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In the heart of Kyoto, inside a quaint study.

Yan Su, wearing reading glasses, glared impatiently at his beloved granddaughter, Yan Xiaomeng.

"Grandpa! Just one more episode with me! Just one more episode!"

Yan Xiaomeng, holding a tablet computer, shook Yan Su's arm vigorously and said in a coquettish tone.

"Now the whole class is watching! If you don't watch, you'll have nothing to talk about with us!"

Yan Su straightened his face and let out a cold snort.

"Nonsense! What's so great about cartoons? A bunch of colorful little figures jumping around, it's a complete waste of time! Have you forgotten your piano exam next month?"

"Oh dear, this is different!"

Yan Xiaomeng shoved the tablet in front of Yan Su.

"It was written by that Su Bai you kicked out last time! It's called 'Your Lie in April'! Have you forgotten that you watched it with me?"

"The classical music inside is amazing! Grandpa, please listen to it, just to give this layman like me some pointers!"

"Su Bai?"

Upon hearing this name, Yan Su's expression darkened further.

He remembered that arrogant young man.

The thought of this made him furious.

"I won't watch it! To even glance at something that vulgarizes high art in an attempt to pander to the masses is an insult to me!"

"Grandpa!" Yan Xiaomeng's eyes reddened, and she used her trump card.

"If you don't watch, I... I won't eat!"

Seeing his granddaughter on the verge of tears, Yan Su finally softened.

He sighed heavily, took off his glasses, rubbed his temples, and gave an expression that said, "I've made a huge sacrifice for you."

"Alright, alright, look! I'll see how this thing has you young people so infatuated!"

He leaned back in the mahogany armchair, crossed his arms, and struck a superior pose.

The animation begins.

Yan Su's lips curled into a disdainful sneer from beginning to end.

"Hmph, just making a fuss. Trying to attract attention."

However, when the characters in the animation started to actually play, Yan Su's expression began to subtly change.

From initial criticism, to frowning in the middle, and then to silence later on.

He unconsciously lowered his arms, which were wrapped around his chest.

The body involuntarily leaned slightly forward.

As an authority who has immersed himself in classical music all his life, he can hear the nuances within it.

This animation's understanding of music is far beyond what he imagined—it shows the level of a complete novice!

Whether it's the combination of music and visuals or the precise expression of the emotions in the music, it has reached a level that even he finds astonishing!

"Grandpa, look, we've reached the most exciting part!"

Yan Xiaomeng's voice pulled him back to reality.

On stage, the blonde girl named Kaori Miyazono had a pale face, but her eyes shone like stars.

She draped her violin over her shoulder.

The moment the first note sounded, Yan Su's pupils suddenly contracted!

This is......

He sat bolt upright, staring intently at the screen!

That tone!

This is not a trick!

It's burning!

It is the most magnificent lament that bursts forth from treating one's entire life as firewood!

The music was passionate and wild, full of heart-wrenching vitality, yet tinged with a bittersweet smile.

Each note was like a knife, precisely piercing the softest part of his heart.

He taught piano his whole life, always emphasizing precision, restraint, and rationality.

He reprimanded countless overly emotional students, telling them to respect the score and to perfectly replicate every detail of the master's work like a machine.

But now, this virtual girl on the screen is playing a soul he has never touched before, in the way he despises most!

The music reached its climax.

In the scene, golden specks of light dance like fairies, the girl's skirt glows, and the whole world becomes her stage.

The dazzlingly beautiful scene intertwined with the tragically poignant piano music.

This formed an irresistible torrent that instantly shattered the mental defenses that Yan Su had built up with a lifetime of arrogance.

He forgot to breathe.

His aged face was filled with shock.

He felt as if he were seeing not an animated character, but a living, breathing artist performing with his life right before him.

The last note fell.

The girl fell down with a smile.

At that moment, Yan Su felt as if his heart had been squeezed and burst by an invisible hand!

A surge of heat rushed to my eyes.

The old scholar, who had been stubborn his whole life, actually had tears in his eyes.

"Grandpa, are you crying?"

Yan Xiaomeng stared at her grandfather, her mouth agape in shock.

"Nonsense! It's windy, I got sand in my eyes!"

Yan Su abruptly turned his head away, hastily wiping his face with his sleeve, his voice carrying an undisguised hoarseness and tremor.

He has attended countless world-class concerts throughout his life.

But never before has a piece of music caused him, a man in his seventies, to lose his composure on the spot like today.

Just as he was feeling excited, the end credits slowly rose.

He glanced at it subconsciously.

When the line of small print came into view, Yan Su was struck as if by a thunderbolt from the heavens, and froze on the spot!

[Violin Solo: Lin Xi]

Linxi?

His mind went blank, as if something had exploded.

That student whom he called a quack and dismissed as second-rate?

That poor girl, in his eyes, had vulgarity etched into her very bones?

impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

This performance, which was worthy of being called a masterpiece, this music that moved even him, was actually her work.

He suddenly remembered what that young man, Su Bai, had said when he kicked him out of the office that day.

The essence of music lies in the transmission of emotions.

Yan Su's body trembled violently.

He only understands now.

That student whom he regarded as a heretic, that outcast ostracized by the entire academy, was the true genius who grasped the soul of music!

And he!

This so-called authority on classical music, this stubborn old man who calls himself the guardian of art, actually tried to kill a future master in the cradle!

"Thump!"

Yan Su's legs went weak, and he slumped back into the armchair, his face ashen.

He wasn't overwhelmed by the anime's plot.

His dignity was utterly shattered by his student's work, by the perspective of that young man named Su Bai, and by his own ridiculous arrogance and prejudice!

Endless regret and shame overwhelmed him like a tidal wave!

"Grandpa! What's wrong? Don't scare me!"

Yan Xiaomeng looked at her grandfather, whose face was ashen, and was so frightened that she almost cried.

Yan Su did not answer her, but muttered to himself in a daze, his voice filled with endless desolation.

"I was wrong."

"That's completely wrong."