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When everyone thought it sounded good, Martin believed that his playing had reached its peak.

He ignored his father's warning.

Now that Xu Fan had reminded him, he was naturally furious, but

Xu Fan approached him and said gently, "Mr. Martin, if it's convenient, please step aside. You just said you wanted us to give you some pointers. I think you're a nice person, so please give us some pointers."

Martin was slightly distracted, but he still subconsciously took a step back. Xu Fan thanked him, sat down in front of the piano, and said, "Listen carefully and learn well."

When these words reached Old Zheng's ears, he couldn't help but shake his head and mutter, "That brat."

Jacob was full of curiosity. He had been skeptical when Mr. Zheng said that Xu Fan could play the piano, but he was now very interested in what Xu Fan had said.

At the same time, he was very curious whether Xu Fan could really play that piano piece.

Most importantly, can he really play the piece with the emotions he claims to?

The next second, the sound of a piano rang out, and the answer was revealed.

The night sky is always full of poetry. The cherry blossoms fluttering in the air make one imagine two figures chasing and playing under the sky.

The music was simple and unadorned, yet it seemed to conjure up a vivid image in the ears of the listeners, drawing them in unconsciously.

This is indeed a bit of an exaggeration, but the key point is the piece of music that Xu Fan played.

The same melody remains unchanged, and anyone can recognize it, but the key lies in the vivid and lifelike expression of emotion within the music.

As the music began, it was as if a scene appeared, filling people with disbelief.

Alice excitedly covered her mouth, looked at Xu Fan, and kept repeating: Oh my God, this sounds so good.

Martin himself stood there, his face flushed.

The moment the music started, he knew he really couldn't play it.

Because the pieces he played were only similar in form to those his father played, while Xu Fan's playing was similar in spirit.

That emotional connection made him subconsciously feel as if he were listening to his father playing a piece of music, which made him both angry and shocked.

Xu Fan understood how he felt those emotions. He had heard about his parents' love story before; it was romantic yet tinged with sadness. Human emotions are never perfect, and theirs was no exception.

But how could Xu Fan know?

Xu Fan didn't actually play the whole piece; it was just too long, and he could only remember the beginning.

In fact, he didn't fully capture that emotion in his playing, but he came very close, which is the skill of a true piano master.

Xu Fan had to admit that no one could truly capture the original composer's state of mind perfectly.

Because you are not him.

But a truly great piano master can approach it infinitely, without imitation, not only imitating the sound of the piano, but also imitating the emotion.

When Xu Fan finished playing the piece, the audience erupted in enthusiastic applause.

Anyone can tell that Xu Fan's rendition of the same piece sounds much better.

The applause was naturally very welcome.

Martin stood there, his heart filled with despair.

In a daze, he seemed to see the shadow of his father, and subconsciously murmured, "Dad!"

Xu Fan froze, his body stiffening as he stood up.

No, I'm just playing a tune, do you need to call me dad?

Martin realized he had lost his composure and quickly covered his mouth, refusing to say anything more.

But when he looked over, he found a middle-aged man standing there, who looked like his father.

“This young gentleman is right. Playing a piano piece is not just about being able to play it, but also about immersing yourself in the emotions within it. I’ve told you this many times. If you still don’t understand today, then you shouldn’t play the piano anymore.”

A voice rang out, and Xu Fan was startled. He looked to the side and saw a middle-aged man with a large beard walking towards him not far away.

Although Xu Fan didn't recognize him, he figured he must be Martin's father.

Jacob naturally saw Martin's father arrive and stood up to welcome him, not forgetting to introduce him to Old Zheng: "Old friend, let me introduce you, this is Martin's father, Temple Martin."

As he spoke, Jacob introduced Zheng Lao and Xu Fan to Temple.

After the introduction, Temple looked at Xu Fan and said, "Young man, at such a young age, you play the piano so skillfully. You are truly a child prodigy."

Xu Fan finally realized that the person in front of him was actually Temple Martin, an internationally renowned piano master.

Xu Fan had never heard of this name before, but he had learned about it since winning the piano master competition. He had indeed heard of Temple.

After exchanging pleasantries, Temple glanced at the piano and said, "Young sir, your performance just now was indeed quite amazing, but I feel it wasn't quite up to par."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Fan and everyone else were taken aback.

Alice asked, somewhat surprised, "Uncle Temple, what do you mean?"

Temple smiled and said, "Alice, your uncle would like to play a piece for everyone so that you can experience the true charm of the complete piece."

A slight smile appeared on Xu Fan's lips, but inwardly he couldn't help but sneer.

It seems he's still very protective of his own. On the surface, he wants to play a supposedly complete piece for everyone, since he's the original creator of the piece.

