Chapter 287: Reunion
Translator: Kris_Liu Editor: Vermillion
Franz got emotional with his mory, "I labored, in a hard way... I was also staying up all night studying music and composing. Soon, my body beca weak, and my mind was bothered. I could not focus. People around said I was like a walking dead body, and they were all telling to give up music, although they knew that my music wasn’t that bad... I knew it, too. I could not feed my mother and young brothers and sisters with music. I was so overwheld by the pressure from life... I was at my limit every single day. I was about to give up my dream, because I could not just live for myself. I still had a family."
Franz sounded as if he was going to cry. Many musicians and students present felt the sa way. They knew how tough this path was, and how big was the pressure they were under. They were facing continuous fatigue all the ti, waiting for the day that their talent would be revealed.
Of course, they had to admit that the difficulties they were facing was nothing compared to what Franz had experienced. Therefore, they all beca more determined that they must work hard and stick to their dream until one day they could stand on the stage like Franz.
In their mind, Franz, after showing his great piano playing skills and receiving Mr. Evans’ high comnt, had already beco a successful musician. The attention Franz was receiving now could compare to the ti when Mr. Evans was spoken highly by Mr. Christopher.
Looking at the young man on the stage, Lucien was touched as well. If he had not taken the great risk improving his spiritual power, and hence strengthened his mory, even though he had the spirit library, Lucien would still have great trouble studying music at that ti. Without a proper music knowledge foundation, even though Lucien had the great masterpieces in the library, he would not dare present it to the public.
Tears rose in Franz’s eyes. Looking at Mr. Evans, Mr. Christopher and Mr. Victor, he added, "When I was about to give up my music dream, I decided to go to a cheap concert as my farewell to the career I love. However, I underestimated my passion toward music. When I was at the concert, when my heart was being seized by the symphonies, sonatas and concerto, I realized that my life aning depends on music. The great pain covered , so I was about to leave. But... at that ti, I heard the breathtaking opening of Symphony of Fate! The intense rhythm and pace overwheld , just like all the great burdens from my life. But in the symphony, I heard great determination... I heard heroic courage! I heard Mr. Evans asking —are you gonna give up and yield to life? Is it life that makes you give up music or it is yourself? Are you gonna fight or retreat like a coward? When the symphony ended, I found the answer. After that day, I left my work and beca a bard. Honestly speaking, I always looked down upon bards at that ti... Every ti when I felt having reached my limit, I played Symphony of Fate and Pathétique for myself. Gradually, things started to pick up. I started to be able to support my family, and felt free to pursue my dream."
Franz put his right hand on his chest and bowed to Lucien with great respect, "Without you, sir, without your belief and courage in your music, I could have never gone this far. You’re my true ntor, and it’s my greatest honor having you here listening to my very first concert in my life. Thank you again, Mr. Evans."
Thunder-like applause echoed in the hall.
"You’re the one who made the right decision," said Lucien emotionally.
Then, both Christopher and Victor also gave Franz pretty good comnts.
Later, this encouraged young man revealed his unique music style in the symphony part. Although his music was still not mature, the true feelings and the great hope contained in his music were like gentle spring breeze that soothed everyone’s heart.
When Lucien was attentively listening to Franz’s symphony, three ladies ca into the hall: one had red hair and pouty lips; one had green eyes and looked sweet; and the black-haired one looked mature and elegant.
Felicia, Elena and Grace, after hearing the news that Lucien was back, they hurriedly arrived at the hall at the sa ti.
After seeing the young musician sitting at the first row, they all released a sigh of relief—it was him.
Lucien noticed that his friends had arrived. He turned around and grinned. Then, he put his finger on his lips to let the ladies remain quiet and enjoy the music first.
Felicia, the noble young lady from three years ago, now looked much more mature. Apparently, her trip with Mr. Victor had taught her a lot. Elena’s appearance also changed a lot: her slightly tired-looking face and elegant updo made her look sweet and beautiful. Grace was now in a much more relaxed state after the heavy burden on her mind had been removed.
Three years had passed. Although they often saw Lucien’s na on newspapers, they still felt a little strange when facing Lucien.
And Lucien felt the sa way.
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After the concert, Lucien made an appointnt with Franz the next day to talk about developing music based on long verses. Then, he visited the familiar address—No. 12 Snehva Street—together with Mr. Victor and his friends. Victor was going to have a luncheon to welco Lucien back in his place.
After Victor left to talk to his steward, Mr. Athy, Felicia and Elena, who had remained silent on their way back, finally talked to him, "Welco back, Lucien."
It had been a long ti, and they had no idea where to start and how they should talk to Lucien.
"Mr. Evans, thank you for the letter." Grace also showed her appreciation.
Lucien smiled and started to talk about so of the interesting experiences he had during the trip. Gradually, they started to get more comfortable.
At this ti, a servant opened the room door and a strong, big woman wearing a tight long dress ran in. She directly gave Lucien a big hug and sobbed, "Finally! Finally you’re back! I thought you t robbers and wolves..."
After receiving the ssage from Victor, she hurriedly ca over with Joel and Iven.
"Alisa, let go of Evans." Joel smiled, "He’s not afraid of those things... And, welco back."
The noble life did not slow down Joel’s aging. Many years of hard work had brought him a few more wrinkles.
"I’ve been missing all of you all this ti," said Lucien emotionally.
Joel said to his son, "Iven, co on... say hello to Lucien."
Iven had changed a lot. To be more specific, he should be the one who changed the most. He had now grown even a bit taller than Lucien. Looking like his elder brother and father, Iven’s teenage face started to look handso and to have beard.
Looking at Lucien, Iven looked rather shy, as if he was facing a stranger. Lowering his head, Iven said to Lucien, "Welco back."
Three years was a long ti to Iven. It was normal that a young teenager would now feel rather shy.
...
After chatting for a while, Lucien started to feel a little exhausted from facing aunt Alisa’s effort to try to find him a wife and urging him to have kids, thus he excused himself to go to the washroom.
At this ti, Grace followed him, "I’ve got sothing to tell you, Mr. Evans." Grace lowered her voice a lot.
"Yes?" Lucien was a bit surprised.
"After I ca to Aalto, once there was a clown-looking man secretly asking about you." Grace ca to the point directly.
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