Su Wan just listened quietly like this. Such a glamorous identity is not sothing one can easily obtain; a minute on stage requires ten years of hard work off stage. It’s just that Fu Weiheng’s effort and dedication were beyond her imagination—she wasn’t even one-tenth of him.
"When my parents sent him to learn the violin, they hoped it could ease his mood and cultivate his interests and skills. But unexpectedly, it beca the source of his heavy pressure. He was really crazy, that persistent and unyielding nature—who knows who he inherited it from. Four years ago, at the last stop of the orchestra’s tour, in London." Fu Weijin tilted his head slightly, looking serious. "Do you know what happened that day at the London Grand Theater?"
Su Wan was slightly stunned.
Fu Weijin choked up slightly: "At the end of the performance, Neil, exhausted, missed his step as he was exiting the stage and fell. Later, he was taken to the hospital, and the doctor said sleep deprivation led to physical weakness, and hitting the back of his head caused a mild concussion."
Su Wan was shocked, her heart filled with a sour feeling, unable to speak for a while.
"Neil recuperated in the hospital for a whole month, and Grandfather rushed from the United States to London upon hearing the news. Later, citing health reasons, Grandfather forcefully demanded that Neil take over the Endless Group as the heir. Once Grandfather spoke, even if Neil had a million reasons not to, he wouldn’t disobey. Actually, we all know Grandfather wanted Neil to change his lifestyle. Four years have passed, and Neil indeed no longer puts as much pressure on himself as before, but in his heart, he might still have so things he can’t let go of; otherwise, he wouldn’t have spent so much effort on H&Y in these four years." At the red light, Fu Weijin slowly stopped the car. "Wanwan, telling you so much is not to make you sympathize with him or feel sorry for him; it’s to let you know that, for soone as proud and persistent as him, paying so much attention to you ans that, in his heart, you are special."
Su Wan was silent.
The traffic light turned green, Fu Weijin shifted gears, and drove back onto the road, "Wanwan, even if there’s nothing more, I’m happy that Neil has made a friend like you because he indeed has changed a lot during this ti."
...
That night, lying on the dormitory bed, Fu Weijin’s words kept repeating in Su Wan’s mind, and for a ti, her heart was in turmoil. For Fu Weiheng, it seed there was always a spot in her heart reserved for him.
Sotis, she would worry.
Unconsciously, she would wonder what he was doing at that mont, and she wasn’t sure if she was special to Fu Weiheng, nor would she make wild guesses. But at least, as an ordinary friend, she genuinely enjoyed her ti with Fu Weiheng.
Four years ago in London, if it weren’t for her mother’s situation, she had intended to go to Fu Weiheng’s concert that year.
In June of that year, standing in front of the fence outside her mother’s residence, she imdiately saw the happiness on her mother’s face in the garden, and the lively, adorable boy reveling at her mother’s knee.
Behind them was a tall chestnut tree, and a gentle breeze suddenly arose, blowing a few green leaves that lightly fell at her feet.
At that mont, she just found it all exceptionally dazzling.
She had never seen her mother smile, and even the monts spent living with her mother were pitifully few.
Clearly, that was also her mother.
...
Later, the trip was delayed, and she didn’t make it to the concert. The ticket is still sitting at her ho in Yi City. Actually, even if she had gone to the concert back then, they probably wouldn’t have t—he on stage, she off stage, separated by such a distance, how could they have possibly crossed paths?
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