She quickly turned her body around, facing away from Gan Yanyu, hoping the queen would take her luggage and leave the lounge quickly.....
However,
just as Nannali was nervously staring at the floor.
A figure suddenly blocked her view.
Nannali’s heart skipped a beat, and she slowly raised her head.
Gan Yanyu tilted her head, looking at her curiously.
It was the queen!!!!
Nannali was shocked and quickly turned her little head away, tightly closing her eyes as if doing so would make everything disappear.
At this mont,
a soft sensation ca from the top of her head.
Curious, Nannali cautiously opened her eyes.
The "Glacier Queen" in front of her was gently stroking her head, speaking softly:
"I heard you can only speak Chinese, so I’ll speak Chinese with you.... It’s your first ti on stage, right?"
"If it’s your first ti on stage, feeling scared is normal. Don’t worry, as soon as you draw the bow, everything will be fine."
Gan Yanyu smiled sweetly.
"...."
Nannali was stunned.
The Glacier Queen... actually smiled... she can actually smile.
And her smile is so gentle... so beautiful...
Nannali looked into Gan Yanyu’s eyes, noticing that the lifeless pool had disappeared, replaced by a pair of eyes full of spirit.
How does she do it... just now, on stage...
Nannali curiously observed Gan Yanyu, a slight blush suddenly appearing on her delicate mixed-race face.
"I... I’m not nervous."
Nannali said, sowhat guiltily, averting her gaze.
Gan Yanyu held her hand over her chest, letting out a sigh of relief, and smiled, "That’s good."
"But, no matter what kind of difficulties you encounter, as long as you’re on stage, everything gets better," Gan Yanyu said, "For example, I’m actually terrified of the stage. Really scared to death, but every ti I pick up the cello, I forget everything behind . If I think about it afterwards, it’s actually just like that, right?..."
Even though she already "believed" in Nannali’s words, Gan Yanyu continued to provide guidance to Nannali with a bright smile, patiently sharing her feelings about performing on stage.
While speaking, Gan Yanyu’s expression suddenly changed slightly. She asked Nannali to wait a mont, then turned around to open the cello case, taking out a white bottle.
Nannali couldn’t make out the label and couldn’t guess what it was. Gan Yanyu walked a few steps out, took a capsule from the white bottle, put it in her mouth, and took a sip of water.
Nannali watched with wide eyes.
She noticed that at this mont, the girl’s eyes seed to return to the kind seen on stage.
Nannali suddenly recalled the "painful" and "struggling" expression on Gan Yanyu’s face before she started playing on stage just now....
It seed identical to the one she saw now.
Nannali’s pupils suddenly widened.
She suddenly thought:
This gentle Gan Yanyu now is the real her. And the Gan Yanyu on stage is also her.
It’s just that the girl in front of her seems to always be tornted by the stage.....
"Glacier" seems to have beco a tool to protect herself.
Only in rare monts does she reveal her true self...
When Gan Yanyu returned to Nannali again,
the blonde girl suddenly spoke:
"Why?"
"Hmm?"
"Why... couldn’t the performance just now be as gentle as it is now....."
Upon hearing this, Gan Yanyu froze.
Then, Nannali stood up from the chair and shouted at Gan Yanyu:
"You’re not like that, why use that chanical performance.... It’s impressive, but isn’t that not the real you!!"
Nannali stared intently at Gan Yanyu.
This lifelong enemy of her family, the woman her parents instructed her to definitely defeat.
She didn’t understand why Gan Yanyu turned out this way.
She clearly.....
Looks so beautiful when she smiles.
"...."
After a long silence, Gan Yanyu lowered her eyes, then lifted them again:
"Thank you for your suggestion."
"I’ll pay attention next ti."
Thank you — what does it an?
Does it an that in the future, she will perform like a queen?!!
"I’m Nannali, from the Nannali family."
Nannali clenched her fists and said seriously,
"I’m your rival! If you don’t take it seriously and keep performing like this, sooner or later, I’ll defeat you!"
Gan Yanyu leaned over, looking at Nannali.
"Alright!"
The young girl placed her hand on Nannali’s head again — although a year younger, Gan Yanyu was a whole head taller than Nannali, so she easily placed her hand on top.
"Then I’ll be waiting for you."
"But, if you cry in the competition again, you can still find . I’ll comfort you!"
Gan Yanyu smiled brightly, then straightened her waist and turned to leave.
Nannali’s mouth opened slightly, but the words didn’t co out.
Gan Yanyu in front of her only left a back shadow.
She carried her cello, stepping gracefully, still that tall figure, yet gave a feeling of warmth and reassurance.....
....
From that mont on.
Nannali began running.
She constantly trained her piano skills, competing with Gan Yanyu in various competitions, following in Gan Yanyu’s footsteps...
Each ti, she ended up defeated.
Several tis, she left harsh words to Gan Yanyu, only to receive Gan Yanyu’s smiling response.
No matter how cold Gan Yanyu appeared in front of others, she always retained that gentleness towards Nannali.
And so she kept chasing, always chasing.
Chased across Tian Chao, across Qingzhou.
Chased to Baijing, chased to... Vienna.
Until later on,
Nannali even beca a bit dazed herself.
She also began to lose track.
In the end, was she chasing because after defeating Gan Yanyu, she would find her own passion.
Or,
was she just chasing after that subtle gentleness hidden within Gan Yanyu’s music.....
That day in Manchester during the initial eting at the competition.
It had unconsciously beco a tender reason for Nannali to keep playing the cello....
Just for the chance,
to take another look....
Before leaving the realm of cello competitions, to take another look.....
at that girl’s gentle smile.
...
...
The cello perford with extre deep emotion.
Nannali played earnestly on stage.
Gan Yanyu recognized it with just one glance.
This piece was one she had perford in the international cello competition in Manchester.
But before, Gan Yanyu had played it with chanical precision on the cello.
Now, Nannali had adapted it into her current performance of "Back Shadow."
The tenderness that Gan Yanyu failed to convey on stage back then.
It was all fully expressed in Nannali’s performance.
What she was performing now at this Keller Cup wasn’t "herself", or anyone’s tenderness.
But solely the gentleness that belonged to Gan Yanyu, which ca from that day at the Manchester concert hall.....
——Did it reach?
Nannali opened her eyes and looked towards the cara.
At this mont, tears flowed from Nannali’s eyes.
I’ve always been chasing your steps....
Until now, I’ve finally understood.
It’s never been about music, or the cello, that I cared about.
What I’ve been chasing all along was just your back shadow...
....
Inside the lounge.
Listening to the piano sound, the more Lin Tian listened, the more he felt sothing was off.
This doesn’t seem like Nannali’s style at all!!
Even from an emotional standpoint, the inner world of "purity," "kindness," "full of hopeful gentleness" displayed through this music.... doesn’t seem like Nannali’s personality.
More like....
Lin Tian turned his head and suddenly realized.
At this mont, Gan Yanyu was completely captivated by the big screen.
A gratified smile naturally appeared on her face.
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