He Shumo's nose tingled with emotion, and he clenched his fist, shouting, "Gan Yanyu is aweso!" "Mr. Lin Tian is aweso!!"
Nannali clutched at the corner of her dress, besides the tears swirling in her eyes, she looked at Lin Tian sitting in the row ahead of her, her eyes filled with envy and jealousy.
....
"Sorry...."
Gan Yanyu wiped her eyes again, unable to control her emotions, she apologized.
Lin Tian knew that Gan Yanyu, although experienced, was never one for intense mood swings in real life. Yet today, during her speech, she choked up twice.
He looked at her, feeling heartache, but also imnse happiness.
In fact, even the staff sister standing beside, translating for Gan Yanyu, was now crying like a misty rain in spring.
"So say, since I've won, I ought to say sothing about music...."
Gan Yanyu finally tore her gaze away from Lin Tian and slowly scanned the audience seats, her eyes candid and serene,
"But actually, I've never been as talented as everyone imagines... I don't have much insight into music; all this ti, I've just played with a simple feeling of love...."
"According to my own selfish thoughts... I believe, truly great music... is never a solo fight against the abyss! It should be when you are lost in darkness, soone uses their lody to light up a lamp for you... I feel, truly great music should be 'redemptive,' music that makes other people's lives stronger!"
Gan Yanyu's voice wasn't loud, but each word was clear, striking everyone's heart.
Then,
as the speech's ti was nearing its end.
Gan Yanyu held the trophy, standing on stage with the distance of the entire stage between her and Lin Tian.
She leaned forward, shouting:
"Lin Tian!!"
"!!"
Lin Tian suddenly raised his head.
"Lin Tian... thank you. Thank you for not giving up on , thank you... for holding onto ....."
Gan Yanyu bit her lip, speaking.
Her gaze returned to the young man once more, this ti filled with shimring tears, but her mouth shaped into an incredibly slight, yet imnsely genuine smile.
"This journey, where we traversed the darkness together, I will never ever... forget for as long as I live!!"
She shouted with all her might.
Lin Tian finally couldn't hold back any longer, this seven-foot man felt his nose sting and his eyes instantly beca moist.
This silly girl... this is the Golden Hall.
Do you have to say everything here....
Lin Tian covered his eyes, crying and laughing simultaneously.
Then, the girl looked at Lin Tian's appearance and showed a gentle smile.
She bowed deeply and then straightened up.
The still moist tear marks on her face shimred under the spotlight, and the heavy crystal trophy in her arms seed to slightly tremble with her rushed breathing.
The entire hall erupted in applause at this mont.
The audience murmured, more tolerant and touched than before.
"(Who would have thought they had such a story...)"
"(Such a great speech! Great music... should heal lives, sob sob sob.....)"
"(It's really great that they won!!)"
Many, who previously didn't even know Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu, and hadn't been fans of Moonlight and Cat, hearing this emotion-laden speech, were moved to tears several tis.
.....
However, despite the emotions.
Quite a few people, including many musicians and staff present, felt the speech was too outlandish.
Not to ntion thanking the teachers and judges, or this historic stage of the Golden Hall.
They spent a whole half hour talking about the story with their partner.....
Did they just treat the Golden Hall as their private venue?
You're the new world number one cellist!
Many young musicians sat below, waiting to hear an important speech, prepared to take notes!
But after the speech, they looked at their notebooks.
Lin Tian! Lin Tian! Still freaking Lin Tian!
You could say they won the championship through hard work and sweat, talent and genius.....
But after listening to the entire speech, only one thought remained in their minds.
It was... love?
....
Of course, so praised the speech extravagantly.
Zhang Dong in his live room, sobbing and sniffing, kept lanting:
"Oh wow... Cat!!"
"Oh wow... Mr. Moonlight!!"
As he shouted, Zhang Dong got so heated, he almost fell face-first onto the computer desk.
