In the car heading to your destination. Gan Yanyu clenched his fist with one hand, and kept writing and drawing on his thigh with the other hand, and then pinched his thigh. This scene stunned Lin Tian on the side. "What are you doing?" "Ah?" Gan Yanyu's pretty face turned slightly red after being caught in the act, and she shrank her head in embarrassment. "When I'm nervous, I draw five-pointed stars on my legs." "What about pinching it?" "Refresh the artboard." "6."
It seems that Gan Yanyu's device also has a strict system operation. I just don’t know if it would still work properly if someone else was in charge. At noon today, in order to promise Gan Yanyu to meet the chairman of the music association, Lin Tian even gave up his precious lunch break and took a taxi to go with Gan Yanyu. "Are you that nervous?" Lin Tian asked. "I'm nervous for you!" "Are you nervous about me?" "The old gentleman is a conductor who has performed at the Royal Albert Hall." "What concert hall?" “Royal Albert Hall, London, England!” Gan Yanyu raised his index finger and said seriously, "Only world-class musicians are eligible to perform at London's Royal Albert Hall!" "oh." Although Lin Tian doesn't understand these names in the music industry, he can understand them to some extent. Just like when I watched Neon idol anime in the past, the idols in it often set "being able to hold a concert at Tokyo Dome" as their highest goal. However, things in the entertainment industry cannot be compared with world music. What the two pursue is not on the same level. “In addition to the Royal Albert Hall, there are also the Musikverein Hall in Vienna, the Berlin Philharmonic Concert Hall in Germany, and the Carnegie Hall in New York, USA. These places are all artistic in the eyes of every musician. The highest palace, those who can perform in these concert halls are very, very powerful musicians!” When Gan Yanyu mentioned these place names, his eyes were filled with fascination. Come to think of it, this is also Gan Yanyu’s dream as a cellist. "What about Uncle Gan? Has he been to these places?"
"No." Having said this, Gan Yanyu's eyes dimmed. "Grandpa, he had a chance to go, but after he was eliminated from the Cole Cup, he never performed again." "It's such a big blow." Lin Tian was a little hard to understand. Although he doesn't understand cello, he knows that there are many music competitions in the world, and even for cello, the Cole Cup is not the only one - even though it has the highest gold content. Moreover, even at the level of musicians, for people who engage in art, competition is not everything, right? "No." Gan Yanyu said softly, "Grandpa shouldn't have lost that year." "Why do you say that?" "He was drugged with something." Gan Yanyu was slightly excited and whispered: “During the entire competition, my grandpa’s health was always good, but on the morning of the competition, when he returned to the lounge after rehearsal, he started to vomit non-stop. He didn’t go to the hospital until after the competition and had his stomach evacuated. " "In this matter, the Flower Cello Association complained to the competition committee, and a team of experts from Vienna intervened in the investigation, but to no avail." This was something Lin Tian did not expect. All this time, he only knew that Uncle Gan was eliminated in the quarterfinals of the Cole Cup, but he didn't know that there was such a thing. However, when he searched for relevant news, he did not see any relevant reports. Thinking about it, this matter should have been suppressed. After all, the spread of an inconclusive investigation will not do any good to public opinion. No wonder Uncle Gan never played the cello again, but instead opened a coffee shop to support his retirement. Dao heart is broken. If it were me, I would show off too. So many years have passed in the blink of an eye, and the truth of sixteen years ago is no longer known. But this also became the reason why Gan Yanyu had to go to the Cole Cup. The girl turned her face sideways and looked out the car window. Word by word, he said softly: "If that day comes, I must go to Vienna to see it myself. I want to know what my grandfather went through at that time." Perhaps the long river of time has long since diluted everything, and the former participants, committees, and audiences of the competition may not remember this incident. However, the time of the person who was personally injured was stuck on that day sixteen years ago forever.
Looking at his grandfather who had become a vegetative state and could no longer move, Gan Yanyu couldn't let go of his obsession with the Cole Cup no matter what. Lin Tian can understand more or less. These musicians are paranoid about music. At the same time, he also became a little more curious about this old artist named Wan Qi. The car stopped in an old neighborhood. Knocking on the door, it was opened by a young man. "Hello." Gan Yanyu greeted politely, "We are looking for Mr. Wan Lao." "You must be Gan Yanyu and Lin Tian. The old man has been waiting for you for a long time." The young man said with a smile, then made a "please" gesture and welcomed the two people in. This is a house with a rather millennial feel, decorated in gray and blue tones, and a worn-out calendar hanging on the wall, which always reminds people of things like Dreamcore. As soon as he walked into the back room, Lin Tian saw a white-haired old man packing his things. "Hey! Yan Yu is here." The old man turned around and smiled immediately when he saw Gan Yanyu. "Teacher Wan." Gan Yanyu bowed respectfully. "Hey, how many times have I told you, don't do this with me? Don't do this with me. Your grandfather and I have been friends for many years! I watched you grow up!" Wan Qi looked extremely disgusted with Gan Yanyu's politeness and shook his hand desperately. He seems to be a very energetic old man, just like Uncle Gan. On the topic of Gan Yanyu, he resonated with Lin Tian very much. "How is your grandpa's health?" "It's still like that." A hint of bitterness appeared at the corner of Gan Yanyu's mouth. After hearing this, the old gentleman put down the books he was packing and sat down on the wooden rocking chair. He sighed heavily: "Hey! This old guy, let me just say that he is bored in that coffee shop every day, and all his luck is ruined! Now he's better, can he lie down?!" "." Seeing the atmosphere gradually becoming more solemn, Wan Qi picked up a big cigarette and lit it. "Let's not talk about this for now - Yan Yu, this one" He turned his attention to Lin Tian.
"He is Lin Tian." "Hello, old gentleman." Probably because he was infected by Gan Yanyu, Lin Tian also bowed respectfully. "Yes, yes! It's you who wrote the song "In Praise of Love", right?!" Wan Qi suddenly stood up from his chair and looked at Lin Tian excitedly. I couldn’t help but praise: "The future is promising, the future is promising!" "Come with me first!" After that, the old gentleman took the two people into the room. Turn on the lights. A piano lies quietly in the center of the room. "Young man, come and see!" Wan Qi called Lin Tian over and took him to feel the touch of the piano with his hands. "What do you think? If you don't dislike it, just move away!" "Move away?" Lin Tian was flattered. "This piano is my old friend. He has been with me for almost thirty years. Although I am quite reluctant to let go of it, Yan Yu has begged me for a long time, haha. In so many years, she has taken the initiative to find me just once. I always We can't let her down!" Wan Qi laughed heartily. Lin Tian turned his head in surprise and looked at Gan Yanyu. The girl quickly turned her face away, her tone was not serious, but she said extremely seriously: "Didn't you always worry about the piano? I was thinking that since we are partners, you can't always be the one giving, right?"