Cary quieted down and lay puzzled beside Ye Xian, "Why did Lin Yan agree to perform an extra show without pay?"
Ye Xian didn’t speak.
Because for a dream’s performance, a performance for one’s family, is priceless.
The vibrant, intense lights on stage gradually faded, only to be replaced by a gentle, pale orange glow that bathed the handsome young man sitting at the piano, as elegant as a prince from a royal court.
His fingers touched the black and white keys, and in an instant, the noisy and bustling stadium fell silent.
"In my life, there have been two paths. One is the well-paved, universally approved path that everyone thinks is correct. The other is the path of the heart, full of obstacles, a narrow trail. When I stood at the crossroads, confused and hesitating between reality and an ivory tower, a friend encouraged me to follow my heart. He told me, ’As long as you have a steadfast dream, it will give you the power to fear nothing.’
"Today, I want to thank this friend here and send my best wishes and this song ’Dream’ to all of you."
"Where did Lin Yan meet such an intellectual friend? That sounds like something a philosopher would say, so deep and meaningful!"
Cary nodded vigorously in agreement.
Ye Xian glanced at him with a smile, and couldn’t help but think, this guy had finally said something sensible.
When Cary noticed her looking, he said, "What are you looking at, high schooler!"
The wonderful, tranquil sound of the piano spread like pearls scattering, melodious and delightful. The notes floated in the air, reaching into the ears of everyone in the audience. Lin Qingxiang clasped his hands over his golden-red cane, watching his grandson on stage.
He had never seen Yaner so serious, so fully immersed in something before.
The kid had always been obedient and sensible from a young age. When told to study economics courses, he never rebelled and always scored high.
He thought he was interested in the heir’s course until he found him frequently distracted in class, scribbling incomprehensible lyrics in his textbooks and secretly fiddling with musical instruments bought with his pocket money.
Only then did he know he loved music.
Liking music was fine, but only as a hobby. As the eldest grandson of Lin’s, he had to bear the burden of Lin’s legacy in the future. How could he indulge in hobbies favored by indulgent young nobles?
So, he began to supervise and prohibit him from playing music. It was from then on that he felt their once close grandfather-grandson relationship slowly becoming distant, Yaner’s inherent politeness towards him turning into a kind of indifferent attitude.
He never understood what magic music held that made his well-behaved grandson rebellious, defiant of his orders.
Today, seeing him stand on stage with countless people cheering for him, sitting at the piano with the noisy chaos silenced in an instant, everyone listening intently to his music.
When he sang and played, he seemed to glow.
He was beginning to understand a little.
Perhaps this is the power of liking and dreaming.
Dreams are far away from his age now, but trying hard, he could vaguely recall when he was young, he dreamed of being a simple carpenter, happily hammering and smashing at pieces of wood all day, his face probably shining then as Yaner’s did now.
The old man was moved.
The cameraman from Apple Platform captured this moment and swept the camera across the audience.