Chapter 44

  He had just stood on the stage singing, had just gained an audience, and had just begun to enjoy sharing music with everyone. He simply couldn't imagine what he would be like if he lost all of this.

  So he's afraid, he's afraid that the show will really make him withdraw from the competition. He's even more afraid that as a result, he'll be rejected by the circle and won't be able to stand on stage singing again.

  Just yesterday he was still backstage, vowing that he would stand on a bigger stage and sing for more people.

  He couldn't imagine what it would be like to lose all of this.

  The more afraid he is, the more afraid he is that others will know, the more afraid others will know, the harder his mouth becomes, the harder his mouth becomes, the angrier others become, the angrier others become, the more he doesn't know how to make amends, and can only watch as things slide in an irreversible direction.

  Fortunately, Little Jin has arrived.

  At the moment he saw Li Jin, Luo Fei finally understood what was meant by "a huge stone falling to the ground".

  His heart was like a huge boulder hanging, bumping left and right, bumping him like a startled bird, even the unreliable idea of "at worst, fleeing to the ends of the earth with his guitar for company" jumped out.

  But Lijin has arrived, he is all-powerful, he must have a way to alleviate his current predicament.

  So he didn't even know what method Li Jin would have, and he put down the big stone in his heart with a clear conscience.

  Guitar, it's great to be able to hold you like this.

  Luo Fei strummed the electric guitar strings contentedly and looked up at Li Jin: "Want to hear that one again?"

  Li Jin stood in the shadow by the door, his figure only a vague outline due to the brightness on stage, his expression and movements unclear: "I remember you once adapted a rock version of 'Canon', do you still remember how you played it?"

  Luo Fei scratched his head: "This... I don't remember." He thought for a moment, "However, I can improvise a new version for you again."

  As he spoke, his fingers flew swiftly across the strings, a series of wild and stormy chords followed, leading into the main theme of the canon.

  Perhaps because the original enlightenment band was BEYOND, Luo Fei's rock music is not decadent, but rather has a kind of uplifting energy. His adaptation of "Canon" retains the original song's bounce while adding many glissando and increasing the rhythm with tight small sections, making it more suitable for guitar performance. Moreover, in the interlude between the two repeated musical segments, he improvised some never-before-heard melodies, making the music more cohesive and not monotonous.

  Li Jin smiled and leaned against the door frame, quietly watching the big boy in the spotlight hugging his guitar.

  His skills and sensibility have improved a lot compared to before, and his musical thinking is more diverse. Li Jin has some research on music, and he can even hear that he doesn't know what technique was used, making the electric guitar have two voices at the same time, with high and low sounds intersecting, like the surging waves crashing against the shore rocks at high tide, giving a sense of destroying everything with an air of supremacy.

  He never doubted his judgment, and at this moment, the boy who was painting freely on stage made him even more confident in his vision.

  Luo Fei, he was born for the stage. His guitar is his everything, and its significance lies in proving to everyone that in the realm of music, he is a natural-born king.

  So Run Fei, no matter how difficult it is, I will protect you all the way.

  Let me personally send you to the top of the mountain, let me personally create a brand new and unique one!

  "Clang——"

  Suddenly, a monotonous electric guitar sound burst forth, ruthlessly disrupting the smooth flow of notes that Lu Fei had been playing.

  Right after that, the electric guitar sound surged in, conveying a message of disdain through the air. Luo Fei refused to admit defeat, biting his teeth and quickly plucking the strings with his fingertips, a series of notes like retaliatory bullets, heavily suppressing the opponent's melody.

  They came and went, turning back and forth, the two of them unwilling to concede, playing a rendition of "Canon" that sounded like a battle hymn. The other person was extremely skilled at rock music and enjoyed pushing limits, often taking the guitar to incredibly high notes that ordinary people couldn't reach, before heavily slamming it down like a thousand-pound weight; Luo Fei didn't fall behind either, although his technique wasn't as good as the other person's, but fortunately he had flexible and varied ideas, able to improvise many of his own thoughts into the familiar original tune "Canon" without clashing.

  The turning point occurred in an instant.

  The other party made a sudden change in tone, and Lu Fei made an impromptu response. At a certain strange time, at a certain strange note, they surprisingly reached a stunning consistency.

  Once a note was the same, the next melody inevitably produced overlap. Gradually, the duet turned into harmony, and the two no longer stared at each other like fighting cocks, but unexpectedly cooperated with each other.

  Even across countless air and space, this harmonious melody still has the power to penetrate everything. The two people even automatically assigned roles to each other, Luo Fei was in charge of the low-pitched part, increasing the variability of the music, while the other person was in charge of controlling the overall direction of the music, and also soared into the clouds at high pitch.

  That day, everyone in the Xinhuo Weishi building heard that high-pitched and stirring guitar sound. The extremely familiar melody, the over-familiar tune, they had no idea that such a famous piece of music could still be played in this way, even with an exciting power that made people unable to help but dance with excitement!

