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Franz seemed to be immersed in his own memories. "Because of the hard work, I stayed up all night to study music and write songs. My body and mind could not take it anymore. My health started to deteriorate, and I was often tortured by illnesses. I could not concentrate. In the words of my neighbors and coworkers, I was muddle-headed, as if I had not woken up from a dream, like a corpse without a soul.
"They advised me to give up music. They thought that if I continued like this, my body and mind would completely collapse in less than five years. Although they all admitted that my music and my songs were not bad, they all agreed that I could not support myself, my mother, and my brothers and sisters with my music.
"The difficulties of life, the pressure of the environment, the limits of my body and mind, and the invisible burden of my family made it hard for me to breathe. I began to think of giving up music, because I was not alone. I had a lot of responsibilities to shoulder."
His slightly choked description made many successful musicians, as well as musicians and music students who were working hard, feel the same way. They thought of the difficulties and obstacles they had gone through in the past or were experiencing on the road of music. The omnipresent pressure and exhaustion that came from the heart were difficult for people who had not experienced similar things to relate to.
Of course, they all admitted that compared to Franz's difficulties, everything they faced was much easier. Therefore, the musicians and music students secretly made up their minds that they had to persist and work hard, hoping that one day they could reminisce about the past on the stage of a concert as successful as Franz. It was both a kind of feeling and a kind of glory!
In their eyes, Franz was already a success, because his piano skills were excellent, and his songs were innovative. They had to admit that Franz was an excellent pianist. Besides, Mr. Evans also spoke highly of him!
Being praised by a top musician meant that he was about to become a real musician, just like Mr. Evans, who was praised by Mr. Christoph.
Lucien had a lot of feelings about Franz's experience. If he hadn't improved his spiritual power, his memory, and his spirit, even with the help of the Library of the Soul, he wouldn't have been able to learn the basics of music when he was studying and analyzing magic all night. This way, even if there was a great piece of music like the Symphony of Fate, he would not dare to take it out and expose his shortcomings.
Seeing that Mr. Evans, Mr. Christoph, and Mr. Victor all nodded slightly, Franz's vision seemed to be blurred. He continued emotionally, "When I decided to give up music, I was both relaxed and disappointed at first. So, I planned to go to a cheap concert as a farewell to music."
"But I underestimated my love for music. When the sonatas, concertos, and symphonies poured out in the hands of the orchestra, I could not help but feel sad and desperate. Without music, what was the point of my life? In the pain that was so intense that I felt I was going to die, I chose to stand up and walk to the gate with difficulty. I did not want to listen to the melody that had nothing to do with me anymore. I did not want to hesitate anymore. "
"When I walked to the end of the aisle in the beautiful melody and stood by the gate, the symphony happened to be over. The applause drowned out the music, which seemed to indicate the end of my musical path. The great loss hit my heart, so I turned around and prayed in silence, reciting poems, and bidding farewell to music. "
Franz was getting more and more excited. He waved his hands and said, "The light seems to have completely disappeared, and my life is shrouded in darkness. However, when I turned around and pushed the door open with my disappointed soul and body, the short, powerful, and shocking notes suddenly appeared! It was as if it was hammering at my soul, making me feel both fear and an indescribable shudder. "
"The next melody hit me like a storm, making it hard for me to breathe. It was as if the difficulties of life, the poor physical and mental health, and the invisible burden of the family had completely burst out and wanted to destroy me. But in the storm, I heard the shout and the determination to never give up. The melodies were like javelins declaring the courage to fight."
"I seemed to hear the interrogation in your music, Mr. Evans. Was I defeated by life, or did I choose to give in? Was it life that made me give up, or did I give up music? When facing difficulties, did I find all kinds of reasons to make myself weak, or did I march forward like a Knight bathed in blood until death, never flinching, never giving up? "
"No, I would never give in to difficulties! When the glorious chapter of victory was over, I had already found the answer. Like a madman, I shouted near the gate of the concert hall, my heart was full of strength. After that day, I quit my other jobs and became a bard, which I had always looked down upon, because it was the only way for me to keep my family alive and learn music at the same time. No matter how much discrimination I suffered, I never thought of giving up. Whenever I felt tired and powerless, I would play 'Fate' or 'Pathos' for myself. "
Franz took back his hands and said slowly, "As the songs that I sang as a bard became more and more popular, my income gradually increased. Many nobles also invited me to join their private bands, and finally, my family could live a good life."
"When my brother and sister became apprentices and had their own path in life and skills, I left most of my savings to my family and started to pursue my dream of music without any burden."
