Seven-page Love Letter

Chapter 525 - 353: Gan Yanyu’s Hypocritical Mask?_4

Chapter 525: Chapter 353: Gan Yanyu’s Hypocritical Mask?_4


How is this embarrassing?


Thinking of this, Lin Tian found it amusing.


Damn it!


Our family’s Gan is top-notch at playing the cello, her performance skills are first-rate, beating those old losers in their twenties and thirties at the age of 18!


What’s wrong with wanting to win a championship?


Is this something shameful?


If you have the skill, you should compete!


We just want to be the world’s greatest cellist!


And just now,


Gan was struggling internally because she couldn’t quite put aside the win or loss of the competition.


All of this is Lin Tian’s responsibility.


Gan Yanyu can’t face her inner self, so she needs Lin Tian’s help.


Please!


Wanting to win the championship to prove Gan Yanyu is the strongest is super cool, isn’t it?!


....


Lin Tian should have thought of this earlier.


Because,


"Moonlight" is such a piece.


True classical music is never an emotional recliner, but a codebook that requires active decryption.


Breaking the stereotype of equating "Moonlight" with "beautiful" and "healing," restore its essence as a metaphor for modernity’s dilemmas.


Just like—


The souls dancing with masks in Verlaine’s poetry,


What it reflects is the depiction of people’s masks versus their true selves.


Only when the performer is willing to take off the mask of defense and face their inner feelings.


Then, he is qualified, he is capable.


To perfectly interpret the piece "Moonlight".


"....."


In Gan Yanyu’s still-dazed gaze,


Lin Tian stuffed an entire unfinished sundae into his mouth, almost letting the ice cream slip out due to the cold.


Covering his mouth with his hand, after swallowing the ice cream with effort, Lin Tian stood up and grabbed Gan Yanyu’s arm,


"Let’s go, time to head back!"


"Go... where?"


"To rehearse!"


Lin Tian’s lips curled up,


"At the competition, let’s show those old men targeting us our unwavering determination!"


...


...


Sunny day.


The sun shines brightly, and the gentle breeze is refreshing and pleasing.


A great day to go out.


Christine Nannali picked up her cello and stepped out of the apartment room.


As soon as she exited the hotel building, she was surrounded by a large group of bodyguards in black suits.


They all stood on either side of the hotel’s staircase.


They all bowed together—


"My Lady!"


Passersby on the street were startled by the scene, quickened their pace, and some even thought it was a filming scene and curiously took out their phones to take pictures.


Nannali only gave a faint glance, turned around and was about to leave.


However, along with these black-suited bodyguards came,


A black sedan.


Stopped at the end of the staircase, although the windows were not open, a shadow of a blonde woman could be vaguely seen inside.


An elderly man with white hair and glasses got out of the front passenger seat and trotted to Nannali’s side.


Respectfully said:


"Miss, please get in the car, we will personally take you to the competition venue...."


"Putting up such a grand display to block me, just to give me a ride?" Nannali sneered.


"This..."


The butler never expected Nannali to have this attitude, he quickly said,


"Before the competition starts, Madam wants to have a word with you..."


"No need."


Nannali said,


"Whatever it is, talk about it after the competition."


"The venue is close, I’ll walk there myself."


With that, Nannali strode forward.


"This... this....."


The butler was dumbfounded.


He never anticipated that the former obedient and rule-abiding young lady would be so bold now, on the land of Tian Chao.


He turned his head, looking at the car, wanting to confirm the woman’s state.


However, at that moment, Nannali happened to arrive in front of the black car.


The girl simply glanced inside through the blurry window.


Then turned around, bypassing it, and walked in another direction.


The butler hurried to the car’s rear window.


He squatted down, looked up, the window slowly opened, and he hurriedly said,


"Miss, she..."


"Let her go," the woman interrupted the butler.


Her face darkened, and she also sneered—a look very similar to Nannali’s.


"I would very much like to know, who gave her such courage."


"Anyway, after today’s competition, her journey in Tian Chao should conclude."