Xiang Weimin wasn't willing to let off Hyson so easily this ti around, he
looked seriously at Hyson and said, "I answered your question seriously.
Shouldn't you reciprocate?"
"But I'm also serious," said Hyson.
"Becoming an idol wasn't your dream?" asked Xiang Weimin.
Hyson shrugged nonchalantly, "It's a dream. So what if it's not mine?" He
suddenly covered his mouth and yawned before continuing, "I never had
dreams, Ge."
"[ heard you're a piano prodigy in your childhood," ntioned Xiang Weimin.
"What about that? That wasn't a dream? You could beco a fad pianist with
your talent and hold concerts all over the world."
"Piano..." Hyson's eyes dimd when he repeated that word.
That change didn't go unnoticed. Xiang Weimin could tell there was a story
there so he asked, "What about piano?"
Hyson looked at him but didn't answer.
"What? Not willing to speak or don't want to share it with ?"
Hyson pressed his lips together before shaking his head, "I usually don't like
talking about such things. It doesn't suit my sunshine image." Xiang Weimin
raised his brow at him while Hyson went on, "But I think I can tell you about it.
After all, we share a deeper bond."
"We do?"
"Ge, we almost died together," reminded Hyson. "That accounts for sothing,
no?"
"Should I feel honored that you're willing to share your secrets with
because we almost went to see the king of hell together?"
"I think you should be honored," replied Hyson solemnly. "After all, not
everyone gets to know about this."
Xiang Weimin shook his head and patted Hyson's head, "Stop distracting .
And tell what's up?"
Hyson stopped smiling and looked away from him. He was looking at the fruit
plate but his eyes weren't focused as he spoke, "I have a very complicated
relationship with the piano. I love it and I hate it equally."
"Why?"
"When I was young, I loved it because wherever my mum played the piano, it
felt like the gloomy air around her would magically disappear. Only a warm
halo would be left that made feel warm. That made want to get close to
her. It was a wonderful feeling," stated Hyson. He looked up at Xiang Weimin
again and added, "You see, people called a prodigy but they didn't know
that my mum was even better than . Her fingers truly belonged on those
black and white keys."
Xiang Weimin listened attentively. He didn't know much about Hyson's
childhood. He only learned the most basic things. And most of it was after the
ti he t Raelle. Before that, what kind of a life he lived or what kind of a
person he was, no one talked about it. Not even Hyson. It was like he wanted to
keep those years locked up sowhere and never recall it.
Whenever he spoke about his mories it was like his mory only began
from the mont he t Raelle. But what about before that?
Knowing that Yue Yue left with nothing back then already made it clear to
Xiang Weimin that Hyson or Yue Yue didn't have an easy life in those years. But
none of them liked to talk about that.
“And why do you hate it?" asked Xiang Weimin in a soft voice.
"Because of the sa mother of mine," answered Hyson smiling bitterly. "You
do know that we lived in a remote village back then right?" Xiang Weimin
nodded his head and seeing that Hyson continued, "There weren't that many
rich people in that village. But only a couple of them. One of them had kids my
age in their family and hired my mum as a piano teacher. It was exactly that
ti when I learned to play the piano since we couldn't afford it. That family
was very kind actually and they taught their kids very well. However, I hated it
when those kids looked at my mother with those pitiful eyes. No matter how
nice they were, they couldn't hide the fact that they felt bad for their piano
teacher who couldn't speak but was astonishingly talented. Although the logic
is twisted, I still hated piano instead of those kids. Because even until now, I'd
say that they were one of the rare kind people I ca across at that age."
Xiang Weimin didn't speak anything. He didn't even know what he could say.
He felt very uncomfortable just listening to it for so reason. He could hear
the helplessness in Hyson's voice and one won't be able to find it that often. He
was right. Talking about this really ruined his sunshine image.
But from this, he understood that Hyson hated it when people pitied his
mother's disability. He hated it when people said his mother was different.
Because even back then, Hyson didn't think there was anything wrong with his
mother. He proudly showed off that his mother was more talented than others.
But so what if he never felt inferior? It wouldn't stop Yue Yue from feeling
inferior and hiding in a shell.
"Ge, are you feeling bad for as well?"
Xiang Weimin shook his head, "No way. You have an amazing mother. Why
would I pity you? Do you think I'm ina position to pity you when my mother
didn't even have ti for all her life? The relationship between and my
mother is like that of two people who respect each other and admire each
other. Yours is like that of a friend, a son, and sotis you even act like her
father."
"I'm not that old," grumbled Hyson. "How can I play the role of her father?" He
paused before adding, "But you know, I have another reason to love piano."
"What is it?"
"The piano beca the bridge that allowed to cross the distance of
thousands of miles between and Ellie. It allowed to find my best friend.
It allowed to find a family. It also allowed to find a ho."
Xiang Weimin smiled knowingly and patted his head lovingly, "It's your will
that brought you where you are. The rest are just ans. What's ant to be
yours, will be yours eventually.."
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