Lin Tian was like a fluke that turned out well.
Lin Tian suddenly felt.
Is this old man here to cause trouble?
What kind of champion are you?
A retired professional player from thirty years ago trying to act like a comrade with our Tian Chao’s number one cellist?
It’s like when Uzi was hospitalized, and many old teammates came to visit him.
One player brought flowers and cared for Uzi like a deep-bonded brother.
Upon inquiry, his name was Lucky.
"No wonder you don’t recognize him."
Lin Tian said to Gan Yanyu.
They haven’t played together for thirty years, which means after that, there was no contact with Sir Gan either.
At least another decade or more had to pass before Gan Yanyu was born.
No wonder Gan Yanyu hadn’t seen him.
He’s already out of the music circle.....
The old man’s motive for coming here is very questionable!
Lin Tian stood up, even wanting to check the flowers brought by this person.
But Gan Yanyu gently held him back with her hand,
The two of them looked toward the old man together.
Mr. Fang turned his head and instantly saw two skeptical and disdainful gazes....
The old man’s face immediately flushed with embarrassment:
"Actually, I had a very good relationship with your grandfather... truly."
Gan Yanyu looked innocent, appearing not quite convinced.
"Really, I was in the same band as your grandfather....."
Lin Tian interrupted Mr. Fang,
"You’re not talking about Tuoba Jianhui’s band, are you?"
When this old man smiled, he looked quite childlike and even somewhat cute.
Hearing this, Lin Tian finally let down his guard.
Even though he didn’t like the old man Tuoba.
However, he had to admit that anyone who could enter Tuoba Jianhui’s band wasn’t just anybody, based on the people he currently knew.
Even though it might not guarantee success, at least by their twenties, they had far surpassed their peers.
Anyone with a bit of talent usually became quite influential in the music world afterward.
Since this Mr. Fang also played the cello and was a contemporary of Sir Gan, it showed that his piano skills were quite competent too.
"Once, I also loved the cello very much."
Mr. Fang said with a smile.
"So why did you start making buns?" Lin Tian asked.
"Is making buns shameful? My family has been in this business, okay!"
Mr. Fang pretended to be angry, glaring at him,
"Do you know how much turnover my bun shop makes annually..."
Lin Tian quickly stopped Mr. Fang,
"I just want to ask, why did you change careers after joining a band? Isn’t it a waste of your talent?"
Although he had just begun to engage with music for less than a year,
mainly due to meeting Gan Yanyu, along with his conceptions changing subtly.
Lin Tian had already considered himself a pure musician.
Even though the motive of this old man was unclear, and his words and actions were suspicious, Lin Tian didn’t know him at all.
But as a performer, hearing such a history, Lin Tian couldn’t help but empathize.
Why did he stop playing?
without waiting for Mr. Fang to respond.
Countless possibilities flooded into Lin Tian’s mind.
Like Sir Gan, did he lose heart from some competition?
Shouldn’t be, Sir Gan had already reached the pinnacle of cello, and it was after failing in international competitions that he became .
Was it because his family firmly opposed it? That’s more likely, just another story of a native talent going unnoticed and fading among the masses.
No matter how he thought about it,
for a cellist with the ability to enter Tuoba Jianhui’s band to switch to making buns was something Lin Tian found hard to believe.....
It’s just too unconventional!
"Are you new to this profession?"
Mr. Fang opened his mouth, showing a kind smile, and asked patiently without any sarcasm,
"Indeed, you both are still too young, and you’ve seen too few people and things."
"People like your grandfather are the exceptions."
"The ones who can truly last till the end are the few."
Hearing this, both of them paused.
Mr. Fang tilted his head, thought for a moment, and continued,
"Let me see, among our peers, there were 6 or 7 cellists...none of them are still pursuing a professional career... Your grandfather retired the latest, almost at fifty."
"In our era, it wasn’t easy to make money as a professional musician. Ultimately, everyone played purely for their dreams."
"Including your grandfather, he could only barely live on the money from performances and competition winnings."
"Most people will quit halfway... after all, everyone needs to live."
"How... how can it be ..."
"Since it’s a dream... why... just give up like that?"
Mentioning the word "dream," it seemed to have touched the most sensitive part of the young girl’s heart.
Gan Yanyu’s expression became bewildered, not knowing how to refute Mr. Fang, but the word "life" Mr. Fang mentioned was something tangible enough to grasp.
Mr. Fang remained silent, looking at Gan Yanyu.
He nodded slightly, gazing at the ceiling,
"I once thought... that I would never give up my dream."
With that, Mr. Fang stood up from the bed,
glancing once more at Sir Gan.
"Once, we also pinned all our hopes...."
After saying that, Mr. Fang suddenly fell silent.
He turned his head, showing a smile again to the two kids,
"I know you two....."
"Keep it up, for your grandfather’s sake."