The group immediately recalled Gan Yanyu’s condition over the past two days.
Coughing, fever, rapid breathing.
Indeed, it seemed like bronchitis.....
This bronchitis, though not said to be serious, is actually quite severe. During acute bronchitis attacks, one could cough to the point of being unable to take care of oneself for several days.
But if we say it’s serious...
"Looks like Teacher Gan Yanyu wasn’t lying to us."
"It indeed is inflammation."
"Then Lin Tian said he didn’t know??" Nannali exclaimed anxiously.
"Maybe to create an immersive feeling, Gan Yanyu didn’t inform Lin Tian of the specific illness, and Lin Tian, trusting Gan Yanyu’s claim of ’just a minor illness,’ didn’t press further. He completely planned it this way with peace of mind?"
"Before going on stage, Mr. Lin Tian’s concern about whether Teacher Gan Yanyu took her medicine was indeed genuine, because Mr. Lin Tian was worried she might have a flare-up on stage."
Bai Xi’s analysis basically connected all the events together.
Yun Qiuxiu commented:
"What a fascinating play."
"The two truly put in a lot of effort for this script."
Bai Xi thought about it more and found the whole matter increasingly interesting and couldn’t help but keep laughing,
"However, actually, they weren’t deceiving us."
"The cough was real, and the performance while ill was real. Gan Yanyu, due to health reasons, couldn’t perform intensively — that was also true."
"It’s just, they chose ’Fate Symphony’, leading the audience to imagine endlessly about the key information... and ultimately resulted in such a performance on stage...."
"How wonderful! Such a partnership!"
Nannali finally couldn’t maintain her temper.
She turned her head, looking back at the big screen once more.
In her eyes was both resentment and relief.
Just a scare, with no major health issues.
The music reached the final climax!
Gan Yanyu’s left hand wove vibrato on the fingerboard at a breakneck pace, almost madly,
While her right arm drew out continuous sixteenth notes — it was Vivaldi’s depiction of "spring thunder awakening the earth."
When the girl’s cello once again simulated the "shepherd’s flute."
A mother noticed the child in her arms opening their palms, catching the imaginary "raindrops" — actually, light remnants on their retinas from the ceiling lights.
Yet the child still stubbornly and innocently looked up and shouted, "Mom, I caught the spring!"
The previously frenzied audience finally calmed down along with this piece.
Replaced by another form of "madness":
"Gosh... we were truly fooled by Miss Cat this time!"
"I don’t know why, even though we were tricked, it felt so satisfying! Damn it!!"
"It was so thrilling, if every concert had such a mini-play, I would become a loyal fan of classical music!"
"Although the fall just now was a mini-play, the story on Miss Cat was real... seeing this, it was truly moving...."
Amidst the audience’s tearful eyes.
"Four Seasons·Spring."
Ultimately, the curtain fell.
A thunderous applause filled the entire venue.
Only now did many audience members realize they had been leaning forward the entire time, the leather of the armchair cushions warmed by their questions.
Some had numb knees, unwilling to sit down as they clapped, some crushed a dropped teardrop-shaped earring.
Gazing at the two bidding farewell with their backs to the audience, Bai Xi’s eyes were in a daze.
She stretched, murmuring uncontrollably,
"With such a duo, who can possibly defeat them...?"
"..." Nannali didn’t speak, only staring at the screen, deep in thought.
Beyond the backs of the duo, Yun Qiuxiu stood at the corner of the table, looking at the medicine that Nannali had just dumped out of the cello case not far away.
Amoxicillin, Levofloxacin Hydrochloride Tablets... — for treating bronchitis.
Budesonide Formoterol... — for treating asthma.
This bottle... with the label ripped off.....
What kind of medicine is it?
Yun Qiuxiu gazed at that smallest bottle, tilting her head slightly.
The largest music media in Qingjiang Province, NobleQuest, captured a wonderful moment on the front page photo:
As "Spring" concluded, Gan Yanyu’s bow was raised high above her head like a victory flag.
Behind her, Lin Tian was running towards her.
"Today, at the Moonlight and Cat concert, no one perished — except for our prejudices against art."