Gan Yanyu was still fine on the podium, yet Zhang Dong nearly passed out in happiness first.
....
Fortunately, the speech was over, and next up was the champion's performance segnt.
At this mont, Newman was also desperately adjusting his state.
He wiped his sweaty forehead with a handkerchief.
Now Newman no longer hoped Gan Yanyu would say sothing on stage to save face for the Keller Cup committee, sha was sha—it didn't matter; the rules had long been booted by classical music.
He just wanted quickly... quicker, to end this awards ceremony!
Having presented the trophy in the Golden Hall for more than ten years, today was absolutely the most painful and tornting ceremony for Newman.
Whether they play for familial affection or world peace... doesn't matter!
Quickly perform!
This ti, Lin Tian can't reappear, right!!
....
Gan Yanyu took a deep breath and gently handed the trophy to the translator sister beside her.
She walked to the front of the stage.
"All along,"
Her gaze firmly locked onto Lin Tian, her voice not loud, yet every word struck the hearts of everyone,
"you've written many pieces for ... They're beautiful, each one I love deeply. They carry so much of your gaze, your understanding, your... love."
The young woman paused, as if gathering strength.
At this mont,
the audience began to whisper among themselves, seemingly anticipating sothing unpleasant; Newman's eyes widened. Below the stage, Connor was even more alard, muttering:
"(No way... No way?!)"
The voice was obviously tinged with excitent and a hint of expectation.
Suddenly!
On the big screen of the Golden Hall,
a video appeared — after entering a new era, the Golden Hall now allowed champion instruntalists to play any background image or video they liked during this segnt.
However,
this sudden image seed not just a simple video, but... a recording!
——"Seven stars... eight stars....."
Gan Yanyu's voice appeared in the Golden Hall.
In the video, there was a warm balcony, the night sky studded with stars, the moonlight beautiful, illuminating the boy and girl sitting on the balcony.
"Lin Tian, I rembered sothing."
"Whatever it is, you should be sleeping now!"
.....
"No, this is really important!"
"What is it?"
"I discovered, Lin Tian, you've never told you like !"
....
In the video, the boy's face visibly turned embarrassed.
He scratched his head and said awkwardly:
"Is that... important?"
"Very important!"
The girl said seriously:
"All along, it's been Mr. Lin Tian's affection that has gotten to this day. If I can't feel your affection now, I have no confidence to beat tomorrow's opponent!"
"....."
The boy was almost too ashad to speak.
After a while, he suddenly perked up, speaking earnestly:
"But even though I haven't said it, I've confessed many tis through music, that should count, right?"
This sentence montarily stumped the girl.
"Well... through music, it definitely counts....."
....
"You're just taking advantage of the fact that I can't compose."
"Haha, then let's call it even."
...
...
In the Golden Hall.
All the audience watched the video playing, dumbfounded.
Such youthful and sowhat naive voices.
No one could have imagined that these two great musicians were so adorable in private...
The next second,
Gan Yanyu, standing on stage in the Golden Hall, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly opened them.....
"You said, even though you haven't spoken it aloud, the music is your confession to ."
Her voice passed through the microphone, incredibly calm yet brimming with storm-like emotions,
"So now...."
Gan Yanyu prepared her cello, picked up the bow, gently placed it on the strings, her movents smooth and natural, as if it was an extension of her life instincts.
She flashed a brilliant smile—
"This piece now, is one I wrote for you....."
"It's called 'Love Letter'!!"
.....
As soon as she finished speaking, the entire audience erupted.
Norman's eyes even went black, and he fainted on the spot.
"(Chairman! Chairman!!)"
The staff nearby were terrified, scrambling to call out loudly.
"(Soone, help!!)"
...
And as the accompanint orchestra appeared, about to start playing, Gan Yanyu, facing the dazed Lin Tian, playfully winked, as if to say—
"Now it's 2 to 1."
"You still owe one confession!"
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