mo'er asked again.

"Yeah." Ye Luo responded, and then added, "It's just a temporary stay, I'll buy another one later, and drive them to another boat."

"Look at your guilty look." Chu Mo'er glanced at Ye Luo.

"Hey." Ye Luo smiled, and drove the car into the back cabin of the Swan.

"Is the sound insulation good here?" Chu Mo'er asked softly as she got out of the car.

Ye Luo's heart couldn't help shaking, and he immediately thought about it, and immediately said: "The sound insulation is not good, but there are bumps on the water surface, and it is actually very hidden. Just cover your mouth. Look, it doesn't make a sound. , so exciting."

"You have a good idea." Chu Mo'er understood instantly, she rolled Ye Luo's eyes, "I mean, I want to practice singing with my voice in the morning, so as not to disturb others."

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(End of this chapter)