But another meaning is that Xu Fan's performance was not perfect, not just because he didn't finish playing, but also because his emotions were not in place, which was another way of saving face for his son Martin.

At this moment, even Jacob and Zheng Lao naturally understood the meaning behind these words and wanted to refuse, but they found that Temple had already walked to the piano and sat down.

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===Chapter 320 Temple's Dedication===

Temple is one of the great piano masters of England, with profound attainments in piano technique.

The piece his son Martin just played was one of his signature pieces, a song dedicated to his wife. Now, playing it himself, it was an absolute breeze for him.

It must be said that playing one's own music is truly amazing in terms of both emotion and technique.

Especially when Temple sat down at the piano, her sudden seriousness impressed Xu Fan.

The ability to instantly immerse oneself in the music and then play attentively is something most beginners simply cannot do.

Old Zheng was filled with helplessness. He never dreamed that Temple would actually hold a grudge against a young man for the sake of his child.

However, there was some anger in Boss Zhou's eyes. How could they treat his friend's junior like this in his own home?

However, the music had already begun, and he couldn't interrupt it.

Martin's eyes were filled with longing and admiration.

Clearly, his father's appearance filled him with confidence, and he couldn't help but glance at Xu Fan and hum a tune softly.

This surprised Xu Fan slightly. What was there to be so proud of?

Does having another great dad give you something to be ashamed of?

Okay, maybe it is, maybe it isn't.

At least at this point, Xu Fan had been humiliated.

Alice looked at Martin's father, pouted, and muttered weakly, "Shameless."

The sound was very soft; no one but himself should have heard it.

As the song ended, Martin excitedly began to applaud.

But after clapping a few times, he couldn't help but slow down his hand speed until he stopped.

He felt somewhat embarrassed because no one applauded except for himself.

Alice gave a soft snort, turned her head away, and pretended not to see it.

Although Mr. Zheng and Mr. Zhou both thought the music was indeed beautiful, they had been indulging in other emotions during their performance, so to be honest, they hadn't really gotten into the piece.

Xu Fan wanted to applaud, after all, the playing was indeed quite good.

But he still didn't clap, because he couldn't find the motivation to applaud. After all, he was the one being slapped in the face, so why should he lick his boots?

Temple didn't feel embarrassed at all. He simply stood up, glanced at his child, and then looked at Xu Fan, saying, "Young master, did you learn anything from the piece you just heard?"

Xu Fan calmly replied, "Sorry, no."

Temple's face turned cold, and after giving Xu Fan a deep look, he said, "It seems that you are extremely confident in your piano skills, young master!"

Xu Fan felt there was no need to be modest in front of this person, so he said very seriously, "Yes."

He had just said those two words to Martin, and Martin finally called him "Dad".

Well, Martin didn't actually say that to him.

Xu Fan said those two words again, his gaze turning to Temple, who was also looking at him.

After a two-second silence, Temple walked up to Xu Fan and looked at him, saying, "You're so young, and you have great talent. Given time and more practice, you could become another national piano master."

This statement seems to be praising Xu Fan, but it actually means that you are not as good as me now.

Xu Fan could understand the implication, so he smiled and said, "Mr. Temple's piano skills are also excellent, but your playing just now was a bit too deliberate. Didn't you notice?"

Temple paused for a moment, his gaze turning cold, and said, "Young sir, don't speak carelessly. How could I possibly play my own piece poorly?"

This is the best explanation, and also the most unsolvable one. Xu Fan couldn't refute it, even though what he said was indeed true, because while Temple's playing was indeed beautiful, the key point was that the deliberate artistic conception still existed.

Temple did not acknowledge that Xu Fan could not provide a reasonable answer.

But Xu Fan wasn't angry. He just smiled and said, "Mr. Temple is right. Of course, one can play their own piece perfectly."

These words made Temple's large beard wrinkle slightly, and he was clearly grinning from ear to ear.

Seeing this, Alice weakly said again, "Shameless."

The sound was soft; no one should have heard it.

Martin, however, walked up to Temple and said, "Father, don't take it to heart."

The sound wasn't loud, but everyone could hear it clearly.

Mr. Zhou frowned, stood up, glanced at Temple, and said, "Temple, if you have something to say, please say so. If not, you can go back now. I'm entertaining a distinguished guest."

Compared to the grand introduction just now, it's now a blatant farewell.

Clearly, in Mr. Zhou's eyes, the importance of Mr. Zheng and Xu Fan surpasses that of the Grand Piano Master, Temple.

Temple paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Mr. Jacob, please forgive my arrogance just now. I meant no disrespect, I just wanted to explain some details of the piece I just played."