I was exposed for adding my female boss to my group of female friends.

I suddenly thought of you today.

She held her phone to her chest, and after about a second, she began to regret it and wanted to retract the message. When she picked up her phone again, she saw a reply below her message:

I've been thinking about you.

Xu Xiangxiao could no longer hold back; she bit her lip, and tears streamed down her face.

But his lips were full of smiles.

……

……

Duncan Jones's call time was up, Gao Xiaobo shrugged and said:

"Well, it's like we didn't get anything out of them."

Qin Yunchu said, "No, at least we now know that JX has a very high status abroad. He even made a grand entrance at David Bowie's funeral."

Someone who can write so many songs and conquer the American music scene in just two years naturally has a high status—Qin Yunchu gave Yingzi a challenging glance, wanting that person to realize this deeply.

After saying that, she looked at Jiang Xinhai and Xu Xiangxiao, her expression seeming to say, "Right?"

Xu Xiangxiao didn't say anything. She took off her hat, felt it was a little hot, and handed it to the person next to her.

Her hair was styled into a bun at the back of her head and simply secured with hairpins.

"How long has your hair grown?" Jiang Xinhai asked, knowing that she was growing her hair long.

“It hasn’t reached my waist yet,” Xu Xiangxiao said. “It seems like once it reaches a certain length, it stops growing and it’s hard to grow any more.”

“It’s already quite long, and I’m even a little envious,” Jiang Xinhai said.

"Stop talking about Versailles, your hair is long enough." Xu Xiangxiao glanced at her hair, which was truly waist-length.

"I want to cut it. I really mean it."

"waste."

Wang Feng said to Qin Yunchu, "Young Master Qin, choose an answer now. If you keep keeping us in suspense, the viewers in the live stream will go crazy."

Qin Yunchu playfully shrugged and said, "Sorry, I forgot about that. The answer is too obvious."

She walked to the screen, selected the correct answer, and then the screen went black again.

A line of text appeared on the screen:

[Act Two: Confession and Farewell]

Everyone looked at the words on the screen.

That's a pretty artistic name.

Then, two new lines of text appeared below.

[Note: Mr. JX's greatest weakness in this life]

[I've never learned how to properly confess my feelings and say goodbye]

"What the hell?" Wang Feng laughed.

This is completely out of character with his previous remarks.

We were talking about music the whole time.

Why did we suddenly veer back to Mr. JX's habits?

"People who say that are usually very likely to be scumbags," Gao Xiaobai commented.

"Not proactive, not refusing, not taking responsibility, right?" Wang Feng said, "That makes some sense."

The live stream chat was flooded with "fun" comments.

However, neither Jiang Xinhai nor Xu Xiangxiao said anything.

Then, the image finally appeared on the screen—a gray street, white statues, and the blue Danube River.

People were walking around wrapped in trench coats, then the camera panned down and a person appeared in front of them.

Upon seeing this person, everyone exclaimed "Eh!"

Because everyone knows this person.

"It's Langlang!"

Someone immediately called out his name.

Lang Lang is a renowned pianist in China.

Or perhaps it shouldn't be said that way; it should be said that he is a world-renowned pianist.

If we were to select the greatest living pianist in the world, he would definitely be considered.

If any list ranks the top 10 greatest pianists of our time and doesn't include Lang Lang, then there's something wrong with that list.

If others consider it an honor to perform in the Golden Hall, then for Lang Lang to perform in the Golden Hall is the glory of the Golden Hall.

As one of the most well-known Chinese people in the world, few people don't recognize his face.

So people were very surprised, never expecting to see Langlang in JX's private music archive.

Because no matter what, JX gives people a very different impression from Langlang.

The two had virtually no interaction.

JX writes pop music in the country and rock music abroad.

Langlang is from the classical music circle. Although both are involved in music, the difference is too great.

"Could JX be Langlang??" Yan Yunzhuo suddenly exclaimed.

Everyone was speechless.

Wang Feng frowned and thought seriously, "Lang Lang is a pianist, but I've rarely heard of him composing music..."

“But great pianists can sometimes be great composers,” Gao Xiaobo said. “At least in the Classical period, this was often the case.”

Wang Feng remained silent.

In the Classical period, many composers were indeed also performers, because at that time, not many people received music education, and composition and performance were not yet completely separated.

Now that creation and music are separated, this phenomenon is rare.

But who can guarantee that this situation will never happen in modern times?

Gao Xiaobo asked Jiang Xinhai, "Xinhai, JX isn't Langlang, is it?"

Jiang Xinhai and Xu Xiangxiao shook their heads at the same time.

“Oh,” Gao Xiaobai said sullenly, “then it’s nothing.”

