My girlfriend is a cellist

Chapter 37 Gan Yanyu will also keep up with Lin Tian's pace
In the car heading to the destination.

Gan Yanyu clenched her fist with one hand, and with the other hand, she kept writing and drawing on her thigh, and then pinched her thigh.

This scene stunned Lin Tian who was standing aside.

"What are you doing?"

"Ah?"

Gan Yanyu, who was caught in the act, blushed slightly and shrank her head in embarrassment.

“When I’m nervous, I draw a five-pointed star on my leg.”

"What about pinching it?"

“Refresh the drawing board.”

"6."

It seems that Gan Yanyu's device has a strict system operation.

I just don't know if it will still work properly if someone else operates it.

This afternoon, in order to agree to meet the chairman of the music association with Gan Yanyu, Lin Tian even gave up his precious lunch break and took a taxi to go with Gan Yanyu.

"Are you that nervous?" Lin Tian asked.

"I'm nervous for you!"

"Nervous about me?"

"The old man is a conductor who has performed at the Royal Albert Hall."

"What concert hall?"

“The Royal Albert Hall in London, England!”

Gan Yanyu raised her index finger and said seriously,
“Only world-class musicians are qualified to perform at London’s Royal Albert Hall!”

"Oh."

Although Lin Tian didn't know these names in the music industry, he could understand some of them.

Just like when I used to watch Japanese idol anime, the idols in them would often regard "being able to hold a concert at Tokyo Dome" as their ultimate goal.

However, things from the entertainment industry cannot be compared with world music, as the two are not pursuing the same level of things.

"In addition to the Royal Albert Hall, there is also the Musikverein Hall in Vienna, the Berlin Philharmonic Hall in Germany, and the Carnegie Hall in New York, USA. In the eyes of every musician, these places are the highest temples of art. Those who can perform in these concert halls are all very, very good musicians!"

When Gan Yanyu mentioned these place names, his eyes were full of longing.

I think this is also Gan Yanyu’s dream as a cellist.

"What about Mr. Gan? Has he been to these places?"

"No."

At this point, Gan Yanyu's eyes dimmed.
"My grandfather had a chance to go, but he never performed again after he was eliminated from the Cole Cup."

“It’s such a huge blow.”

Lin Tian found it a little difficult to understand.

Although he didn't know how to play the cello, he knew that there were many music competitions in the world. Even for the cello, there was more than just the Cole Cup - even though it was the most prestigious.

Moreover, now that we have reached the level of musicians, for people who are engaged in art, competition is not everything, right?
"no."

Gan Yanyu said softly, "Grandpa shouldn't have lost that year."

"Why do you say that?"

"Something was planted on him."

Gan Yanyu was slightly excited and whispered:
"My grandfather was in good health throughout the competition. But on the morning of the competition day, he started vomiting right after returning to the lounge after rehearsal. He didn't go to the hospital to have his stomach washed until after the competition."

"The Flower and Cello Association appealed to the competition committee, and a team of experts from Vienna investigated, but to no avail."

This was something Lin Tian had not expected.

All along, he only knew that Mr. Gan was eliminated in the quarterfinals of the Kerr Cup, but he didn't know that there was such a thing.

However, when he searched for related news, he did not see any relevant reports.

I think this matter should have been suppressed. After all, an investigation without results will not do any good to public opinion if it spreads.

No wonder, Grandpa Gan never played the cello again, but instead opened a coffee shop to live out his retirement.

Dao heart is broken.

If it’s my turn, I’ll start too.

So many years have passed in the blink of an eye, and the truth of sixteen years ago is now impossible to know.

But this also became the reason why Gan Yanyu had to go to the Cole Cup.

The girl turned her face and looked out the car window.

He spoke softly, word by word:

"If that day comes, I will definitely go to Vienna to see it in person. I want to know what my grandfather went through at that time." Perhaps the long river of time has already diluted everything. The former participants, committees, and spectators of the competition may no longer remember this incident.

However, the person who was physically injured, his time remained forever stuck on that day sixteen years ago.

Looking at his grandfather who had become a vegetable and could no longer move, Gan Yanyu could not let go of his obsession with the Cole Cup.

Lin Tian could understand it more or less.

These musicians are obsessed with music.

At the same time, he became a little more curious about the old artist named Wanqi.

The car stopped in an old neighborhood.

I knocked on the door and a young man opened it.

"Hello."

Gan Yanyu greeted politely, "We are looking for Mr. Wan."

"You must be Gan Yanyu and Lin Tian, ​​right? The old man has been waiting for you for a long time."

The young man said with a smile, then made a "please" gesture and welcomed the two people in.

This is a house with a millennial feel, decorated in gray and blue tones, with worn calendars hanging on the walls, which always makes people think of things like dream cores.

As soon as he walked into the inner room, Lin Tian saw a white-haired old man packing his things.

"Oh! Yanyu is here." The old man turned around and saw Gan Yanyu, and immediately smiled.

"Teacher Wan."

Gan Yanyu bowed respectfully.

"Hey, I've told you so many times, don't try this on me, don't try this on me. Your grandfather and I have been friends for so many years! I watched you grow up!"

Wan Qi seemed extremely disgusted with Gan Yanyu's politeness and shook his hands desperately.

He looks like a very energetic old man, just like Uncle Gan.

On the topic of Gan Yanyu, he actually resonated with Lin Tian.

"How is your grandfather's health?"

"It's still the same." A hint of bitterness appeared on Gan Yanyu's lips.

Hearing this, the old man put down the books he was packing and sat down in the wooden rocking chair.

He sighed heavily:

"Hey! This old guy, I told you that he stays in that coffee shop every day, and all his luck is gone! Now he's lying down, right?!"

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Seeing that the atmosphere was becoming increasingly solemn, Wan Qi picked up a cigarette and lit it.

"Let's not talk about this for now - Yan Yu, this..."

Turned his gaze to Lin Tian.

"He is Lin Tian."

"Hello, old man."

Perhaps because he was infected by Gan Yanyu, Lin Tian also bowed respectfully.

"Yes, yes, yes! It's you who wrote the song 'Ode to Love', right?!"

Wan Qi suddenly stood up from his chair and looked Lin Tian up and down excitedly.

I couldn't help but praise:
"The future is promising, the future is promising!"

"Come with me first!"

After that, the old man led the two into the room.

Turn on the lights.

A piano lies quietly in the middle of the room.

"Young man, come and see!"

Wan Qi called Lin Tian over and took him to feel the touch of the piano with his hands.

"What do you think? If you don't mind, just move out!"

"Move away?"

Lin Tian was flattered.

"This piano is an old friend of mine. It has been with me for nearly 30 years. Although I am reluctant to give it up, Yan Yu has been begging me for it for a long time. Haha. In all these years, she has only come to me for it this once. I can't let her down!" Wan Qi laughed heartily.

Lin Tian turned his head in surprise and looked at Gan Yanyu.

The girl quickly turned her face away and said in a gentle but extremely serious tone:
"You... weren't you always worried about the piano? I was thinking, since we're partners, you can't always be the one making the sacrifices, right?"

(End of this chapter)