I Really Didn’t Want to Be Famous

Everyone felt that Brando's funeral should be vigorous.

The leaders of Spain have all come. They hope to make this funeral very historic. Everyone in the international music industry has also come. They feel that Brando’s departure should be sent off in a very sacred way, piano. The family is also standing here, they hope to have a serious farewell to the body, and even some people think that the great Brando should be placed in the International Concert Hall, so that his body will be admired by everyone until future……

after all!

The end of a master will be vigorous, and then it will end in everyone's weeping, memory, and sorrow.

Immediately after that is the eulogy.

In fact, everyone was discussing how to hold this grand funeral. When everyone was in meetings all night, everyone did not expect that at noon the next day, Lu Yuan walked out with his ashes in his hand...

There is no sign, no telling anyone, even the Spanish official, the international piano circle, the world music circle...

Except for a few people in Vienna, Edward and others, no one knows what happened...

I was sent to the hospital last night, and it became ashes this morning.

Cremation is popular in China, but cremation is not popular in other countries.

Brando's body, at this moment turned into...

Ashes?

What are you brando?

What kind of existence are you when Brando?

Was it your casual existence in China?

why……

Say nothing?

After seeing this scene, everyone was outraged!

Even if everyone thinks that Lu Yuan is Brando's consignor, they are angry.

Someone rushed over to question Lu Yuan on the spot.

"Brando left the world standing, and this in itself is where his spirit lies. How can you directly take him..."

"Because of this, do you want him to stay in a small place?"

"Your box, you are not..."

"No... this is only temporary."

After facing these people's questions, Lu Yuan looked up at the sky, then shook his head.

Afterwards, Bruce hurriedly ran from behind and made all Brando's wishes and entrustment public.

Bruce picked up the paper with teary eyes.

"Music is free. Therefore, I pursue freedom. I can't bear to be buried deep on the ground and my body is decayed and climbed by maggots. I don’t want to see too many people holding funerals for me. I don’t like this..."

"I was born into this world. I was poor and had nothing. I should leave this world like this..."

"If I leave, I hope I can become ashes, and then along the Rhine River, I can see many people along the way, looking at their expressions, looking at their city, looking at the night and dawn, looking at Forests and lakes, in the end, drifting far away..."

"If you really want to send me off, I hope to hear your singing or piano by the river..."

"Lu Yuan, I hope you can spark me as soon as possible... Maybe, it's pressure for you, but please..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

When reading this paragraph, everyone was stunned.

The anger towards Lu Yuan disappeared at this moment.

Afterwards, they subconsciously looked at the small box in Lu Yuan's hand.

Infinite respect emerged in their hearts.

perhaps……

This is the final home of a master.

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noon.

sunny.

The noisy Vienna has become extremely quiet at this moment.

On the banks of the Rhine, a piano melody grew up, and on both banks, all the top pianists in the world were present.

All the media in the world, all the top documentary directors also came, in addition to this, the big figures from various countries also came to the scene.

This is indeed a very historic scene.

When the sun was shining brightest, Lu Yuan was holding the urn in his hand, then slowly grabbed a handful of ashes and sprinkled it on the Rhine.

The ashes drifted with the wind, and finally fell gently in the Rhine River...

Edward's piano rang in the distance.

This is Edward's most famous piano song "Farewell"...

This is not a golden hall, nor is it a very high-end luxury place, but when Edward plays the piano again, he suddenly feels that his whole body is full of endless emotions.

In my mind, the memory of Brando slowly emerged at the same time, and the sad piano music drifted far away along the Rhine.

After Edward was over, Jester began to play his "Funeral March"...

The longing of remembrance, followed by the endless longing, looked at the ashes scattered in the ticket, silently and relieved.

He thinks this is the best way to remember Brando.

After Jester was over, Kennedy's piano also rang...

It seems very far away, far away...

Along with the ashes floating in the distance, this piano piece also gradually reached the distance.

Along the way, it was all the sound of the piano. This sound went from near to far to the end of the Rhine in Vienna. From a distance, I saw patches of shimmering scales...

Lu Yuan looked at the grand occasion that he had never encountered before, his eyes blurred, and then he wiped his tears.

Old man!

Go all the way!

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The great things gradually come to an end.

What is preached will be eternal.

On the Rhine, the moment Lu Yuan shed his ashes was photographed by all the media. At the same time, all the pictures of international pianists playing the show were also recorded by the media.