In the video, Langlang, who had been strolling along the street, finally spoke.

“The last time I came to Vienna was two years ago, when I was holding a concert,” Langlang said in the video. “I thought I wouldn’t be able to come back for a very long time.”

A voice very close to the camera can be heard in the video: "What's wrong? Tickets aren't selling well?"

Upon hearing this voice, Jiang Xinhai and Xu Xiangxiao were suddenly startled.

“This is JX! It’s JX speaking! He’s holding the camera,” Jiang Xinhai said decisively.

Everyone's attention was completely drawn to the screen.

This was the first time they had heard JX speak Chinese. In previous videos, he had only spoken English.

"Tickets sell well," Langlang said as she walked. "They sell well all over the world; they sell out in a flash."

“Heh, Versailles, is it?” people heard JX say.

Despite JX's impolite remarks, Langlang wasn't annoyed and even laughed along.

"That's the truth."

After walking for a while, JX asked:

"Then why don't you want to come here?"

“You know, old Europeans, especially those in Vienna, are very picky about music,” Langlang said. “It’s like performing crosstalk in Tianjin; they can spot even a single wrong note and then drag you out for a round of criticism.”

"With your skill level, are you afraid of making mistakes?" JX said with a hint of sarcasm.

"Even if you're highly skilled, you still need to be cautious!" Langlang said. "Even if you're good at everything, the people sitting in the audience are all your senior and junior classmates. Wouldn't you feel pressured?"

“That’s true,” JX said.

"So, why did you call me back?" Langlang looked at the camera and said, "It's only because you can make me come all the way here with just one sentence."

“I want to give a concert in the Golden Hall,” JX said.

Langlang glanced at the camera with a playful look (actually looking at the person behind the camera): "You have some piano skills, but they're not good enough."

“It’s not me playing, it’s you,” JX said. “I’ve written a few pieces and I’d like you to play them for me.”

Chapter 168 Bach, Mozart, Beethoven

"..." Langlang remained silent for a long time before saying, "I only play classical music."

"What I write is classical music."

“Modern classical music is not classical music. You can call it a piano piece, a symphony, or classical-style music, but it is not classical music.”

"What I want to write is the kind of music that, if written in ancient times, would be used as prenatal music now."

"I understand what you mean."

"I knew you would understand me."

“What I understand is,” Langlang said, “that you feel the pop music scene can no longer accommodate someone as big as you, right?”

JX said, "No, I haven't gotten that arrogant yet. I just feel that a classical, academic place should be a place where I, a little bodhisattva, can have a foothold."

"Why bother getting involved in this trendy stuff when you can just follow the mainstream?" Langlang grinned and said, "You'll have more fame and earn more money in the mainstream. The classical music scene is small. Even if you become incredibly famous, you might not be as well-known as a popular young idol. Why bother?"

JX said, "I've made enough money, and I don't care about fame. If I wanted to be famous, I could just accept an award and be known all over the world. All of this is like smoke to me."

"You have money, and you don't want fame, so what do you want?" Langlang tilted her head and smiled at him. "Sometimes I really can't figure out what's going on in your head."

JX sniffed and said, "I want to build a wonder."

"what?"

“I want to build a wonder.” JX said, emphasizing each word. “I plan to create a private music museum and turn it into a cultural fortress.”

"what?"

Everyone could see that Langlang's expression was one of utter bewilderment.

“Do you know the Lu family? They have already monopolized the music scene,” JX said. “The music industry in China is currently experiencing a process of bad money driving out good, and it is shrinking.”

Langlang nodded gently.

"I just want to do something to help reverse entropy before it completely collapses, at least to preserve a specimen, so that domestic musicians still have a comforting haven, and let them know that there is still a chance to succeed if they persist in making quality music."

After a long silence, Langlang finally gave a thumbs up and said, "Great."

As soon as he finished speaking, his expression immediately turned serious again: "However, one thing is one thing. No matter how great your initial idea is, if you are all talk and no action and your ability cannot support your idea, all your ideas will be in vain."

"That's natural."

"Furthermore, I must say in advance that doing classical music in Vienna is like performing crosstalk in Tianjin. Those academics are all seasoned veterans. If you don't have any real skills and still go to such lengths, using their Golden Hall, you'll be nailed to the pillar of shame. You can't afford their wrath."

“If I didn’t have some skills, I wouldn’t have been so confident in coming to you,” JX said with a smile.

"Okay, I'll play along with you, but I have one condition."

"speak."

"Do you have a pre-written sample?" Langlang asked. "I'd like to hear you play a piece first. If your skill level is just amateurish, I won't help you."

"no problem."

"That's good," Langlang smiled. "Come on, let's go listen to your 'classical music'."

……

At this point, the screen went dark again.