Producer System: My Girlfriend is a Cellist-Chapter 146 - 123: What Does This Piece of Music Really Mean? (4K)

Chapter 146: Chapter 123: What Does This Piece of Music Really Mean? (4K)

"Stinky kid, I told you to cut down on Douyin, do you hear me!"

"Can’t you watch something more nutritious?!"

In the yard.

Tong Tai sat in a rocking chair to cool off, lifting his head, he then saw his grandson Wang Ming excitedly nodding and shaking his head with a tablet in hand, prompting him to express his displeasure.

As one of the outstanding composers of Qingjiang Province from the last century.

Tong Tai, 76 this year, holds a revered status in the entire music scene of Qingjiang.

Because of his sharp eyes, incisive language, fondness for posting on Weibo, and his ability to keep up with the aesthetics of young people. Therefore, Tong Tai has two hundred thousand followers on Weibo.

He is an old man who’s popular both among seniors and youngsters.

Tong Tai is quite proud of his own achievements, and for this reason, he has strict expectations for his younger generations!

But his grandson Wang Ming, who is currently in college... has not inherited half of his talent.

At the very least, we are also a musical family!

He has been told to watch something more elegant, to cultivate some taste and nutrition for the soul, he wouldn’t listen.

Every day he clutches a tablet, sitting across from me, there flipping through short videos!

At this moment, getting all worked up again.

"Heh heh... heh heh..."

Wang Ming lay in the chair, watching the tablet, and let out a silly giggle.

Tong Tai’s forehead wrinkled into three horizontal lines.

Probably scrolling through some beautiful women again, right?

Tong Tai knew that the young people on the internet nowadays dress very boldly...

To make his grandson laugh like that indicates that this time he’s scrolling through something really exciting!

"Heh heh... heh heh heh heh...."

Wang Ming made another mischievously frivolous noise.

"...."

"Stinky kid! What are you watching?!"

Tong Tai couldn’t bear it anymore, standing up from his chair.

He wanted to see what kind of stuff it was that could bewitch his grandson into such a state!

He strode over, eager to lean over and look at Wang Ming’s tablet.

On the screen—

Inside a room decorated with a classical ambiance, a girl lowers her head to play the cello, while a boy sits beside her to play the piano.

"?"

Tong Tai’s eyes widened, almost mistrusting his own sight.

"When did this brat of mine become sensible?"

His grandson, who does nothing but play games and skip classes on a daily basis, too lazy to even flip through one of the Four Great Classical Novels, how did he start watching this kind of video?

To think that several times he tried to force Wang Ming’s head down to learn music, but the boy was stubbornly resistant.

"Ah? You don’t understand, I’ve been a fan of this blogger for a long time now, heh heh..."

Wang Ming waved his hand and grinned.

Isn’t this just a music video?

How can it make this blockhead of a grandson laugh like this?!

Tong Tai just couldn’t understand.

Could it be,

This is a drama-oriented?

Perhaps the use of the piano bow will be very ingenious later?

After all, the things young people watch nowadays are pretty varied, anything could be filmed, so it wouldn’t be strange...

Tong Tai, with his hands behind his back, stood behind Wang Ming, intending to watch how the video played out.

The video had just finished playing on Wang Ming’s tablet when he came over.

It was just about to start playing for the second time.

After a while, the sound of the piano in the video began to reverberate.

"♫~"

With the first note floating out as if it was a ghost, slowly drifting.

Tong Tai’s brows furrowed.

Sensing that this was no simple matter.

That sound, as if coming from the depths of distant years, carried a kind of ethereal loneliness...

As if it was an elder, wandering alone in the wilderness at dusk.

With every step, stepping directly on the listener’s heartstrings, spontaneously giving rise to a sense of sorrow.

A good piece!

Almost just one measure in, Tong Tai’s emotions were immediately gripped.

"Turn it up, stinky kid, louder!"

Tong Tai slapped Wang Ming’s head with his hand.

Startled, Wang Ming’s legs jerked, immediately covering his aching head.

Normally his grandfather, in order not to affect him, always told him to keep the volume down to a minimum when watching Douyin out loud...

Wang Ming turned the volume on the tablet up to the max.

The sound of the piano resounded throughout the courtyard.

"..."

The notes grew more intense, like the oppressive clouds before a storm, layer upon layer accumulating atop one’s heart.

The technique of stroking the strings made every note brimming with delicate emotional changes.

The tone was sometimes sharp, like needles piercing towards the hidden pain deep within the soul.

At times it was deep, like a heavy sigh, narrating the trials and bitterness of life...

What a beautiful piano!

Excellent piano indeed!

Not only is the composition superb, but the piano playing of these two is also quite formidable!

Listening to this piece, even Tong Tai couldn’t help but exclaim with admiration.

What has the composer experienced,

To have such sorrowful thoughts!

Together with it, Tong Tai’s heart too seemed to be seized by an invisible hand, trembling slightly as the melody bullied it.

He savored the piece while walking around the yard at a leisurely pace.

His feet crunched over fallen leaves, with the sunset far away.

As the music progressed.

A desolate feeling spread.

As if standing amidst a desolate ruin, surrounded by broken walls and the chaos of war, where once prosperity and hope have been destroyed...

However, within this endless sorrow.

Tong Tai felt.

That this piece of music also subtly contained a philosophy of life.

It was the power to seek light in the darkness, to seek hope in despair.

"...."

Not until the music ended.

Did the pathétique and ethereal melody still echo in Tong Tai’s mind, unable to dissipate for a long time.

"Well done, well done!"

Tong Tai, who had retired for several years apart from attending some important music events, had not heard such shocking music for a long time!