With various thoughts swirling, I closed my eyes.
...
...
Morning.
The alarm rang, and Lin Tian reached out to turn it off.
Lin Tian sat up in bed in a daze, trying to clear his head.
Today,
is the biennial national cello competition Dragon Violin Cup finals.
It’s a very important day for all cellists and even music enthusiasts.
Just standing up from bed and taking the first breath of air, Lin Tian couldn’t help but feel a wave of nervousness.
Lin Tian opened his phone and saw the first ssage was from Gan Yanyu, sent 30 minutes ago.
[Today you need to put on makeup early. I’ll go to the venue first, you can sleep a bit more and co over when you wake up.]
Seeing this ssage,
all the mories of last night flooded back in an instant.
This girl...
Lin Tian shook his head with a helpless smile.
She still isn’t ready to talk to , huh.
But co to think of it, Gan Yanyu probably didn’t sleep well last night either.
Lin Tian quickly got out of bed and changed clothes.
As an accompanist, actually, Lin Tian had very little preparation to do. Most early departures for competitions were to accommodate Gan Yanyu.
Since Gan Yanyu was already at the venue, Lin Tian didn’t rush and ordered a hotel breakfast delivery.
After finishing breakfast and seeing the ti was just right to head over now.
Lin Tian put down the dishes and left the room.
...
As usual, Lin Tian stood in front of the apartnt building and hailed a ride-hailing car.
Shortly after, the car arrived, stopping across the street.
Lin Tian walked forward, and at the sa ti, his phone rang.
It was a ssage back from He Zhichen.
[This doesn’t seem like sothing Mr. Gan would do.]
[Didn’t you ask her directly?]
Lin Tian replied decisively:
[No.]
Yeah, He Zhichen wasn’t wrong.
Gan Yanyu... what exactly is she thinking?
At this mont, Lin Tian was lost in thought again.
Although Lin Tian had drawn many conclusions yesterday.
But on closer thought, would Gan Yanyu really have such girlish thoughts?
After all, Lin Tian knew too well how important dreams were to Gan Yanyu.
... After all, crossing that line would only hinder their pursuit of dreams.
Lin Tian stared at his phone, deepening his frown.
Suddenly,
a beam of light from a speeding car beside him shone on his profile.
Lin Tian turned his head, eyes widening.
"Damn."
Bang—
...
...
Baijing International Music Hall.
Backstage, in the public lounge and makeup area.
Under the makeup artist sister’s hands, Gan Yanyu finished tidying her look.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Gan Yanyu spun around twice, satisfied.
"You’re truly beautiful, Teacher Gan Yanyu."
The makeup artist sister bead with a radiant smile,
"You’re the most beautiful cellist I’ve ever seen!"
"Thank you."
Gan Yanyu replied politely.
"Looking this pretty, you must have many admirers, right?"
The makeup artist seed to get more into it as she spoke, suddenly raising her eyebrows and gossiping,
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
"Sort of... no..."
Although similar topics often popped up online, in real life, Gan Yanyu rarely encountered such questions and suddenly didn’t know how to answer.
If she deceived the other woman here, it wouldn’t seem right either.
Then, staring at herself in the mirror, Gan Yanyu beca a bit absent-minded.
Yesterday’s events were still vivid.
—After going back, what did Lin Tian think? Did he understand what I ant?
"What does ’sort of, no’ an? Does that an Teacher Gan Yanyu has soone in her heart?"
The makeup artist continued gossiping,
"Is it perhaps your pianist partner? I saw online there was a lot of discussion... Have you two secretly gotten together?"
"We haven’t."
Suddenly, Gan Yanyu turned her head.
The makeup artist was a bit startled, looking at Gan Yanyu, surprisingly finding this young woman unexpectedly serious at this mont. She looked into her eyes and said:
"But we will definitely get married."
"Definitely."
This competition marks the beginning.
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