Piano

In the dessert shop on the corner of the old city, Lan Chuzhang was wearing a well-cut antique gown, and was sitting upright in the small round chair.

There is a cute bow tied on the small vase beside the glass table in front of him, and there are two new pink roses inserted in that vase.

Lan Xuesheng saw the middle-aged man who didn't fit in with the surrounding environment from afar, and smiled suddenly in his heart.

Ever since Feng Xi mentioned that her father was going to open another deck, making handmade high-end guqin strings, she had always wanted to ask him out for a chat, but at that time she was still busy with Feng Xi's repair work. Qin, as long as there is a delay, it will be delayed until now.

Of course... There is also a feeling of being close to home and timidity, otherwise she wouldn't have dragged on for so long.

——Even this time, it was only because of Ah Si's group of strange beasts that he finally made up his mind to call her father.

Thinking of those overly enthusiastic animals at home, Lan Xuesheng's forehead twitched immediately. She stood outside the dessert shop and took a few deep breaths to calm herself down. It took a long time before she dared to open the heavy door.

"Shengsheng, you're here." The man who had been waiting in the store for a while raised his eyes, tried his best to relax and smiled gently at his daughter.

Only the beads in his hand that he kept rolling revealed the tension in his heart, Lan Xuesheng looked at the string of beads that was about to be crushed by him, and couldn't help sighing softly: "Dad, don't be so Nervous, I don't eat people."

"Sheng... Shengsheng, what did you call me just now?" Lan Chuzhang was taken aback when he heard the words, and it took him a while to recover. Lan Xue's face wrinkled on the spot after hearing the sound: "...No, I said you people You love selling swords all day long, right?"

"Why, you'll be happy if I keep calling you Boss Landa and slapping you in the face?"

"Ah? Boss Lan—" Lan Xue's voice was strange, and Lan Chuzhang couldn't help but waved his hands when he saw this: "No, I'm just a little... a little not used to it."

He hasn't heard his daughter call "Dad" for almost eight years.

At this time, I really didn't react.

Lan Chuzhang reached out and touched the center of his eyebrows. Lan Xuesheng pursed her lips when she heard this, and ordered two desserts casually in silence.

While waiting for the snack, she kept secretly looking at her father's wrist uncontrollably, until Lan Chuzhang finally saw the goosebumps all over her body with that gaze, and then she restrained herself a little.

"... I heard from Xiao Fengfeng that your hand was injured in the early years, and you haven't played the qin for many years." Lan Xue, who closed her eyes, turned her head uncomfortably, and Lan Chuzhang subconsciously rubbed the disc on her wrist string of beads.

Lan Xuesheng, who saw his movement from the corner of the eye, grabbed his wrist involuntarily. She carefully opened the string of Buddhist beads, and she saw the terrifying scar that almost ran across his entire wrist covered by the beads.

"When did this come out?" Lan Xue lowered her eyes, her voice was calm and unwavering, "Why have I never heard you mention it before?"

"..." Lan Chuzhang was silent for a moment.

"It's been almost 20 years." The man lowered his eyelashes quietly, "I didn't pay much attention when I was chopping the piano, and I was accidentally stabbed in the wrist by a carving knife...it was just an accident."

"I was afraid that you and your grandfather would be worried if they found out, so I didn't tell you two."

"Besides, it was at the critical stage of the company's start-up," Lan Chuzhang said lightly, "If someone knows that I hurt my wrist, it may affect the business."

"... Was it really an accident?" Lan Xuesheng asked softly with her lips tensed.

The man turned his head and looked outside the store: "It's all over."

Lan Xuesheng suddenly fell silent.

"Excuse me, two orders of milk tea and cake~" The clerk gave two desserts with a smile. Lan Xue took her own dessert and ate it without saying a word.

The cream with cocoa powder had a slight bitter taste in the mouth, but when she swallowed the whole piece of cake, her throat was as bitter as if she had eaten Coptis chinensis.

"I also heard that...you are going to open a deck, specializing in top-notch pianos." Lan Xue, who forcibly swallowed the last bite of snacks, said in a hoarse voice, "And, this deck, you wanted to make it many years ago." It's about to open."

Lan Chuzhang was taken aback by her question.

"...Yes." The man stared at the desktop and nodded slightly, his voice was soft and slow, "I originally wanted to open that line before your grandpa passed away."

"Shengsheng, remember that call you made eight years ago? You told me to go back and see your grandpa for the last time, but I said I was busy negotiating business."

"...Actually, I was just talking to someone about this sub-brand investment at the time."

"The high-end guqin strings invested too much capital, and the company couldn't get so much money out of the books at that time." Lan Chuzhang rolled the beads, "But it's a pity that the last deal was not negotiated. The last side of your grandfather I couldn't see either."

"...I'm sorry, Shengsheng, it was my father who didn't do well at the beginning."

"I shouldn't have vented all those negative emotions on you, and I shouldn't have plunged myself into work after your mother passed away in order to escape the pain, ignoring the feelings of you and your grandfather." Lan Chuzhang said His voice became hoarse.

"These things... I should have told you earlier."

"You really should have told us earlier." Lan Xuesheng closed her eyes, her eyes slightly red.

"But I also did something wrong in the beginning—"

"Sorry, Dad, I shouldn't have been angry with you for so many years."

Lan Chuzhang was at a loss when he heard this.

"Then... do you want to come to the company to help?" Lan Chuzhang, who found his voice again after a long time, rubbed his hands anxiously, "I still need a powerful luthier to sit in this deck of cards."

"I don't approve of others, but 'Cloud Color' will definitely do."

"Also - you only need to come and work for one month every year." Lan Chuzhang's tongue was tied for no reason, and he stuttered a little.

"The rest of the time, you can still open your little piano shop here—"

*
Half a year later, the news that the guqin master "Yun Se" returned to the piano world and joined the sub-label "Lan Sheng" of "Konggu Yixiang" caused a great commotion in the industry.

Everyone didn't know where this talented luthier who had amazed the piano world for a while had gone in the past eight years. They only knew that as soon as she came back, she brought her own theories and caused a new wave of violinists in the piano world. study trend.

On the day when the "Lansheng" brand held a press conference, Chen Yingsheng, Feng Xi and others were also invited to the scene.

When the press conference officially started, Feng Xi who was in the VIP seat raised her eyes to look at the young girl who was in the spotlight on the stage, silently pursing the corners of her lips.

She knew that she would eventually have her own guqin.

And this era will also usher in its unique piano sound.

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The ending is spicy! !Flowers! !Allow me to write a closing speech! !