Everyone felt that Brando's funeral should be grand.
All leaders from Spain came. They wanted to make this funeral very historic. Everyone in the international music industry also came. They felt that Brando's departure should be done in a very sacred way, with piano.
Family members are also standing here. They hope to have a serious farewell to the body. Some even think that the great Brando should be placed in the International Concert Hall so that his body can be admired by everyone until
future……
after all!
The end of a master will be spectacular, and will end with everyone crying, remembering, and mourning.
The next step is to spread the praises throughout the ages.
In fact, when everyone was discussing how to hold this grand funeral and everyone was meeting all night long, no one expected that at noon the next day, Lu Yuan would walk out holding the ashes in his own hands...
There was no warning, and no one was told, not even the Spanish official, the international piano circle, the world music community...
Except for a few people in Vienna and Edward and others, no one else knows what happened...
He was sent to the hospital last night and turned into ashes this morning.
Cremation is popular in China, but not in other countries.
Brando's body turned into...
Ashes?
What do you think Brando is?
Who do you think Brando is?
Is he just a random person from China?
Why……
Say nothing?
After seeing this scene, everyone was so angry!
Even if everyone thinks Lu Yuan is Brando's entruster, they are still angry.
Someone rushed over to question Lu Yuan on the spot.
"Brando left the world standing, which is where his spirit lies. How could you just leave him..."
"Because of this, do you want him to lie in a small place all the time?"
"Your box, you are not..."
"No...this is only temporary."
After Lu Yuan questioned these people, he looked up at the sky and shook his head.
Then, Bruce hurriedly ran over from behind and made all the wishes and instructions in Brando's suicide note public to the world.
Bruce picked up the paper with tears in his eyes.
"Music is free, so I pursue freedom. I can't bear to be buried deep in the ground and have my body rotting and being climbed by maggots. I don't want to stay in a transparent place and let myself be seen by everyone like a specimen.
I don’t even want to see too many funerals held for me. I don’t like this..."
"I was born into this world poor and with nothing. When I leave this world, I should be like this..."
"If I leave, I hope I can turn into ashes, and then along the Rhine River, I can see many people, look at their expressions, look at the city where they are, look at the night and dawn, look at
The forests and lakes eventually drifted into the distance..."
"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 stressful for you, but please..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
When reading this paragraph, everyone was stunned.
All the anger towards Lu Yuan disappeared at this time.
Then, they subconsciously looked at the small box in Lu Yuan's hand.
There was endless respect in their hearts.
perhaps……
This is the final destination of a master.
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noon.
The sun is shining brightly.
Vienna, which was originally noisy, became extremely quiet at this moment.
Piano trees were set up on the bank of the Rhine River, and on both sides of the bank, all the top pianists in the world were present.
All the media in the world and all the top documentary directors are here. In addition, big figures from various countries are also present.
This is indeed a very historic scene.
When the sun was shining brightest, Lu Yuan held the urn in his hand, then slowly picked up a handful of ashes and sprinkled them into the Rhine River.
The ashes floated in the wind, and finally fell gently into the Rhine River and drifted down...
Edward's piano sounded in the distance.
This is Edward's most famous piano piece "Farewell"...
This is not a golden hall, nor is it a very high-end and luxurious place. However, when Edward played the piano music again, he suddenly felt that his whole body was filled with endless emotions.
At the same time, the memory of Brando slowly emerged in his mind, and the sad piano music drifted into the distance along with the Rhine River.
After Edward finished, Jester began to play his "Funeral March"...
The thoughts of recollection are followed by endless thoughts, and I look at the scattered ashes in silence and relief.
He felt this was the best way to remember Brando.
After Jester ended, Kennedy's piano also sounded...
It seems very far away, far away...
Along with the ashes floating into the distance, the piano music also gradually drifted into the distance.
Along the way, the sound was all the sound of the piano, from near to far, until the end of the Rhine River in Vienna. Looking from a distance, I actually saw pieces of shimmering scales...
Lu Yuan looked at this grand occasion that he had never encountered before, his eyes were slightly blurred, and then he wiped his tears.
Old man!
Have a good trip!
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Great things gradually come to an end.
What is praised will last forever.
The moment when Lu Yuan scattered his ashes on the Rhine River was photographed by all the media. At the same time, the photos of all the international pianists performing the program were also recorded by the media.
