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The back garden of the villa.

Chu Ge sat upright in front of the white piano.

She raised her hands, her slender fingers slowly descending and gently touching the cool, smooth black and white piano keys.

On the lawn not far away, all the guests sent by noble families and powerful clans were seated.

Everyone remained silent, their eyes fixed on the girl in front of the piano, waiting for the music to begin.

An Yan sat in the front row of the crowd, staring intently at Chu Ge's hands.

He was so focused that he didn't want to miss even the slightest movement, for fear of missing any detail of playing the piano.

Arya stood next to Aigu, her gaze fixed on Chu Ge.

Even though she wasn't the one going to perform, her palms were sweating and she unconsciously became nervous.

Just then, a clear and crisp piano note suddenly rang out.

Ding--

Chu Ge pressed the first piano key.

A gentle and soothing melody flowed out instantly, spreading lightly and permeating the entire quiet back garden.

Arya and Aigu had heard this piece of music more than once.

Yet every time they listen, they are still amazed by the melody and their hearts tremble; they never get tired of it.

When the words reached the ears of the noble musicians who had accompanied him, their pupils contracted and their faces were filled with disbelief.

"How could this be... a melody like this..."

A middle-aged musician couldn't help but murmur, and as soon as he finished speaking, his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

His voice wasn't loud, but it sounded particularly jarring and abrupt in the pure, melodious, and noiseless piano music.

Several noble guests around him immediately turned their heads and gave him a cold glance, their eyes filled with obvious displeasure and rebuke.

The middle-aged musician snapped out of his daze and immediately shut his mouth, not daring to make a sound.

He felt ashamed and guilty, and silently berated himself for losing his composure.

He was born into a noble family and was a renowned professional musician in the industry, so he knew the etiquette of musical occasions best.

When listening to someone perform, the worst thing you can do is to interrupt them by making a sound.

This is the most basic etiquette.

His actions just now were clearly a fundamental error, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he deserved to die.

But he simply couldn't control himself.

The piece Chu Ge was playing was so stunning that it broke down his defenses.

The melodious and gentle tune seeped into his ears, tender and lingering, like a pair of gentle hands that unexpectedly opened the door to his memories that had been sealed for decades.

Those past events that he had deliberately buried deep and thought he had long forgotten surged up at this moment, as clear as if they were just yesterday.

Scenes from his youthful, innocent days and his first love flashed rapidly through his mind.

He recalled his youth, sitting side by side with that girl who was full of joy under the old locust tree, one playing the piano and the other listening quietly, the evening breeze gentle, the years peaceful.

He recalled the sunset at dusk, the afterglow bathing the entire courtyard. He pushed the swing, and the girl sat on it, laughing and chatting. The evening breeze lifted her hair, and it was the most beautiful scenery he had ever seen in his life.

He recalled the evening breeze in the countryside, the starry sky, and two naive young people secretly approaching each other, their hearts overflowing with excitement, quietly experiencing the naivety and passion of young love.

Back then, they were completely devoted to each other, believing that as long as they loved each other, they could overcome all obstacles and stay together for life.

Later, the two successfully completed their university studies, shed their naivety, and should have stayed together.

But a cruel reality struck: the two families had differing values ​​and strongly opposed their relationship.

Under pressure from their families, they had no choice but to publicly break up and cut off all contact with each other.

But the love in their hearts never faded, and the two continued to secretly contact each other and meet quietly when they had free time.

They once stood side by side on the highest mountaintop, waiting for the sunrise and watching the sunset together, embracing each other for warmth, kissing each other, and cherishing the brief but precious time they spent together.

But fate ultimately cannot overcome worldly constraints and family ties.

Years later, his family arranged a marriage for him with someone of equal social standing, resulting in a marriage based on mutual benefit but devoid of love.

From the moment he nodded in agreement, he and that girl had reached the end.

They deleted all contact information for each other, deliberately avoided any possible encounters, and severed all ties.

The long years passed quickly, and the two never saw each other again.

To this day, he has long been unaware of the other party's current situation.

Perhaps she is already married, surrounded by children, and living a peaceful and ordinary life; perhaps she is still alone, living alone with the regrets of the past; or perhaps she is no longer alive, completely disappearing into his past.

He obeyed his family's arrangements and stayed with his wife, whom he had never met and had no feelings for, for decades.

