The secretary led her into Tang Yuxiu’s office and asked if she wanted anything to drink, to which she shook her head and said no.
Then she said, "Please be patient and wait a mont," and exited.
The secretary closed the office door, still finding it hard to believe that she had just entertained the woman specially ntioned by the general manager.
The general manager, who led an ascetic life, now had a woman in his office—this was the biggest gossip of the year!
Gu Yan was observing Tang Yuxiu’s office; it was still the monotonous black and white palette, very spacious, understatedly luxurious, rigorous, and formal.
Yet, in this workspace, Gu Yan noticed an incongruous piano in the corner by the window.
Gu Yan felt a spark of interest and walked towards the piano.
As she got closer, she was able to discern the kind of piano it was.
Founded in 1859 in Luxembourg, Germany, the August Forster is rated by many pianists as one of the best pianos in the world!
With only 200 grand and 400 upright pianos produced each year, handcrafted, the uniqueness of its tone lay in its deep, rich, and clear basses and crisp trebles.
Gu Yan couldn’t resist the urge to reach out and touch it, but quickly pulled her hand back.
This was an August 170 professional piano, intended for private perforrs and art collectors, with all the aesthetics and structure that align with a sense of artistic beauty—simple yet luxurious, understated yet rich in substance.
Gu Yan never dread she would see such a precious piano in her lifeti!
Gu Yan greedily inhaled the unique scent emanating from the piano. For soone like her, who loved the piano imnsely but never had the chance to study it deeply, just seeing it, touching it, and hearing it brought imnse satisfaction.
Eventually, she could no longer resist the allure of the piano. She rubbed her hands vigorously on her clothes to ensure they were clean, then dared to sit before it. As she opened the lid, she noticed her hands trembling.
"Boom," her finger pressed a key, producing a tremor unique to this piano’s timbre, and her heart was filled with imnse excitent!
At this mont, a piece ca to her mind, perfectly capturing her indescribable emotions.
Gently placing her hands on the keys, she closed her eyes, feeling the piano in front of her, and finally played the first note.
Maxim’s Croatian Rhapsody!
The piece’s background is in Croatia, scarred by the ravages of war. Imagine the ruins in ashes, the sunlight reflecting in tears and blood, depicting a tragic scene with an upbeat tempo. The music is built on a morable triad the. In the debris destroyed by war, a small white flower blooms, its na unknown, swaying gently in the breeze. It watches people co and go, watches tanks threaten to uproot its roots and soil, and sees birds occasionally stop in panic, trying to find crumbs in the cracks of deserted stones. Only at night does it find calm. In this land near the Adriatic Sea, the stars have shone especially brightly in recent years, perhaps because the neon lights and bustling traffic have faded. During such nights, there is certainly a tinge of sadness, but tranquility outweighs the sorrow.
At this mont, Gu Yan was intertwined with such complex emotions.
The piano brought her unprecedented tranquility; her entire world consisted of just the piano’s sound, yet she couldn’t ignore the sadness in her heart. She still had no way to forever, forever play on such a captivating piano.
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