Throughout the day, the entire international media was filled with various reports about the funeral. 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, there was nothing he could do.
After all, this incident was so big that it caused a sensation in the entire world. After Lu Yuan experienced "Symphony of Destiny" and "Blue Danube", he was promoted to the altar by the international community...
certainly.
Lu Yuan didn't care about these.
After the funeral, Lu Yuan and Wang Jinxue applied for a charity organization in Brando's name. Except for the manuscripts and all the books left by Brando during his lifetime, Lu Yuan and Wang Jinxue transferred all of Brando's belongings to him.
The assets were placed in a charity, and the charity was handed over to Bruce...
Although Brando's will stated that he would inherit part of his assets to Lu Yuan, Lu Yuan did not take any money from Brando.
He felt that the money was meaningless, and he shouldn't take Brando's money.
As for those manuscripts...
Lu Yuan planned to keep it for Brando for the time being and would not let anyone else destroy it.
After handling Brando's follow-up matters, Lu Yuan and Wang Jinxue left Spain and returned to China.
When Lu Yuan first arrived in China, an internationally renowned writer named Const followed him closely.
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"Mr. Lu Yuan, please introduce yourself. My name is Tandine Const. I am a writer."
"ah?"
"Five years ago, I visited Mr. Brando. At that time, Mr. Brando and I made 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 have occasionally corresponded with Mr. Brando and asked him about his current situation. During this concert, I sat in Brando’s room.
The third place on the multilateral..."
"Mr. Const..." Lu Yuan muttered the name. He felt that the name was very familiar, but for a while he couldn't figure out why it was so familiar.
"Well, Mr. Lu Yuan, I hope you can believe me. This is the letter between me and him. Of course, there is also a recording of the call. In addition, there is also a photo of us..." Const saw Lu Yuan's confusion.
Afterwards, I pushed up my glasses carefully and took out a stack of information from my bag.
"I asked Mr. Bruce first..." Although Lu Yuan believed the information for quite a while after seeing it, he did not agree. Instead, he called Bruce in Spain.
After receiving Bruce's confirmation, Lu Yuan turned around and looked at Const seriously and nodded.
"Mr. Const, okay! Mr. Brando is a respected master. I hope..."
"Mr. Lu Yuan, I will not disappoint Mr. Brando's expectations. In fact, except for the last step, Mr. Brando's biography is almost completed..." Constant smiled and then made a serious promise.
.
"oh."
"Mr. Lu Yuan, actually, when I come here this time, I have another thing to ask you for."
"Ah? Another thing? What is it?"
"Mr. Lu Yuan, I wonder if I would be honored to help you write a biography about yourself?"
"Ah? Me?" When Lu Yuan heard this, he was stunned.
He pointed to his nose.
"Yes, you! Your experience is more legendary than anyone else's. After your "Symphony of Destiny", I believe many people will ask you to write a biography, but I very much hope to have this honor...
…”
"No, no, no... I'm still alive and well! No need..."
"The biography was not written after death. I hope you know..."
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no..."
"..."
When Lu Yuan heard the word "biography", he immediately felt jealous.
Are you kidding...
This thing...
That’s very wrong!
"Mr. Lu Yuan, let's make an agreement, okay?"
"Promise?"
"In October this year, I will win the Nobel Prize for Literature. After winning the Nobel Prize for Literature, I hope I can be qualified, okay?"
"Ah? Nobel Prize for Literature?" When Lu Yuan heard this...
He suddenly froze.
He suddenly remembered.
This Const is a famous writer in the United States, and his works are nominated for the Nobel Prize for Literature every year...
And then every year...
Are you all going to run with me?
"I have a dream, that is, I hope that I can write a world famous biography in my lifetime. The Nobel Prize in Literature is just a qualification to prove myself..." After seeing Lu Yuan's silence, Const was deeply moved.
I took a breath and looked out the window...
He began to talk to Lu Yuan about his dreams when he was young.
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When Const just walked out of the "remote entertainment" and was about to get in the car, another Volkswagen stopped in front of him.
Then...
A middle-aged man walked down.
"Mr. Const, if you need any information, you can always ask me for information."
"You are..."
"I am Lu Yuan's father!"
"Ah? You are..."
"right!"
"Okay, thank you!"
"Mr. Const..."
"What?"
"This year's Nobel Prize for Literature, I think the final winner is you!"