After decades of living together day and night, the two treated each other with respect and never quarreled. They had a large family with many children, and to outsiders, they seemed to be a perfect example of a happy and fulfilling family life.

Time has smoothed out all his rough edges and gradually made him accustomed to this ordinary life.

He always thought that his youthful love, that unforgettable first love, had long been washed away by time and forgotten in the depths of history.

He thought he had already let go and found peace.

But at this moment, the gentle melody struck the softest spot in his heart, instantly breaking open the door to his heart that had been sealed for decades.

The regrets, longings, and resentment that had been suppressed in his heart for half a lifetime finally erupted and were released at this moment.

A surge of emotions swept over him, causing him to feel a sharp pain in his chest, a bittersweet and conflicted feeling.

He stood there, caught in an extreme struggle and contradiction.

He wanted to keep listening, lingering on the soothing melody, yearning for the long-lost feeling of excitement, wanting to relive the tenderness of his youth through the music.

But he dared not listen anymore.

He feared that if he continued to listen, the obsession that had been building up in his heart for many years would completely spiral out of control, making him desperately want to find the person who had disappeared for half his life.

But he knew perfectly well that he couldn't do that.

Now a husband and father, he carries the responsibility of his family. If he takes that step, it will be the greatest betrayal to his wife of decades and his children who love him.

The agonizing dilemma tore at his heart, making it impossible for him to stay there any longer.

He took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the stinging in his eyes, which reddened. No longer caring about aristocratic decorum or listening to etiquette, he turned and silently and quickly left the back garden.

An Yan, sitting in the front row, witnessed the entire scene. He glanced coldly at the departing figure, feeling no regret whatsoever.

It's okay to leave.

If he stays here and lets his emotions get out of control, he might do something even more outrageous and absurd, which would not only make him lose face, but also the face of all noble families.

An Yan slowly withdrew his gaze and swept it over the other guests present.

Upon looking at it, he immediately realized that almost everyone's emotions had been affected by the music, and they were all more or less moved.

In particular, several elderly and frail veteran musicians were already teary-eyed and their eyes were glazed over, clearly having been stirred up by the piece, recalling long-buried memories and regrets.

An Yan sighed silently in his heart.

He looked again at Chu Ge, who was completely absorbed in playing the piano. Listening to the continuous, melodious and moving tune, he had to admit that the piece was incredibly powerful.

It's so powerful that people automatically overlook all its flaws.

Even though Chu Ge's performance was immature and rough at this moment, with many flaws in the details, all the technical shortcomings were perfectly covered up by this peerless piece of music, and no one cared.

An Yan made a judgment in his mind:

This Alice truly possesses unparalleled talent.

In terms of live performance skills, she is still immature and lacks experience, leaving much room for improvement.

But when it comes to musical composition, she is absolutely a once-in-a-century prodigy with terrifying talent.

Given time, as she gradually accumulates experience and refines her skills, her achievements will certainly not be inferior to those of the top musical masters who have left their mark on history.

He continued to ponder and plan the upcoming matches.

With just this one song, she could easily break into the top ten of the Music God Awards.

If she can create pieces of the same or even higher level in the future, and further hone and improve her performance skills, then it is not impossible for her to compete for the championship!

A gentle breeze swept across the lawn in the back garden, swirling up fine grass clippings and scattered flower petals, which drifted lightly down onto Chu Ge's hair and shoulders.

The gentle breeze, the beautiful piano music, and the tranquil courtyard create an extremely gentle scene.

Soon, the music slowly came to an end.

Chu Ge's fingertips rose and fell, releasing the last gentle melody before he softly finished his performance.

The last note of the piano drifted away on the wind and slowly dissipated into the air.

The entire back garden fell into absolute silence in an instant.

The noise subsided, and all was quiet except for the soft chirping of insects in the grass, which made the courtyard even more peaceful.

A moment later, a clear and sincere applause broke the silence of the courtyard.

The one who clapped was An Yan.

He looked at the girl in front of the zither with gentle eyes, a faint smile on his lips, his eyes full of approval and appreciation.

With the first person taking the lead, the second and third rounds of applause followed in quick succession.

Within seconds, continuous applause erupted in the audience.

The applause wasn't deafening, but every single one came from the heart, filled with sincere praise.

