Chapter 575: Chapter 381 The Cellist Who Dedicated a Lifetime to "Feelings
After He Zhichen left,
at this moment in the room, the sound of deep breathing was clearly audible from the surroundings.
....
All the people present were evidently veteran artists.
Could they really get stage fright from such a public performance?
Lin Tian thought about it and found it understandable.
While it wasn’t a competition, it was a very important performance in various senses.
Not only was it an ensemble of classical and pop music, it was also a platform where they hoped to have close dialogue with the fans.
The dialogue was coming,
could you not be nervous?
And with the recent online debates.
It could almost be said to be an ensemble that risked the reputation of the musicians.
Next, they would face fans who were bewildered and angry, and their performance would, in essence, be a dialogue with the fans.
If they couldn’t calm this storm, they would inevitably face backlash.
...
At this moment,
Lin Tian noticed Mao Weiang bowing his head in contemplation, seemingly muttering something.
Then, Mao Weiang took out a bottle of medicine from the bag he carried with him, took two pills, and drank a sip of water.
Lin Tian looked at him, and Mao Weiang, noticing the boy’s gaze, was startled, then raised his head and smiled politely yet elegantly.
"To be safe, I always take medicine before every performance to avoid any accidents," Mao Weiang explained.
"Is it true you only have five months left?"
Lin Tian asked.
"Yes, I got checked at two different hospitals, and they both gave the same result."
"Is that so..."
Lin Tian recalled that ensemble a few days ago.
Seeing Mao Weiang so angry, roaring at Bai Junze, he had also been taken aback.
Ordinarily, Mao Weiang didn’t at all seem like someone with only five months left to live.
Because he was still very earnestly doing everything.
Whether it was a competition or this ensemble.
He was always wholeheartedly dedicated to it, as if he had forgotten everything unrelated.
That’s why Lin Tian couldn’t help but ask if it was really only five months left.
Because he seemed to be a bit too focused.
Putting oneself in such a perspective,
if you only had five months left to live, what would you want to do?
Lin Tian thought about it.
If he had to choose a way to die.
He’d rather be exhausted into a mummy by Gan Yanyu for five days and nights.
.....
"Mr. Lin Tian."
Mao Weiang suddenly spoke,
"Thank you for agreeing to this absurd ensemble of mine."
"Isn’t it a bit too early to express thanks now?"
Lin Tian said,
"The outcome is still unpredictable."
"Regardless of the result, I have to thank you."
Mao Weiang nodded slightly and chuckled,
"During this time, under your guidance, I have learned a lot....."
"I wouldn’t dare to call it teaching, just guidance, guidance."
Lin Tian corrected.
He considered himself just a pianist, not capable of teaching a cellist.
Over these days, he more so played the role of helping them find problems—always like a doctor.
To be honest, both of them had some mental issues, and Lin Tian struggled quite a bit because of it.
But if anyone could be called their teacher.
Then that would only be Gan Yanyu.
....
"Mr. Lin Tian, when did you first fall in love with classical music?"
Out of nowhere, Mao Weiang suddenly asked this question.
"Me?"
Lin Tian thought about it.
If you’re asking him, then he might be an authority on that question.
Since Lin Tian had only been involved in music for about a year.
Initially, he really just saw music as a tool to make a fortune.
Because of the opportunity to meet Gan Yanyu, he got bound with this partner.
So, it’s probably related to that, and subsequent tasks were all related to music.
To Lin Tian at that time, as long as it was a system task, not just music, but even something unrelated, he’d do it.
Just like one of the alternative plans.
Was to be the manager of Golden Footprint’s main hall, the legend of Foot Washing City.
If it could lead to the pinnacle of life, Lin Tian wouldn’t reject it.
So, when did he start to like it?
Lin Tian now recalls.
It wasn’t the first meeting with Gan Yanyu on the rooftop.
Nor the first time Gan Yanyu played the cello for him alone at Lin Tian’s home.
Thinking about it now,
it was probably that afternoon.
When Gan Yanyu had an asthma attack, and Lin Tian carried her upstairs.
Came to her house for the first time.
After taking her medicine, Gan Yanyu lay on the sofa.
And Lin Tian sat on a rocking chair near the balcony.
The gramophone played the classical music tapes that Gan Yanyu had listened to since childhood.
Lin Tian still remembers, at that time, Gan Yanyu proudly introduced her favorite one:
Harvey’s Concerto No. 3 in D major. An ensemble of piano, violin, and cello.
That entire afternoon, the two said nothing.
They just bathed in the music from the gramophone, intertwined with the gears of time, and slept until dusk.
Even though Lin Tian later began to emphasize the dream of "spreading classical music well to everyone."
But the first time he began to seriously appreciate classical music was that time.
At that time, Lin Tian just thought...
Classical music was quite interesting.
It wasn’t hard to understand why Gan Yanyu was so obsessed with it.
"....."
Lin Tian condensed the story into a summary and told Mao Weiang.
Mao Weiang wore a face of indulgence and enjoyment.
"How wonderful....."