All day long, the entire international media was flooded with various reports on funerals, and international media from various countries reported on Lu Yuan’s experiences and stories...

Even if Lu Yuan didn't want to be on the hot list, he had nothing to do.

After all, this time the incident was so big that it caused a sensation throughout the entire world. After Lu Yuan experienced "Symphony of Destiny" and "Blue Danube", he was pushed to the altar by the world in one fell swoop...

of course.

Lu Yuan didn't care about these.

When the funeral was over, Lu Yuan and Wang Jinxue applied for a charity organization in Brando’s name. In addition to the manuscripts and all the books left by Brando, Lu Yuan took all of Brando’s The assets were put in a charity, and the charity was handed over to Bruce to take care of...

Although Brando's will stated that he would inherit part of his assets to Lu Yuan, Lu Yuan didn't take Brando any money.

He felt that the money was meaningless, and he shouldn't take Brando's money.

As for the manuscripts...

Lu Yuan intends to temporarily keep Brando first, so as not to let others ruin it.

After dealing with some of Brando's follow-up matters, Lu Yuan and Wang Jinxue left Spain and returned to China.

When Lu Yuan first arrived in China, a well-known international writer named Const followed him.

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"Mr. Lu Yuan, introduce myself, my name is Tanding Const, and I am a writer."

"what?"

"Five years ago, I visited Mr. Brando. At that time, Mr. Brando and I had an agreement. If Mr. Brando passes away, I will help him write a biography about him and his life. , And, everything about him, I will help him record it. In fact, in the past five years, I will occasionally communicate with Mr. Brando and ask him about his recent situation. This concert, I am sitting in Brando. The third place on the multilateral..."

"Mr. Const..." Lu Yuan muttered the name. He felt that the name was very familiar, but for a moment he couldn't figure out where he was familiar.

"Well, Mr. Lu Yuan, I hope you can believe me. This is a letter between me and him. Of course, there is also a recording of the call. In addition, there is a photo of us..." Const was seeing Lu Yuan's doubts. Later, I pushed my glasses very seriously and took out a bunch of materials from my bag.

"Let me ask Mr. Bruce first..." Although Lu Yuan had believed in these materials for quite a while, he did not agree. Instead, he called Bruce in Spain.

After being defeated by Bruce's confirmation, Lu Yuan looked back at Const and nodded.

"Mr. Const, yes! Mr. Brando is a respected master, I hope..."

"Mr. Lu Yuan, I won't live up to Mr. Brando's expectations. In fact, except for the last pass, Mr. Brando's biography is almost finished..." Constant smiled and then earnestly promised .

"Oh."

"Mr. Lu Yuan, in fact, this time I came here, I also have another matter for you."

"Huh? Another thing? What is it?"

"Mr. Lu Yuan, I wonder if I have the honor to help you write a biography about yourself?"

"Huh? Me?" Lu Yuan was stunned when he heard this.

He pointed to his nose.

"Yes, you! Your experience is more legendary than anyone thinks. After your "Symphony of Destiny", I believe that many people will ask you to write a biography, but I very much hope to have this honor... …"

"No, no...I'm still alive! No need..."

"The biography was not written after death. I hope you know..."

"No, no, no, no, no..."

"..."

After Lu Yuan heard the two words of biography, his heart began to grow unconscious.

What a joke...

This stuff...

It's very wrong!

"Mr. Lu Yuan, make an agreement, okay?"

"Agreement?"

"In October of this year, I will receive the Nobel Prize in Literature. After receiving the Nobel Prize in Literature, I hope, can I be qualified?"

"Huh? Nobel Prize for Literature?" When Lu Yuan heard this...

He suddenly froze.

He suddenly remembered.

This Konst is a well-known writer in the United States. Every year, his works are nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature...

Then every year...

Are all running?

"I have a dream, that is, in the rest of my life, I hope that I can write a world "Biography of Celebrities". The Nobel Prize in Literature is just a qualification to prove myself..." After seeing Lu Yuan's silence, Comst deeply He took a breath and looked out the window...

He began to talk to Lu Yuan about his childhood dreams.

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When Comst had just stepped out of the "remote" entertainment to get into the car, another Volkswagen stopped in front of him.

Then...

A middle-aged man walked down.

"Mr. Const, you can always ask me for information if you need it."

"you are……"

"I am Lu Yuan's father!"

"Huh? You are..."

"Correct!"

"Okay, thank you!"

"Mr. Const..."

"what?"

"This year's Nobel Prize in Literature, I think the ultimate winner is you!"