At this moment, Aigu stepped forward and calmly walked to the front of the crowd.

He glanced casually at all the noble guests present, his voice steady and composed:

"Ladies and gentlemen, the performance has ended. If you are not in a hurry to return, I have some top-quality red wine that I have been treasuring for many years, as well as freshly processed monster meat. If you don't mind, you may stay for a while, have some food and drinks, and chat."

Aigu's way of speaking was extremely clear and straightforward, completely devoid of the hypocritical politeness of ordinary people.

He did not say anything like "simple food and drink cannot compare to the delicacies in your homes" as a form of feigned humility.

Those who frequent high society know that such polite words are the most hypocritical.

While it may seem like self-deprecation and praise, it can actually be a disguised form of sarcasm, which can make people feel awkward and uncomfortable.

Having lived most of his life and seen many ways of the world, An Yan immediately understood Ai Gu's unspoken meaning.

This seemingly warm invitation to stay is actually a subtle way of saying goodbye, a way of letting everyone leave without disturbing them any longer.

But he wasn't angry at all.

As the head of a clan, he had experienced all sorts of great storms, and his mind had long been tempered to be extremely peaceful. Very few things could stir his emotions.

He gave Aigu a polite and courteous smile and calmly replied:

"We appreciate Mr. Aigu's kindness. However, we do have some urgent matters at home and it is really inconvenient for us to stay any longer."

After saying that, he politely added, "I will definitely come to bother you next time I have time."

That's a real shame.

Aigu nodded slightly, and without trying to persuade him to stay any longer, readily agreed.

Then, An Yan's gaze returned to Chu Ge, and he asked with a touch of respect for music:

"Miss Alice, may I ask the name of the masterpiece you just played?"

Chu Ge raised his eyes and replied calmly:

"To Alice".

"A good name."

An Yan nodded slightly, his eyes filled with even greater admiration, and exclaimed sincerely, "Qu Meiren is beautiful, and this name suits you perfectly."

As soon as he finished speaking, An Yan slowly stood up, and the group of noble guests behind him also stood up.

He looked around at everyone and said softly, "Gentlemen, we shall take our leave now."

Having said that, he looked at Aigu again, smiling as he extended an invitation:

"Mr. Aigu, when you have time in the future, you might as well bring your daughter to visit us. Let your daughter and my daughter spend more time together and exchange knowledge about music. I'm sure they will get along well and become good friends."

"You are welcome to visit anytime."

Having finished explaining, An Yan said no more, turned around, and calmly walked out of the back garden.

A group of noble guests followed closely behind.

As everyone gradually left, the back garden quickly returned to its tranquility.

An Yan's perception and expectations of Chu Ge had already changed.

After listening to the entire performance, his original obsession faded considerably.

Previously, he was determined to recruit Chu Ge and even planned to fully support her so that she could represent the An family in the Music God Grand Ceremony Competition and strive for the highest honor.

But at this moment he understood.

A timeless masterpiece like "Für Elise" is a rare and precious gem that is hard to come by.

Writing another piece of the same level would be incredibly difficult, an impossible task that cannot be accomplished in the short term.

Moreover, Chu Ge's own performance skills have obvious shortcomings, and his weaknesses are obvious.

Although with patience and improvement, they definitely have the strength to compete for the championship, there is not much time left before the start of the Music God Grand Ceremony Competition.

It's simply unrealistic to expect to make up for years of shortcomings and achieve a complete transformation in less than a month.

Considering all factors, while Chu Ge's chances of winning the championship are still not low and his potential is amazing, he is not a must-pick.

On the other side, Aigu followed and went out to personally see the guest off.

The hustle and bustle completely faded away, and the huge back garden instantly became quiet.

A pure white piano stands quietly in the center of the lawn.

Not far away, Doubao lay on the ground, a colorful butterfly gently resting on its wet nose, motionless.

Soon, the roar of a car engine starting up could be heard from the front gate of the villa.

The shrill sound shattered the tranquility of the back garden, startling the butterfly into flight.

Doubao immediately got up, wagging its fluffy tail, and chased after it.

The car drove further and further away, the engine sound gradually weakening until it completely disappeared from our ears.

Arya turned to look at Chu Ge beside her, her tone serious:

"Sister, let's continue practicing the piano. This time, I'll teach you."

"it is good."