secret movie

Under the gaze of surprise or curiosity, after hearing what Duan Shu said, Qi Wenxiao whispered to him with some annoyance, "I'm sorry, Brother Duan, I remembered it wrong, somehow it's just a piano." ..."

He elongated his tone and said uncertainly: "You should know how to play the piano, right? Aren't all singers now able to compose? If you don't, I'll go up there for you. I've learned a little bit."

Like most of the guests, Qi Wenxiao looked at Duan Shu with expectant eyes, but he was waiting for him to show the panic that he was trying to hide. Anyway, he had got his wish and saw the expressions of Lu Zhi and Li Jianian when they turned around. later.

Duan Shu looked at him as if he was about to get up, the air was only calm for a moment, and then the corners of his brows and eyes revealed an unexpectedly graceful demeanor.

"It's okay, I just wanted to give it a try."

He didn't make the guests who didn't know the inside story wait for too long, and responded with a smile in full view, then got up and walked towards the front stage.

The applause sounded politely. Amidst all the noise, Qi Wenxiao looked at the two friends at the same table in disbelief, and the whisper that Duan Shu quietly sent when he got up still remained in his ears.

"Thank you for holding the sign for me."

A faint fougere aroma lingers in the nose.

Duan Shu walked across the red carpet unhurriedly, past the crowd, and didn't stop at all when he passed by Lu Zhi's side.

He should have hidden himself well, avoided appearing in front of Li Jianian, and kept the secret of the substitute well, so as to delay his tragic ending as much as possible.

But Duan Shu didn't intend to do that.

He wants to appear openly, and even tries to make Li Jianian remember himself.

This is his best bet.

Under the steps, Li Jianian looked at the elegant figure who was about to walk to the piano, looked sideways at Lu Zhi beside him, and said in surprise, "It's the first time I've seen someone so similar to me."

"If Dad hadn't sworn that I was his only son living outside, I almost thought he was also my biological brother."

Lu Zhi was familiar with his family's secrets, shook his head and said, "No, you are the only one."

Hearing this, Li Jianian smiled, his expression soft and harmless: "Do you know him?"

The platinum cufflinks trembled slightly, and the lawyer in a well-fitting suit calmly withdrew his gaze from the piano, and replied in a low voice, "I don't know, why do you ask?"

The painter relaxed his body lazily, leaned back, and said in a casual tone, "I found that you have been looking at him."

Lu Zhi's back was tense, and his face was as usual: "I'm surprised that he looks like you."

"Yeah, I'm also very surprised." Li Jianian responded casually, seemingly not paying attention to his explanation, and shifted his gaze to the stage with great interest, "It's about to start."

The host in a long dress was full of curiosity about this strange and special guest. She walked over holding the microphone and tried to stir up the topic: "This..."

Duan Shu responded to her question: "My surname is Duan."

It's not Li.

The host smiled and said, "Okay, thank you, Mr. Duan, for being willing to come on stage. Do you want to try a clip, or do you want to bring everyone a complete song?"

"Complete piece, Prelude in C-sharp minor."

Duan Shu calmly sat down in front of the piano bench: "One of Rachmaninoff's most famous preludes, it suits the temperament of the last lot."

"The last item in the auction was the oil painting "Storm"..." The host quickly responded, and said pleasantly, "Are you going to give this piece of music to Mr. Li?"

The audience suddenly couldn't hide the uproar. The guests, who were more or less distracted, all came to their senses, thinking that they were about to see a wonderful scene that was suddenly staged in this long and boring party.

Duan Shu smiled slightly, looked intently at the scattered black and white keys in front of him, and left an ambiguous answer.

"Send it to the storm."

The slender fingers vigorously pressed the three low notes on the left, the heavy resonance resounded throughout the space, the adagio played, and the follow spot light fell, so all the noise disappeared.

The first section, the repetitive bass, is called the theme of destiny, and the rhythm is slow, like the solemn bell of a church.

In the dim light, Li Jianian was really aroused and stared at this stranger who was like a brother.

The same goes for Lu Zhi beside him.

He couldn't comprehend what was happening in front of him, the shady substitute that was kept in the villa appeared here majestically.

In the picture displayed on the big screen, familiar fingers lingered slowly on the keys, and he clearly saw the abrupt scar on the back of his hand.

Scars not allowed by him.

The right hand of the person in the painting, shrouded in dazzling light, gradually speeds up the falling rhythm, like a fluttering feather, light and lingering.

In the second section, the emotions continue to advance, the white dove is turbulent, and it flaps its wings violently, which is dizzying, and the rapid allegro, the bird flies to the sky in a hurry.

In the intertwined and blurred melody, Duan Shu instinctively pressed every key with his hands without making any mistakes.

He doesn't have a particular preference for the piano, but he once played a piano genius in a certain movie. He practiced hard for three months for this, and he naturally remembered a few pieces that he practiced deeply into his soul.

It just so happens that there is a piece of music that matches Li Jianian's oil painting very well.

The rhythm of the hands became faster and faster, entangled and clenched the heart, a frantic storm surged in the distant sky, the raging tide raged, reaching the dome, and there was a desperate wail in the wind.

The guests held their breath and listened silently. Qi Wenxiao in the crowd tightly held his cold and hard wine glass.

Shocked, the friends beside him leaned over and murmured, wondering how the bird in the cage, which only had gold and jade, turned out to be so different.

So he nodded calmly, and quietly let go of his hands.

In the third section, returning to the Adagio, the theme of fate reappears, but the intensity gradually increases, and the storm grows bigger and bigger, swallowing the struggling white dove and dyeing it into a sad glow.

As the music draws to a close, Duan Shu closes his eyes, the beam of light is winding on his cheeks, and he thinks of that thick and colorful oil painting.

The painter with maroon curly hair put away his redundant expressions, his expression was gloomy, and the wine red shirt looked thicker in the darkness.

Lu Zhi still didn't understand the reason, but amidst the grand and mournful music, his heart was swaying, his eyes were dazzled, and he could no longer see the light brown wound clearly.

The sky and the earth, the church and the dome, disappeared together.

The dark red rays of light spread, and a turbulent and thick sea flowed out of nothingness. The storm has not stopped, and it has swept everything, leaving only broken pieces.

The white fingers tapped the keys slowly, the long chord continued, and the distant and silent bell sounded in the broken vortex of the deep sea.

until it disappears.

At the end of the music, the dimmed lights slowly turned on, waiting for the guests to find their lost breath.

Before Lu Zhi recovered from the huge shock, he heard whispers from the people around him.

"I regret."

He turned to look at Li Jianian blankly: "What?"

"I shouldn't have donated that painting, it will always be bought by you anyway."

Li Jianian's exquisite eyebrows showed obvious hesitation, but his tone was childish and innocent: "I don't want to sell it to you."

The first storm was over, and the highly skilled performers bowed to take their bows. Amidst the warm and long applause, the snow melted between their brows, bright and unrestrained, with high spirits, which made people unable to take their eyes off.

"—I want to give it to him."

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