At 3 a.m., the landmines in front of the station

He said coldly, "Tell me about this in detail, Teacher Yang. Do you know him?"

"what……"

When the topic turned to men, Lao Yang hesitated.

As if unsure whether or not to say it,

He gave an awkward smile, waved to the students behind him, and said:

"You guys go inside and practice your instruments first. I'll chat with this guy for a bit."

"Okay~ teacher~"

The children scattered like birds and beasts, entering their individual music rooms.

Only after everyone in the hall had left did Teacher Yang place her xylophone on the A-shaped rest, walk to the bar, prop her elbow on her hand, and say apologetically:

"That guy was the toughest musician I've ever encountered in all my years running this music shop. His surname was Lu. I always called him Teacher Lu, but in the music circle... he's known as 'Qing Shen' (a nickname implying a ruthless and ruthless person)."

"."

Su Che felt short of breath.

Suppressing a surge of upward force, he tried his best to hold down his wildly pounding organs, a hint of malice creeping across his lips, and continued to ask:

"What kind of person is he?"

"What's wrong? Do you know him?"

Bald Yang also tilted his head, his eyes showing suspicion.

"do not know."

Su Che answered decisively.

No thought was given.

"Oh, that's good. After all, I'm not familiar with him, and his visit is an honor for me. If you want me to help you contact him, I can't. He's blocked me, haha."

"?Why?"

"Because I bothered him to advertise my music store after his new album became popular, he got annoyed and deleted me. That's just how he is, he doesn't like being bothered."

Teacher Yang scratched his head awkwardly and added, "But I'm already very grateful that they've helped me a few times. Haha."

"..."

Su Che's breathing became increasingly rapid as he listened.

How did Teacher Yang meet him?

"I didn't know him very well. The first time he came, he seemed to be short of connecting cables at home. He came to buy guitar cables, looked around but wasn't satisfied with any of them, and finally bought my Orange cable."

The bald man looked on with longing. "Well, I'm a chatterbox, I love to say the wrong things. So I asked him, 'You insist on using expensive strings that cost hundreds of dollars, so you must be really good at playing the piano, right? Can you show me a piece?'"

"..."

“I originally wanted to give him a hard time, but who knew he would be so generous. He played my Merida guitar for me, you see? The little Merida that I kept in the display case. He played a whole master piece for me... Oh my god, a fingerstyle master tournament final piece with zero mistakes and a full combo, you know? I was stunned at the time, really. That year... he was about your age. Or even a few years younger than you.”

【. 】

Su Che turned his head stiffly.

My gaze lingered on the incredibly conspicuous piano cabinet in the center of the hall, against the wall.

The xylophone stands tall, and the dancer's straps gleam.

The Merida Winter, an inexpensive all-solid wood guitar that could be bought for only six or seven thousand, now holds a higher status than the Martin Go, which costs twenty or thirty thousand. It is kept in Mr. Yang's guitar cabinet as a memento.

"I understand."

Su Che stood up and moved to the fish tank-shaped piano cabinet.

Looking at the humidity display on the humidifier's electronic gauge, the humidity was 52% and the temperature was 27%.

He stood with his back to the bald man for a long time.

Suddenly asked:

Can I buy it?

"what?"

Teacher Yang was taken aback.

"I want to buy this violin."

"..."

"Can you sell it to me?"

"Xiao Su, don't you have a lot of awesome guitars? Every time you come here, the electric guitar you bring back is never less than ten thousand. What do you need this for?"

"Different."

Su Che's voice was hoarse, "I really need this violin right now."

"...Demands and such, even if you say that..."

The bald man shook his head repeatedly, indicating that he was not very keen on making a move.

"As you can see, I deliberately didn't put up a price tag, which means I didn't intend to sell..."

This zither hasn't been played much, it's practically new, but after all these years... it's finally developed a sound. It's meaningful for me to keep it here, and I really can't just sell it off. Sigh, you know, I'm a very sentimental person.

"Ah."

Su Che responded softly to show his understanding.

But the figure standing in front of the glass cabinet remained motionless, showing no intention of leaving whatsoever.

"no……"

The bald man, exasperated, also walked around the bar and came over.

"Xiao Su, tell me the truth, what do you like about this instrument? If you can give me a good reason, I might consider giving it to you at cost price."

"is it?"

"Of course, when has Old Yang ever lied to anyone?"

"Ah."

Su Che looked through the glass at the dust on the headstock of the violin, which was swaying gently in the light directly below the spotlight.

There was a few moments of silence.

Finally, he spoke:

"Because I want to use the same instrument, play the same piece, at the same timeframe, and surpass that person in terms of completion. I simply want to test whether this level of difficulty is truly insurmountable."

……

……

Chapter 71 Senior, because I can't wait to claim my reward. (Fifth update)

You can't do it.

"Xiao Su, to be honest, you can't do it."

-

……

negative voices

It resonated deep within my brain.

It wasn't that I was deliberately trying to make things difficult; it was just that Lao Yang had spoken from the bottom of his heart.

"He's flawless, without any defects. He poured his heart into it, and every gesture showed respect and reverence for the notes. The gentle imagery of the starry sky could even melt the heart of a burly man like me. Tell me... what makes you think you can surpass him?"

"Even if we take a step back and say he later released several original albums, each with techniques that would deter a large number of musicians. It's not something you can achieve just by practicing or learning the instrument. Why do you have to compare yourself to him? Besides, he's about twenty years older than you, even if you..."

-

"He is my father."

-

……

Carrying my newly acquired Merida laptop.

The bald man's abrupt end was like a goose stretching its neck and choking, not uttering another word of nonsense.

but,

The denial was already deeply imprinted in my heart.

I seriously asked, "Is there really that much difference? How does my current level compare to his when he was younger?"

The answer is yes—

There's no comparison.

-

【…】

Su Che looked up at the sky and sighed.

For the first time, a sense of powerlessness arose.

He looked up at the blue sky with a dejected expression.

I suddenly realized how insignificant human beings are, and that we cannot treat the geniuses as the same kind of creatures.

"My mother only received a little guidance from him and she played the piano in that monstrous way."

Even the sharp-tongued Lao Yang praised him highly, unable to find a single bad word to say about him.

"This broken zither was treasured and kept for more than ten years."

"Even back then, he had already become a genius across age groups, and his impromptu performances were full of emotion."