  Music, what is music?

  It is a weapon that dissolves all contradictions, it is a pure land that settles the mind, it is the most simple and unreserved communication between souls!

  The music ended, and Lu Fei's mind went almost completely blank, he didn't even think before running out the door.

  He followed the direction of the sound and had just run a few steps when he stopped in shock.

  Standing in front of him was also a shocked Qi Yichen.

  "You..."

  "You..."

  Both of them became tongue-tied at the same time.

  After a long time, Luo Fei awkwardly coughed and said: "That... you're really great."

  "Qī Yì Chén seemed very unaccustomed to praising others, so he replied even more awkwardly: 'You're also... very... that is, strong.'"

  They both burst out laughing at the same time after a three-second pause.

  "Sorry, I was too rough back then." Luo Fei looked at the bruise on Qi Yi Chen's eye corner, "Are you okay?"

  Qī Yì Chén casually waved his hand: "It's nothing, when we performed in Hong Kong before, after the show, we got into a fight with the local band backstage and three of my ribs were broken. That hurt more than this!" He coughed unnaturally, "And at that time, I was also the one who started the trouble..."

  "Honk——honk——"

  Li Jing turned off the lights in the training room and turned around, only to find that Bai Fuming was already standing behind him.

  "It seems like we've got a lead now." Li Jin said with a smile as he walked towards Bei Fuming.

  On his way to the TV station, Li Jin had already asked Bei Fengming about the cause and effect of this matter, especially Qi Yichen's situation.

  He had already formulated this plan almost at the same moment he stepped into the TV station.

  What communication method is better than music for two people who are equally passionate about music?

  Li Jin and Bei Fou carefully avoided the two people who were clearing up misunderstandings in the corridor, and walked to the photographer hiding in the corner.

  The camera is recording their progress in real-time and will be played back for all viewers during next week's live broadcast.

  This is indeed a much better reconciliation than so-called media clearing up by 10,000 times.

  Li Jin gave a thumbs up to the photographer and continued walking forward.

  "Hey, Littler, at a moment when we're witnessing a miracle, you're not going to stick around and take a look?"

  Li Jin shrugged: "I'm about to be driven mad by that stubborn donkey Rakshasa, I don't want to see him again."

  Bei Fengming was indeed convinced - he had been infuriated by Luo Fei's stubbornness to the point of being half-dead last night, otherwise he wouldn't have called Li Jin back with his hands tied.

  "You're really a cure for the disease." Bei Fuming followed in his footsteps, "Since it's so effective, why not give your brothers some guidance?"

  Li Jin smiled and glanced at him, the Star Voice program team had been through a hundred battles, of course, they didn't need him to come up with ideas for damage control. However, since he was asked, he didn't mind sharing his opinion, so he said: "Use connections to shut down small media outlets, leave the reporting rights to influential media. We'll write the press release, make it a bit mysterious and confusing, then bury some foreshadowing, guiding the audience to find answers in next Saturday's live broadcast. At the same time, contact our friends who are music critics, entertainment critics, or even those who reveal scoops on Weibo." Li Jin smiled again, "There's no need for officials to get involved in hyping things up, there are people who make a living from this."

  Then on the day of the live broadcast, the audience who had been waiting with bated breath for the outcome of the event gathered in front of their TVs to see this heartwarming scene of brotherly unity...

  Li Jin glanced casually at the newspaper on the cabinet next to him - the news of Shu Mu and He Jia's second son's interaction occupied a whole page, officially making it public.

  Bei Feng's face turned red with rage: "Xiao Jin, do you know that yesterday I almost bit my tongue off trying to persuade Luo Fei, and how dare you guarantee that you can handle that stubborn donkey?"

  "Because that's a well-behaved donkey, you know the direction of its hair, smooth and obedient, it will naturally listen to you." Li Jin stood still in front of the elevator, pressing the down button. "Besides, when you told me that you locked Luo Fei in that small storage room, I already knew that Luo Fei understood his mistake."

  "What did you say?"

  "According to Lu Fei's temperament, if he didn't want to, even if it meant beating everyone up and running away, he wouldn't let you lock him up. He was willing to listen to your words, not eating or drinking, without a word of protest against the illegal detention, only for one reason," said Li Jin, "he knew he was in the wrong."

  The wicked will be punished by the wicked, and Bei's reputation has been thoroughly discredited.

  He lifted his head, as if waking up from a dream, and suddenly realized that he had been following Li Jin's footsteps all the way, and had already arrived in front of the elevator.

  "Where are you going?" asked Beifong.

  "Go back." Li Jin muttered as he counted the numbers going up on the elevator, "Back to Li Yi Heng's place."

  "Mr. Li..." Bei Fuming shifted his gaze from the elevator numbers, his carefree expression finally settling into a serious profile, "Li Jin, I have something to ask you."