He put his right hand on his chest and bowed to Lucien respectfully, "And it's all because of you, Mr. Evans. Without your life philosophy and interrogation in your music, I wouldn't have been able to find the strength to support myself. You are my mentor in life, and it is my greatest honor to have you in my first real concert. "
"Thank you again, Mr. Evans."
All the musicians and students present applauded from the bottom of their hearts, both for Franz's persistence and for the power of music.
Lucien said with mixed feelings, "It's all because of your own tenacity."
Then, Christoph and Victor also commented on Franz's songs, and both of them gave good comments.
The joy and excitement of being recognized made Franz's following symphony completely reveal his unique style. Although it was still very immature and far from being outstanding, the hope and expectation contained in the music were as natural as the fields in spring.
When they were quietly enjoying Franz's symphony, three ladies came into the concert hall. One was bright and beautiful with thick lips and red hair, one was sweet with brown hair and blue eyes, and one was mature with full black hair.
Phyllis, Elena, and Grace heard that Lucien was back, and they all went to the association.
Seeing Lucien sitting in the first row, the three ladies were slightly relieved. It was indeed him.
Lucien's intuition was very sharp. He turned around and smiled at them, and put his index finger on his lips, indicating that they should listen to the music quietly first.
Compared to before, Phyllis, a noble girl, had matured a lot. Obviously, after traveling with Victor and holding her own concert, she quickly got rid of her immaturity. Elena's appearance had changed a lot. Her long hair was tied up, and there was a hint of tiredness on her sweet face. Grace, on the other hand, did not have the contradiction of depression and pride that she had when she was with Sturk. Her every move was very relaxed.
However, three years, especially three years in their twenties, was enough for ordinary people to forget a lot of people and a lot of things. Although Lucien's name often appeared in the music circle and in the newspapers, they still felt a faint sense of unfamiliarity and estrangement.
Lucien also felt the same.
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After Franz's small concert, Lucien made an appointment with him to discuss the conversion of poems into songs the next day. Then, together with Victor and Phyllis, they returned to No. 12 Sneva Street in the Gesu district. Victor was going to hold a private luncheon to welcome Lucien back.
When Victor went to tell Mr. Ace, Phyllis and Elena, who had been silent all the way, finally opened their mouths, "Welcome back, Lucien."
After not seeing each other for a long time, they suddenly did not know what to talk about and what kind of attitude they should use to get along with Lucien.
"Mr. Evans, thank you for your letter." Grace took the opportunity to express her gratitude.
Seeing this, Lucien smiled and shook his head. He started to talk about his travels and interesting things that he had encountered, trying to ease the invisible barrier and depressing atmosphere.
Gradually, Phyllis and Elena began to talk and laugh, and their attitudes returned to normal.
At this time, a servant opened the door, and a strong and broad woman in a tight long dress ran in. She hugged Lucien and said, "Little Evans, you're finally back! I was worried that you'd run into bandits and wolves on your way back … "
Alisa took out her handkerchief and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. She heard from the servant sent by Victor that Lucien was back, so she hurriedly dragged Chorre and Elwyn, who happened to be on vacation, to Lucien's house.
"Alisa, let go of little Evans. He's a Knight. He's not afraid of bandits and wolves." Chorre shook his head helplessly at Lucien and then smiled, "Welcome home, little Evans."
The life of a noble did not slow down Chorre's aging. The accumulated problems in the past began to show. His short blond hair was getting thinner and whiter, and there were more wrinkles on his face.
"I've always missed you guys," Lucien said emotionally.
Chorre chuckled and turned around to pull Elwyn over, "Why don't you say hello to your brother Lucien?"
Elwyn was the one who had changed the most among Lucien's acquaintances. He had grown much taller than Lucien. His childish face had turned into a youthful face, and there were obvious green stubble above his lips and chin. He had inherited his father's handsome face and looked a lot like John, but he looked stronger and stronger.
Looking at Lucien, he seemed very restrained and shy, as if he was facing a stranger. He lowered his head and said, "Welcome back, brother Lucien."
For a child like him, three years was almost a third of his life. He had little memory of the first five or six years, so it was inevitable that he would feel shy and unfamiliar.
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After a while, Lucien could not stand Aunt Alisa's efforts to introduce him to marriage and nagging about children, so he got up and went to the bathroom. At this time, Grace quietly followed him.
"Sir, I have something to tell you," Grace said in a very low voice.
Lucien looked at her in confusion, "What's the matter?"
"After I came to Aalto, a person dressed as a clown secretly asked me about you," Grace said directly. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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