Producer System: My Girlfriend is a Cellist-Chapter 38 First Battle, Concert! (4K)

I never expected that the piano problem I had put so much effort into solving,

would actually be resolved by Gan Yanyu...

Suddenly, Lin Tian’s heart was struck by softness.

From the conversation he overheard just now, Wan Qi and Yanyu probably haven’t seen each other for a long time.

She took the initiative to contact an old senior she hadn’t seen in ages, just to get a piano.

Yanyu is the kind of person who would rather delay her own suicide than trouble others...

Lin Tian looked at Yanyu.

Damn.

This person, why does she seem even cuter now!

It’s not that she wasn’t cute before, but when she just stands there expressionless like a doll, she always gave Lin Tian a sense of being both clumsy and adorable.

And now she’s even starting to play little tricks! freёnovelkiss.com

It’s like the difference between Saito Asuka and Yua Hashimoto.

However, what Lin Tian couldn’t figure out was,

why did she have to find this particular senior?

Seeking such a renowned musician just for a piano, seems a bit much.

Just then, leaning on the wall beside him, Wan Qi took a puff of his cigarette and said:

"Actually, I could also pay out of pocket to buy you guys a new one. But I’m about to move out of here and I can’t take such a big thing with me. ~Rather than let it sit and gather dust in some forsaken corner, better to give it to someone young and promising to shine..."

He said this and slowly glanced at Lin Tian.

With a smile, he said:

"Young man, would you like to try it now?"

Lin Tian understood.

The old man said he should try the piano, but really, he wanted to evaluate his skills.

Since it was about accepting someone else’s property, Lin Tian naturally would not refuse.

He sat down in front of the piano.

His fingers began dancing across the keys.

"♫~"

Beautiful piano music filled the room.

He played the piece he had performed before—"Dream Wedding."

Almost as soon as he started, Lin Tian realized this piano was extraordinary.

Its tone was more mellow and warm than ordinary pianos.

This is something that can happen with pianos that have been sufficiently used.

Thirty years of use had caused the soundboard and strings to naturally "mature." After aging, it not only did not affect the use, but also produced richer resonances and more complex tonal layers.

This phenomenon was very rare.

It not only required the piano to have been well-maintained over thirty years but also a bit of luck.

When this tenderness met "Dream Wedding."

Light, graceful, melodious...

Each note transition from Lin Tian’s hands was an immersive experience.

Yanyu also heard Lin Tian play this piece for the first time.

She leaned over the piano, staring steadfastly at Lin Tian.

It was as if there were little stars in her eyes...

...

After finishing a section, Lin Tian withdrew his hands:

"Nice piano."

"Is this piece also composed by you?"

Wan Qi didn’t rush to critique but instead asked.

"Huh?"

As he spoke, Wan Qi stared at Lin Tian, finding him increasingly familiar, then finally slapped his thigh:

"Well, it really was you!"

"A student once shared a video with me, the waiter in it played this same piece, and I said at the time that this piece was well composed, didn’t know which emerging composer created it..."

Like discovering an unexpected treasure, the old man’s face grew increasingly happy.

"What is the name of this piece?"

"Dream Wedding."

"Good, good, good!"

Wan Qi quickly walked out of the room, looking at Lin Tian who was still standing there, waved him over, and urged impatiently with a furrowed brow:

"Come, come, sit down and let’s chat!"

...

Sitting down around the living room tea table, the young man who had opened the door earlier brewed tea for the three of them.

Yanyu held her phone, propped it on the tea table, and watched attentively the Lin Tian Restaurant performance video she had never seen before.

As she saw Lin Tian handsomely finishing the entire "Dream Wedding," Yanyu’s eyes widened.

Her heart surged with excitement.

So "Ode to Love" is just one among many of Lin Tian’s works?

"Lin Tian, how many more pieces do you have that I don’t know about?"

"It’s not that exaggerated; I’ve only written these two so far."

Lin Tian explained, about to pick up his cup to drink tea—

but saw the old man sitting opposite him, his deep piercing eagle eyes staring at him intently.

Lin Tian felt somewhat uneasy.

"Young man, I have a premonition,"

Wan Qi smiled, relaxed his tense expression, and took a sip of tea.

Looking into Lin Tian’s eyes, he said:

"You might become this era’s most outstanding composer, but... not now."

"Not now?"

"To become a composer, it’s not just about writing good pieces, accumulation is important too." Wan Qi said with a touch of dark humor, "Just like some musicians whose charm only gets appreciated after they’ve passed away."

What kind of dark joke is that?

Lin Tian felt embarrassed.

The old man continued:

"It’s a pity, if I hadn’t retired, I would definitely have invited you to join my orchestra—"

Saying this, Wan Qi glanced at Yanyu then sighed,

"But then again, your aspirations aren’t here, are they."

"Yes."

In fact, Lin Tian wasn’t that interested in music.

Rather, because Yanyu pursued it, he devoted his full effort.

His own goal has always been to stand out and use it as a means to get revenge on his parents.

As for whether the tool was music or something else, Lin Tian wasn’t so concerned.