"Then you really need to get used to it," Lin Tian said.
"Huh?"
Gan Yanyu snapped out of her thoughts, not quite understanding.
"I’ve held this hand, and I’m not letting go," Lin Tian grinned.
As the traffic light turned green, the crowd around them surged forward like a tide, pushing Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu along the crosswalk.
They kept holding hands tightly and were not swept away by the flow of people.
...
...
So,
what’s the deal with Mr. Tuoba’s challenge?
Back at the apartnt, Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu recalled what Tuoba Jianhui said earlier this morning.
An ensemble duel?
Tuoba Jianhui ant that Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu would have to compete against Tuoba Jianhui and another cellist.
Only by defeating them can they go to the Keller Cup.
Lin Tian covered his forehead, feeling a bit troubled.
No way,
compete with Tuoba Jianhui?
Who is the other cellist?
What is certain is that it’s definitely a seasoned cellist, most likely an exceptional musician from Tuoba Jianhui’s ti.
Two seasoned music veterans are going to compete against Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu, two young folks?
Isn’t this bullying?
Lin Tian didn’t quite understand the purpose of Tuoba Jianhui’s challenge.
But he knew that this would definitely be a tough battle.
Tuoba Jianhui didn’t achieve his eminent status overnight.
Twenty years ago, when he was young, he was also a "Lin Tian," a "Gan Yanyu," a musician hailed as a genius.
A battle between a 60-year-old and 19-year-olds?
Hiss—
Lin Tian pondered.
If we compete with the old man Tuoba.
Strength aside, given his age, his playing state might not be as good as in his younger years.
But the pressure alone is enough to make Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu sweat.
That’s the real challenge of this "competition."
They have to face the oppressive aura of senior musicians.
"...."
"Who is the cellist Tuoba ntioned? Do you have any clues?" Lin Tian asked Gan Yanyu.
Gan Yanyu was quite familiar with these musicians and those from Tuoba Jianhui’s generation.
"I don’t know...."
Gan Yanyu rubbed her chin, thinking seriously,
"Including grandpa, I rember most of the cellists around Mr. Tuoba have disappeared from the scene."
"Disappeared...?"
Lin Tian thought about it and agreed.
Take Sir Gan for instance, he hasn’t played the cello for 16 years and has blended into ordinary life, starting a new career (coffee) as a cellist.
In the eyes of the world, he’s probably considered "disappeared."
It’s just that, being in this circle, Lin Tian always felt Sir Gan’s presence around.
....
Lin Tian looked at Gan Yanyu.
In another 30 years, 50 years.
Will he and Gan Yanyu also beco invisible to the world?
"How is Tuoba’s playing ability?" Lin Tian asked.
Logically, a world-class musician like Tuoba Jianhui should have top-notch musical understanding and considerable instruntal skills.
Soone who can command a group of outstanding musicians, imposing his ideas on an orchestra.
The person standing on the conductor’s podium must also be an exceptionally skilled musician.
Without even thinking, it’s clear that Tuoba Jianhui’s musical capability is extraordinary.
However, Lin Tian wasn’t sure just how extraordinary it was.
"I don’t know."
Gan Yanyu shook her head again,
"Although I really like Mr. Tuoba’s works, I’ve never seen him play; I only know he’s quite skilled at the piano."
"Piano, huh...."
This fits.
Tuoba Jianhui is going to directly face Lin Tian.
They have to compete not just in piano skills but also in musical understanding and expression.
And Gan Yanyu’s opponent is another cellist.
Just as Tuoba Jianhui said.
If Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu can’t defeat them here, they won’t achieve anything even if they go to the Keller Cup.
As inheritors,
They must first bear the weight of that legacy.
"..."
Thinking of this, Lin Tian’s eyes gradually brightened.
"Is this their purpose?"
Lin Tian murmured,
"By competing with us, they want us to understand the so-called ’weight’ of classical music he talks about....."
This old man has really gone to great lengths for this purpose.
Lin Tian chuckled.
He wasn’t afraid, eager to use the competition opportunity to completely defeat him in an ensemble, to the point that this 60-year-old couldn’t lift his head in front of him.
Careful not to lose your dignity in your old age.
Thinking of this, Lin Tian began to get a bit excited.
Finally, a chance to thoroughly teach this arrogant old man a lesson, and he couldn’t wait for it.
"..."
Though Lin Tian still couldn’t grasp the full aning of Tuoba Jianhui’s words,
He had to admit that Tuoba Jianhui’s challenge indeed gave him so motivation.
While Lin Tian was deep in thought, he suddenly realized he seed to be talking to himself the whole ti.
Wasn’t soone missing by his side?
Lin Tian turned his head and discovered.
At that mont, Gan Yanyu was staring blankly at a spot, expressionless, seemingly lost in thought.
"Little Gan?"
"Yanyu-chan!"
Lin Tian called loudly, and Gan Yanyu suddenly jolted awake, then tilted her head at Lin Tian,
"What kind of na is Yanyu-chan?"
"It ans I find you very cute."
Lin Tian didn’t want to explain the origin of such terms to Gan Yanyu now, since it was obviously beyond her understanding.
"What were you daydreaming about?"
"I was thinking about grandpa."
Gan Yanyu lowered her head, pondering,
"It feels like since grandpa ca to Baijing, he’s changed a lot...."
"Changed a lot?"
Lin Tian couldn’t quite get it.
In his eyes, the fact that Sir Gan could play the cello was already beyond his imagination.
But his interaction with Sir Gan remained as it always was.....
"Now isn’t the ti to think about that."
Lin Tian gently ruffled Gan Yanyu’s hair, saying softly,
"We need to think about how to win against Tuoba in the performance."
How to defeat Tuoba Jianhui has now beco Lin Tian’s number one concern.
After all, the opponent is a top-notch world conductor.
If Gan Yanyu is a student guided by Lin Tian,
Then Tuoba Jianhui has personally trained and raised many musicians.
It’s like Lin Tian is rely a one-on-one tutor, while Tuoba Jianhui is of principal caliber.
"I think both grandpa and Mr. Tuoba have already told us the way to beat him."
Gan Yanyu said.
"A heart of respect?"
Lin Tian’s thoughts drifted back to this issue.
Earlier, both Sir Gan and Tuoba Jianhui spoke in riddles, making it hard to understand.
In Lin Tian’s understanding,
What they seed to be expressing is that "playing classical music" is sothing to be taken absolutely seriously.
And in their eyes, Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu aren’t "serious" enough yet.
It’s quite perplexing.
What exactly counts as "serious enough"?
"Maybe Mr. Tuoba hopes we can use what he taught us to defeat them," Gan Yanyu said.
"...."
Lin Tian remained silent for a mont, then finally made up his mind and stood up.
"Let’s play a piece of music."
"Huh, huh?" Gan Yanyu looked up, staring dumbfounded at Lin Tian.
"If we just sit here and muse over theories, we’ll never understand anything."
Lin Tian said,
"Coincidentally, I have a new piece that’s been ready for a while, and I haven’t had the chance to try it with you."
"A, a new piece?"
It was so sudden.
The full na—Bach ’Prelude in C Major.’
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